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𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟸 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟹

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 : 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎

“Good morning,” Donghuck smirks. “have fun last night?”  

You sit silently seething with rage, looking away from him, trying to figure out what really happened while you were drunk. 

“Why are you being so quiet now?” he asks with that smirk still plastered on his face. “I mean, you were screaming all last night.”

“What the hell did you do to me?” You snap.

“What? You were begging me for it,” Donghyuck laughs. “Don’t you remember, baby?” He reaches up and gently caresses your cheek. You instantly smack his hand away and without thinking you attempt to smack his face. “You asshole,” you scream, fighting back tears.

Donghyuck grabs both of your wrists, pinning them down above your head, “does this feel familiar?” he asks with his classic shit eating grin on his face. “Or do you need me to refresh your memory?”

That comment crosses the line, he went too far. You now remember everything you despise in that man. “You asshole,” you yell as you struggle to break free from his grip. Donghyuck couldn’t help but laugh, amused by your reaction. He releases your wrists assuming you sustained enough embarrassment for one day. You quickly hop out of bed, realizing you were still completely naked.

“I don’t mind looking at you like this,” Donghyuck winks.

His words were disgusting but you couldn't think of a comeback for something so foul. You grab your clothing, quickly dressing before running out of his room with your shoes still in your hand. You slam the door behind you as you exit, hoping it'll deter Donghyuck from following you but unfortunately, he does whatever he wants and is closely behind. 

You spot a younger man that you don’t recognize sitting alone in the garage, eating what appears to be cereal. Although it doesn’t make a difference to you who he is or what he hears, all you know is you need to get as far away from the asshole as possible. 

“Get me two bowls for cereal,” Donghyuck orders as you feel him grab your wrist from behind, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to face him. “Where the hell are you going?”

“It’s none of your business,” you snap, not wanting to look at him. You harshly pull your arm away, attempting to walk away.

“Hey, I’m talking to you nicely here,” he huffs, quickly grabbing your arm again.

“And why are you all of a sudden being nice?” you ask, starting to get angrier. Angry isn't the best word to describe what you are feeling but it's close enough. “Why? Trying to be my knight in shining armor? Huh? Who the hell offers breakfast after a night like that?” You pull your arm away from his grip once again.

Donghyuck, becoming irritable, looks around searching for the right words. “No, I’m not trying to be a fucking hero. I just need you to understand that I will kill you if you tell anybody about what happened.”

‘The nerve of this man’ you thought. Who does he actually think he is?

“Don’t you worry,” you say before thinking it through. “An embarrassing night like that…I wouldn’t dream of reliving it by telling anyone.”

You turn and walk away leaving Donghyuck behind lost for words. No one ever talks to him that way, he can't believe that you have the balls to do it, and so eagerly as well. You walk down the street attempting to order an Uber.

When you finally get home to the safety of your dorm, you want to kiss the floor. You had never been so happy to be at home. You immediately undress, turning on the shower. You step inside your shower hoping to erase all of the memories of your drunken mistake. You feel disgusting by both your choices and actions. How could you have made such poor decisions? How could you allow yourself to get so drunk that you didn’t even know you were with the man you hated the most? It wasn’t Jisung, it was Donghyuck the whole night and this was something you now have to live with from here on out. You're finding it difficult to handle the emotions any longer and the floodgates begin to open up. Tears start to stream down your face and you fall to the floor of the shower, the hot water burning your skin as you sulk in your self-loathing. Once the water gets cold, you turn off the shower, dry your tears, and attempt to pull yourself together. You throw on some lounging clothing and lay down on your sofa. You know you should attend class but must avoid Donghyuck at all costs.

You look down at your phone, debating on whether you should call your mom when you hear people talking. Their voices are so clear that you wonder if people are on your balcony.

“Oh come on Yeji, I’m so sorry.”

That voice sounds so familiar. But it's not possible, it just can't be him.

“Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You slowly sit up. That’s Donghyuck’s voice. But why is he on your balcony? You creep outside, noticing Donghyuck and some girl on the balcony next to yours.

“And how are you planning on making it up to me exactly?” Yeji asks, with a smile on her face. You can tell she was enjoying teasing him, which makes you feel something that you cannot explain.

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to,” he smiles back.

You lean over the railing trying to act natural, but you can't deny that you want to see what's happening.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” the girl says while looking at you. “I didn’t know you were fully moved in or we wouldn’t have been so loud.”

You are caught off guard and don't know how to respond. You want to play it cool and not show the wrong emotions or act suspiciously.

“It’s ok, she’s the one who well…” Donghyuck says getting closer to the girl and whispers. You can't hear what's said which makes you uncomfortable.

The girl smiles politely, “Well I’m Yeji. I’m so glad I finally get to meet my new neighbor.”

You smirk, knowing Donghyuck must be worried about how this is going to play out. That alone brings you joy. “I’m Y/N. I didn’t realize that Donghyuck would be able to get a girl like you.”

He wraps his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, “You always do this, Y/N... you go after men who are already taken.”

You take an exaggerated breath before speaking, “I wish the best to you two,” you smile before walking back inside of your apartment. The smile instantly drops from your face, once inside.

You plop back down on the sofa, dozing off to sleep in no time. You wake to the sound of your phone going off, after seeing that it's your best friend calling, you silence the call and continue to lay in silence. You aren’t ready to confess anything to your friends, if you say it out loud there is no more denying the truth.

After a full day of self-loathing, you decide to get up. You have to try to distract yourself from everything bad in your life. You get dressed and head over to the university pool to get some much needed exercise.

You are hoping to have the pool to yourself. Most students are either studying or drinking by this time of the day. But as soon as you walk out of the locker room you realize your expectation is shortly lived.

“I can do it myself,” Jisung whines. Even though he rejected you, you still can't shake your feelings. You still want him and you still want him to love you.

“Don’t be so stubborn,” Karina says. “I want to do it for you.”

“I’m not a baby, Karina,” Jisung insists.

“I didn’t say you are,” she snaps. “Now give me your arm.”

“Fine,” Jisung hesitantly agrees, putting his arm out for Karina to wrap with an ace bandage.

You walk towards them, listening to their little exchange, suffering in silence.

“See, it’s so much better when you let someone else do the wrapping. It gets tighter,” Karina explained, looking at Jisung with so much love in her eyes. 

“Thank you,” Jisung smiles. “You always take such good care of me.”

“That’s only because you take such good care of me,” Karina giggles, placing her hand on his leg.

You watch as the jealousy continues to grow. You can't stop thinking about that night.

“Because the only person I have feelings for is Karina,” Jisung stated.

You feel the tears welling up again and you have to look away. This is too painful. You sit on the pool's edge and slowly lower your body into the water wanting to wash away the memories. All the little moments you shared with Jisung running through your mind. It hurts so much, you want to forget it all.

Donghyuck spends the evening attempting to show his girlfriend how sorry he is for standing her up the other night. He feels guilty for a multitude of reasons but is only able to express the guilt for abandoning his beloved girlfriend.  They end their evening inside her dorm room. Yeji is busy doing her nighttime routine as Donghyuck sits alone on her bed, patiently waiting. His phone goes off, signaling he received a text from his friend, Jaemin.

JAEMIN: Don't forget tomorrow is Jisungs birthday. You can’t bail on us

Donghyuck exhales out of frustration before setting his phone down on the bed next to him. He looks at his girlfriend, almost afraid to tell her of his prior engagement. 

“I had so much fun with you tonight, muffin,” Donghyuck smiles, trying to ease into the bad news.

“Me too,” Yeji returns the smile. “Dinner was delicious.”

“It really was,” he nods. “So...tomorrow is Jisung’s birthday.”

The smile drops from Yeji's face as she turns around in her chair to look at him. “Ok and?”

“Well, I’m going to take Jisung out for his birthday with the boys. We gotta do something special for him this year but you can come with, if you want,” Donghyuck explains.

“No, that’s ok,” Yeji sighs. “I have a project that I need to work on with Yuna anyway so I’ll just go over to her place. You have fun.”

“Do you want help?” he offers, displaying a goofy smile.

Yeji laughs, “I want to do well on the assignment so it would probably be best if you didn’t help.”

“Hey,” Donghyuck grins. “I’m doing a lot better in school these days.”

“Yea I know, but it’s your friend’s birthday, you don’t want to be tied down with your girlfriend and miss it,” Yeji insists.

“Ok fine, how about this,” Donghyuck starts. “Tomorrow night, I won’t stay out long. Then, we can meet back here for a little cuddle time.”

Yeji smiles widely, nodding her head in response. She stands and walks over to her bed, sitting down next to her boyfriend. “I’m really tired, I think I’m ready to go to bed.”

Donghyuck smirks, pulling the covers down ready to climb inside the bed, “yea me too,” he says eagerly.

“Nooooo,” Yeji state. “You know you can’t sleep in my bed. We’ve talked about this.”

“But baby, we’ve been together for over a year now…”

“Are you saying that I’m not worth waiting for?” Yeji asks.

“Of course you're worth the wait but how much longer are you going to make me wait?” Donghyuck whines.

“I don’t have an answer for that,” Yeji sighs, lightly pushing him off her bed so she could sleep alone.

Donghyuck leans down and kisses her forehead before crawling on the sofa and attempting to get some sleep.

Emotions are a bitch, and currently you are dealing with an infinite amount of them. The heartbreak alone would be hard enough but now you added self-pity, loathing, and shame to the slew. 

You walk around the university grounds aimlessly, simply looking for a distraction of sorts. You end up standing on the bridge of hope, looking down at the water below. You stare down fixated on the currents and how peaceful the scene is. You move closer to the edge…

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟺 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟹 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟺 : 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎

“I can’t believe it's time for exams already,” YangYang complains, leaning his head against a bookshelf. “Although, I feel like I’ve studied enough already.”

Doyoung glances up from the book he is reading, “that’s because you’re normally always asleep for the studying part.”

“Why wouldn’t you wake him up,” Hendery asks, walking over to join them.

“Cuz’ I’m usually napping next to him,” Doyoung laughs.

Kun turns around, placing his back to you, “you idiots, I told you guys to find some books, not make jokes. You won’t be joking around when you don’t have any more time to study.”

“Come on, let’s go over there,” YangYang says, walking towards the opposite side of the library while Hendery and Doyoung follow him.

Kun closes his book and places it back on the shelf, following them, leaving you behind alone. You continue to glance at the shelf, trying to decide what book you need when Donghyuck sneaks up behind you.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat in order to get your attention. 

You turn to look at him, unamused bringing a smile to his pretty face. “So do you have a study buddy for the exams?” he asks.

“I do,” you nod, “and a lot of them.”

“What about more than a buddy?” he winks.

“Isn’t that what Yeji is for?” you ask, not being able to refrain from bringing her up again.

“Well,” Donghyuck looks down at his feet. “Yeji usually studies at her friends’ dorm during the exams and I study with Jisung. But I’m pretty sure this year, Jisung will be with at his lover’s dorm…Soooo, I want to be like him.”

You look around to make sure no one was around before asking, “and who’s your lover?”

He closes his eyes to take a deep breath while moving a little closer to you. “Please, Y/N,” he begs with a giant smile on his face. “Let me study in your dorm, with you.”

He places the index finger of each hand on his cheek, pressing the tip into his dimples, attempting to look extra adorable.

“Do you really think that’s going to work on me?” you scoff.

Donghyuck smiles even wider, cocking his head in a cutesy way.

Donghyuck and you hide in your dorm for the next few days, studying together. You enjoye the time alone with him. Although, it only seems to make your feelings grow. The more time you spend together the harder you seem to be falling. The only downfall to studying with Donghyuck is you both end up paying more attention to each other than your books.

The night before the exam, Donghyuck takes you to a shrine set up on the university grounds by some of the students. He kneels down before it and you follow his lead.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“I’m positive,” he smiles. “We’ve been screwing around all day, we can’t start studying now. Listen, whoever makes an offering will pass the exam.”

“But, will it really work?” you wonder full of skepticism due to the fact that you never attempted anything so ludacris before.

“Of course,” Donghyuck states. “That’s how I survived my entire third year.”

You exhale slowly, nodding in defeat, “ok.” You watch as he inches closer to the shrine and lights incense sticks, waiting further instructions.

“Donghyuck,” Soojin yells, walking up to the shrine behind the two of you. “Are you two worshiping the shrine of good luck?”

“I just accompanied her here,” he lies.

You quickly turn to see all of Donghyuck’s friends standing next to Soojin. You’re speechless that is trying to throw you under the bus when all of this nonsense has been his idea.

“Just admit it,” soojin sighs, kneeling down next to you. “Everyone comes here.” She scoots over to make room for Jaemin to be able to squeeze in next to you. 

Chenle grabs a handful of incense sticks, lights them, and hands everyone a couple. You observe everyone closing their eyes once they recieve their sticks and it looks as though they whisper something to themselves. Not entirely sure of what you’re doing, you decide to imitate their actions, closing your eyes then quickly open them.

Sijoon is the first to open her eyes, leaning forward to place her sticks in the slot on the ground in front of the shrine where other incense sticks are. Then Mark and Chenle both lean forward at the same time, banging their heads into each other.

“Ouch,” Chenle yells, looking at Mark. “Why do you have to be in such a hurry?”

“You were in too much of a rush,” Mark snaps.

“Let me do mine first,” Chenle snaps. “Your ash burnt my freakin hand.”

“Can’t you guys be quiet?” Jisung asks, rolling his eyes.

Donghyuck looks at you sitting perfectly still, “I’ll put your incense over there for you.”

You don’t resist, you hand him your sticks, smiling as you watch him taking care of you. 

“Hey Y/N, come here, Jaemin and I want to talk to you about something,” Sijoon says, pulling you away from Donghyuck.

Donghyuck watches, wanting to put a stop to it but fully aware that if he says anything he will expose your secret relationship, which he isn’t ready to do that. He stands up, walking away from the shrine to lean against another tree so can’t see his friends with you. Jisung follows his friend over and leans against the tree as well. 

“Hey,” Jisung sighs, nudging Donghyuck with his elbow. “Your eyes were practically popping out of your head.”

“What are you talking about?” Donghyuck huffs.

“I’m just teasing you,” Jisung laughs. “How are things with Yeji?”

“She’s studying with her friends at their dorm so I haven’t really had the chance to see her,” Donghyuck explains.

“I think the faster you talk to her, the better. If you leave things like this for too long, it won’t be good for anyone,” Jisung suggests.

Donghyuck knows his friend is right. He knows he has to handle things properly, what is he doing with you isn’t fair to you or Yeji.

You lay on your bed, attempting to sleep when you notice Donghyuck is staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. You roll over to face him, “can’t sleep?” you ask. 

“No not really,” he sighs.

“That sucks,” you say. “I guess you’ll be going to your room once the exams are over, right?”

“Well…since this is my last night here,” he rolls over to look at you with a devilish smirk on his face. “And since neither of us can sleep, I think we should do something else.”

“In your dreams,” you scoff, closing your eyes. 

“I can just wait till you fall asleep then,” he laughs. 

“I won’t fall asleep before you,” you state.

“I call bullshit,” he laughs, “you always snore and that’s what keeps me awake.”

“That’s insane,” you snap, “I don’t snore.”

He decides not to argue, there’s  no point, you’re too stubborn to admit you’re wrong. Donghyuck watches as you slowly drift off to sleep. You look so peacefully that he can’t help but to smile. He inches towards your face, kisses your forehead, then lays back down on his side of the bed. 

“I knew you didn’t have the balls to do it,”  you smirk, not opening your eyes.

“It has nothing to do with my balls,” he retorts, “it’s because you can’t act.”

You laugh, turning to look at him, smiling at his adorable face. You are really enjoying having him stay with you and even though you don’t want to admit it, you’re going to be a little sad once things go back to the way they were.

“No, the real reason I didn’t do anything is because I gotta make things right, first,” Donghyuck explains, turning his entire body to face you

“What do you mean by that?” you ask.

“After the exam, I’m going to end things with Yeji,” he confesses, staring intently into your eyes. “I know this might a lot to ask, but you please wait for me?”

A small smile subconsciously appears on your face, “I’ll be right here…so you better make it quick and hurry back to me.”

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟺 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟼

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻 : 𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢

Exam day is finally here. You try to focus the best you can on your work, excited for what is coming after. You know Donghyuck has plans to meet Yeji at a cafe to finally end things with her. He’s going to finally be yours and yours only. Once the announcement is made that the time is up, you drop your test off on the instructor's desk,

following your friends out of the classroom. You don’t waste any time on small talk though, you say some pleasantries and hurry out of the university. You stop at a store on the way home, to pick up some fresh vegetables and steaks to cook a special meal for YOUR man and race home, waiting on Donghyuck to finally come over.

♡♡Meanwhile♡♡

Donghyuck sits at a table in a local cafe waiting on Yeji to show. She’s already fifteen minutes late. He pulls his phone out and shoots her a text.

DONGHYUCK: I’m at the cafe, where are you?

He doesn’t receive a text back though. He can’t understand why she wouldn’t even respond. Something just doesn’t feel right. He continues waiting another ten minutes before deciding to call her. The phone rings without being answered. Frustrated he instantly dials her back. Finally the call is answered.

“Where are you, Yeji?” he snaps, shocked by what he hears.

He runs out of the cafe and hurries to where Yeji is. Donghyuck walks into a hospital room, seeing his girlfriend peacefully sleeping in the bed. She is hooked up to all sorts of wires and tubes. Donghyuck is at a total loss for words. He runs out into the hallway to find a doctor to get some answers, returning to her room feeling defeated. He pulls his phone out to text you, wanting to inform you of what is going on when his phone dies. 

You wake up on the sofa, looking around realizing you must've slept through the night. You check your phone and don’t see any missed calls or texts from Donghyuck. You unlock your phone and dial his number but the call goes right to voicemail. 

You feel your heart break in half. He didn’t come back to you like he swore he would. Did Donghyuck decide to stay with her? Did he decide to forgive her and now they’re going to be a happy couple again? This is all your fault, you knew better than to get involved in a situation like this and a guy like him.

You meet your friends to finish up some missing assignments for your classes. Even though you aren't being too productive you can’t explain to your friends what is actually distracting you. You have to keep lying to them, pretending that everything is fine.

“I am so hungover,” Hendery complains, rubbing his head.

“Who’s idea was it to go out?” Doyoung asks.

Before anyone could answer, Jaemin, Jeno, and Johnny walks over to your table. 

“Don’t you get a break after the exams?” Jaemin wonders.

“Well…we still have some work we need to hand in,” Kun explains.

“We’re lucky you’re here,” Doyoung smiles. “Could you help with this part?” Jaemin leans over the table to get a better look. “This part?” Jaemin asks.

“Yea,” YangYang nods.

“Eh, to be honest, I'm not that good at this. Donghyuck is the expert, it’s a shame he’s not here with us,” Jaemin explains.

“Where is Donghyuck?” you ask, slowly looking up at Jaemin. You have to ask, you need to know where he is. Even if it’s going to destroy you, you know that you still need to hear it.

“His girlfriend was in a really bad car accident so he slept in the hospital last night,” Jaemin explains.

“Yeji woke up this morning though,” Jeno adds. “We just got back from the hospital. She seems to be ok now.”

“That’s good to hear,” Kun sighs. “Ok, let’s get back to work so we can get this shit finished.”

Yeji sits in her hospital bed, alone. Feeling an array of emotions, when Donghyuck walks back into her room. “Oh you're awake,” he states. “How are you feeling?”

She looks at him, not knowing what to say. She feels so much guilt  that she isn’t sure how to put what she needs to say into words.

He walks over to the table in the corner of the room and pours a glass of water, handing it to Yeji. “Here,” he says, handing her the glass of water. “I just talked to your mom on the phone, she should be here shortly.”

Yeji stares at him for a few seconds, “what about…the man who…”

“Oh the man who was driving?” Donghyuck interruptes. “He’s alright. He’ll be going home soon. He’s actually in the room next to yours. Do you want to go see him, Yeji?”

She stares down at her bed, internally panicking. “Donghyuck…”

He sits down on the bed next to her, “I’ve actually known for awhile now.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers as tears start to form in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Donghyuck. I know I really hurt you, Hyuck, didn’t I? I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t cry,” he sighs, wiping her cheek with his hand.

Once Yeji is released from the hospital, Donghyuck brings her home to her dorm. They walk inside together, he places two bags down on her desk then turns to look at her. “This is your medicine and this is dinner. Don’t forget to take your meds after dinner or your scar won’t heal,” he explains.

Yeji nods, looking at him with wide eyes.

He looks around, uncomfortable, “well, call me if you have some kind of emergency.” He turns to walk out of her room when Yeji grabs his hand, pulling him back towards her. 

“Are you leaving?” she asks, pouting.

“You weren’t here for so long, the room smells musty,” he says, changing the subject. Donghyuck walks over and opens the balcony door to let some fresh air inside. He steps out onto the balcony, Yeji following.

She takes a deep breath before speaking, “his name is Hyunseung. He’s a senior in my faculty. He knew that I had a boyfriend, but he was very persistent.”

Donghyuck slowly turns to look at her, “and you still talked to him?”

“He…he knew how to take care of girls. He took me to a lot of new places, places that I had never been to,” she explains as tears start to stream down her cheeks.

“And that includes him buying you things,” he adds. “Things that I can’t afford to buy you.”

“At first, I was just going to toy with him,” Yeji states. “But eventually I…”

“Had feelings for him?” Donghyuck interrupts, finishing the sentence for her. He leans over the railing to look out over the balcony then back at her. “For how long?”

“About…two months now,” Yeji confesses.

“Did you sleep with him,” he wonders.

“It was a mistake,” she insists. “This whole time, he wasn’t serious with me. He hangs out with so many other girls.”

“How do you know?” Donghyuck sighs.

“He never cared, Hyuck. Even when I was in the hospital. If he cared, he would have gotten a hold of me by now,” she cries.

“So you’re upset that he hasn’t contacted you?” Donghyuck huffs.

“No,” she denies. “I didn’t mean it that way. What I meant is, it made me realize that the only one who stands by me is you.”

She leans over, wrapping her arms around him as the tears continue to flow. “Hyuckie, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please don’t break up with me.”

He fights back tears when he sees you standing on your balcony, staring at him. Your eyes meet for a moment before he quickly looks away. You know what that means, you know he was staying with her and there is nothing you can do or say to change that. You turn and return inside your room as a tear runs down your cheek.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟼 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟽

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟼 : 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚝

Donghyuck wakes in the middle of the night, looking over at Yeji peacefully asleep on his arm. He gently pulls his arm away, trying not to disturb her sleep. He gets out of bed and goes into the

bathroom. Once the door is fully closed, Yeji grabs her phone. She opens it to see messages from Hyunseung, the last one asking if he can call. She deletes the messages, quickly replacing her phone back onto her nightstand then lying back down pretending to still be asleep when Donghyuck returns to bed.

Jaemin, Jeno, and Johnny walks inside a local club, ready to have a good night.  “Where do you wanna sit?” Johnny wonders, looking around.

“It feels kind of weird partying with just the three of us,” Jeno sighs. “Should we invite Hyuck out?”

“You idiot,” Johnny huffs. “Let him take care of his girl.”

“Oh ok,” Jeno sighs. “So where should we sit then?”

“I don't know, just pick a table,” Johnny orders.

Jaemin spots you drinking alone at the bar. “You two go ahead and find us a table,” Jaemin says. “I’ll be over then.”

“Ok,” Johnny nods, leading Jeno over to a table.

Jaemin walks over to where you are sitting. “Y/N,” he smiles. “What’s going on? Are you ok?”

“No, I’m fine,” you lie. “I just wanted to celebrate alone.”

“Celebrate?” Jaemin asks. “You don’t look like someone who is celebrating, Y/N.”

“I’m celebrating for someone else,” you scoff. “He should be happy by now.”

Jaemin sighs, accepting your answer. “If that’s the case then don’t hold back. I’ll give you a ride home and I won’t take no for an answer.” He sits down next to you and orders a drink for himself. 

Donghyuck is standing at the sink in Yeji’s kitchen doing their dishes from dinner when Yeji goes into the bathroom. A knock sounds on the door. Donghyuck shakes his hands to air dry them a little before swinging the door open. He’s shocked to see Hyunseung standing on the other side. “What the hell are you doing here?” he growls.

“I know that I shouldn’t be here but I need to talk to Yeji,” Hyunseung explains.

Donghyuck stares at him with nothing but rage on his face as Yeji exits the bathroom noticing what’s unfolding. 

“Hyunseung,” she gasps, making both men turn to look at her. “You should leave, I have nothing to say to you.”

“Yeji, I’m sorry,” he pleads. “It’s my fault that we’re not together. And this made me realize how much I love you, you’re not just another girl to me.”

“What do you want?” Donghyuck snaps, not wanting to hear anything else he has to say.

“I just want…” Hyunseung states, turning to look at her. “Yeji to choose what SHE really wants.”

She stares at him for a few seconds, clearly upset. “Just leave,” she orders.

“Yeji…” Hyunseung starts.

Donghyuck could see the confusion and emotions on her face. It hurts him to admit it but he knows what needs to be done. “Talk to him, Yeji,” he states. “End it and get some closure. Tell me when you’re done.”

He walks out onto the balcony so he wouldn’t have to listen to their converstaion. He tries to keep his composure when he hears voices coming from your balcony.

“There’s a cool breeze,” Jaemin says.

“Cool?” you repeat. “How come I feel so hot right now?” You laugh at your stupid joke, proudly.

You look up, seeing Donghyuck watching on. The look on his face showing how heartbroken he is. He looks like a lost puppy dog that is ready to cry at any minute. You’re natural instinct wanting to hug him but you can’t, he’s not yours to hug anymore. And if you really want to be honest, he never really was yours.

You turn back to Jaemin, “but there’s mosquitoes out here, we should probably go back inside.”

“I think it’s nice out,” he states. You grab Jaemin’s arm and pull him back inside of your room.

Donghyuck watches you disappear into your dorm with his friend. When he turns back around, he sees Yeji and Hyunseung hugging inside her dorm. Everything is falling apart.

You walk over to your refrigerator, pull out a cold bottle of water and hand it to Jaemin. “Thank you for the ride home,” you smile. “But it’s getting late and you should probably hurry home.”

“Mhm,” Jaemin smirks, looking around. “I’m starting to get a little hungry. Is there something I could eat here?”

“Here?” you ask.

“Yea,” Jaemin nods, “here.”

“Sorry but I didn’t go shopping lately,” you state.

“Well, how about these?” Jaemin wonders, pulling out a bag of instant noodles that you have stashed on top of the microwave. “These are perfect.”

“No, you can’t,” you gasp, grabbing the noodles from him. You both stand in an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, I just want to keep these for me.”

“Oh…” Jaemin sighs, looking at you then the noodles then quickly back at you again. “I think maybe I should get going.”

You feel a little ashamed of how you acted but those noodles were for Donghyuck. Even if he made his choice, they were still his and it wouldn’t be right for Jaemin to eat them. 

“I guess I’ll see you later,” he says, walking towards the door. You watch as he exits your room.

After Hyunseung leaves, Donghyuck and Yeji are once again alone in her dorm room. He doesn’t want to have the talk that is so desperately needed but ultimately knows they need to talk about so much. They sit together on her sofa, both visibly uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” Yeji sighs.

“You know, after the accident you’ve been apologizing so much that it makes me think that you’re only here because you feel guilty,” Donghyuck announces. 

“I’m sorry,” Yeji repeats, looking down at the ground to avoid making eye contact.

“Now that you know that Hyunseung is serious about you,” he sighs. Donghyuck lifted her chin up with his hand forcing her to look at him.  “I’ll give you one more chance to decide. There’s no wrong or right answer when it comes to love, but you can’t lie to yourself. You need to be honest about your feelings, Yeji. Who do you really want? Is it Hyunseung or your Hyuck?”

Yeji looks away, considering her options. “Hyuck…” 

Donghyuck exhales a sigh of relief, leaning back slowly in his chair.

“Can we take a break?” she asks. “Let me be alone for a little to figure things out.”

Donghyuck doesn’t know how to respond. He stares at her, unable to speak.

“I’m sorry,” Yeji sighs.

“Ok, Yeji,” he nods, standing up to gather the stuff he has in her room. Yeji watches, not moving from the sofa. When he is finished, he turns to look at her, “I’m leaving,” he states, turning around and walking towards the door.

“Hyuck,” Yeji saya, causing him to turn around. “I’m sorry.”

“Yea, Yeji it’s ok,” he says, forcing a small smile as he turns and walks out of her room for what may be the last time.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟽 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟼 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟾

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟽 : 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛

“Donghyuck, why don’t you just break up with her?” Soojin asks.

“Yea dude,” Mark adds, proudly.

“Why continue to drag it out?” Jeno joins.

“Well she asked for it,” Jisung interrupts. “What other choice did he have?”

Soojin glares at Jisung in disgust but doesn’t respond.

“I think this is partially my fault,” Donghyuck announces. 

“You gotta look at the bright side,” Jaemin adds. “All of this might bring you two even closer.”

“Oh my god,” Soojin huffs. “One of you is a saint and the other is an optimist…I don’t want to talk to you guys anymore.”

“So forget about it,” Jaemin sighs. “Let’s take Hyuck out tonight to help him forget about everything.”

“Well…” Chenle hesitates.

“My treat,” Jaemin announces.

“Yes daddy,” Chenle laughs. “The rich man with unlimited credit but only a hundred bucks left in his bank account.”

“Oh my god,” Mark laughs so hard that he almost falls off of his chair.

“Ok ok ok,” Jaemin smiles. “If you’re too proud to let me pay then..”

“I’m not saying that,” Chenle snaps, quickly turning to look at Jaemin with a straight, serious face.

“May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past,” Jaemin says, raising his glass in the air and all of his friends following suit.

Jeno turns to look at Donghyuck, “bottoms up, dear friend.”

Everyone starts clapping to support their friend chugging the drink in front of him.

“Yayyyyy,” Mark laughs.

“Get him another one,” Soojin demands.

“Alright guys slow it down,” Donhyuck gasps. “I don’t want to be hugging the toilet two nights in a row.”

“Oh come on,” Chenle huffs.

Something catches Soojin’s eye from across the room. “Um guys,” she starts.  “Jaemin, there’s Y/N.”

Jaemin spins around, seeing you and your friends walking inside of the bar.

“Hey Y/N,” he calls with a giant smile on his face. “Come on over here.”

“Come on kids,” Soojin orders. “There’s room at our table.”

Your friends happily walk over to their table, pulling you along with them. 

“Y/N, sit next to Jaemin,” Soojin demands.

“Do you have a seat? Because if not you can sit on my…” Jaemin smiles, “…heart.”

“Holy shit,” Jeno laughs. “Didn’t think you were gonna say that.”

“I’m a nice guy,” Jaemin smiles. “Remember?”

Jaemin grabs a glass and pours two different liquids into the glass, handing it to you with a giant smile. “See if you make it too strong, you’ll get drunk too fast,” Jaemin explains. “It’s perfect like this.”

“Do you take care of everyone this well?” Chenle huffs.

“I do,” Jaemin snaps, glaring at his friend. “I’m a caring person.”

Donghyuck picks up his glass and chugged all of the contents. 

“Jaemin never mixes my drink for me,” Mark whines.

“Me neither,” Chenle agrees.

Jeno notices Donghyuck chug his second drink and watches as he pours straight liquor into the empty glass. “I thought you said you were going to take things slow,” he questions.

“What’s wrong with you?” YangYang asks, joining into the conversation,

You’re listening to what is being said about him when Jaemin turns to look at you. “Oh hey,” he smiles. “Were the lecture notes that I gave you useful?”

“A lot of the info for the test was useful but we still couldn’t finish in time,” Doyoung sighs.

“Y/N was the only one that could,” Hendery announces. “She got them all.”

“She’s as impressive as me,” Soojin smiles.

“Since you’re this impressive,” Jaemin smirks. “You deserve a reward.” He leans against you to whisper into your ear, “so what do you want?”

“Um,” you hesitate.

“I know you want something,” Jaemin insists. 

“No…I’m good,” you state.

“Oh just tell Jaemin what you want. He’ll get you anything,” Soojin announces.

“Hyuck, slow down man,” Jeno says to him as he chugs his full glass of liquor.

“Don’t pay attention to him,” Jaemin whispers. “He’s an alcoholic.”

The night goes on, you’re trying not to drink too much. You don’t want to make another drunken mistake. You can tell that Jaemin likes you and the last thing you want is to go home with him just because you’re still upset about the Donghyuck situation.

You get up from the table and walk down the long hallway leading to the bathrooms. You turn the corner bumping into someone walking out. You look up, locking eyes with Donghyuck. You can feel the intensity from the way he is looking into your eyes. You want to hug him, you want to grab onto him and not let go but you won’t allow yourself to do that. You take a deep breath and move to the right to go around him just as he happens to move to the same side. After attempting to go around each other with the same result of continuing to bump into each other you both stop. It was obvious both of you have a lot to say but neither one seem to want to be the one to say it. Finally Donghyuck opens his mouth but before words could come out he quickly covers his mouth, turns and runs back into the bathroom. 

There he is hugging the porcelain throne, praying for death. He continues to vomit until there is nothing left in his stomach. He slumps down, laying his head on the seat, slowly closing his eyes.

Donghyuck opens his eyes, looking around, realizing he is in a bedroom lying comfortably tucked into a bed. He looks over and there you are, lying underneath the blankets next to him. When you feel him moving around, you open your eyes, turning to look at him.

“You were sleeping in the bathroom,” you explain. “So I told your friends to bring you here and you could sleep on my sofa for the night. At least you still have some clothing here.”

Donghyuck looks down at what he was wearing, realizing it was different from what he wore to the bar.

“There was vomit all over your shirt so I changed your clothes,” you explain.

“I’m sorry I didn’t want to be a bother to you,” he sighs, sitting up to get out of bed. “I’ll leave now.”

You grab his arm, preventing him from getting up. He slowly turns to look at you. “Why did you take so much time to come back to me?” you ask. “You told me to wait.”

“What about Jaemin?” he wonders.

“Are you kidding me?” you snap. “I was drunk the other night so he gave me a ride home.”

“So you’re really waiting for me?” he asks.

“What do you take me for?” you huff. 

“Can I really come back to you?” he whispers, hesitantly.

“Are you with anyone now?” you ask.

He stares at you for a few seconds before lunging forward, wrapping his arms around your body, squeezing tightly. Donghyuck lets out a slight whimper as the tears start to flow.

“When I was hurt you took care of me, now let me take care of you,” you whisper.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟾 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟽 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟿

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾 : 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝

“We finally finished exams! Wooaaahhh!!” Mark cheers, leading his friends down the staircase.

“It’s over!!” Chenle adds. “Woo woo!”

“It’s freakin over!!” Jaemin shouts, throwing a stack of papers into the air. 

“What the hell, Jaemin!” Soojin snaps. “Why would you throw my papers? Pick them up now!”

Jaemin bends over, scurrying to gather all of the loose papers on the stairs.

“Hurry hurry,” Jeno teases.

“You guys help him too!” Soojin orders. 

“What the hell, why us?” Johnny snaps.

“None of you stopped him,” she growls. “Now do it!”

Everyone groans but eventually succumbs to her demands, bending over to assist in gathering the papers.

“If I see a single paper left on the ground, I will cut you all,” she adds.

“So which bar are we hitting up tonight?” Jeno wonders.

“I’m thinking the bar where Hyuck loves the toilets so very much,” Chenle smirks while looking at Donghyuck walking down the stairs.

“Oh yeah,” Mark laughs. “So are you in?”

“I’m sorry guys, I have to bail tonight,” Donghyuck says. “I have to be home.”

“What’s going on, Hyuck,” Jisung asks.

“Nothing,” he says, with a giant smile on his face. “I just have some errands to run.” He looks around waiting for a response only to see everyone staring at him suspiciously.  “Well I'll see ya all later,” he laughs, running past his friends and down the stairs.

“Wait up, Y/N,” YangYang orders, chasing behind you down a different set of stairs.

“Why are you in such a rush?” Doyoung asks.

“No reason, I just have some errands to run,” you explain, not stopping or slowing down.

“What errands?” Kun wonders.

“Um…” you hesitate.

“Did you guys finish your part of the report yet?” YangYang asks.

“Yea,” Hendery nods.

“Whatever guys, I’ll celebrate with ya’s another night,” you smile. “See ya.”

You pick up your speed and run off, leaving your friends behind with even more questions. You run outside to where Donghyuck normally parks his motorcycle, looking all around to make sure no one you know is in eyesight. He sneaks up from behind, lightly tapping your back. 

“Boo,” he yells.

You nearly jump out of your skin. “What the hell,” you snap.

“What?” he laughs. “I saw you looking around, acting all suspicious so I couldn’t help myself.”

“I wasn’t acting suspicious, I was wondering what all this is about,” you stated. “Why do we have to meet here in secret? We normally don’t do this.”

“Well…I don’t know,” Donghyuck sighs, looking down at the ground for a split second before looking back at you. “Things changed between you and me, I guess.”

“What are the ‘things’ that you're talking about?” you ask.

“Well…things,” he smiles.

You shake your head with a giant smile, “what things? Huh?”

“Whatever…then we’ll just let everyone in the university know about us then,” he laughs, pulling you closer to him. “Let’s see, is there anybody around?”

“Oh my god, there’s Doyoung,” you panic.

He quickly lets go of your arm and drop down to the ground hiding behind his motorcycle. He glances up at you to see you smiling and giggling in amusement. Donghyuck huffs before standing back up, adjusting his shirt.

“So where are you taking me today?” you wonder.

“I’m taking you to the best restaurant in the world,” he smiles, proudly.

You watch as he gets onto his motorcycle and you climb on the back. You wrap your arms around his waist and enjoy the ride to the best restaurant in the world. He pulls into the driveway of his house and parks his bike. You both climb off and you look around confused.

“Isn’t this your house?” you wonder.

“Oh, I’ve never told you that my mom opened a restaurant?” he asks. 

You scratch your head still looking around, “and you want me to eat with your family?”

“Mhm,” he nods. “Do you mind?”

“No, I guess not,” you sigh. “I’m just uncomfortable around new people…especially your parents.”

“Ooooooh hey,” a woman says, walking into the garage. “Is this her, the junior you told me about? The one that wants to try my cooking.”

“Yea,” Donghyuck nods. “You gotta show her your skills, mom.”

“Bring it on,” his mom says, proudly. “Come on, come and wait inside.”

She leads you both inside to a table and quickly wanders off into the kitchen. You and Donghyuck sit in silence. You’re clearly uncomfortable which seems to bring a sense of amusement to him. He watches you with a giant smile plastered on his face.  Renjun, his brother, wanders into the room, surprised to see you sitting aside Donghyuck.

“Oh, uh-oooh,” Renjun smiles, sitting down on the chair next to Donghyuck. “Hi,” he waves at you.

You look at the younger boy, confused then look at Donghyuck for an explanation. 

“If you want to say something then say it now,” Donghyuck says to Renjun.

He slowly looks away from Donghyuck and focuses on you, “nope I don’t have anything to say, at the moment.”

“And how did you meet, Hyuck?” his mom asks, walking back into the room carrying a dish of food. “Hyuck has never brought any of his juniors home with him.”

“Oh come on mom, this isn’t just a normal junior,” Renjun announces. “She’s a special junior with an extra topping.”

You exhale deeply, looking at Donghyuck, annoyed that his brother seems to know about the two of you.

“She lives in the same dorm as mine, so we’re kind of close mom,” Donghyuck explains.

“Oh I see,” she says, carrying the rest of the dishes over to the table. “Here it is, eat up.”

You stare at the food, not reaching to get any, unaware of everyone watching. “Is there something wrong?” his mom asks.

“No,” you say, still staring at the food on the table. “I just think it smells so…”

“It’s made from a secret family recipe. You can’t find it anywhere else,” she interrupts.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yes really,” she nods, proudly. 

You hesitantly scoop a spoonful of food and shove it in your mouth, everyone silently watching, patiently waiting on your response. The food tastes like nothing you ever tasted before. It is exceptionally good. Donghyuck smiles at you with such love in his eyes.

The front door swings open and in walks an older looking man. He is wearing dark blue work pants and white shirt stained with oil. 

“Oh honey,” Donghyuck’s mom happily smiles. “I didn’t think you were gonna be done so soon.”

He walks over to the table, staring at you with an unwelcoming expression on his face. “Who is this and why is she in my seat?” he grunts.

“Father, this is my…my friend, Y/N,” Donghyuck explains.

“Where is Yeji?” he asks.

“Oh honey, that’s not important. Why don’t you sit next to me and enjoy this happy occasion.”

He grunts but ultimately sits down next to his wife. The energy at the table shifts instantly. The rest of the meal is in silence and you refuse to look up from your food. After dinner Donghyck leads you outside, his mom follows behind.

“Thank you for dinner Mrs. Lee,” you smile. “Everything was absolutely delicious.”

“You’re quite welcome,” she says. “You’re welcomed here anytime.”

“Now she’s gonna be begging me to come back all the time,” Donghyuck interrupts.

“Make sure you listen to her and bring her back soon,” his mom orders.

You smiles, “thank you for everything.”

His mom turns to look at her son, “now give her a good ride and get her home safely.”

“I plan on it,” Donghyuck smirks, resisting the urge to wink at you.

She continues smiling as she turns around and walks back inside of the house.

“Come on, let’s go,” Donghyuck sighs, walking over to his motorcycle. He pauses and looks at you before hopping onto his bike, “I’m really sorry about my dad earlier. He’s weird about who we bring home.”

“I get it,” you sigh. “You should’ve just told your dad that we’re just friends.”

An amused smile appears on his face, “Sure. Because I wouldn’t be taking you home if we were more than friends.”

You smile at him as you follow his lead and climb onto the back of his bike. Donghyuck quickly turns to look at the back tire, “damn it,” he snarls. “How the hell did I get a flat?”

You both quickly get off of the bike and you watch as he investigates the deflated tire. He turns to look at you, “well I guess you gotta stay the night.”

“Doesn’t your dad run a garage?” you ask. “Can’t you just fix the flat tire?”

“Can’t you see that his garage is currently closed,” Donghyuck laughs. “I’ll have to wait till tomorrow to ask him. Just spend the night.”

“Nah,” you huff, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “I can take an uber.”

“This far out?” he laughs. “There’s no ubers here, especially at this time. You have no choice, you’re gonna have to stay with me.”

“You seem to forget that I have legs and I can walk to the nearest bus stop,” you smirk, turning to walk out of his parent’s garage, “Good bye.”

Donhyuck nods amused by your naivety, “ok.”

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟿 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟾 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟸𝟶

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿 : 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍

The sunlight fades, making way for the darkness to engulf the world. You make your way down the country road with only the light of the moon guiding your path. There are minimal street lights along the way making for an eerie walk. You’re used to the bustling energy of the highly populated city life and you hate to admit that this is kind of out of your comfort zone.  You want to turn around and run back to Donghyuck but you’re way too stubborn to admit that you aren’t capable of getting home on your own. You shake your fears away and continue down the road, praying that you are heading in the right direction.

“Hey,” a shady looking man says, appearing from the shadows. “You need a ride, pretty lady?”

You ignore him, continuing to walk while looking down at the ground, scared to accidentally make eye contact.

“Oh don’t be scared baby girl,” another man scoffs, appearing from behind the other man. “We can show you a good time.”

You know you’re now in a situation that you might not be able to get out of. You can feel the tears starting to build up in your eyes. They are tears filled with fear, shame, and disappointment in yourself that you are just too stubborn to stay with the one man that you did truly wanted to stay with. You adjust your bag on your shoulder, preparing to take off running when you feel a hand grab your shoulder. You quickly turn, preparing to swing your bag in self defense when you see Donghyuck standing behind you. 

“Come on, let’s go home,” he smiles. “My mom made up a bed for you.”

You stare blankly at him, contemplating how to properly respond. Instinctively you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go but you fight that urge. 

“Ok,” you sigh, knowing you have no other option. 

To your surprise, he doen’t have a cocky response or any response at all. He nods back and you two walk side by side back towards his parents’ house.

“It’s really isolated out here,” Donghyuck explains. “There are a lot of rough crews that hang around here at night too. If you’re not careful, a young, hot girl like you can get into a lot of trouble here.”

You still don’t have anything to say, you just listen to his words, knowing he is right. Afterall you almost found yourself in a dangerous situation before he got to you. 

“But if you’re afraid, you can hold my hand,” he smiles, putting his hand out in front of you.

You look at him, wanting to instantly grab his hand but that stubbornness in you is still present. You don’t want to show the fear, you don't want to show him any signs of weakness. You think about where your stubbornness almost got you and you know what you should do. You exhale slowly and place your hand inside of his. His hand is so warm and your tiny hand fits so perfectly in his, almost as if they were destined to be together.

“Who wouldn’t want to hold Lee Donghyuck’s hand? Afterall I was voted most eligible bachelor, most likely to succeed, and was the homecoming king the past three years. I’m like a celebrity.” he boasts. “And yet you try to keep your distance.”

“Do you think I’d fall for you just because of all of your past accomplishments and popularity?” you ask.

“What is your type anyways?” he wonders.

“Why don’t you tell me your type?” you demand.

“My type, huh?” Donghyuck repeats, looking you up and down. “Mmmmmm. Well I like someone younger, small shape, delicate hands, fair skin, stubborn, and loves to argue with me. I’ll kiss her until she can’t open her mouth.”

You cock your head to look at him before speaking. “And my type is…”

“I already know your type,” he interrupt. “Someone sexy, funny, charismatic, cheeky and playful.”

“No,” you shake your head. “Someone clean, handsome, kind and caring.”

“What?” he gasps with a giant smile on his face. “It’s me…all those things you said, you described me.”

“Ummm,” you stare at him stunned. “More importantly, not a narcissist.”

“Yes! It’s definitely me!” he boasts. 

You don’t argue, you know that no matter what you say he already has his mind made up that you are describing him and there would be no convincing him of anything different. 

You walk back to his parents’ house, tightly gripping onto his hand, not wanting to let go at all cost. You follow him up the staircase in the back of the house leading to his bedroom above the garage. You are grateful of him having his own entrance to his room therefore there would be no uncomfortable encounters with either one of his parents.

Once inside, you take your bag off and place it onto one of his chairs. He hands you a change of clothing with a smirk on his face.

“Do you need help?” he asks.

“I think I can manage,” you sigh, grabbing the clothing from him.

You turn and walk into the small bathroom inside of his room. You pull your dress off over your head, replacing it with the small t-shirt that he gave you to wear. The shirt is so small that it barely covers your ass. 

While you are in the bathroom, Donghyuck sits on his bed, patiently waiting for you to come out. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and begins scrolling through facebook.

Hwang Yeji updated her profile picture with a picture of a black screen. Donghyuck knows this is an obvious cry for attention and unfortunately it makes him feel some kind of way. He can’t resist the urge to click on her page and do a little snooping.

You slowly walk out of the bathroom, wearing the shirt he loaned you, the shirt that barely covers anything. Donghyuck looks over smiling widely upon noticing you standing in the doorway, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” he smiles, handing you a pair of plaid pajama pants. “I thought I had these with the clothing.”

“Thanks a lot,” you huff, quickly snatching the pajama pants from him. 

“I mean I don’t mind if you just want to wear the shirt,” Donghyuck winks. You glare at him before sliding the pajamas pants on, instantly feeling a little more at ease. 

“You can sleep in my bed, and I’ll sleep on the blow up,” he smiles, before walking into the bathroom to get changed into his pajamas.

You slowly crawl into his bed, without any hesitations. What you really want is for him to lay in the same bed with you. You want to spend the night with him so close that you could feel his heartbeat against yours. But you don’t want to disrespect his parents and decide not to push the issue. When he comes out of the bathroom, Donghyuck turns the lights off before crawling into the made up bed on the floor next to his bed, where you are laying. He doesn’t say anything to you, he doesn't need to. You can feel the tension and by now you know him well enough that you can tell there is something wrong with him.

“Are you stressing about Yeji?” you ask. He doesn’t respond, he looks at you with a surprise expression on his face.

“You’re not the only one who spies on people online,” you sigh. You are a little hurt that he still cares enough that her obvious attention seeking behavior is having this kind of effect on him.

“How did you forget about Jisung so easily?” he asks, rolling over to face you.

You think about the question for a few seconds before responding, contemplating the proper way to answer. “Who said I forgot about Jisung?” you ask, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I just no longer want to be with him. For someone that you can’t forget about, the only thing that you can do is forget your feelings for them.”

“So…” Donghyuck says, sitting up and moving over to lean onto his bed where you are laying. “Will you help me forget my feelings?”

“How can I help?” you ask.

He slowly leans down, closer to your face causing your heart to begin to race. Your breathing picks up in anticipation. He inches closer and closer until you can feel his hot breath on your skin and it feels so amazing. You slowly close your eyes…

“Ahem,” Renjun huffs from the doorway of Donghyuck’s bedroom. 

Donghyuck quickly sits up while you pull the covers up to your chin, making sure you are completely covered. 

“Mom told me to bring you some extra covers so you both will be nice and warm tonight,” Renjun announces, dropping the extra blankets onto the bed that you are laying on. “But I see that you two have that department already covered.”

“Get out of here,” Donghyuck orders, throwing a pillow at his brother. 

“Have a good night you two,” Renjun laughs, slowly backing out. “And make wise choices.”

Once the door is closed, Donghyuck exhales slowly before laying back down on his bed. You smile at the cute brotherly love that they have for each other. Renjun quickly pops his head back inside. “So have you two shagged yet?” he asks with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Go away, damn it,” Donghyuck snaps.

“Bye,” Renjun smiles, waving before quickly making his exit. 

You roll over, getting as close to the edge of the bed as possible. “Hey Hyuck, what does shag mean?” you whisper. 

“Shag?” Donghyuck repeats, looking around attempting to avoid eye contact. “It means bathroom. He’s asking if we both used the bathroom before bed.”

“Ooooh,” you nod, readjusting in bed. “I already shagged.”

You lay down and slowly drift off to sleep. It is a restless night. You are lonely in the bed by yourself and can’t get comfortable enough to fall into a deep sleep. You open your eyes, sitting up looking around, realizing Donghyuck is no longer in his made up bed. 

Renjun is sitting on the sofa in the garage, chugging his beer while Donghyuck is digging in the refrigerator. 

“What’s with the chick?” Renjun asks, cutting right to the point.

Donghyuck pulls out a beer, closes the fridge and looks at his brother with wide eyes. “Well nothing special,” he lies. 

“Let’s be real,” Renjun demands, scratching his face. “You didn’t break up with Yeji, did you?”

Donghyuck looks down at the ground, then back at him before responding, almost out of pure disappointment in himself. “She asked me to take a break,” he sighs.

“Well what would happen if she would all of the sudden want to get back together?” Renjun asks. “What would you do?”

You wander out of Donghyuck’s room. You can hear the two talking in the garage so you creep down the stairs so you can listen to their conversation.

“Hyuck, be honest with me,” Renjun insists. “Do you still love Yeji?”

“Yeji is my first love,” Donghyuck starts. “And I’ve been with her longer than I’ve been with anyone else. Do you expect me to feel nothing?”

“I know you two have been through a lot,” Renjun snaps. “But that doesn’t mean you have the right to keep someone on the side like this.”

“I know,” Donhyuck nods.

“Then why the fuck don’t you clear things up with Yeji first?” Renjun snaps. “Do you like this girl?”

Donghyuck stares at his brother without saying a word. He looks as though he wants to say something but can’t get the words to come out of his mouth.

“Is it really that hard for you to say those words,” Renjun huffs.  “Or is it that you really don’t want things to get serious with her?”

“I…” Donghyuck starts. “I just can’t say it out loud. Even though I desperately want to tell her how I feel. She’s the first person that I want to be serious with but I have to clear things up with Yeji first.”

You don’t know how to feel about what you heard. It is a mix of emotions but you have the urge to cry and you don't like that feeling. You slowly creep back up the stairs and crawl back into bed, attempting to go back to sleep.

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𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟿 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚜𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶 : 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝

The morning sun shines through the window, waking Donghyuck from his deep slumber. He rubs his eyes, attempting to wake himself up a little more. He rolls over, wanting to give you a proper wake up call, only to find that you are no longer in his bed. He glances around the room, finding no signs of you. Donghyuck crawls out of his bed, leaving his room, praying that you didn’t go home while he was sleeping. He checks the garage but only his father is in there. He then walks inside his parents’ house, surprised to see you in the kitchen alongside his mother. 

“Good morning, sweetie,” she says with a giant smile on her face before kissing her son on the cheek and exiting the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.

Donghyuck walks over to you, watching as you dish food out of a pan onto a plate. “Awww,” he smiles with such love in his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Here,” you smile, handing the plate of food to him. “I wanted to return the favor of your hospitality and show my appreciation.”

Donghyuck looks down at the food, pushing it around with his spoon, “I’ve waited so long to eat this.”

You look at your feet, avoiding eye contact. “I’m the one who waited.”

He stops playing with the food, looking up at you, moving only his eyes. You can feel him staring at you, causing you to feel a little uncomfortable. You don’t like to show any signs of vulnerability. “Whatever,” you sigh, quickly trying to change the subject and put on a tough act. “Try it.”

You watch as he scoops up a spoonful of food and shoves it into his mouth. The anticipation is killing you. You want him to be impressed with your cooking, you want to show him that you are capable of taking care of him, and that he doesn't need anyone else but you.

Donghyuck looks at you with his classic smirk, “yea I can eat this.”

Stunned by his answer, you look down at the food then back up at him. “Does that mean it’s good or bad?” you ask.

He eats another mouthful of food before saying, “I’ll sit outside to eat.”

“So is it good or bad?” you repeat, following behind him as he walks out of the kitchen.

“Do you want some?” he asks.

“Hyuck?” you sigh.

“It’s amazing,” he announces, forcing a smile onto your face. Your reaction is so genuine that you couldn’t have controlled it, even if you wanted to.

After he is finished eating, you go back into his room to get dressed while Donghyuck works on his motorcycle. You make your way down into the garage with your bag over your shoulder.

“Well, she’s fixed,” Donghyuck announces, proudly. “So you won’t have to stay over another night.”

“Just hurry up, I have things to do,” you tease, playfully.

Donghyuck’s phone starts to vibrate, he pulls it out of his pocket, looking at the screen. 

“Oooh the grades have been posted,” he announces. He opens his phone, navigating through the different screens. He finally faces the screen towards you. “Here, tell me what my grade is, I’m too nervous to look.”

You blink a few times before getting a little closer to the screen, “It looks like you got an ‘F’,” you say.

“What?!” he gasps, almost on the verge of tears.

“I’m just kidding,” you giggle, “you got a C-.”

“Oh my god,” he exhales deeply, placing his hand on his chest. “This was one of the toughest classes. I was really worried about it.”

You watch with a huge smile on your face. Donghyuck is so cute and his reaction brings pure joy out, deep inside of you.

“How about you?” he asks. “Did you get your grades?”

“Not all of them yet,” you explain. “But I know I’m passing the real tough ones.”

“See,” he smiles, widely. “It’s the power of the Sai Dam Hermit Shrine. You know the one that we worshiped. But now we need to redeem our vows.”

“Is it your turn to pull a joke on me?” you laugh.

“I mean it’s really up to you,” he shrugs. “But as far as I know, whoever doesn’t come through with their vows…never graduate.”

He pats your shoulder in a bit of a condescending way, leaving you speechless. You aren’t superstitious but he really seems confident on this subject. 

Donghyuck hands you your helmet and climbs onto his bike, waiting for you to get on the back.

♡♡♡A few days later ♡♡♡

You walk through the market alongside Donghyuck, taking in everything he was saying.

“The hermit soul loves sour foods,” he explains. “So I was thinking that we could cook something for him. I already asked if we could use Jaemin’s kitchen.”

“Is this a good idea?” you wonder.

“Jaemin doesn’t mind,” Donghyuck states. 

“No, I mean walking around here with me,” you sigh, looking around. “Aren’t you afraid that someone will see us together?”

“What is there to fear?” he smirks. “Afterall, we’re here to get stuff for the shrine’s offerings. It’s not a date.”

You try to deny the fact that his comment kind of cut through you like a knife. You want it to be considered a date and it doesn’t seem fair that it can’t be that way. 

A little girl, holding a basket of flowers, walks up to the two of you. “Excuse me sir,” she says, pleasantly. “Would you like to buy some flowers?”

“Sure,” he smiles, eagerly glancing in your direction then quickly focusing back on the girl. “Would you help me pick some out? I want to buy some for my girlfriend.”

“What is your girlfriend’s favorite flower?” she asks.

“Well….ummmm….what is it again?” he hesitates.

“Hey Hyuck,” Mark shouts walking up to where you both are standing, Soojin and Chenle followed closely behind. “What’s going on?” he asks.

Their presence throws Donghyuck into a straight panic. “I told you that I didn’t want any,” he huffs at the girl. “Now get out of here and stop wasting my time.”

“What?” the girl asks, confused.

“Go over there,” he orders, pointing at another group of people. “I’m sure they’ll buy some of your flowers.”

“Did you really just shoo her away?” Chenle laughs.

“Yea well I already told her no and she wouldn’t listen,” Donghyuck huffs. “And why are you guys here?”

“Jisung asked us to buy some groceries,” Soojin explains.

“Why are you here, Y/N,” Chenle wonders, suspiciously.

“Well….” you hesitates. “Donghyuck asked me to help him.”

“Oooooh,” Chenle says, clearly unsatisfied with your answer. 

“I didn’t want to bother you and waste your time,” Donghyuck lies, trying to help convince his friends that it is harmless. “Let’s just shop…I’m sure Jaemin is starting to get impatient.”

He quickly walks off, everyone following behind. After you all bought everything necessary you follow them to Jaemin’s house.

“Holy shit,” Donghyuck gasps. “Did Jaemin renovate again?”

“He has too much money that something like this doesn’t even make a dent in the vineyard’s heir’s pocket,” Soojin boasts, winking at you.

“I should marry a vineyard heir and then I wouldn’t have to worry about anything in life,” Mark sighs.

“Are you talking shit?” Jaemin asks, walking outside of his house with Doyoung and YangYang following him.

“Who would dare talk shit about you, Jaemin?” Mark gasps.

“No one,” Chenle says, rolling his eyes.

“Why are you two here?” you ask, looking at your friends.

“I ran into Jaemin at the university and he invited me,” Doyoung explains. “What about you?”

“Jaemin invited me too,” you lie, looking at Jaemin with pleading eyes.

“Whatever guys,” Jaemin interrupts. “Let’s just get inside and get this moving.”

Everyone stops the inquisition immediately and follow him inside.

“Why don’t we split into teams,” Mark suggests, once inside.

“Jisung will be in charge of the spicy salad,” Chenle orders. “You will be making the chipotle corn salad and Mark, you will make the green mango salad.”

“So I will be…” Mark smiles.

“The salad slut,” Chenle snaps.

“Don’t be so harsh,” Mark pouts. “You’re too mean.”

“And the kids, Doyoung and YangYang, you will help Jisung,” Chenle continues barking out orders.

“Ok,” Doyoung nods, walking over to where Jisung was standing, along with YangYang.

“Donghyuck, you’re making the steak salad and the papaya salad,” Soojin announces. “Chenle, Mark, and I will help you.”

“Yea ok,” Donghyuck nods.

You wait to be told what your job is going to be. 

“YangYang,” Jaemin whispers, winking at the boy when he looks at him and signals with his head at you standing alone across the room. “Everybody has help making their dishes and yet no one wants to help me make the lemon tarts.”

“Well Y/N can help you,” YangYang suggests. “She once baked a cake for us and it was heavenly.”

“Perfect,” Jaemin smiles.

“Oh hey,” Donghyuck interrupts. “You can actually take Soojin, Mark, and Chenle. I can team up with Y/N.”

“No, no, no,” Jaemin shakes his head, walking over to where you are standing. “Two is enough for the tarts.”

“Now, don’t fight over us,” Mark laughs. 

Jaemin guides you over to his work space, while you can’t help but to look at Donghyuck with a sad expression on your face. 

“Y/N,” Jaemin says, getting your attention. “You should put an apron on so you don’t stain your clothing.”

He places an apron over your head, moving his body closer to yours. He reaches around tying the strings behind your back. He is so close to you that you are able to feel his hot breath on your neck.

“I think the hermit spirit will like lemon tart,” Jaemin whispers.

“Are they hard to make?” you ask.

“No, not at all,” Jaemin smiles. “We begin with tart dough, try to knead the dough like this.”

“Like this?” you asks, imitating his actions.

“Yes, very good,” Jaemin smiles. “You can be rough, you don’t have to be afraid.”

Donghyuck watches the exchange filled with jealousy. He wants to be the one cooking with you, sharing this memory with only you. It wasn’t fair that Jaemin got to share this experience with you.

“Oh my god guys,” Soojin gasps. “Look at their chemistry, they are so cute together.”

“Right,” Mark nods. “They would make such a cute couple.”

“She’s so cute and small and he’s the perfect man,” Chenle announces. 

“You can tell he really does like her,” Soojin adds. 

Donghyuck can’t listen to their comments any longer. He slams his hand down onto the cutting board, sending juices from the fresh produce to splash up onto his face. You want to run over to his aid, make sure he is ok but know it would make things too obvious.

“Don’t worry about Hyuck,” Jaemin announces. “He’s always clumsy like this.”

You stare for a few seconds fighting the urge to run over to check on him. You know the pain that he is experiencing and all you want is to be able to comfort him and tell him that everything is going to be alright. But by doing this, it would expose everything that you two had worked so hard to conceal so you just continue to cook alongside Jaemin, pretending not to care.

You gather a few dirty dishes and walk them over to the sink, placing them inside. You stand still, silently debating in your head on whether or not you should wash them. Your friends follow you over to the sink, bringing more dirty dishes with them. 

“What’s going on with you and Jaemin?” Doyoung asks, placing a hand on your back. “I saw him put your apron on and it really seems like he likes you.”

“Noooo, that’s how Jaemin is,” you deny. “He’s just really nice to everyone.”

“But it’s different with you,” YangYang argued. 

“You both are being annoying,” you scowl, flicking water into both of their faces. You walk away and return to your assigned work station where Jaemin is busily working on the lemon tarts.

He smiles when you return to his side, “Y/N,” he says softly, handing you a dessert. “This is for you.”

You look down at the dessert then look back at Jaemin who is still smiling proudly. “Thank you,” you sigh. You could feel Donghyuck’s eyes burning a hole through you, making the situation even more uncomfortable and unsettling. 

“Oh no,” Mark gasps. “We forgot about the pad see ew.”

“Oh god, we did,” Chenle panics, looking around at all the various dishes that they all prepared. “What are we gonna do?”

“I know,” Jaemin perks up, continuing to smile like a fool. “Y/N and I can go get some from the market.”

“I’ll go with,” Donghyuck offers, dropping the mixing spoon he was currently using to combine the ingredients together in the bowl in front of him.

“No, you have to stay to finish that,” Soojin states, pointing down at his unfinished concoction. 

“Someone else can just finish it,” Donghyuck suggests, “it’ll probably turn out better that way anyways.”

“Then you won’t get credit for helping,” Chenle adds. “You know the rules. We all have to see a dish from start to finish so if you leave now, you’re going to have suffer the consequences of not following through with your commitment.”

Donghyuck searches for the right words to combat his friend's statement, parts of him not caring if he doesn’t fulfill his commitment. You are becoming more important to him than he wants to admit and he doesn’t want you going anywhere with any other man other than him, especially Jaemin. 

“If you don’t stay and finish this, you might not graduate with us,” Mark says. 

Marks comment instantly brings Donghyuck back to reality. He recognizes that his friends are correct and he has to stay in order to not screw up his upcoming graduation.

You trail behind Donghyuck, strolling around the local market. You didn’t want to come with him but he didn’t have any acceptable excuses to get you out of it. Jaemin turns back to make sure you’re still behind him, smiling and turning back around, bumping into a woman you don’t know.

“Oh my gosh,” Jaemin gasps, bending down to pick up the package that the woman dropped when they collided. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Are you ok?”

She smiled at Jaemin’s gorgeous features, shyly checking the boy out as he handed the package back to her. “I’m ok…now.”

“Ok good,” he nods, waiting for her to leave. She stares a few more seconds, almost as if she waiting for him to continue the conversation. After not getting the satisfaction that she is craving, the woman winks and walks off, leaving Jaemin behind.

He doesn’t comment on the woman and he obvious attraction for him, instead he turns and smiles at you. Signaling with his head for you to continue to follow him. He leads you over to a stand with bunches of flowers. He picks up a bundle, handing money to the lady standing at the register and turns to give you the bouquet of flowers.

“Won’t all of your little fan girls get jealous if I hold these for you,” you scoff.

“Y/N, I didn’t give them to you so you can hold them for me,” Jaemin says. “I bought them for you.”

“Oh,” you sigh a little surprised by his gift.

“Come on, you’re a smart girl,” Jaemin continues. “I’m sure you can tell that I kind of like you.”

You look around, uncomfortably, thinking about how you should respond to his confession. “Yea,” you sigh, “I can tell.”

“Well…” Jaemin stared at you with hope in his eyes. 

You glance at him but quickly look away. You don’t want to hurt his feelings because Jaemin is a really nice guy. He seems to be very caring, considerate, and compassionate but you don’t have feelings for him. You wish you could like him but your heart wants someone else, no matter how out of reach that one is, you cannot deny what your heart is screaming at you.

“Does your silence mean that you don’t like me?” Jaemin frowned, still having a tad of hope in his eyes. “Or is it because you’re interested in someone else?”

Before you have time to respond, Donghyuck runs up to the two of you. “Jaemin, you’re needed at home,” he gasps in between breaths. “Your tarts are burning and nobody knows what to do.”

“But I didn’t get the pad see ew,” Jaemin argues.

“Y/N and I can handle that but we’re all screwed if your tarts burn,” Donghyuck says, trying his damnest to convince his friend to go home. 

Jaemin exhales deeply, “alright, go,” he announces, turning to look at you. “I guess, I’ll leave you here, then.”

You nod, slowly, refusing to make eye contact out of guilt. But you can’t like how happy you that Donghyuck showed up, it’s actually the highlight of this little outing. Jaemin turns and walks towards the entrance, leaving you and alone with his friend.

You smile at the boy, “did you finish your dish?” you ask.

“Sure,” Donghyuck smiles, starting to walk farther into the market, you hurrying to keep up with him. “I didn’t know you knew how to bake, you told me you could only make instant noodles.”

“I don’t,” you sigh. “My mom bakes though and I’ve helped her a lot through the years.”

“Well, it appears you know how to do it on your own now,” Donghyuck sighs. “I mean, Jaemin was giving you personal lessons and you seemed to really enjoy the one on one attention.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you say, lightly hitting his arm with the bouquet of flowers you were holding. “He was just being a good friend.”

“Oh…” Donghyuck smirks, looking down at the flowers. “And do friends buy other friends flowers?”

“I think it all depends on the intentions behind the flowers,” you smirk back. “And besides, it’s not as though I’m dating anyone right now so it doesn’t matter who buys me flowers, does it?”

You look at him, intently for a few seconds longer before turning and taking the lead, walking to a stand to purchase what you originally came to the market to obtain.

You walk inside of Jaemin’s with Donghyuck following behind. Jaemin is removing the trays of tarts out of the oven. He glances up to his friend, glaring instantly. “What the hell man,” he grunts, “My tarts weren’t burning at all.”

“Really?” Donghyuck gasps, “I must’ve misunderstood.”

“DONGHYUCK,” Soojin snaps, turning around to face him. “You owe me an apology…you lied. You said you had to take a shit.”

“I did,” Donghyuck announces. “I went to the market to take a shit. I don’t like these fancy toilets that Jaemin has here.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Soojin grunts. “Sometimes you can be way too picky.”

“When you guys are done bickering,” Jisung interrupts. “Load everything into the cars before it starts to rain.”

“Ok,” everyone grunts in unison.

You go over to the table with the tarts on, smiling at the finished product. “These ones are for the offering,” Jaemin explains, “and these are the ones for us to eat. I have to make room in my car, would you be able to pack the rest of these up?”

“Sure,” you smile, as Jaemin walks away. 

You put all the tarts in their designated containers, placing a special one in its own box.

You go along with Donghyuck and his friends to take the offerings that you all made to the shrine. You imitate the actions of the older students and try to appear like you know what you are doing. After the appropriate amount of thank yous were made, everyone gather around Jaemin’s car to eat the extra tarts that he made for everyone to celebrate. 

“Hyuck, don’t you want a tart?” Jisung asks, looking at his friend who is the only one not eating a delicious treat.  

“There’s none left,” Donghyuck sighs, disappointed. 

“That’s impossible,” Jaemin snaps. “I made sure that I had enough for everyone to have one each.”

“That’s why,” Soojin gasps, pointing at Mark who is holding two tarts, one in each hand.

“What?” Mark asks.

“You took two tarts,” Jaemin announces.

“Yea?” Mark sighs. “I’m hungry.”

“Jaem made one for each of us, you fat ass,” Chenle laughs.

“I didn’t know,” Marks snaps, continuing to eat the treats he is holding.

Jaemin exhales slowly, turning to look at Donghyuck, “here, do you want mine?” he asks.

“No, I’m good,” he sighs, “I’m just gonna head home.”

You don’t want him to leave but you know you can’t ask him to stay, especially in front of everyone. You watch as he walks off. After you are certain that nobody is paying attention to you, you run off, hoping to catch up to him.

You finally find Donghyuck. He is standing by a tree, deep in thought. He looks like he’s having an internal argument with himself trying to decide his next actions. You look around to see what has him distraught. And that’s when you see Yeji, sitting alone on a nearby bench facing away from donghyuck, clearly unaware of his presence. 

An aray of emotions rushes through your body. Anger, sadness, and jealousy are the most prominent ones though. You have the urge to run over and grab him to prevent him from joining Yeji on the bench but you stop yourself. You know that you have to let him make that choice for himself. You hang back and observe as he continues to struggle with his inner voices. Donghyuck eventually turns and continues to walk on, not saying anything to her, which instantly erases most of the negative feelings that you were experiencing. 

You run back to the group to help clean up and grab your belongings. As you are placing some empty boxes into the trunk of Jaemin’s car, he walks up behind you.

“Hey Y/N,” he says in a low, almost seductive voice. “I’m still waiting on your answer.”

You turn, shocked by his words.

“I can feel it, everytime we’re close,” he continues. “You always back away from me, Y/N. Is it because you like someone else?”

You look away from him, considering what to say. Finally, you say, “yes.”

Jaemin looks away, disappointed but suddenly asks, “Who? Can you tell me who it is?”

Donghyuck stands on a round dock that goes out over onto the lake. He leans on the railing, thinking about his life and how messed up everything has been the last couple of months.  

You walk up behind him without saying anything, leaning over the railing next to him. He does an double take, surprised you followed him.

“What the hell, Hyuck,” you laugh. “Why are you surprised?”

“Well didn’t you…” he starts. “Didn’t you go with Jaemin?”

“Why would I go with him?” you ask.

“Anyone would want to go with Jaemin,” Donghyuck sighs, looking down at the glistening water. “You’d get to ride in brand new car, ride in the air conditioning, riding with a kind driver, and he’s also really caring and compassionate…he’s definitely your type.”

“I was just saying random things,” you smirk. “You know, to mess with you.”

“Oh…” Donghyuck says, raising an eyebrow to look at you. “So then what is your type?”

You turn, facing your body towards him before speaking. “I like someone who…well I think I’m just gonna leave it to you to figure it out.”

“What the fuck,” he grunts. “Just tell me.”

“If you don’t shut up,” you snap, pointing a finger at him. “I won’t give it to you.”

“Give me what?” he asks.

You reach inside of the backpack that is thrown over your shoulder, pulling out a box wrapped inside of colored paper. You watch as he removes the paper, smiling instantly when he sees the contents inside. 

“Heeyyyy,” Donghyuck gasps, looking at you with a giant smile on his face. “You saved me one.”

“I made this one myself,” you sigh. “I didn’t want to risk poisoning someone else. Ya know, in case it isn’t edible.”

He looks at the tart then back at you. “It looks delicious,” he smiles. He sits the box onto the railing and pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

Donghyuck doesn’t respond. He happily types on his phone then proudly hands you it, showing you what he did. You look at the picture of the lemon tart that you gave him that he posted on his instagram page with the comment “I got some sweets from my sweets”. 

Your heart flutters as soon as you realize what he has done. But you have to play it off a little. You raise an eyebrow and look at him. “Posting something like is a little bold, don't ya think? I mean it might give people the wrong idea.”

“It’s perfect,” he says. “Now nobody will get me.”

You don’t respond, mainly because you are happy but it’s still not enough of a commitment for you.

“Isn’t that good?” he asks.

You look at him, “just shut up and eat,” you order.

He does as you say and happily takes a bite out of the tart. “Mmmmm, this is really good,” he smiles. “It’s so good, I have a surprise for you.”

You watch as he reaches in his bag, pulling out a single rose in plastic. “Here this is for you.” A smile grows on your face instantaneously as you take the rose from him and happily smell it. “I know it’s not as nice as the ones that Jaemin got you but I promise, my intentions are good….Do you like it?”

“The flower?” you ask.

“I mean…do you like me?” he whispers.

You look up from the flower, the smile dropping from your face, surprised by his sudden question. You stare into his eyes, instinctively inching closer until your lips are firmly pressed against his. He leans in, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. 

He pulls away, “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispers before kissing you again.

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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 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

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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[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 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

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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[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 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

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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[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 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

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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[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 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

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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