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Love Song

Haechan Lee X Black Reader

Genre: Romance, Poetic-ish, Shortstory, fluff, Confession, POV (hyuck's).

Warnings: potential spelling errors (cause I was just typing away without checking. I'll go back and fix later)

A/n: I've literally had writer's block for the past 3 months trying to come up with stuff to write about, NCT's New album, the dreamies album just dropped, and now 127's album is coming in hot— With that being said, I've got alot of stuff waiting for yall ♡

A/n 2: Sorry this couldn't be longer, Im still recovering from my writers block 😞

Wordcount: 700

Im not usually a fan of the rain but today..I can't help but admit that this day has gotten better. The sound of her heart beating, her light scent. We're so close– it's almost overwhelming.

The umbrella, was decent size. Though, not big enough for the both of us. I admit, it's a bit compact, but im not complaining. My shoulder, her shoulder; the moment they touched seems like time slowed down. I don't mind one bit, I hope the feeling is mutual.

The smell of rain, the ambience of delicate drops. "Hyuck-" Her sweet voice called out to me. Her sweet smile and kind eyes gazing up at me. "Your shoulder!" She points out. Though to be honest I didn't care. I brushing it off, telling her it was alright. Telling her, there just isn't enought space for me to fully be under the umbrella.

"But, You'll get a cold." She expresses with worry.

"It's alright. I'll have you to take care of me, right?", I whispered. Was that too bold of me? I hope not. She smiles, averting her gaze a bit. A slight splash of red undertone on her chocolate skin, ear from ear. "Yes, of course." I smiled back as she played along to my little attempt of flirt.

The cafe we'd just left, disappearing into the blurry distance as we finder further and further away. Like everyone else on the street is disappearing. Like a island with just the two of us.

Once reaching her home, stopping at the door. "I had a great time, I hope you feel the same?" She nervously admits. Shocked, I felt my face burn with happiness. "Yes, I also had a wonderful time."

Watching as she unblocked the door, making sure she got in her home safe and sound. When I turned to leave I felt my arm being tugged at. She stood tall on her tippy-toes having her lips connect to my cheek and whispered– "Thank you Hyuck." I felt so much joy in our date being a success. When I turn to look at her with shock, she giggles.

As for I, well..I believe in eye-for-eye. Especially, when it's something so endearing from some one so beautiful. "Y/n, may I?", I ask.

"Yes", She vocalizes. Gaining concent, I cup her face as she leans into me. Kissing her cute forehead. I had planned a date for us only for the rain to..well what I'd think to somewhat ruin our afternoon plans.

Now that Im thinking about it..maybe I actually love this rain after all.

I'll fix errors later, been at work all day !! Just wanted to post this :) hope you like it!

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.𝟹 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟸 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟺

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹 : 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗

You stand on the edge of the bridge, fixated on the water below as thoughts and memories flood through your mind. You lift your right foot, appearing like you're about to jump off of the bridge.

“Hey hey,” you hear a voice yell from behind you. “Hold on, Y/N.”

You are instantly pulled out of the trance by the familiar voice. You turn to see Donghyuck getting off his motorcycle and walking towards you. However, the sight of him still makes your skin crawl.

“What the fuck are you doing,” he yells. “Why would you try to kill yourself because you were rejected?”

What did he just say? How dare he think so poorly of you? You hop off of the bridge’s wall and turn to look at him with anger written all over your face.

“I know about everything that happened with Jisung,” he continues. “You were planning on jumping, weren’t you?”

“Are you nuts? I wouldn’t do anything like that,” you snap, clearly irritated.

Donghyuck looks around, biting his lip out of pure frustration. “So what were you doing, exactly?” he asks.

You didn’t answer him, you didn’t owe him any explanation at all. He is nothing to you, not even a friend so why should you open up and expose your most vulnerable thoughts and feelings.

“Answer me, damn it,” Donghyuck demands. “Why were you standing on the ledge, if you weren’t planning on jumping?”

You turn to walk away, still refusing to answer his inquiries. You feel a hand grab your arm pulling you backwards.

“Could you please just talk to me?” Donghyuck pleads.

“I was just thinking, that’s all,” you blurt out. “I wasn’t going to jump, I was just looking at how beautiful the water is.”

“Just thinking, huh?” Donghyuck repeats in disbelief.

“Look, as long as Jisung doesn’t ask Karina out and make things official, I still have a chance,” you state.

“You seriously believe that?” he huffs.

“Someone like you couldn’t possibly understand what I’m going through,” you snap. “When you love someone, you are willing to do whatever you have to, to get them.”

“You’re right, I don’t understand…” Donghyuck says, staring at you thoughtfully for a few seconds before continuing. “Why can’t you just leave my friend alone?”

“I don’t understand either,” you admit. You were never like this with anyone before but there was something different with Jisung. He was special and you just couldn’t let those feelings go. “Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“Ok fine. I’ll leave you alone,” Donghyuck huffs. “But I'll tell you one thing. I’m not sure if you’re aware but you are at least five miles from your dorm…enjoy your walk home.”

You watch as he climbs back onto his motorcycle, getting ready to drive off. You look at the empty seat on the back of his bike, contemplating asking for a ride but not wanting to ask the man you hate so much for help. 

“In your dreams,” Donghyuck smirks as if he's able to read your mind.

“It’s fine, I can walk,” you huff. “I did walk here after all.”

You turn and start walking in the opposite direction of where the university and dorms are actually located.

“You’re going the wrong way, genius,” he adds with his classic smirk back on his face.

You huff before turning around, glaring at Donghyuck as you storm past him. The sun was setting and everything was starting to get dark. Soon the only light available would be the few street lights along the way. Donghyuck knows it wouldn’t be completely safe for a woman to walk alone on the back roads to get to the university. He exhaled slowly already knowing what he had to do. He fires his bike up and pulls over next to you.

“Hey,” he says.

“What?” you snap, annoyed, thinking he was just going to say something else cocky.

“Hop on,” he orders. “Don’t get it confused though, I’m not doing this because I like you, it’s only because I don’t want your death on my conscience if something happens to you.”

You hesitate but ultimately hop onto the back of the boy’s bike. He removes his helmet and hands it to you which you reluctantly take. After you are completely settled on the back of his motorcycle, he slowly turns the bike around and drives in the direction that you were originally walking. 

“You said this was the wrong direction,” you yell, confused.

“I have to make a stop first,” he declares. 

“Just let me off, I don’t have time for this shit,” you snap, knowing there was really nothing you could do if he doesn't listen.

“I’m going to the mall to buy a gift for Jisung. I figured you would probably need something too,” Donghyuck explains, speeding up on the bike causing you to grab onto his waist from behind. When he feels your hands grab onto his stomach, he glances at your tiny, delicate hands and a small smile grows on his face. When he notices his unintentional reaction, he immediately forces the smile away, shaking his head in a bit of disappointment in himself.

You didn’t want to go with Donghyuck anywhere but this was for Jisung. You were planning on getting him a birthday present but got distracted with your own emotions and feelings. You didn’t feel the need to respond, you just accepted his offer and rode the rest of the trip in silence.

Donghyuck pulls his motorcycle into a parking spot in front of the local mall. He quickly hops off, walking towards the entrance, you trailing behind. You happily walk through the mall, browsing at the different stores forgetting that Donghyuck was there. You wander aimlessly through the stores looking for that perfect gift. Your eyes get wide when you finally spot it. You rush into the store, practically running over to the shelf.

“You did your homework,” Donghyuck announces, walking up behind you. “Jisung loves Iron Man.”

You don’t respond, you didn’t have to. You know everything about Jisung, that is how it’s supposed to be when you are in love with someone. And you certainly didn’t feel any need to explain such things to a buffoon like him. You grab the box with the Iron Man figure inside and walk over to the cashier, without looking at the price.

You pull your wallet out of your bag, sighing when you realize you don’t have enough money. And since you forgot your phone in your room, you couldn’t even use your apple pay. Once again this is fate just slapping you in the face. You feel the urge to cry but don’t want to give Donghyuck the pleasure of seeing you show any signs of vulnerability.

Donghyuck hands the cashier his credit card to complete the order. The cashier places the gift in a plastic bag, handing it to you with a friendly smile on her face.

“Thank you so much,” you sang, surprised by his sudden expression of niceness. 

He reaches down, swiftly grabbing the bag from you, “what are you talking about? This is mine.” he announces, turning to exit the store.

“Are you kidding me?” you snapp, once again full of rage but decide to follow after the boy.

Donghyuck stops walking, turning to look at you. “How bad do you want this?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

You hesitate but you can’t deny the fact that you want that iron man figurine for your love. And you need to be the one to give it to him.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” you sigh.

“Ok from now on, you address me with complete respect…no more nasty remarks or attitude,” Donghyuck orders, holding the bag up in front of your face.

“No way,” you argue.

Donghyuck lowers the bag nodding with a smile, “ok then find yourself a new gift.” 

He turns to continue walking again, leaving you behind to weigh your options. You know what you had to do no matter how much it made your skin crawl.

“Donghyuck, sir,” you blurt out, causing him to turn to look at you. The shit eating grin on his face make the words even harder to get out. “Can I please have that Iron man?”

“What was that?” Donghyuck smiles, adjusting his shirt. “I don’t think I heard you.”

You take a few deep breaths trying to calm down so you can sound pleasant and kind while speaking. You have to do whatever it takes for Jisung.

“Sir, can I please have that Iron man?” you repeat.

Donghyuck looks down at the bag he is holding, then back at you with a huge smile on his face. “Of course, Y/N,” he smiles widely, walking towards you.

Donghyuck drops you off at the entrance of your dorm building, you go inside without thanking him. You need to get as far away from that man as you can. You walk inside and proceede to get ready and head back out for the bar where you are sure everyone would be gathering to celebrate Jisung’s birthday. You walk inside, tightly gripping onto the Iron Man figurine that you know he is going to love. Donghyuck smiles when he sees you enter the bar, he didn’t sure why he smiled, but it happened subconsciously.

Karina clinks her wine glass with a metal spoon to get everyone’s attention.

“I just need to say something for everyone to hear,” she announces, standing up. “There is someone really special to me here. I hope he knows who is and I hope that one day soon we can make things official.”

The room bursts out into excited cheers. Donghyuck smiles until he remembers that you were there. He turns to look at you as the smile drops, witnessing the hurt written all over your face. You run out of the bar, not wanting to break down in front of everyone. He doesn’t know why but he chases after you.

“Hey wait up, Y/N,” he calls, grabbing your arm to stop you from running away.

“Are you happy now?” you snap.

“What?” he asks, confused.

“You got what the hell you wanted,” you growl knowing he only chased after you to boast.

“Listen to me…” he starts.

“Just stop fucking talking,” you snap. “From now on, I will leave Jisung alone. Happy?”

He dosen’t know how to respond and you don’t really care to hear what he has to say. You storm away before Donghyuck could have the chance to make you feel any worse than you already do. He feels awful but didn’t understand why he felt that way. He ultimately did get what he wants but it didn't bring him any sort of joy. He goes back inside and says goodbye to all of his friends and makes his way over to Yeji’s. When he walks inside, she was laying in her bed, smiling at her phone, quickly putting it down and sliding it under the covers when she sees him.

“Hyuckie, why are you here so early?” Yeji asks, sitting up, quickly. “I thought you weren’t going to be here till late.”

“I told you I was going to come after we celebrated Jisung’s birthday, I just wanted to come a little earlier so we could have more time to cuddle,” he explains, making Yeji smile. “Do you know if your neighbor is home?”

“I don't know,” she sighs. “Why do you care?”

“It’s nothing important,” Donghyuck states. “I’m gonna get a shower quickly, then my attention will be completely on you.”

Yeji nods and when he turns around she immediately grabs her phone, instantly smiling at the text she received.

“Y/N,” someone was yelling in the hallway, getting Donghyuck’s attention. 

He opens the front door, seeing two guys banging on your dorm room’s door.

“Y/N, ARE YOU IN THERE?” YangYang yells.

“Can you just open the door?” Doyoung asks.

“Y/N,” YangYang repeats.

“What’s going on?” Donghyuck asks, walking towards them and closing the door behind him.

“Oh hey Donghyuck,” YangYang sighs. “It’s Y/N, she hasn’t been to any of her classes today and I haven’t been able to reach her at all so I wanted to see if she was home and ok.”

“I heard Karina announced to everyone that she wanted to make things official and I was worried that Y/N would do something crazy,” Doyoung adds.

“No, I don’t think so,” Donghyuck denies, slightly worried.

“You don’t know her,” YangYang snaps. “When Jisung made the first move on Karina, Y/N took a handful of sleeping pills…”

Donghyuck was overtaken with concern, he pushes the other two boys away from the door and starts banging while calling out your name. After a few seconds of getting no response, he uses his shoulder to break the door open, rushing inside, searching your dorm in a state of panic. 

“Y/N’s not here,” YangYang announces. “What do we do now?”

Doyoung pulls his phone out of his pocket, calling his friend.

“Hello, did you find her?” he asks. “Ok thank you.” He disconnects the call and places it back into his pocket.

“What’s going on?” Yangyang asks.

“Someone said they saw Y/N by the big bridge,” Doyoung explains.

“Son of a bitch,” Donghyuck expresses, running out of the room.

He drives his motorcycle to the bridge where he saw you earlier in the day. He searches the area but after finding no signs of you being there he was unsure of what to do. He removes his phone from his pocket noticing you shared a story on Insta. Donghyuck clicks on your story seeing a picture of a rooftop that he recognizes with a broken heart emoji.

“Damn it, Y/N,” he grunts before hopping back onto his bike and heading to the rooftop where he was certain you would be.

After racing onto the rooftop, he freezes in his spot at the sight in front of him.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟺 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟹 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟻

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝

Donghyuck races to the rooftop where he is certain you will be. When he breaks through the doors, he freezes at what he sees.

He runs over, pulling your arm, disrupting your current make-out session with a man that Donghyuck doesn’t recognize.

“What the hell are you doing?” he yells.

You stand there, shocked by his presence, rubbing your head before speaking.

“What the fuck,” you finally end up muttering in response.

Donghyuck looks at the other man and orders, “leave…I need to talk to her.”

The man ignores his demands and continues to watch on.

“Why the hell don’t you answer your phone?” Donghyuck snaps before looking back at the other man. “I said LEAVE! Get the fuck out of here.”

The man looks at you, shaking his head, sighing heavily before exiting the rooftop, leaving you alone with Donghyuck.

“Do you have any idea how many people were worried about you?” Donghyuck stresses.

“Worried about me?” you repeat, briefly rubbing your head. “It’s none of your damn business. Aren’t you just happy to see me like this? Isn’t this what you fucking wanted?”

Donghyuck looks around, angry at himself for being in this situation. “For your information, I never wanted you to get heartbroken. I only wanted you to move on from Jisung so you would be able to find someone that could make you happy and love you back.”

You stare at him for a few moments, surprised by the words that are coming out of his mouth. Although, you aren't sure how to process them, they honestly make you even more confused.

“I don’t know why I want that for you, I really don’t,” Donghyuck confesses. 

“You’re just such an amazing guy,” you snap, with more sarcasm in your voice than you intend. “You want me to be happy? I’d be a fucking idiot to believe bullshit like that. You just don’t want something to happen to me because you don’t want Jisung to feel guilty. YOU NEVER ACTUALLY WORRIED ABOUT ME! You’re just…”

Donghyuck watches as you are having your breakdown. Without thinking he grabs your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He leans in, pressing his lips against yours.

He quickly pulls away, “Why?” he yells. “I have gone further with you than I have with Yeji.” He grabs your head, pulling you in and firmly pressing his lips against yours again.

You instinctively kiss him back for a few seconds before pushing him away.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you yell, wiping your mouth with your arm. “I HATE YOU!”

You say those words with such passion and rage that there is no denying how serious you are. You turn and storm off of the roof leaving Donghyuck behind, regretting his life choices alone.

The next few days you run through the movements robotically. It feels as though you were seeing Karina and Jisung everywhere and it drives you nuts. You still don’t want them to be together but you know that you have no chance anymore. You have to accept the situation as it is, no matter how hard it is going to be.

You see Karina alone in the library. She is never alone anymore, she always has jisung by her side. You think that this will be your only chance. You walk over to her, seething with jealousy and rage.

Karina turns around pausing when she sees you standing behind her. “Jisung isn’t here,” she sighs.

“Here,” you say, handing a bag to her. “This is his birthday gift. Can you give it to him?”

“Why are you giving it to me?” she asks.

“Because you two are official now. I’m done meddling between the two of you,” you explain. You don’t want to admit your defeat but you knew it was the right thing to do.

Karina smiles, widely, “Really, Y/N?”

“Yea,” you nod, looking down at the ground not wanting to make eye contact out of pure shame.

“You really moved on this quickly?” she questions.

“Not yet but I’m going to try,” you sigh, turning to walk away. You can’t continue the pleasantries any longer and you don’t want to slip up and say something nasty.

As you are walking away you notice Jisung walking towards his girlfriend out of the corner of your eye, but you force yourself to not look.

“What’s that?” Jisung asks, pointing to the bag that you gave Karina.

“It's the last gift from your number one fan,” she smiles, handing him the plastic bag, unaware of the contents inside.

Jisung removes the Iron Man figurine from the plastic bag, staring at it for a few moments before smiling at Karina and walking to go back to where his friends are sitting. He places the figurine on the table before sitting back down.

“What’s with Iron Man?” Jaemin asks.

“It’s my birthday gift,” Jisung announces, forcing Donghyuck to look up from the book he is currently reading. He peeks up then looks back at his book but instantly focuses back on the box in front of his friend. A look of disgust on his face.

Mark turns around, “I have the sudden urge to boo you,” he announces.

“Ready?” Chenle eggs on.

“Hit it,” Jaemin continues, pretending to shift a car into gear with one hand and pretending the other is on the steering wheel.

“Boooooooo,” Mark laughs at his friends.

“What’s wrong with you?” Chenle asks, looking at Jisung.

“Stop fooling around,” Jeno interrupts, trying to be the mature one.

“I’m sorry,” Mark sighs while bowing his head, politely.

“Jisung, did your hot doctor give you that?” Chenle asks, bluntly.

“No, it’s not from Karina,” Jisung states.

“Then from who?” Mark wonders.

“You just got your big present from your sexy doctor yesterday,” Jeno interjects with a huge smile on his face.

“But, is she enough for you, Jisung?” Chenle teases.

Donghyuck slams his book on the table before storming out of the library.

“Hyuck,” everyone says before he is out of sight.

“What the hell's wrong with him?” Mark snaps.

Jisung watches his best friend leave without saying a word but this isn’t a normal reaction for the Donghyuck he knows and loves.

At the pool, you are stretching on the side before getting into the water. You have your normal routine before you start swimming and stretching was the last step.

You feel a large hand grab your arm, forcefully spinning you around.

“You lied to me,” Donghyuck hisses.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you ask, confused.

He looks around before speaking to make sure you two are alone. Deciding that the surroundings aren’t safe, he pulls you into the locker room to guarantee more privacy.

Although once inside, Donghyuck still doesn’t let go of your arm, which he is squeezing quite tightly.

“You’re hurting me,” you announce looking down at your arm.

“You said you would stop bothering my friend,” Donghyuck says, squeezing your arm even harder. “So why the hell did you give him that iron man? Huh?”

“You’re really hurting me,” you whine, finally getting his attention of what he was doing and it forces him to release his grip.

“I didn’t give it to him. I gave it to Karina to pass along to her boyfriend,” you explain while rubbing the arm that he was squeezing. “Plus I told her that I would stop meddling.”

“I just…” Donghyuck stops, searching for the correct words to use. “Worried…that you’d get hurt again.”

You stare into Donghyuck’s eyes for a few seconds before looking down at the arm that he squeezed. “Is this what people do when they’re worried?” you ask. “You yelled at me the minute you got here AND you didn’t even say you’re sorry for hurting me.”

You turn to walk out of the locker room, wanting to make a dramatic exit.

“SORRY,” Donghyuck yells, forcing you to stop walking and back up towards the boy.

“What did you say?” you ask. You knew what he said but you just wanted to hear him say it again.

“You heard me,” he sighs, not wanting to repeat it.

“I don’t think I did,” you insist.

Donghyuck thinks for a second, staring into your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You look at him with a little smirk on your face, “I’m still not hearing you.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, in a meak tone.

“What was that?” you ask again, teasingly.

Donghyuck grabs the back of your head and pulls you close to him so he could whisper in your ear, “I am sorry.” He releases you and you pull away annoyed that he touched you again. “Are you happy?” 

You refuse to answer with words, you only smile which makes Donghyuck relieved, knowing what you are implying without using your words.

“Now that you have your answer,” you state. “I need to know something.”

“What?” he asks.

“About last night…”

Donghyuck is concerned about what you were going to ask, only because he isn’t sure if he is ready to be honest. Honest with himself more than anything. But before you have time to ask your question, Karina walks inside the locker room, eyeing the both of you up.

“Nevermind,” you sigh, exiting the locker room while you have the chance.

Donghyuck watches as you storm off, resisting the urge to chase after you.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

Forbidden Feelings

paring: haechan x fem¡reader

synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre: smau

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1. welcome y/n

2. nature 🌻!

3. the wedding

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Forbidden Feelings

paring haechan x fem¡reader

synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre: smau

PROFILES 1 - y/n & friends

- Y/N is a first-year college student majoring in Environmental Science, driven by a passion for sustainability and protecting the planet. She has a quiet confidence about her, with a natural curiosity for the world and an easygoing personality that draws people in. Y/N has sharp, observant eyes and a warm smile that reflects her kindness, and she’s always quick to lend a hand to friends or engage in deep conversations about environmental issues. Being Mark Lee's younger sister, she’s already familiar with a few people on campus, but she prefers to make her own way rather than ride on his reputation. She shares some of Mark’s laid-back charm but has a softer, more introverted side. What she doesn’t know is that Haechan, one of her brother’s closest friends, has been harboring a crush on her for quite some time. While she’s oblivious to his feelings, there’s a natural chemistry between them that Haechan can’t seem to ignore.

- Karina is one of Y/N's closest and oldest friends, having met her in middle school when they instantly clicked despite their different backgrounds. Born into a well-known and influential family, Karina is a "nepo baby," with parents deeply rooted in the entertainment industry. She grew up in the spotlight, but she carries herself with surprising humility, never letting her family’s fame define her. Majoring in Music, Karina is immensely talented in her own right, with a voice that captivates anyone who listens and a flair for performance that comes naturally to her. Confident, stylish, and always composed, Karina is the type of person who effortlessly stands out in a crowd. She’s fiercely protective of Y/N, having been by her side through thick and thin since their early school days. While some might assume she’s privileged or aloof, Karina is warm and deeply loyal to the people she cares about. Beneath her glamorous exterior, she’s just a regular girl navigating her passions and trying to step out of her family's shadow to forge her own path in the music industry.

- Felix has been Y/N's best friend for as long as she can remember, their bond cemented by the close friendship between their mothers. Practically family, Felix has always been a comforting presence in Y/N’s life, and they share an unbreakable connection that goes back to their earliest memories. Majoring in Fashion, Felix is known for his impeccable sense of style and a creative flair that makes him stand out. He has a natural eye for trends and an effortless way of putting together outfits that reflect his artistic spirit. Felix is breathtakingly beautiful, with features that draw attention wherever he goes. But despite his striking appearance, he’s incredibly down-to-earth and approachable. His easygoing, super sweet personality makes him beloved by everyone, and he has a gift for making people feel comfortable and valued. Felix is the type of person who can light up a room just by walking into it, always ready with a smile and a kind word. He’s Y/N’s biggest cheerleader, offering her unwavering support and understanding whenever she needs it, all while pursuing his dreams in the fashion world with quiet confidence and grace.

- Yeji is one of Y/N’s best friends, a bond that formed in middle school and has only grown stronger over the years. She is strikingly beautiful, with features that are both unique and captivating. Her rare, catlike eyes are what stand out the most, giving her an alluring, almost mysterious quality. Yeji’s beauty is undeniable, and she turns heads wherever she goes, effortlessly attracting attention from men and women alike. However, despite the constant attention, Yeji remains humble and grounded, never letting her looks define her. Majoring in Photography, Yeji is passionate about capturing the world through her lens. She has a natural talent for seeing beauty in the everyday and creating stunning visuals, often turning the camera on her friends, including Y/N. Behind her breathtaking appearance is a creative soul, someone who expresses herself through her art. She’s confident and knows her worth, but she’s also fiercely protective of her friends, always ready to step in and offer advice or defend them when needed. Yeji’s elegance, combined with her artistic vision, makes her a powerful presence in any room, but at her core, she’s just a girl who loves her friends and her craft.

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paring haechan x fem¡reader

synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre: smau

PROFILES 2 - haechan & friends

- Haechan, a lively and charismatic college student, is used to getting along with everyone. Known for his quick wit and playful personality, he’s a social butterfly who never struggles to make friends. However, there’s one person who makes him nervous in a way he’s never felt before—Y/N, the younger sister of his best friend, Mark Lee. As Y/N enters college as an Environmental Science major, Haechan finds himself constantly drawn to her thoughtful nature and quiet confidence. Even though he's been close with Mark for years, Haechan has always seen Y/N as off-limits—both out of respect for his friendship with Mark and his own fear of ruining things. But as he spends more time around her, his crush begins to grow, becoming harder to hide. Caught between his loyalty to Mark and his growing feelings for Y/N, Haechan finds himself navigating a complicated situation. He’s torn between keeping his emotions under wraps or taking a risk that could change his friendship—and possibly his future. As Y/N remains oblivious to his feelings, Haechan has to decide whether to take a chance on love or keep his secret buried.

- Mark Lee is Y/N’s laid-back older brother, known for his calm and easygoing demeanor that instantly puts people at ease. He’s the type of guy who seems to handle everything effortlessly, whether it’s his studies, his friendships, or the constant attention he gets from girls who are always swooning over him. Majoring in Music, Mark is incredibly talented, with a natural gift for songwriting and performing, making him a standout on campus. Despite his popularity, Mark is humble and down-to-earth, never letting the attention get to his head. He’s protective of Y/N, always looking out for her while giving her the space to grow on her own. Mark’s chill, no-drama personality makes him the kind of friend everyone wants, and he has a loyal circle around him, including Haechan, one of his closest friends. With his charming smile and laid-back vibe, Mark effortlessly balances being both the cool guy on campus and the supportive older brother.

- Renjun is one of Haechan’s closest friends, though he’s quite the opposite of his outgoing personality. Renjun is quiet, introspective, and a little shy, preferring to observe rather than take the spotlight. His love for nature and art makes him a thoughtful soul, with a deep appreciation for the beauty in the world around him. Whether he’s sketching in his notebook or taking long walks to clear his mind, Renjun finds solace in the calmness of nature. He’s majoring in a field that aligns with his passions, and he shares an Environmental Science class with Y/N. Though he tends to keep to himself in class, Renjun admires Y/N's dedication to environmental issues and often finds himself quietly supporting her ideas during discussions. While he’s reserved, Renjun has a kind heart, and once people get to know him, they see the depth of his creativity and compassion. His friendship with Haechan is an interesting balance while Haechan is the life of the party, Renjun is the calming presence who keeps things grounded.

- Jeno has been one of Haechan’s best friends since grade school, and the two share a long history filled with inside jokes and a close bond that has only grown stronger over time. Jeno is known for his easygoing and reliable nature, always there for his friends whenever they need him. He has a quiet confidence that makes him approachable, and while he’s not one to seek attention, his warm personality naturally draws people in. Majoring in Photography, Jeno has a keen eye for detail and loves capturing the world through his lens. His passion for photography is personal, especially since his relationship with Jaemin, his boyfriend, has become his favorite subject. Jeno often takes photos of Jaemin, finding beauty and inspiration in the small, everyday moments they share. Their relationship is full of warmth and affection, and Jeno’s photography is his way of capturing the love and happiness they have together. Jeno's loyalty and artistic nature make him a deeply valued friend. His dedication to both his art and his relationship with Jaemin shines through in everything he does.

- Jaemin is one of Haechan’s best friends from grade school, known for his stunning, almost ethereal beauty that has quickly gained him a following, especially on social media. His sharp features and captivating smile make him stand out wherever he goes, but despite his popularity, Jaemin is naturally an introvert. Around strangers, he can be quiet and reserved, but when he’s with his close-knit circle Haechan, Jeno, and the rest of their group his true, playful self comes out. His extroverted side shines when he feels comfortable, and his humor and warmth are infectious in the right company. Majoring in Art, Jaemin is deeply passionate about drawing, and his favorite subject is, unsurprisingly, his boyfriend Jeno. He finds endless inspiration in Jeno, often sketching him in candid moments, capturing not just his appearance but the love and connection they share. Jaemin’s art is an extension of his emotions, and his drawings of Jeno hold a special significance, a private expression of their relationship. While he’s often admired for his looks, those close to him know that his real beauty lies in his kindness, creativity, and the way he pours his heart into everything he loves—including Jeno.

- Chenle, one of Haechan's best friends, has a magnetic charm that draws people in effortlessly. Born into wealth, he's a classic nepo baby, but you wouldn't guess it from his friendly, down-to-earth nature. Basketball is his passion, and his admiration for Stephen Curry shows in his precision and dedication on the court. Majoring in athletics, Chenle balances his studies with his love for the game. But beyond his talents, what stands out the most is his playful spirit. He’s always cracking jokes or goofing around, making every moment with him light and fun. His high-pitched laughs are iconic, filling the room with an infectious joy that has everyone smiling and laughing along. With Chenle, there’s never a dull moment he’s the kind of friend who makes life brighter just by being around.

- Jisung, Haechan’s younger best friend who is y/n’s age, is the quiet, thoughtful type. He’s shy, preferring to stay in the background while keeping a watchful eye on those he cares about. Though he may not always be the loudest in the group, he has a nurturing side that makes him the one who checks in on everyone, ensuring they’re alright. It’s his way of making sure he’s okay too by seeing to others' well-being. Majoring in environmental science alongside Renjun, Jisung has a deep connection with nature and a passion for preserving it. His calm, introspective nature blends well with his studies, and his quiet strength makes him someone everyone can rely on.

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paring: haechan x fem¡reader

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genre: smau

1. WELCOME Y/N

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genre: smau

2. NATURE 🌻!

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synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre: smau

3. THE WEDDING

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Sweet Release | Lee Haechan.

summary: haechan tries to keep his composure on Instagram live in your shared hotel room, as you give him the head he deserves after an undeniably, and physically demanding concert performance.

Genre: smut (mdni) 18+ warnings! ⟶ nsfw, handjob, cum eating, sulky haechan, oral, sexually descriptive, reader cries while swallowing. Word Count: 0.7k

Thinking about Haechan being dumbfounded as you delicately pump his cock behind the phone he holds with his sweaty palm. Fingers decorated in his favorite silver rings you wished were around your neck instead.

His pretty head leans on the cushioned headboard, eyes dazed behind his clear glasses from him being deliciously coated in your warm slick for the past three minutes or so. Moistened pink lips leave wet kisses on the underside of his thick length causing him to twitch and spill beads of his seed onto your fist—your own nectar arousing at your sacred core as your eyes well up with tears—his lips parting unconsciously, all while his delusional fangirls thirst over him in the speedily chat wishing they were in your position.

Teasing him and clinging to him in secret behind the camera is something you always did. Whether it be with the rest of dream, 127, or solo, you’re always there waiting patiently for it to end, or impatiently like tonight when he’s alone, tempting him to want to eat you alive and so publicly riled up that he can’t beg for more even if he wanted to.

Haechan reads a comment with his half lidded eyes of someone who notices the love bites on the sides of his neck and his mind is completely too blank to care, but before he decides he can’t handle your sensual touch anymore he reaches down to stop your hand from trying to stroke him any further and angles his camera just above his pressed lips.

He always came fast, that’s what you love about him, how pouty he usually gets when he knows you can ruin him in typically under ten minutes, but you know he loves it. Sometimes on days where he’s being too much of a brat as usual, you experiment with edging just to tease and make him last a little longer. The truth is there’s just something so satisfying about seeing how confident he is on stage in front of thousands of people and the differentiating submissive personality he has in the bedroom, or anywhere with you in that matter.

You smirk as he tells his fans he’ll be ending the live early tonight in that baby voice of his, knowing damn well that when he speaks to you, an authentic rich and low tone escapes him, one he’s slipped out carelessly in a few recent videos with his friends.

Bringing your hand back down to caress his beautifully tanned exposed thighs where you’ve left hickeys that are still trying to heal from the previous nights, he whines, playing it off as he always does, pulling at his cardigan button for no apparent reason.

You know he’s close, so you plant soft quiet, moist kisses on his bruises as he thrusts himself into your slowly twisting fists. He looks so perfect being so achy as you tilt your head up slightly to look at him through your wet fluttering lashes.

You twirl your tongue around his throbbing leaking tip before slipping him into your mouth once more, sinking all the way down and lazily drooling around his pulsating cock. Your nose meets his faint happy trail as his thighs and stomach tense at his climax. Fuck.

Haechan involuntarily jerks his hips upwards repeatedly and rolls his glazed eyes, biting his bottom lip until it turns pale from the pressure. He releases his sweet warm seed down your throat as you continuously swallow and suck him off, tears running down your flushed face, all while coincidentally pointing his camera to the wall that reveals the outline of your shadows in full display.

He knows he’ll be scolded in the morning for this, but he couldn’t care less. He’ll just do it again ‘cause this definitely isn’t the first and won’t be the last time.

Maybe he’ll even be a double menace after tomorrow nights concert by playing an unreleased original as he reciprocates the favor to you immediately after being lectured by his frustrated management.

Besides, from the perspective of the thousands of viewers who will always run back, they’ll be eager for more.

And suddenly an unexpected video call with their idol is over and the live cuts off with no further explanation, except that of a deep and heavenly moan resonating from your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck.

Author’s Note: Hi! Thank you SO much for reading! So, of course inspiration struck me out of nowhere again when I was planning on going to sleep, but it hit before midnight and I trusted the process ‘cause you know when I actually WANT to write I can’t, but I’m MORE than happy to have received that random spark last night. 😭😵‍💫🤍 P.S It’s my first time writing and publishing smut (happy tears).

I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is deeply appreciated, with love @hisunflower ❀

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early for you, late for others | lee haechan.

Genre: Fluff. | Word Count: 0.5k. | No warnings.

Author’s Note: I suddenly started writing the most random thing and here we are— my brain’s telling me something!!! No time is wasted? Time is precious with the ones you love? Anyway, enjoy!! I love soft Haechan <3

Thinking about Haechan whispering to you that you have to get up for work, but he doesn’t yell or give off the slightest vibe of annoyance from your alarm blaring.

He knows how tired you’ve been from working all week. It’s completely understandable, you’re not the only one.

“Baby…” he says lowly. Your boyfriend is back from the bathroom where he had freshened up for the morning.

You heard everything, but it was comforting knowing he’s there. The toilet flushing, the shower running, the occasional dropping of a product on the floor by accident, his electrical toothbrush and the sound of his house shoes sweeping across the floorboards when he came back to bed.

The mattress sinks in beside you as he sits. He reaches for your phone and turns off the alarm. You only have one set ‘cause you know you can trust that he’ll wake you if you’re ever close to oversleeping.

He smells like coconut. That’s your shampoo.

The two of you usually slept in on weekends, but you’ve both been working overtime due to your work schedules.

“Hyuck, how do you do it?” You groan, peaking at him through half lidded eyes. You slept late, staying up watching your favorite show. It was worth it, yet now you’re as tired as you were when you arrived home from work yesterday.

He’s wide awake. Still in his pajamas after his shower, but wide awake. He doesn’t have to be at work as early as you.

He leans down, lifting his legs onto the bed and scooting his body next to yours, until he’s resting on your pillow with one arm. “What was that baby?”

You turn your head to him. Hair a mess. “How do you get up everyday, get ready and just not procrastinate?”

“Me? Not procrastinate? I think everyone procrastinates—it’s just a matter of how they do it. I’m late to work all of the time, but it’s just ‘cause I’m handling more important things here. He’s smiling. (Fyi: He usually just hangs around as you get ready for work. Sometimes even making you lunches or rambling about the most random things. It’s always a surprise with him, but you love it and miss it when you don’t have it). It just looks like procrastination...especially by the time I get to my job.”

He places his free arm over your waist and gently feels along your soft skin as he speaks. “I get up everyday because you give me the strength to. Everyday isn’t perfect, it can be hard, but I get ready first so I can come back to see my beautiful girlfriend in her most authentic form.”

Haechan looks at you and doesn’t hesitant to physically adore you. His hand comes up to move your frizzy hair out of your face, which is extra volumized this morning, making him laugh. He softly squishes your puffy blushed cheeks together, pressing a kiss to your lips over and over again until you’re giggling into his smooches.

“I love you Hyuck.” You’re fully conscious.

“I love you more y/n.” He’s fully in love.

You reach to kiss him again, “I love you most.”

“Impossible...” He returns, caressing your cheek with his thumb and tracing the curved smile of your bottom lip.

-

You have no clue just how quickly he sprints through those doors from work to come home to you, the person on the other side of the door to his heart.

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2am | lee haechan.

Genre: Fluff , Imagine | Word Count: 0.6k

Authors Note: His bubble inspired me, so I wrote the first thing that came to mind. It’s pretty random, but thoughts are thoughts. Lol :D

Contains: Reader and Haechan have a playful relationship.

You and Haechan can’t sleep, so he asks you to record him dancing outside in the hotel parking lot at 2am.

“Haechan, do you have the key card?”

“Yes.” he whispers, carefully pulling the handle of the heavy door to your shared hotel room closed. He pauses, “shit,” his hands feeling all over his hoodie and short pockets, “no...”

As the door slowly shuts, it slams anyway, startling you especially. Now your heart is racing. If you don’t have the keycard and he doesn’t have the keycard, then you’ll have to wake someone up and that’s exactly what you don’t want to do.

“Haechan! I don’t have min-” You nearly smack him until he grabs your wrist, dragging you along with him as you hear the turning of a doorknob a few doors down from your room.

The both of you run down the hall to the elevator, trying not to get caught, but the thought just makes you both laugh until you’re breathless along the way. Your slippers nearly fly off at the speed you’re sprinting with down the glossy tiled floor.

By the time you step inside of the small space, Haechan repeatedly presses the lobby button and the close doors symbol as quickly as possible. He almost peaks his head out to see if anyone came out of their room, but you pull on his hoodie as the elevator doors close.

The both of you are out of breath and as you lean against the cold mirrored wall, he pulls the key card from his shorts pocket and laughs at you when you smack his arm at the realization.

“You’re such a liar.”

He pulls you by the waist as you pretend to resist, looking away, trying to hide your smile. His hand reaches for your chin, turning you to face him and his eyes trail down.

“Your lips are so pretty.”

Your eyes watch him get closer to you and flutter shut as his lips press against yours. Now he’s smiling into your kiss, when he feels you melting into him already.

The elevator door opens and the two of you walk out hand in hand. The hotel lobby is almost completely empty, the workers who usually sit at the front desk must be on a restroom break. There’s only a random man sleeping on the couch with his luggage beside him.

You and Haechan head towards the side exit where there’s extra parking.

Once you step outside, it’s a bit chilly, but it’s the best it’s felt since the weather has been so hot lately.

“Haechan what are we doing out here?”

“I don’t know,” he goes into his pocket and hands you his phone, “record me.”

“Record you doing what?”

“Baby why are you whispering?”

“I didn’t notice…”

“Cute.” He teases.

“Stop,” you blush.

“I can make a bubble right quick. Open walk on spotify.”

You go to Spotify and open the camera.

“Okay, dogs or no dogs?”

“What do you mean?” He looks behind and around him.

“Dogs or no dogs?!” You angle the camera towards his feet and zoom in while recording.

He playfully pushes you as he laughs and tries to take his phone from you, but you start running and now he’s cursing and chasing you around the empty parking lot.

Once he catches you you’re out of breath again and dying of laughter in his arms as he captures you. He ends the video with the two of you laughing together and goes to sit down on the curb by a tree.

“You’re so fucking goofy y/n,” he says as he plays the video watching it and laughing.

You rest your head on his shoulder. “Let me know when you’re ready to dance, foreal.”

After a few more minutes of laughing together, he hands you his phone and gives you a quick peak on the lips.

You begin recording and he aces the dance on the first try. Watching the video together, Haechan mimics his own dance moves as you hype him up. Then he posts it on bubble and the two of you return to sit on the curb reading all of the messages from his fans on bubble.

gorgeous ii | lmh ( ft. ldh )

part i

ever since your shower tryst with mark, donghyuck has been feeling left out, and he’s been hinting at it. not so subtly. pretty damn explicitly, actually. after multiple failed attempts at reassuring him you’re all still a well-oiled machine of a team, you’re left with only one solution.

interestingly, it’s not an option anyone seems to be too averse to.

pairing: mark x reader x donghyuck rating: R genre: humor, smut warnings: once again sorta pwp, basically hints at a mild level of polyamory kind of idk man, a threesome?? is a threesome a warning idk, mild mommy!kink for reader, slightly more pronounced daddy!kink for mark, mild baby!kink for donghyuck, some kinda praise kink for pretty much everyone, anal/double penetration, super brief impregnation!kink that i wish i had done more of but felt like it would be overkill, cum…play sjdfgj,,, light choking nothing major, more dirty talk, just. Nastie stuff i guess. please be sure that you are 18+ to read! word count: 16.6k

author’s notes : i’m simply deeply impatient and needed to post this i apologize :^)

You really should have picked up all the signs a little sooner.  

Donghyuck has never been good at acting, so he’s never been intensely successful at hiding his feelings; in fact, he’d once gotten a warning letter for looking so bored in class the teacher couldn’t overlook it any longer. In hindsight, it should have been obvious, given the way he’d been acting.  

Then again, it was fairly easy to pass off his recent behavior as regular Donghyuck, only intensified. He had always liked hanging out with Mark, which meant he mostly enjoyed hanging around you, too. He’d once crashed in your room when Mark had been out for a weekend visit to Jeonju to see some distant relatives and Donghyuck had left his room key card in the electricity slot, much to the ire of your own roommate. He’d asked the both of you to come with him to the MMCA in Gangnam because he wanted someone to take proof photos of him (your job) and read the captions on the artworks before explaining them to him so he could write his reflection paper for his Art Studies class (Mark’s much more unfortunate job). And, of course, he’d bullied you and Mark into confessing your feelings for each other to each other, although you’ve grown to suspect, almost to the point of confirmation, that he had done it not so much in the spirit of support for young love but more in response to his own intense desire to cut down on the immense awkwardness in the atmosphere whenever the three of you hung out.  

His expectation had clearly been that you two would kiss and make up before you took him out of campus for a dinner that he would wheedle you and Mark into splitting only two ways. Technically, that had all worked out in his favor, apart from the fact that in between the kissing and the making up, you had shared a steamy shower with Mark in the boys’ locker room that had ultimately ended with you scaring away the school janitor and had kept Donghyuck waiting outside in the rain (sort of) for the better part of an hour.  

He’d played it cool at first, so it seemed; he’d asked for details, which you refused to divulge in excess, and he’d promised to pester Mark about it later on when it was just the two of them, only he received the same — if not a firmer — kind of rejection from the latter. He’d even taken fairly kindly to the suggestion that he stay in Renjun’s room for a couple of nights in the week that followed so that you could, in his words, desecrate the living space with your love, which clearly implied that he’d expected the two of you to just be going at it in the middle of the common area.  

Over time, though, he’s grown fairly more wary of the implications of the relationship. It seemed to have started when he’d come home from class to find you both in the kitchen, where you had apparently been “making out next to the honey butter chips” he’d been so “excited to eat, and now it’s just ruined,” and he’d refused to listen to the argument that it couldn’t possibly be a health hazard considering the bag was still sealed. Or, it might have started a little before that, when he had to desperately run to Renjun’s bathroom to pee because you had engaged Mark in a steamier and much more enthusiastic reenactment of your shower room scene and had locked the door (something that, at the time, was for Donghyuck’s benefit). The conversation that had followed when you’d come out to an out-of breath and clearly upset Donghyuck had been sheepish and fairly uncomfortable for all parties involved, and you’d taken great care to gloss over the fact that he’d heard you repeatedly and not at all abashedly egging Mark on with a few choice nicknames and phrases.

Possibly the biggest issue, though, was the one time you and Mark had gone out for a date. There aren’t a ton of options around the campus area that have good food at a college-student-acceptable price, so there are only two options: this one supposedly Italian restaurant owned by a man who constantly ends a rundown of the specials with the statement that you can leave without paying if you don’t like the food — which you’ve long since considered but Mark says it’s unethical (something you think is kind of characteristic but still wholly unfair for him to say) — and the place you often go to with the boys that serves breakfast for dinner. You’d been trying to wheedle Mark into finally getting free pasta with you by breaking his moral code, and he’d finally agreed (possibly because you’d literally backed him into a corner after football practice and begged, among other things, on your knees), but the place had been full up, and neither of you were willing to stick around for half an hour in line. The alternative you’d gone to had been fine; for the first time in your life, you’d gotten to order something other than pancakes and sausages with egg, and you’d found out that the place did actually make good food that wasn’t meant to be consumed at eight in the morning.  

For the most part, it had been a great experience; the perks of being friends with Mark beforehand was that you had just skipped the awkward small talk phase altogether. In fact, it had been basically like a normal evening hang-out from before, except for the fact that Mark seemed less reserved than he had been when you were just friends. Also, you had never hung out with him as a friend with the knowledge that you had essentially strong-armed him into committing moral suicide at a snobby pasta joint by blowing him like half an hour prior. Even if you never actually got to eat said pasta. So there was all that.  

It had been going well until Mark had asked you to pour him a glass of water. In the middle of filling up his glass, you’d heard a tap at the window to your left accompanied by a shadow that loomed over your table. You’d snapped your head to the side to see Lee fucking Donghyuck, pouting at the both of you and pointing accusingly at the half-eaten spaghetti and meatballs on the table. His breath had been fogging up the glass to the point that his entire face was blurry, and you couldn’t really understand anything he was saying, but it had sounded a little like pancakes and without me. You had gaped so much at him that you’d completely forgotten Mark’s glass was already full, and the water had spilled out all over the table and onto his lap. By the time the fog had cleared up, you were more concerned with the problem of your boyfriend looking like he’d just wet himself, and Donghyuck had skulked off into the darkness.  

Since then, Donghyuck’s moods have ranged from teasing, to hesitant, to downright disgruntled. He’d constantly announce himself before coming into a room where the both of you were, which was kind of annoying when you were together in the library. Renjun had even once come to you during a lunch break, pleading that you and Mark take him back because he was tired of stepping on Donghyuck’s face every time he had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. You’d argued that there was a wall and a door separating Mark’s and Donghyuck’s bedrooms from each other, but he’d just fired back with the suggestion that you could chip in for some quality noise-canceling headphones. The worst was when Mark had told you — half-laughing, half-incredulous — that Donghyuck had canceled their shared Netflix subscription because he was worried all the rom-coms the two of you watch together while boning would appear on his suggested list. Mark had been more insulted by the thought of being associated with rom-coms more than anything else in that conversation.

You decided to more actively include Donghyuck into your activities at that time, and you and Mark made a pact to never act like a couple in front of him. It seemed clear that was what Donghyuck had wanted. Still, when you’d asked him out to study, it had felt kind of weird considering that you were a level higher than him and could only confer with each other, leaving Donghyuck to look sourly at you across the table like you were seducing each other instead of asking questions about the worksheet. There had even been an instance where you’d gone out for a morning jog together, but Donghyuck’s legs were much longer than the both of yours, and he ended up creating some distance between himself and the two of you, which had just led him to whine at the both of you to hurry up since you were probably lagging behind on purpose so you could find a way to slip away under the bleachers and bang one out before he’d made it around the track.

The pinnacle of tension arrives on a Thursday night, when you urged the both of them to keep Donghyuck’s favorite tradition and have breakfast for dinner. It seemed like a good idea, bringing back that one activity that represented your friendship, and even Donghyuck didn’t resist the suggestion. The problems only start when the three of you were seated in the exact same booth you’d been on during that date, a fact that Donghyuck seems to remember vividly as he stares at the table for a good, long, and wholly excruciating second before sliding in with an unreadably calm expression. You make desperate eye contact with Mark, who had been moving to sit next to you already, and he does this weird jerky reaction before he backtracks and moves to sit next to Donghyuck instead.  

A silence falls over the three of you after your orders are placed, and Mark is playing with his glass, turning it around and around idly. Donghyuck, on the other hand, is staring directly at you, still kind of blank, his hands folded on the tabletop. You open your mouth, and his eyebrows go up, but you realize you have nothing to say and shut it again.  

“So,” Donghyuck starts after a while. “Was the pasta here any good?”  

“It was okay,” you reply after glancing at Mark, who seems unperturbed by everything else, a talent you wish you could possess. “A little rich, but mostly okay.”

“Have you guys gone to that pasta place across the student center?”

“No, but we wanted to.”

“On another date, you mean.”  

You don’t miss the sadness in his voice; even Mark looks up at him, then at you, but offers nothing to say, for some absurd reason.  

“Well… that’s still up in the air,” you wave the topic away, but Donghyuck presses on, possibly convinced that this is all part of the required conversation friends that hang out should have.  

“You guys know that you can get free pasta there if you lie to the owner and say it wasn’t good, right?”  

“Yeah, I… we heard,” you admit.  

“We were actually thinking of going there,” Mark finally chimes in, although the timing is terrible and Donghyuck’s face darkens considerably. “But it was full up.”

“So you guys ended up here,” Donghyuck says, finally piecing together the bigger picture. “At our regular restaurant. That’s… cool.”  

You frown at Mark, who doesn’t even look remotely remorseful; he just shrugs, a small jerk of the shoulders that Donghyuck misses.  

That had been the longest silence you’d shared since… ever; you can’t even remember the last time that you’d hung out with Donghyuck and it had been this quiet. Mark was one thing, but Donghyuck, for the most part, liked to talk, and so did you. You distinctly remember the restaurant constantly filled with chatter, mostly from your table. What had you even talked about back then that had lasted for hours? You distinctly remember an argument about Iron Man’s fate in the last Avengers movie that had gone on until the waitress had told you to leave because she had to close down and go home to her kids. Now, you can’t even ask Donghyuck what he thinks about the weather.

The food that comes to your table is appropriate for the mood; it’s stale and a little bland, since nobody seems to like eating breakfast for dinner anymore, which just means reheated pancakes and microwaved hotdogs. Even with that topic up in the air, no one really says anything; at one point, you’re so bored that you check your phone to see that Mark has butt texted you a couple of times.  

Donghyuck’s first tiny outburst happens midway through the meal. You desperately want to add some kind of flavor to your food, but you don’t know if you’re up to breaking the silence. The result is you coughing loudly — twice, because Mark doesn’t pay attention the first time — and eyeing the little pitcher of maple syrup by his elbow. He doesn’t grasp it fully and reaches out for the napkin stand instead, which just leads to you staring more intensely at the syrup, furrowing your eyebrows at it like it’s supposed to help. All he does is throw you a much more intense look of confusion.  

Donghyuck, who appears to have been watching this depressing miscommunication between the two of you since the beginning, suddenly speaks up.  

“Do you want me to leave, or something? You can just say so.”  

“What?” You snap your gaze to him, shocked to the point that you can’t even acknowledge Mark’s intelligence belatedly returning to him as he passes you the maple syrup. “Of course not. Why would you think we want that?”

“I don’t know. This,” he points his fork at the two of you. A drop of maple syrup falls off of it and onto the table. “This weird eyefucking thing you two are doing.”

“We’re not eyefucking. I was asking for the maple syrup,” you clarify.

“Oh. Okay.” He doesn’t seem entirely convinced. “Couldn’t you have just asked?”

You have no response to this, and Mark throws you a patronizing yeah, you could have look that you pointedly ignore because you can only feel like it had been his fault for not understanding your blinks and squints anyway.  

The second scene happens when you’re finished and waiting for the bill. At this point, the silence, which had only been interrupted by brief and insignificant comments from either you and Donghyuck, had become so unbearably stuffy that you feel close to tears. In your exasperation, you try to catch Mark’s attention, hoping to get him to pull his weight by saying something. Unfortunately, he’s busy going through his wallet and rearranging the notes from the 50,000’s down to the 1,000’s, and he doesn’t see anything. You move to an alternative plan, which is to kick his foot until he notices, but when your foot collides with something hard, it’s not him that reacts first.  

“Ow!” Donghyuck yells, and you start, sitting up straighter and reaching out to him on impulse. “What the fuck was that for?”  

“Sorry!” You half-stand, unsure of what to do; Donghyuck is looking up at you like a wounded dog, which is as much as you deserve. “Sorry, sorry! I wasn’t — I didn’t mean — I was going for Mark!”  

“Why?” he demands, brow furrowing for a moment before they shoot up, and his expression morphs into one of disgust. “That’s nasty, noona!”

“What? No, I wasn’t — !” You throw your hands up, embarrassed and irritated all at once. “I was just trying to get his attention!”

“How?”

“I don’t know! He wasn’t looking, and it just felt weird, and I wanted him to say something!”  

“Really? All of this kama sutra shit while I’m around? You guys are just shoving it into my face at this point.”  

“Technically,” Mark says, now very unhelpfully and — more to the fact — uselessly. “We try to keep you out of the loop as much as possible.”

Donghyuck looks incensed, so this is clearly not the response he’d wanted. “How come I’m just supposed to sit here and watch you two make out without me and take it all in quietly? You could at least try to make me less of a third wheel when we’re together.”  

“Donghyuck, we’re not trying to make you a third wheel,” you reason. “I know it feels that way, but nothing’s changed.”

“Technically—” Mark starts again, and you kick him, this time with more precision, into silence. He falls quiet without argument.  

“It feels that way because it is that way. You guys are just living your best lives in love without me.” Donghyuck stands up, and you watch him do so with confusion and a ton of regret on your face. “Can we go back now? I have a presentation tomorrow and I want to make sure my PowerPoint doesn’t have any typos.”  

You watch in helpless disappointment as Mark obediently slips out of the booth so Donghyuck can walk out as well; after a moment of dumbly staring at them fixing their coat collars, you step out and join them. The restaurant’s lights shut off when you exit, and the three of you walk quietly back home. You feel Mark’s hand bump into yours a couple of times by accident, but on the third time, his fingers lace into yours, and he gives them a tight, reassuring squeeze.  

Donghyuck disappears into his room after announcing that he’s bought some new ear plugs from the pharmacy and had been planning on testing them out anyway, but the statement that you guys can do whatever you like seems half-hearted. To be safe, you and Mark take quick, separate showers before crawling into his bed. You keep the lights on because you’re fairly certain he’s going to fall asleep if he’s in the dark for more than ten minutes, and you want to make sure he stays up so that you can get some fairly substantial feedback when you unload the thoughts plaguing you since the restaurant experience.  

Still, you’re silent for the first few moments, trying to collect yourself into articulating your feelings. Mark is on his side, an elbow propping his head up, and his palm is laying on your stomach, rubbing it in small, gentle circles. The moments tick by, and neither of you speak until he bends down to press a kiss to your shoulder.  

“You gonna break up with me or something?” He chuckles softly after letting you have your long bout of silence. “I’m willing to beg if necessary.”  

“Isn’t it just weird?” You finally begin, ignoring his stupidly absurd question completely. He doesn’t even flinch at the volume difference between your voice and his. “I thought he was okay with it.”

“Me too. He even told me he was going to tell you he heard me jerking off in the shower after we studied for the Traditional History midterm if I didn’t confess to you.”  

“Yeah, and he — did you really do that?”  

“Obviously.” He doesn’t even turn red, or anything; Mark, since that day, has defied your personal expectations and grown immensely immune to feeling embarrassment when talking about the erotic. “That was too specific for me to make up.”

“What a coincidence,” you laugh. “I masturbated after that review session too.”  

“Really?”

“Your hair looked nice, plus you smelled super good.”

“I should go back to my old shampoo, if that’s what gets you running.”  

“I don’t really think it’s the shampoo,” you turn over as well, mimicking his position. His hand stays on you, now resting on the dip of your waist. “But about Donghyuck — is it mean that I feel like he’s overreacting?”  

“Not really, but only because it seems that way to me too. Like, now I have to pay for my own Netflix because he’s acting weird, which is just such a waste of money.” You think it’s a little bit funny that Mark’s still tied up on the Netflix issue, but you suppose that you’d be a little miffed if you had to redo your entire watchlist from scratch again too, so you opt not to say anything. “It’s really hard to overlook the fact that he thinks we’re doing everything in our power to stop being friends with him.”

“I know!” You say, louder than you should, and Mark’s finger flies to his lips as you both fall silent, listening for Donghyuck. You hear nothing, so you assume he hadn’t either. Still, you lower your voice to a much more acceptable decibel thereafter. “I know. It was like that time he spent playing annoying matchmaker had just flown out of the window.”  

“But we can’t blame him either,” Mark sighs softly, fingers drumming against your side. “Being a third wheel sucks. We all know that. We’ve all been there.”

“We’re not trying to actually exclude him when we’re together, though.”

“But we do.” He shrugs. “I mean, even without doing anything, we do. It’s already inherently different for him because he knows he’s not actually part of the equation.”  

“We can’t make him any more a part of this equation than we already have,” you frown.  

“I know that. Look — maybe he just needs a little bit of time to adjust. I’m sure he’s just reacting badly to change more than he is to our actual relationship.”  

“I guess,” you sigh again, heavily and more dramatically this time. “I just wish we could do something so he wouldn’t react badly at all.”

“We’ve tried. Maybe now just isn’t the right time.”  

The both of you fall into a thoughtful silence; you can see Mark’s eyelids getting heavy, and even you’re stifling a few yawns here and there. It seems the conversation’s mostly died out unresolved, but you’re not sure it’s actually ended; neither is Mark, who’s still watching you like he’s waiting for you to say something else. When you don’t, he leans in, pressing a small, sweet kiss to your forehead.  

The quiet is broken by Mark’s bedroom door flinging open. In the doorway stands Donghyuck, one earplug in his hand, the other wedged tightly into his ear. His bottom lip is jutting out already, which is a signal that he’s already prepared a full complaint report to file beforehand.  

“You guys could at least try to keep the sex down. There’s only two of you. There’s no way you’re having that much fun to make this much noise.”  

“We’re not even naked,” you respond in disbelief, twisting your torso to look at him. “We’re just talking.”  

“Oh.”  

Donghyuck rolls the earplug between his fingers, visibly embarrassed. You guess those things have been working well considering he hadn’t even heard you talking about anything before he’d burst in and make a small mental note to congratulate him on his great new investment. You watch him, waiting for him to say something — anything — about what’s bothering him and why he’s so intent on calling you out for the smallest things. Instead, he just gropes for the light switch on the wall next to him, pushing the button and plunging the three of you into darkness. He trudges away, closing the door behind himself while muttering something about energy conservation.  

You feel Mark shift; he takes the darkness as a signal that it’s time to sleep, so he lays down carefully on his side, his hand reaching out to rub at your back. Dismayed, you right your position, facing away from him and lying down as well. A moment later, you feel the warmth of his body against your back, and his breath blows lightly against your cheek.  

He dozes off five minutes in, and you know because his breathing becomes extremely deep and even. Even when you toy a little with his fingers, he doesn’t budge, and you lie there for what feels like hours trying to decode this weird situation. First the uncharacteristic silence and moodiness, followed by the weird experience in the restaurant. And now this, with him constantly expecting you to be ravaging each other, like his mind is just totally tunnel focusing on how everything you do is a byproduct of your being perpetually horny. It’s almost like he’s too weirdly interested in it, like he’s…  

You reach backwards, smacking Mark in the shoulder. He grunts in response but still doesn’t move, so you do it again, calling out to him. His grip tightens on your waist as he mumbles a sleepy what now?

“Do you remember what Donghyuck said in the restaurant?”  

“He hardly said anything.”  

“I know. But he said something weird about us.”

“What — that he thought we were eyefucking, or that he thought you were giving me a footjob?” Mark pauses for a moment. “By the way, out of pure curiosity, if we ever make a list of things we’re into, is that something you’d put or, like — because knowing you, I feel like it wouldn’t hurt to ask once —”

“No. No, he said something kind of wack, like,” you scrunch up your nose. “How come he has to sit there and watch us make out without him?”

“Yeah?” You can tell Mark is already drifting off again, so you turn around in an attempt to force him into the same epiphany you’ve experienced. Only one of his eyes is open and the other one is giving up pretty quickly too. “So?”  

“He was annoyed that we were making out,” you repeat. “Without him.”  

Carefully, almost comically, Mark’s other eye starts to open, and his eyebrows are also rising. He lifts his head off the pillow, gaping at you in sleepy shock.

“It can’t be.”

“You said we were leaving him out of the sex, and he looked really ticked off.”

“Yeah, because who wants to talk about sex over shit quality pancakes?”  

“There’s only two of you,” you mimic Donghyuck’s sleepy, irritated voice. “There’s no way you’re having that much fun to make this much noise.”  

Mark looks stumped. He’s actually reminiscent of a goldfish, his mouth opening and closing as he struggles to find the words. The only thing he can think of is a repeat of “It can’t be.”  

“Mark,” you say slowly. “What if we’ve been including Donghyuck in all the wrong things?”  

Surprisingly, it isn’t hard to convince Mark to play along. Maybe it’s because he’s not doing a lot of the proverbial heavy-lifting, or maybe he just knows there’s not much point in attempting to talk you out of anything once you’re convinced that you’re going to do it. Either way, he falls asleep in the middle of dazedly agreeing to what you’re planning, and when you wake up, he’s stuck a note to your forehead saying he’ll see you during practice and reminding you to eat your breakfast. Even Donghyuck is gone for his first class of the day.  

There’s a slightly new development when you go to practice after your classes, where the team captain, Sooyoung, instructs you all to go back to the locker room because the shipment of the new uniforms has finally arrived. You feel a slight twinge of resentment towards her, partly because the team had been waiting around under the heat of the afternoon sun for a good fifteen minutes before she’d arrived but also mostly because going back to the locker rooms means you can’t watch Mark do laps with the rest of the football team, a personal tradition you’ve always loved.  

Still, you don’t have much of a choice, and you allow yourself to be trooped back into the locker room with the rest of your team to squeeze yourself into the uniforms. The fact that you’d already gotten a little sticky from being outside makes it almost impossible to get yourself dressed in top speed, and it didn’t help that Sooyoung came to tell you all to hurry up so that you could try the new routine in the new devil’s suit. You don’t necessarily miss the old uniform, but this one, despite being more elastic, also has thick stripes of glitter around the collar and hem as well as in regular intervals on the skirt pleats, so you have to stay far from each other when walking to avoid melting together into one, gross glitter bomb.  

It pays off when you get back out, though, because the change is welcomed by the people on the field — mostly the players themselves — and it shows in small things, like how Jaehyun gets a face full of ball because he’s too busy checking his girlfriend out to pay attention to Jeno, who lobs the ball towards him with all his might, or like how Mark just stands by the ice box full of half-melted bottles of water with a blank, almost dazed expression until the coach calls him out by name.  

Football practice ends half an hour before cheerleading practice does today, considering you’d wasted time wrestling with your uniforms, but Mark patiently waits on the bleachers after his shower while you finish up. You actually think that his presence helps cut Sooyoung’s twenty-minute after-practice talk down to ten minutes because she keeps looking at him, like she’s worried he’s going to tell her to shut up, even though all he’s doing is staring ahead politely. When she dismisses everyone, you walk over to him, and he hands you a water bottle. You don’t miss the once-over he gives you before he decides to fix his gaze on your face.  

“Is this the new uniform?” He asks, as if he doesn’t know.  

“Yeah. Is it nice?”

“For sure,” he agrees. “It’s good you guys busted that out today instead of during a game. It looks like we have to learn how to get used to it. Me, especially.”  

“And Jaehyun.”

“And Jaehyun,” he laughs. “He’s still guilting Jeno into apologizing, even though we all know he wasn’t paying attention.”  

“I’m going to take a shower, then we can go back together. Did you do what I asked?”  

“Yeah. Oh — if you haven’t yet,” his fingers toy idly with a pleat on your skirt. “You should consider doing it in this.”  

“The fact that you’re actually actively participating in this is seriously attractive.” You run your fingers through his hair; the water keeps it stuck in the messy way you push it into. “I like your hair like this.”  

He chuckles, rejecting your hand and combing his hair forward into the neatness he’s so used to. You laugh when he smacks your hand away lightly as you try to muss it up again. “Go shower. I’ll wait out here.”  

You take a quick shower, only slightly derailed by the fact that you have to dash out to grab your towel, which you’ve left on the bench near your locker. When you come out, Mark is waiting by the door instead of on the bleachers, playing games on his phone. On the way back to his room, he tells you about how he had to leave that area because he thought that he’d heard Jaehyun moaning from somewhere under the bleachers, a sound he was not emotionally prepared to hear, and the thought that he’d been eavesdropping on something highly private and easily escalatable had driven him from his seat.  

When you get back to the room, though, you’re surprised that Donghyuck isn’t back yet, considering his classes had ended hours earlier. Mark theorizes that you’d scared him away, but you note that the food in the refrigerator is exactly as you’d seen it this morning when you’d grabbed breakfast, which heightens the likelihood that Donghyuck hasn’t come home at all. He doesn’t, actually, for another hour, during which you and Mark watch Blue Earth on Netflix simply because he doesn’t want the 10,000 won he pays every month to go down the drain. You’re halfway through the deep sea creatures episode when the door lock clicks and Donghyuck comes in, just as Mark is headed to his bedroom to take a call from his mom, who you distinctly hear asking about how well he’s treating you.  

“Nice suit,” you comment, noticing that Donghyuck dressed up for his presentation; you know he only has, like, one actually nice suit that he saves for events that require him to look decent and formal, considering the fact that he usually goes to class in ripped jeans and worn cotton t-shirts. “How’d your presentation go?”

You don’t actually expect a proper response, and you don’t get one; he just glares at you as he toes off his shoes and drops his backpack on the floor by the door. It’s a half-minute staring contest, with your innocent, questioning expression and his more venomous one, which ends when he stops in front of you, towering over your head and effectively blocking the television.  

“Where’s Mark hyung?”

“Talking to his mom about what a great girlfriend I am,” you reply. “Why?”  

“I have a bone to pick with both of you.”

“So pick away,” you reply, leaning back on the couch. “We don’t have to wait for him. I’ll get him up to speed when he comes back.”

“Fine,” he fishes around for his phone, extracting it from his pocket before opening it, angrily tapping on the screen and scrolling. You can hear his nails hit the glass with the force of his taps. “Fine. Care to explain this?”  

He shows you his phone, and you squint to read what he’s presented. It’s your Facebook chat with him, and on the top is the first thing you’d sent him this morning: a good luck on your presentation! message, with some very caring heart eyes and star emojis. Granted, you’d also accidentally pressed the middle finger emoji, but you’d quickly retracted that.  

“It’s a message that represents my utmost support for all of your academic endeavors,” you raise your eyebrows at him. “That you’ve cruelly seen zoned, so thank you for that.”  

“Not that — these,” he scrolls the chat further downwards for you.  

There’s a set of pictures under your earlier message, dated after practice today, none of which expose your face. The first one is focused on your chest, and you’re carefully tightening your arms closer together to push your boobs together, a selfie that had been fairly difficult to take and that you’d actually taken great pride in when you’d done it. The one under it is from a similar angle, except you’ve taken advantage of the amazing elasticity of the top of your cheerleading uniform to pull down the collar, the cup of your bra going down with it. Your thumb and forefinger are lightly pinching your nipple, and you hadn’t noticed earlier when you’d taken the picture, but there’s a smattering of residual glitter from the uniform that makes your skin look kind of awesome and mystical.  

The latter two had required a fair amount of logistic forethought as well as patience, since you had to wait for everyone else to leave before you could do it. You’re fairly pleased that they’d turned out pretty nicely; the third picture is a view of your ass, the uniform’s skirt pushed up over your hips to expose your underwear. Cheerleaders are technically required to wear cycling shorts under the skirt because, well, school rules, but you’d discarded them before taking the picture. You also usually favor function over fashion during practice, but since you’d prepared yourself for this moment, you’d decided to put your own preferences aside and worn something lacier and, consequently, a little more see-through. The last photo is a personal favorite, with you still in the same position, except you’ve pushed your underwear aside, revealing your pussy. As an added bonus, you’re also using your index and middle finger to spread your lips, which you thought was kind of hot at the time, except, by the look on Donghyuck’s face, it might have been overkill.  

Under all of those photos, you’d written one short and sweet message: All for you, baby. No lame emojis this time, because it had seemed like a serious matter.  

You look back up at Donghyuck, who’s clearly close to bursting with words with how red his face is.  

“We got a new cheerleading uniform today,” you explain, although you know it’s not really the reasoning he wants. “I was kind of proud of how nice it looked.”  

“I can barely see the uniform — you know what? You’re totally missing the point.” He looks like he’s gnashing his teeth. “That’s not even all of it.”  

He turns the phone back to himself, and you calmly wait as his taps grow increasingly aggressive. A minute later, he turns the phone back to you, showing you a different chat; Mark’s name is on top this time, and there’s only one picture. It’s actually kind of funny considering it’s a little blurry, but you greatly appreciate it nonetheless, considering it’s a photo of his dick, half-erect, while he’s standing in what appears to be the shower stall in the locker room. The exact same message you’d sent Donghyuck — the horny one, not the one about his presentation — is also under his single photo.  

You make eye contact with Donghyuck again, still fairly stoic. “Is that all of it?”  

He looks torn between being annoyed and nonplussed. “Is that all of it? You guys both wrong-sent me your couple nudes!”

“Do you not often get them, or something?”  

“I was at dinner, noona,” he clutches his phone to his chest now, like he’s afraid you’re going to nab it and start taking more naked pictures. “I was out with Renjun when you sent me these!”  

“So? You let Renjun look at your phone?”  

“No, of course not, but I—” he splutters, clearly befuddled by how calm you are about everything. “I don’t want to be eating something then have to see your accidental nudes to each other!”

“They’re not,” you correct him.  

“Not what? Nudes? These are, by every definition of a nude, nudes!”  

“I meant that they’re not accidental.”

You’ve seen Donghyuck stumped before, but you’ve never seen him this lost for words; after a brief, perplexed pause, he’s started making all these weird, breathy, disbelieving sounds, like he’s just forgotten how to form sentences at all. His knuckles turn white as he grips his phone even tighter.  

While he’s coming to terms with your statement, Mark quietly comes back in, having ended the call with his mother; you notice he’s watching Donghyuck carefully, but he says nothing as he sits down next to you. Donghyuck looks at him, like he’s expecting a sensible answer, or like a statement that this is all a joke, but Mark just sits there in the same kind of silence as you. You don’t even bother keeping him up to speed; it’s clear by his expression that he’s already aware of what’s going on.  

Two long, heavy minutes pass, and it becomes clear that Donghyuck isn’t going to speak. He’s just looking at you now, this sort of distant, glassy gaze on his face, his mind clearly working overtime and frying out. You decide to break the silence, since you know Mark isn’t going to.  

“Donghyuck,” you call out to him, and he apparently comes crashing back down to earth. “Do you want to have a seat?”  

“What do you mean they’re not accidental?” He finally demands.  

“Not accidental. Intentional? Deliberate.” You elaborate with a tone that suggests this should be obvious. "We sent them to you on purpose.”  

“But Mark hyung sent me the — the — this!” He flips his phone around again, almost losing his hold on it, to show Mark the screen. The latter just looks at it with mild interest.

“And when does Mark message someone the wrong thing?”  

“But you said! You said,” he turns the phone back to himself, eyes scanning the screen feverishly before showing it to you again, index finger jabbing at your message. “You said all for you, baby!”

“I don’t really call Mark ‘baby.’” You shrug. “I know you know that much now.”  

Donghyuck’s eyebrows have practically disappeared into his bangs, and his mouth is opening and closing soundlessly. Mark takes the phone from his hand, exiting his chat and going to yours, scrolling up a little to look at your pictures.  

“Nice,” he says appreciatively as he hands the phone back to Donghyuck, who takes it robotically.  

“Thank you.” You squeeze his thigh. Donghyuck just watches this exchange, disbelief still written on his face. “Donghyuck — I really do think you should sit down, or something. You look like you’re going to faint.”  

You watch him slowly go over to the tiny dining table in the kitchen, grabbing one of the monobloc chairs and dragging it back to his former position. He sinks down onto the seat, now looking at you with a renewed desire to speak.  

“You need to explain.”  

“Actually, I think you need to answer my question first.” You lean forward, and you see Donghyuck swallow. Hard. You also don’t miss the fact that his eyes flit nervously to your breasts, which have been pushed together slightly again as you rest your elbows on your knees. “Donghyuck, when you said you didn’t like being left out like a third wheel, what did you mean?”  

He fixes a bemused look on you, rubbing the back of his neck. “What do you mean ‘what did I mean’? Have you ever heard someone say damn, I wish I could be the loser third wheel to my best friends for the rest of my life?”  

“We’ve tried to do things with you, haven’t we? As far as we know, we’ve done most of the stuff we used to do with you before even until now, after Mark and I got together. We don’t do gross, couple-y stuff when you’re around. But we can tell that there’s still something bothering you. Isn’t there?”  

“Well,” his eyes flit to Mark, who’s just carefully and politely watching the events unfold. “Well, yeah. I just… wanted to sort of be included in stuff. More stuff.”

“Like?”  

He lets out a soft huff, but he doesn’t bother to say anything. Instead, you watch as his face grows redder, and he’s now refusing to make eye contact with either of you. Unfortunately, the only other thing in his immediate line of sight is your chest, which he has a spectacular view of from his seat, so he averts his eyes to the side, staring at the empty space beside you on the couch.  

“I’m going to just go out on a limb here,” you shrug when it’s clear he’s lapsed into another stony, embarrassed silence again. “And you can just tell me if I’m right, and if I’m wrong, Mark and I will sincerely apologize for everything we’ve put you through today. You just have to be honest. Okay?”  

You see him give the tiniest of nods towards the empty space on the couch.  

“Donghyuck, were you upset because you wanted in on the sex?”  

You’ve never seen Donghyuck this red; the reddest you’d seen him was during that Avengers argument, and even that look on him didn’t hold a candle to the state of his face now. He’s twisting his phone in his hands, agitated, and he keeps inexplicably glancing at you. After a while, he takes a shaky breath, once again keeping his gaze firmly away.

“I know it’s super fucked up.”  

“Not the most fucked up thing in the world, I’m pretty sure.”  

“Still sure it’s halfway up that list,” he sighs. “Look — at first, you know, it was… okay? I mean, technically, it still is, like, I’m not really mad that you guys are together, or whatever. But then, I don’t know — I got jealous, I guess? And it was kind of mixed in with how much I like you guys, and it was also this weird realization that, you know, maybe, maybe, I was kind of… attracted. To the both of you. I mean,” he flails his hands in an attempt to get the words to come out faster. “I mean, you’re both super hot.”  

“Thank you,” your joking voice harmonizes with Mark’s weirdly more serious and immediate response.  

“It was an extremely confusing period of time for me. So, I mean, obviously I got frustrated. Like, mentally, but also sexually. I shouldn’t have, but I guess I took it out on you guys.” His shoulders slump forward. “Sorry.”  

“First of all, thank you for your honesty,” you lean back onto the couch, and you hear him breathe out a small sigh of relief as he sees a window of opportunity to look at you again. “Second — I hope you don’t think you’re not super hot yourself.”  

“I mean,” he twiddles his thumbs; the shock and disbelief have left him, it seems, replaced by growing sheepishness. “I’m okay, I guess.”  

“That’s crappy modesty.” For the first time since he’d stormed in, he lets out a soft laugh. “Look — we’re sorry too.”

“You guys don’t have to be.” He looks up, a little alarmed. “I mean… you’re a couple. No one really wants their friend to just dive in when they’re supposed to be a third wheel.”  

“That’s the thing, though,” you shrug. “We don’t want you to be just a constant, unhappy third wheel.”  

You stare at Donghyuck’s phone, and he notices, peeling it away from his chest and looking back down at your messages with his brow furrowed. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Mark raise a hand to his mouth, probably to cover up the fact that he’s close to bursting out into laughter at Donghyuck’s constantly morphing comical expressions. He poorly disguises one chuckle as a cough.

Donghyuck seems to be stuck on buffering mode again, just opening and minimizing each picture in the chat ceaselessly. You place a hand on his knee, giving it a small squeeze to get him to look at you again.  

“What we’re asking  — you don’t have to do it, or whatever. But if you want to — if you really want to — just say so.”  

It’s a staring contest again, except there’s much less heat involved; Donghyuck seems to be mapping every plane of your face, trying to figure out if there’s any sign of insincerity. After a long moment, you see the corners of his mouth twitch, and his voice comes out soft.  

“You know I want to.”  

“Good,” you squeeze his thigh again. His eyes follow you as you stand, and he stays silent as you settle back down onto his lap, only sparing a glance at Mark like he wants some sort of confirmation. His gaze falls back on you as you comb his hair back with your fingers, a small smile playing on your lips. Donghyuck looks like he has a lot of questions, but he swallows them down as your fingers fall to his shoulders then to his chest, pushing aside the folds of his blazer. “If at any point, you feel like stopping — if it gets weird, or anything like that, just say so.”  

“I’m not going to.”

“I was hoping you’d say as much,” you laugh softly, helping him out of the blazer. Donghyuck isn’t by far the most muscular person you’ve met, but he’s naturally more substantial than most, and the fact that his inner shirt is kind of tight on him just highlights that. You can feel him shivering slightly under your fingers, which gives you the brief impression that he’s nervous, but it doesn’t show all that much when you start unbuttoning his shirt and he moves to help you, from the bottom up.  

His eyes keep shifting between you and Mark, like he can’t decide who to focus on more, but you catch his attention for a little while longer as you undo the knot on his tie, tugging it loose from his neck. The front folds of his shirt have fallen away from each other, hanging loose at his sides, and you can see now how quickly he’s breathing, his chest rising and falling erratically.

“You okay?” You whisper, hanging the tie over the back of your neck. You’re so close to him you actually hear him swallow slowly.

“Yeah, it’s just…” He licks his lips. Once. Twice. “This slow, sexy pace is coming at a bad time for me.”  

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I’ve been pretty hard since I left the restaurant. You guys couldn’t have picked a worse time to send those pictures.”  

“We were assuming you’d just be home,” Mark’s voice is a welcome addition to the dialogue — low and a little gruff, a telltale sign of his arousal. “You usually are.”  

“Yeah, well I…” Donghyuck’s voice trails off as he fixates on your fingers, which are moving around your neck. You observe his jaw going slack, little by little, as he takes in the fact that you’re using his tie as a makeshift choker, the ends forming a lopsided ribbon at the base of your throat. “I…”  

“Go on. We’re listening.”  

“I… am so…” He inhales deeply, closing his eyes for a second like he’s rebooting himself. “I am… unbelievably turned on.”

“You like this?” You finger the ends of the tie, your smile growing as he nods. “That’s a little kinky of you.”  

“I’m kinky?” His laugh is part breathless, part incredulous. “I’m not even half the kinky you are, noona.”  

You lean in closer, watching Donghyuck’s eyes instinctively flutter close; your lips land on the bridge of his nose first, then the tip, before falling onto his mouth, where he tilts his head up just enough to meet the kiss firmly. It’s brief but sweet, and when you pull back, his head follows on impulse, trying to chase yours. When you lean in again, your lips land on his jaw, trailing up the sharp angle all the way up to his earlobe. Your breath on his skin is either tickling him or revving him up, because he grips your waist tightly, blunt nails digging shallowly into your skin.  

“I’ll accept that compliment,” you murmur, blowing more hot air into the shell of his ear. “But no one in this room isn’t at least a little bit kinky.”  

“Even Mark hyung?”  

“Even Mark,” you agree, trapping his earlobe between your teeth and tugging on it lightly. A soft gasp escapes him, but instead of pulling away, he only holds you tighter, pulling your hips closer to his. “But we don’t call him that right now, do we?”  

Donghyuck’s shoulders freeze; it’s clear he’s holding his breath. For a moment, you’re worried you’ve scared him off, and you stay still too, until you feel him exhale shakily. He gives a minute shake of the head.  

“That’s right. What do we call him?”

Not for the first time today, you wonder if what you’re doing is a little overboard for Donghyuck, especially since he’s being initiated into this weird situation where you’re essentially playing out some of your personal whims. You experience a slight wave of worry in the span of time it takes for you to ask that question and for Donghyuck to respond, but the wait pays off when he clears his throat a little and answers, voice barely above a whisper.  

“Daddy.”  

“What about you, Donghyuck?” You continue to whisper, only pausing to let you tongue slip out, the tip tracing the shell of his ear. “What do you think we should call you?”  

His breathing hitches again, and you have to hold onto his shoulders while he shifts in his seat so you don’t topple off his lap. When he speaks, though, his voice is surprisingly clearer. You don’t know if he thinks there’s a right answer, but he says it nonetheless.

“Baby.”  

“That’s good,” you squeeze his shoulders in assurance, and he returns the favor on your waist. “You’re already doing so well, baby. Are you looking at daddy?”  

His earlobe bumps against your tongue as he nods again, and you trap it between your teeth again, tugging on it until he makes a soft whining sound.  

“Can you tell me what he’s doing?”  

“He’s…” Donghyuck clears his throat, losing a little bit of the nerve he’d had just a moment ago. That, or he’s distracted, and you can’t blame him given his answer. “He’s — he’s jerking himself off.”  

“Is that so?” You pull away, unable to resist confirming for yourself. You’re not disappointed; Mark is still in his exact same spot on the couch, but he’s pushed down the front of his sweatpants, palming at his cock through his boxers. His eyes lift to meet yours when you turn, and a small smile lifts the corners of his lips. “Having fun on your own?”  

“Just enjoying the view,” he chuckles softly. The bulge pushing against the fabric just keeps growing. “You can pretend I’m not here.”  

“No way.” Your hands make their way back to Donghyuck’s chest, tracing spirals down his skin. He sucks in his stomach a little when your touch travels down to his abdomen, and he blows out the air against your cheek a moment later. “Audience participation is mandatory.”  

“At least let me appreciate it for a little while longer.”  

“Fair enough,” you turn back to Donghyuck, who snaps his head back up to your face like he’s been caught not paying attention. He really hasn’t though, having taken more of an interest in wondering how far down your hand is going to go and looking a little crestfallen that your index finger is just hovering above his navel. “What do you say, Donghyuck? Should we give daddy a little show?”  

“What kind of show?”

“I was thinking something along the lines of my mouth around your cock, but I’m totally open to suggestions.”  

Donghyuck doesn’t waste time deciding, nodding instantly before you even finish your sentence. “No suggestions. That’s the best suggestion. Please.”  

Mark laughs softly along with you, but Donghyuck can’t afford to be amused when he looks so desperate to have something of any value happen. You oblige, fingers finally completing their journey as they find their way to his slacks, undoing the fastenings and carefully tugging down the zipper.

Donghyuck initiates the next kiss, his hands suddenly coming up to trap your face in between his palms and turning your head up so quickly you don’t even register what he wants before he’s already pressed his mouth against yours. There’s a greater level of want, if not need, in the way he mouths at your lips, like he’s finally realized this is really going somewhere and he doesn’t want to waste time anymore. His mouth is hungry, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it so roughly it starts to go a little numb.  

You almost forget you’re in the middle of something, but his hips give a little jerk as if to remind you, and you blindly get back to work, pushing down the front of his boxers and wrapping your fingers around his cock. He’s already hard, the tip slick with pre-cum, his cock twitching at your touch. Even if he’d been enthusiastic about your idea, he doesn’t free you from the kiss immediately; he deepens it, tongue finding its way into your mouth, curling up against the roof of your mouth and rubbing against your own. You give his cock a couple of slow pumps as a reminder, but he just moans into your mouth, fingers tangling into your hair.  

It’s you that has to break contact first, coming back up for breath. Donghyuck just stares at you, dazed, his mouth still parted slightly. Before you say anything, he’s leaned in again, trapping your lips in another brief but wet kiss. And another. And another. And another. When you press your free hand against his chest to signal him to slow down, there’s a thin line of saliva traveling between your mouth and the corner of his lips. You laugh softly, wiping it away with your thumb. “You’re very eager.”  

He holds your face again, giving you another firm kiss; his aim misses slightly this time, landing more on your upper lip. There’s a bit of wetness sticking to the bottom of your nose after. “Is that bad?”  

“Of course not. It’s good.” You take his hands away from your face, bringing them up to your lips instead. You press a kiss to each of his knuckles affectionately. “You’re so good for me, baby.”  

You land a final kiss against the tip of his nose before shifting backwards. His fingers are still clinging onto yours, and you’re holding hands even when you get onto your knees, easing yourself between his legs. You glance back at Mark; he hasn’t really moved, save for the fact that his cock is now fully exposed too, and he’s pumping it in that slow, almost torturous pace he loves starting with. You don’t see Mark touch himself often, especially since you usually form a party of two with him to get off anyway, but this is a rare sight you actually wouldn’t mind enjoying more often. His brow is slightly furrowed, dark eyes trained on the both of you, a thin sheen of sweat glowing across his forehead. When his eyes meet yours, you wink, way too salaciously for him to take seriously, and the laugh that leaves him is breathy.

Donghyuck gives your fingers a small squeeze when you turn back to him. From this angle, you’re more aware of how flushed his neck and how dangerously quick his Adam’s apple is bobbing, probably because he can’t stop swallowing in anticipation. When you inch your head closer to his cock, he grips your hands even tighter, until the tips of your digits actually turn white.  

“Relax, baby,” you whisper, trying to curl your fingers — in vain, unfortunately, because he refuses to let go.

“I can’t,” he replies a little hoarsely. “I’m going to cum fast. I don’t want you guys to think I’m a quick shot.”  

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him, twisting your dominant hand out of his iron grasp. Desperate to still have something to hang onto, his hand moves immediately to your head, gripping your hair in a haphazard half-ponytail. “I think it’s cute that you’re this excited.”

“Don’t tease me, noona.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you say calmly, but your index finger is enjoying its independence way too much, dragging down the side of his shaft lightly and drawing spirals against his skin as it travels back upwards. He lets out a short, sharp hiss. “I’m just telling it as it is. And if you want to cum, all you need to do is tell me where.”  

“What?”  

“Tell me where. Mark prefers the mouth, mostly.” He gapes down at you, shaking his head slowly like he’s not fully comprehending how workaday your tone is in comparison to what you’re saying. “Although you can obviously choose on your own.”

“Wh—” His question dies in his throat as his eyes fixate on your mouth, which is now wrapped around the head of his cock. You feel it twitch against your lips, and Donghyuck’s low, drawn-out moans are the rhythmic soundtrack to your endeavor. His grip on your hair tightens, and he starts a mantra of curses once your tongue begins rolling around the tip. “Oh my g— noona, you need to slow down, holy shit—”

Your giggle is muffled against his skin, but the vibrations just seem to spur him on; he clenches your hand like you’re dangling him off a cliff. His head is tilted back, and his chest is heaving dangerously. The hand in your hair jerks your head accidentally, but you power through it, moving your lips downward. His swearing only intensifies as you start to suck on his length, your mouth running up and down half of it.  

Donghyuck can’t seem to come to a decision on how to proceed; on one hand, he frequently wheezes out a “no” in between sentences he never finishes, but on the other, he’s starting to place pressure on your head in an attempt to lead it further down. You end up deciding for him when he hisses out an almost angry “fuck, that feels so good,” pressing your tongue up against the underside of his shaft. His cock throbs noticeably in your mouth again; the timing perfectly aligns when you look up at him just to see his eyes roll back one quick moment before he squeezes them shut. His mouth is slightly agape, and he can’t even bring his lips together to swear properly at this point.  

Another dangerous twitch of his cock signals that he’s close, and he confirms this when his head suddenly snaps down, eyes flying open.  

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” He shakes his head again, now looking panicked. “I want — can I cum on your tits?”  

You think that’s kind of a complicated decision considering you’re the only one in the room still fully clothed, but you don’t want to deny him, especially not when he looks so desperate. You pull your mouth away quickly, a wet pop sounding between you, and he finally releases your now-numb hand, using it to stroke his cock in your absence. Leaning back, you wrestle your shirt off; you’re about to work on the clasp of your bra too, but a gentle hand gets there before you. Mark has shifted closer for a better view, now unhooking your bra with the hand that isn’t stroking himself.

“Show off.” You grin back at him. He laughs softly, but the sound is drowned out by a slightly louder moan from Donghyuck. His head is in its previous position, tilted back, his bangs matted to his forehead. He’s sucked in his stomach, like he’s holding his breath just to stop himself from cumming. You tap his moving hand to tell him to stop, but he moans out a throaty albeit much more insistent no. Slightly amazed, you watch him shift forward in his seat, half of his ass hanging off the edge, leading his cock closer to you.  

It takes you a split second before you cotton on, and in that short interlude, his groans get exponentially louder, so you try not to waste any more time, leaning forward again so that his shaft can rest against your cleavage. It’s clear that your guess on what he wants is correct, because the fist around his cock loosens; instead, he presses his thumb down on his cock, making sure it stays flush against your skin as he starts to roll his hips upward haphazardly.  

You’re so new to the sight of this that you don’t even move; you just watch him rut against you, wondering why you hadn’t at least set up a camera so you could have a souvenir when this was all over. Surprisingly, it’s Mark that takes the initiative again; sacrificing personal pleasure, both his palms slip under your arms, pressing against the sides of your breasts and pushing them closer to the center. The friction Donghyuck is creating intensifies when they press up against his cock, and his reaction is immediate; his hips jerk up sharply, cock barely missing your chin.  

Donghyuck’s movements are more erratic now, and the flush on his neck has spread upwards to his cheeks. He’s so close, and the only thing you can do at this point is to egg him on.

“That’s so good, baby.” Your whisper is barely audible, but you know he can hear it, even with everything else he’s saying about how much he’s already losing his mind. “You’re doing so well. I bet you look so good when you cum, don’t you? Show mommy how much you want to cum all over me.”  

His hips give one last sharp lurch before a drawn out groan rips from his chest; you feel a splash of heat against your neck first. Donghyuck has all but slid off his seat, but he manages to right himself, pulling away from you slightly so he can fist at his cock again to coax his climax to completion. You let out a soft, appreciative noise as you feel his cum hit your skin in quick bursts.  

You smile up at him when he slouches back into the chair, breathing labored. Something like a disbelieving laugh escapes him when your gazes lock, and your grin just widens in response.  

“Mommy?”  

“Sorry. Heat of the moment, and all that,” you shrug. “Too weird?”  

“Kind of hot, actually,” he admits. “I’m not mad about it.”  

“I agree,” Mark’s voice sounds fresh in the situation considering how absent it had been for the better part of the blowjob. His hands are still against your breasts, now cupping them lightly instead of pushing them together. You lean back slightly, your head bumping into his shoulder.  

“It was nice to have an active audience too, actually,” you sigh softly, feeling Mark’s torso shake weakly as he laughs again. “Very helpful at the right time.”  

“I just took advantage of a sudden opportunity.” His fingers squeeze at your breasts gently. Donghyuck has caught his breath now, mostly, and he sits up a little straighter. His expression has gone back to looking a bit careful, which you’re disappointed about until he speaks up again.

“So… is that… really it?”  

“Why?” You bite back a laugh. “Did you want more, or something?”  

“Kind of.”  

“That’s good, considering I wasn’t really planning on stopping just yet.” Your hands move up your sides, overlapping with Mark’s. “Looks like you need a break, though.”  

“I really don’t,” Donghyuck answers quickly, almost talking over you.  

“How quick is your recovery time?”

“I don’t usually have a stopwatch on me when I jack off twice in a row,” he frowns. “I usually don’t jack off twice in a row. Isn’t it bad for your heart, or something?”  

“I don’t know. Naver it, if you’re curious,” you suggest.  

“No, thanks. Kind of a mood killer.”  

“True.” you shrug. “I guess we’ll just have to speed it up a little.”

Your fingers close around Mark’s hand, peeling it away from your breast slowly. He makes a small, disappointed sound but doesn’t resist, even when you let his hand go for a moment before taking his forefinger back into your grasp. Leading it back to your skin, you slide his finger over your nipple, Donghyuck’s release slowly gathering on his digit as you move it upwards. You hear Donghyuck inhale sharply as you bring Mark’s finger up to your mouth, your tongue coming out to meet it so you can lick off the residual cum.  

“Is she usually this horny, or, like… what?” Donghyuck sounds both scandalized and amazed.  

“This is definitely in the top ten list of horniest things she’s done,” Mark replies. You don’t miss the fact that his words are laced with a soft, affectionate tone. “Right up there with a morning blowjob and offering to eat my ass.”  

“You didn’t take the offer?”  

“We had a test the next day. Also, she was half-asleep when she offered.”  

“I would have done it if you had woken me up after ten minutes like you were supposed to.” You drop your hold on Mark’s hand.  

“I could tell you were tired. You needed rest, not another reason to rile me up into having sex four hours before a morning exam.”

You shrug as Donghyuck laughs incredulously. Mark, catching up to your intentions, starts using his thumb to wipe the rest of Donghyuck’s cum off your skin before lifting it back up to your mouth. “The offer still stands,” you say right before your lips wrap around his finger, suckling on it languidly. You’re excessively noisy about it, since that seems to interest Donghyuck.  

“I’ll take it up on another day,” Mark promises.  

“And the daddy thing,” Donghyuck presses on, even though his eyes are fixed on where your mouth meets Mark’s skin. “Whose idea was that?”  

“Who else’s?”  

“Noona,” Donghyuck shakes his head. “You’re a hazard to men, do you know that?”

You pull your mouth away, pouting. “That’s not the whole story. You’re telling it wrong.”  

“But you did start it,” Mark replies simply, going back to the task of slowly wiping your chest clean.  

“I said it as a joke, but it turned you on so much I just kept using it,” you elaborate.

“Fine. So that’s what happened,” he concedes. “But you still started it.”  

“But you love it,” you fire back. He chuckles, his finger coming back up to trace the shape of your mouth. The movement of it laces the last of Donghyuck’s cum onto your lips.  

“Of course.”  

Donghyuck’s cock visibly twitches as he watches you trace your tongue over your lips, slowly licking the cum off of them. He just gapes for a moment, even when you’re finished and smiling up at him again, then gently pats the side of his face like he’s trying to get himself to wake up.

“I’m going to have a heart attack.”  

“Story of my life,” Mark responds. You feel his heat leave your back for a moment as he moves to sit back onto the couch, but he reaches out for you again quickly, arms snaking around your waist so he can tug you onto his lap. You lean most of your weight back onto his chest, and his hands move down to unbutton your shorts, thumbs digging into the waistband in an attempt to push them down. “Help me out here, Donghyuck.”  

The latter leans forward as instructed, tugging down your shorts by the hem and dragging your underwear along with them. You have to lift yourself to help them slide it off, and when you sit back down, you press back against Mark’s hips, feeling the shape of his cock push up flush against your bare ass. His knees slip between your legs, pushing them apart to give Donghyuck a fair view of your pussy. He takes in a deep breath, as though mentally preparing himself.  

“We usually do this in front of a mirror,” Mark explains. “But I think it might turn her on more to know you’re watching.”  

“Oh, I’m definitely watching,” Donghyuck promises. “I don’t even know if I have it in me to fucking blink.”  

Mark laughs, but you don’t join him; what comes out of you is a slightly needy sound as you feel his fingers press up against your core. He slips one between your folds, tracing lines repeatedly along your slit, and your moans just grow louder with every time he brushes up against your clit. The sounds you’re making reach its first apex when two digits press down a little harder against the nub, rubbing with a fair amount of intensity.  

In most other instances, Mark isn’t one for a lot of talk; he’ll play along when he has to, but he isn’t instinctively prone to mouthing off during sex unless you prompt some kind of dialogue. You’re not sure if it’s also because Donghyuck is watching, or because this is just one of the rare times he’s feeling up to it, but even in the haze of your growing pleasure, you feel mildly surprised when he suddenly speaks up.

“What’s going on, __________?” His voice is low, muffled against your shoulder as he speaks in between the kisses he’s pressing against your skin. “Tell me. What’s happening to you right now?”  

“Oh my god,” you whimper, feeling him add more pressure against your core. “You’re… you’re rubbing my clit. Your fingers feel so good, fuck.”

He hums softly in approval. “What else?”  

Your answer comes slightly delayed as you moan, a longer, slightly more tortured sound as his fingers leave your clit, moving down to toy at your entrance. “I’m getting so wet, holy shit.”

“Wet for who?”  

“Fuck,” your voice comes out as an embarrassing, high-pitched whine. “For you, daddy. I’m getting so wet for you.”  

“Who else?”  

“For Donghyuck.”  

You feel Mark’s lips brush against the curve of your neck as he speaks again. “Should we show him?”  

You nod, unsure if you can still speak without everything just coming out as a mess, and Mark moves his hand back to your folds, his forefinger and middle finger spreading them. Your legs instinctively follow suit, shifting further apart, and Donghyuck’s mouth goes slack to the point that you can actually see a little bit of drool pooling near the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t even seem to be noticing the fact that he’s growing harder again as the seconds pass, too fixated on Mark’s hand, which has found its way back to your entrance. One digit dips into your core, and you tense around it. He starts to pump it into you, but the movement is too shallow, and your mind is honestly thinking about something else entirely. He knows this, you’re fairly sure, but Mark isn’t usually one to tease, so when he does, you let him get away with it.  

Still, you instinctively let out a frustrated noise, and he catches it. His finger slows in you, and your nails bite into his forearms as a tiny form of revenge. He doesn’t even sound perturbed when he speaks again.  

“What’s wrong?”

“I want…” You huff, hips moving in a bid for some kind of friction. “I want more.”  

“More?”  

“Cock,” You demand. “I want your cock, daddy.”  

His other arm frees your waist, moving to press his palm against your back. You take it as a signal to lift yourself, and your thighs get an unexpected workout as you wait for him to align himself under you. The same hand leads you back down, and you let out what might be the lewdest moan you’ve made for the day so far, feeling the familiar girth of his cock stretch you in that subtle, delicious way you’ve come to love.  

Mark doesn’t even wait for you to settle back down on his lap; you’re only halfway down before he lifts his hips to meet yours, burying himself into you completely. It knocks a little bit of wind out of you, but you won’t deny the fact that his eagerness is a peak turn on at this point. You’re glad that he’s firmly holding your waist, because you don’t know how much strain your legs can take anymore — partly because of practice, but mostly because Mark is funneling all of his energy into thrusting deep into you, which just renders you incapable of focusing on any other task requiring more than minimum effort.  

There’s slight movement in front of you; Donghyuck’s hand has found its way back to his cock, and he’s stroking himself to hardness again, his expression half-pained, half-amazed. His eyes keep moving back and forth, once again unsure on what to focus on. For a while, his gaze is fixed on your breasts, which are bouncing slightly with the force of Mark’s thrusts, but for some reason, he ultimately decides to focus on your face. His fingers tighten around his shaft for a moment.  

“Are you hard again, baby?” You ask the obvious, but he doesn’t seem to mind, considering the fact that he nods immediately. “Does it turn you on —watching daddy fuck me like this?”  

“Jesus.” He runs a hand through his hair, locks sticking out at odd angles. “Jesus Christ.”  

“His cock feels so good in me. He’s filling me up so well, baby. Can you see it?”  

He nods again. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”  

Your head tilts back a little when Mark bucks his hips up a little more sharply than before, mouth falling slack to allow a groan to escape; you feel yourself tighten around him, legs twitching in response. You think you hear Donghyuck call out to a deity again. When your head lifts back up, you lock eyes with Donghyuck again, and he speaks before you can think of anything filthier to say.  

“Can I fuck your mouth, noona?”

He’s already half-standing before you say yes, and Mark has to slow down for a moment as Donghyuck clambers up to line himself up to your mouth again. He doesn’t even need any prompting anymore, one hand immediately moving to tangle into your hair and keep your head still. He uses the other to guide his cock past your lips, and you notice that he feeds you more length than you had taken in earlier.  

Seeing Mark resume his movements is what gives Donghyuck the cue to start, too; he uses his hold in your hair as some kind of leverage, hips rolling forward in slow, controlled thrusts. There’s very little you can do apart from suck with whatever strength you have left and moan intermittently when Mark shifts down a little so he can pump into you at a different, slightly deeper angle. One hand has also found its way back against your pussy, picking up where it left off and toying with your clit. You feel your legs shake slightly with the overstimulation, and it takes a lot of concentration for you to keep yourself from going limp.  

In an attempt to stay preoccupied, you look up at Donghyuck. The sight of him feels almost criminal, with his tongue curled up against his upper lip and his brow furrowed with concentration. His thrusts are growing a little more confident, and with this newfound boldness, he pushes more of his cock past your lips. It doesn’t seem to be an accident, either; his hand leads your head forward a little every time, and if you had to guess, you had probably just about a quarter of his length left before you took it all in.

Suddenly, he pulls his hips away, and you gasp out a soft fuck when he frees your mouth, once again unable to focus on much else apart from Mark’s thrusting, which has also increased in pace and intensity. You’re practically praying in swear words, and Donghyuck has to call your name twice before you look back up at him.  

“Noona, do you think you can—” He swallows hard, fingers falling away from your hair. “Can you relax for me?”  

“I’m getting the dicking down of my life over here,” you rasp between moans. “I don’t think I can.”  

“I meant here,” his hand falls down to your jaw before tracing a line down your throat. His forefinger hooks into the ersatz choker you’ve fashioned out of his tie. “I want to see if you can take all of me.”

You nod, not even bothering to tease him about how uncertain he’s acting even when he’s asking for a goddamn deepthroating, and he tugs on the tie, once again bringing your slackened mouth closer to his tip. You feel Mark’s fingers tighten around your hip, and his hips start lifting up harder; the slap of skin on skin is obscenely audible, almost like applause as Donghyuck slides himself past your teeth again.

He doesn’t bother with thrusting anymore; it’s one smooth motion until your mouth is back where it had been a moment ago. You remember he’d asked you to relax, so you try not to give into your instinct to moan over and over, letting your jaw go slack. You know he feels the tension go down because he starts pushing forward again. Your tongue is pressed up flush against his cock, but you can’t move it at all. The rest of Donghyuck’s fingers join the one wrapped around the tie, gripping it a little tighter as he tugs you forward to meet his hips, and you have the good sense to breathe in right before he slips the remaining length into your mouth.  

The tip of his cock presses up against the back of your throat, and you feel the expected tears pool in your eyes and streak down your cheeks; you try to focus on Donghyuck’s expression, which is completely blissed out, but it’s a little hazy. When you start feeling lightheaded, you reach out to blindly swat at his thigh. He gets the signal, pulling away right before you can gag, but he doesn’t leave your mouth. Instead, he resumes thrusting, deciding to follow Mark’s quicker, rougher pace.

You’re pretty sure you would be moaning like crazy now, but you can’t even make noise properly. Without any warning, Donghyuck tugs at the tie again, and your throat instinctively loosens when you feel him pushing in deeper again. He stays there, buried in your mouth for what seems like forever, almost growling when he feels you trying to swallow around him.  

On his second withdrawal, he pulls out all the way; a long, escalating groan leaves you, and you feel your legs buckle suddenly as your climax hits unexpectedly. Mark’s arms wind around your waist, trying to keep you steady, but his hips move relentlessly, hellbent on keeping you going until your high ends. You collapse against his chest when it does, breathing heavily, your eyes closing halfway. Donghyuck inches closer, though, still lining his cock up against your mouth, and your tongue comes out to greet it, running messily along its side.  

“How was it?” Mark asks softly from under you, one hand gently rubbing your stomach.  

“Fucking amazing,” Donghyuck replies, watching you mouth at the tip before you suck on it languidly. “You’ve never tried?”  

“Not yet.”  

“It’s out of this world, hyung.” Your heart swells at the praise, and your mouth becomes a little more enthusiastic. Donghyuck lets out a shaky exhale. “Pro level.”  

Mark chuckles, the sound rumbling against your back. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

“If you add that to the fact that she basically swears like a pirate, she could really make a career out of it.”  

“That is something that’s never going to happen,” Mark squeezes your waist. “Like, over my dead body.”  

“I’m just saying it as a hypothetical thing. You know. To drive the compliment home.” You try to interrupt them, but Donghyuck’s shaft is still pressed up against your lips, muffling the sound. He angles his hips away so you can speak. “Sorry. What was that, noona?”  

“More,” you breathe out. Donghyuck’s eyebrows fly up as you repeat yourself. “More. Please.”  

“Are you sure? You can take a break. Trust me, with what just happened, we’ll still be hard.”  

You shake your head, carefully pushing yourself up off Mark’s lap; you’re still fairly wobbly, so he has to keep his hand on your back just to make sure you don’t reel backwards. He looks up at you, wide-eyed, wondering what you’re planning. You motion for him to scoot back near the armrest, and he does so, adjusting himself horizontally once he understands what you want. He reaches out a hand to help you back onto the couch, where you straddle his lap for a moment before you raise yourself, reaching between the two of you to hold onto the base of his shaft. His teeth come out to dig into his lip as you once again take in his cock, biting back a moan.  

When you turn back, Donghyuck is still in the same position, watching you; he’s clearly wondering where he fits into this equation. You beckon for him to come closer, and he complies wordlessly. You need to twist your arm a little to reach out for his, leading his fingers to your mouth. Your tongue presses up against his digits, rolling around them slowly for a long, fairly intense minute before you let his wrist go.  

He cottons on belatedly, after you’ve leaned back down to press your chest against Mark’s, pushing out your ass. Your fingers grip your cheeks, spreading them slightly, and Donghyuck lets out a strangled noise.  

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” you murmur, pressing the side of your face against Mark’s shoulder.  

“Are you — I’ve — hold on,” Donghyuck falls silent trying to form the best possible sentence, which is, apparently, “How are you this calm about this?”

“What do you want me to do?” You laugh breathily. “Cry about it?”  

“Have you ever done this before?”

“No,” you admit. “So you better stretch me out, or we might have a problem.”  

“Yeah, okay, no pressure.” You feel the couch dip a little as he inches forward, and in the next second, his hand finds its way to your ass, helping you push your cheeks apart. “Why hasn’t Mark hyung done this?”  

“He’s too scared.”

“That you’ll get hurt?”  

“That he’ll cum right away.”  

Donghyuck barks out a laugh, and even Mark snorts a little. “What about me? I’m afraid of that too.”

“Yeah, but we already know you’re kind of a quick shot.”  

Something cool presses up against your ass, and in the next moment, Donghyuck is sinking the first knuckle of his forefinger into you. You let out a slightly surprised moan that he talks over. “Am not.”  

“We’ll see,” your words come out short as you hold your breath in anticipation. Nothing happens, though; his finger stays completely still. “Fuck. You’re really taking your sweet time.”

“You’d kill me if I just stuffed one finger in right away,” he complains. You clench around him unexpectedly, and he pulls his finger away. “Okay, can you not do that first? My finger is just going to get sucked in or something.”

“That was the idea. Hurry up.”  

“Are you always this impatient?” More shifting happens behind you, and a moment later, you feel something softer and wetter press up against your entrance. You jerk forward in surprise, but Donghyuck’s hands are keeping your hips steady, allowing him to lap at the puckered flesh. You let out a breathy, incredulous laugh.  

“He’s eating my ass,” you inform Mark, who grins up at you. “This is the kind of kinky shit I could have done for you instead of reading Homer.”  

“You passed the exam, which is more important than my personal pleasure.”

“Agree to disagree.”

Mark doesn’t reply, allowing you the space to moan as Donghyuck’s tongue lubes you up. When he pulls away, you try to crane your head back in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his lips, which are shiny with saliva. His hand moves towards you again, and he eases his finger in slowly until it’s in entirely. You start to moan a little more loudly once he starts pumping his finger, and Mark slowly starts rolling his hips up again to add to the stimulation. You have to tuck your face into the crook of his neck to soften your groan as Donghyuck slowly pushes another finger in, spreading them out carefully before he resumes pumping.  

You think you could pretty much get off like this, and you actually feel pleasure building in your stomach, but it’s a low-burning fire with how slowly they’re taking it. A couple of times, you try to push back against them, but Donghyuck in particular seems to be enjoying taking his sweet time. The third finger enters when the buzz of ecstasy has settled in your nerves, adding a bit of spark to the low thrum coursing through your body. Even Mark doesn’t see the necessity in speeding up yet. You’re breathing deep against his neck, inhaling his scent constantly and getting heady from it, and you don’t even register the fact that your mouth has been half-open for the last ten minutes, just letting low, weak moans pass through. At one point, you actually cum quietly again, even with that horribly slow pace, and no one says anything; Mark just turns his head, pressing a firm kiss against your forehead.  

“Please,” your voice is barely audible. “Please. Give me your cock. I’m begging you. I want both of you in me already.”

Donghyuck doesn’t respond, but he does acknowledge your words, slowly tugging his fingers out of you. A moment later, something hard presses up against you, and your moan escalates exponentially once you feel it stretch you. You have to constantly tell yourself not to tense up, but with how desperate you are, you can’t help but feel a little tightly wound, and there’s a small bite of pain when the tip of Donghyuck’s cock makes it past the first ring of muscle.  

Mark’s hands leave your waist, lacing into your fingers and squeezing them reassuringly. You’ve gone back to swearing again, your voice more guttural this time, as Donghyuck works his way further into you. His hands are back on your cheeks, trying to help himself in by spreading them slightly as he moves. It takes what feels like an eternity before he bottoms out, and you let out a long, heavy sigh of relief, belatedly realizing you’d been holding your breath this entire time.  

Donghyuck’s breathing is pretty loud at this point; his hands are roaming across your back aimlessly. “You’re tight as hell. How does it feel?”  

“Fucking incredible,” you whimper. “I feel so fucking full.”

You don’t know if they’d quietly agreed on something, but Mark and Donghyuck start moving at the same time, at the same pace. It’s difficult to decide which feeling to focus on, and you have to shut your eyes to block out anything else that might distract you from the pleasure. Your nails bite into the backs of Mark’s palms, but he doesn’t say anything against it; his breathing is coming out a little more labored too as he thrusts up into you.

Donghyuck loses his reluctance a lot more quickly than Mark, you’ve come to learn; once he’s realized you’re not complaining, he starts speeding up, trying to match Mark’s practiced intensity. You let go of Mark’s hands, letting them move back to their original position as you press your palms against the couch, lifting your torso up slightly. Donghyuck’s hands, on the other hand, find their way to your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers.  

“Harder,” you whisper, now fully adjusted to the situation. “Fuck me harder, please, please.”  

No one objects at this point, each one of you ultimately more concerned with chasing your highs. Mark adjusts himself under you so that he has more mobility, and his thrusts become sharper in tandem with Donghyuck’s. The moans leaving you are shorter but more frequent, breathless and a little too loud, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. A small part of you is astonished at the idea that twenty-four hours ago, it had never crossed your mind that you’d be naked in between your boyfriend and his best friend, but that small part is ultimately shunted by the knowledge that, twenty-four hours later, you are, in fact, in haphazardly planned threesome with the aforementioned people.  

You haven’t said anything for a while now, having lost your own ability to form anything coherent and replacing words with garbled moans. Your expression has probably been dazed for the last few minutes, and when you look down, Mark is staring intently at you. Without any prompt, you lean down, pressing your lips hard against his; his mouth moves against yours, engaging you in a messy and wet kiss that ends with his tongue in your mouth and you suckling on it. Donghyuck’s fingers are digging into your breasts, squeezing them tightly as he briefly interrupts his thrusting to grind his hips up against your ass. You groan in surprise, letting go of Mark’s tongue, and Donghyuck takes this opportunity to tug you up, holding you flush against his chest. His hands move in opposite directions, one hand snaking around your waist tightly, the other dragging up against your cleavage and landing at the base of your throat, tightening a little.  

“Want to tell us what’s going on?” He seems to be taking a page out of Mark’s book. “Tell us what’s happening to you.”  

The first thing that leaves you is a whimper; you’re pretty sure you’ve been speaking in tongues for the past five minutes or so, and your mind is blanking out. Donghyuck’s fingers squeeze a little more against your throat before loosening again.  

“Come on, mommy,” he whispers into your ear, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a second, trying to keep yourself from imploding at that second. “Talk to me. What’s happening to you right now?”  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hiss out, feeling his fingers tighten and loosen again. “I’m getting fucked so good, holy shit—”

“Yeah? So good you’re going to cum for us again?”

“Yes, yes, oh my God,” your voice is thick, and it doesn’t help that Donghyuck’s hand squeezes around your throat in increasingly longer intervals. “I’m going to cum so hard. Please — don’t stop, don’t stop—”  

You yelp as Mark’s hips jerk up sharply, stopping for a second before he continues; the result is him falling out of sync with Donghyuck, thrusting in just as Donghyuck pulls back. The new rhythm gives you very little pause, and you feel your arousal heightening much more quickly. You know that Mark, at least, is close; his eyes are shut, and he’s starting to moan lowly — usual tells you’ve noticed over time. The timing seems perfect, then, as Donghyuck presses his lips back to your ear.

“Where should we cum, noona?” He murmurs. “It’s your choice this time.”  

You’re in no real state to make decisions, so you don’t answer right away. The only prompt you have to do so is Donghyuck’s hand once again closing around your throat, cutting off your air supply for a sweet second before letting you breathe again. You’re so close, you can’t care about logistics, and moving would just ruin everything.  

“Cum in me, baby,” you reply hoarsely. “Fuck — please, cum in me.”  

Donghyuck gives your throat one last squeeze, a slightly longer one, fingers flexing against your neck as he buries his cock into you with a throaty groan. You feel the heat almost immediately, and your vision whites out around the edges for a moment before he frees you. You use the air that fills your lungs almost immediately, moaning unrestrainedly as you climax once again, pulsing around both of their cocks. Mark moves his hips for your sake, hitting your sweet spot help you ride it out until you come back down. Donghyuck gently pulls his hands away, and your spine suddenly feels like jelly; you collapse into Mark with a soft thud.

A moment of stillness follows, filled only with heavy breathing and the occasionally whispered curse word. The three of you stay that way for five blissful minutes, until Donghyuck’s phone starts ringing obnoxiously from his bag near the door. The call drops and goes to voicemail because he takes his time pulling out, wasting a couple more seconds to watch a bit of his cum dribble out with an appreciative hum. When the phone rings again, you swat him away, and he sprints across the floor to dig it out of his bag. It’s Renjun, you learn when he answers the phone.  

You and Mark watch him converse with Renjun naturally, like he hadn’t been deep up your ass a moment ago, talking about an assignment he had forgotten to do research on. When he says he’s going to go online so the two of them can discuss, he shoots the two of you a look, like he’s asking you for permission. Mark mouths for him to stop dawdling and get to work, and Donghyuck pulls a face as he picks his backpack and trudges into his room. You notice he peeks at the two of you surreptitiously just before he closes the door.  

“Good job, mommy,” Mark murmurs when Donghyuck is finally out of earshot. He pushes your hair away from your face, tucking locks messily behind your ear to keep them from falling into his face and tickling his nose.  

“I could really get used to that name, but I might miss the title he stole from me now and again.”  

“I don’t mind either way,” he chuckles. “They both kind of suit you.”  

“At least we worked that out,” you hum softly. “I kind of felt bad for him at the beginning.”  

“He pouted and got to cum twice. Things work out.”

You stare down at him, confusion suddenly seeping into your expression. “Yeah. But you didn’t. At all.”  

“I know. It’s not like I can cum like this,” he laughs. “You have to move off of me. Quick, too, because I’ve been holding it in forever.”  

“Why?” You ask, perplexed.

“What do you mean, why? Because I can’t reach your mouth from down here.”

“You don’t have to,” you press a hand to his chest, stopping him from moving up. He meets your eye, now confused too. “I meant what I said. I want you to cum in me.”  

Shock crosses his face. “But—”

“Didn’t you want to? The first time?” He nods, and you tilt your head questioningly. “Do you not want to now?”

“I do. I mean — it would be so hot, but I’m just — I mean, are you sure?”  

“I’m sure.” You lean down, pressing a kiss to his nose. “It’s okay. I want to feel you.”  

He looks up at you, unblinking, assessing your expression like he’s trying to figure out if you’re just pranking him. When he decides you aren’t, he nods, and you dip your head again to press your lips to his. His hands grip your waist once again, and you feel him start to thrust — slowly at first, his speed building gradually. Your hands are pressed to his jaw, thumbs running up against his cheek as you kiss him — adoringly, carefully.  

His movements still for a moment, and you think he’s already climaxing, but you only feel your body shift in position; the next thing you know, you’re lying back against the couch, Mark hovering above you. He thrusts in deeper, sharper, and you whine, reaching out to press your hand to the back of his neck and bringing his head down. Your foreheads touch, and there’s very little gap between your lips and his, but you don’t close it. Instead, you keep your gaze locked on his, letting the breath that accompanies your moans wash over his lips as his hips start to move more intensely.  

That same expression you know so well starts to form on his face again; his eyes, however, are still uncertain, searching yours, offering you room to back out. You shake your head, but his brow only furrows deeper.  

“I’m okay,” you whisper, only loud enough for him to hear. “Please. I want it.”  

“You’re sure?” He rasps out. His voice sounds a little broken, like he’s doing all he can to keep himself from tipping over the edge. “I can still… I can still pull out.”  

“Don’t,” your voice comes out a little more sharply. “I want all of your cum. Please, daddy.”  

“I—” You feel his cock twitch in you, and his eyes start to close again. “God, I’m—”

“Daddy, please,” you urge him, your fingers pressing hard against his sides. “I want it. I want your cum. I want your baby. Please. Fill me up.”  

“Fuck—” His hips jerk, and he snaps them forward, burying himself inside you. You feel his release a moment later, and you mewl softly, tightening around him. He doesn’t move this time, and when his eyes open, they immediately shine with concern. You shake your head, tilting your head up to press a reassuring kiss to his lips.  

Even with him slowly softening inside you, he doesn’t pull out; you stay in the same position for some time, exchanging light kisses. At one point, he leans in, pressing a kiss much firmer than the others, and when he pulls back, words that break the silence tumble out.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ve never… I’ve never wanted anyone but you. Ever.”  

You lie there, stunned at the sudden confession. Mark doesn’t even look remotely abashed or regretful; he just stares down at you, and it doesn’t even look like he’s waiting for a response. You reach up, trapping his face between your palms and inching your head forward to press another deep kiss to his lips.  

“I love you,” you murmur against his mouth. “I always will.”  

At your words, he tugs you up with him, gathering you into his arms. His lips rest on your forehead, unmoving, hand rubbing your back lightly.  

It would have ended an extremely heartfelt moment, if not for the soft cough that had caused you to look up and see Donghyuck standing by his door, now fully clothed and slightly amused.

“So you guys decide to act like a normal, loving, not-kinky couple now?”

[ ALWAYS FOREVER ]

chapter nine. we ate 😼

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Com certeza tem erro. Mesmo revisando.

Tudo começou com você e o seu namorado chupando algumas rodelas de laranja docinhas no quarto dele.

Ele sabia que essa era sua fruta favorita de todo o mundo e como ele amava ver você feliz, comprou logo um saco para ter guardado em sua casa. Para que toda vez que viesse, tivesse algo que ele tivesse certeza que você gostasse de verdade em seu lar.

Seu namorado era uma graça. Você achava que tinha muita sorte de ter um garoto tão bonito, gentil e prestativo ao seu lado. Mas Hae Chan não era apenas isso, ele tinha muito mais…

E o “muito mais” estava te colocando de cabeça para baixo. 

O seu garoto era muito atraente e sexy, isso não podia negar nem se quisesse. E as coisas que ele fazia com você deixava-a à flor da pele , você sempre foi muito na sua por ser tímida e de tão tímida acaba sendo “inocente” em muitos quesitos, por não ter com quem conversar sobre certos assuntos e nem ter feito muito.

Ele era o seu primeiro namorado, foi o seu primeiro beijo e agora estava sendo o primeiro a causar sensações nunca sentidas antes.

Você não sabia o que fazer com a sensação pulsante que sentia entre as pernas. Os dois assistiam um filme chupando as rodelas de laranja e ao acabar com o pratinho, Hae Chan a puxou para ficar abraçadinha com sua cabeça em seu peito.

Se aconchegou com uma das pernas jogada em cima da coxa do menino, sentindo o cheiro gostoso de sabonete vindo do seu Channie, com as mãos do menino fazendo carinho em sua coxa.

O filme era legal, mas teve um momento que você viajou olhando o lindo rosto do seu namorado. Você realmente não sabia o como tinha conseguido ele, não por ser achar feia, fora disso. Mas por conta de ser tão tímida que quase não conseguia conversar com outros seres humanos fora de seu círculo social confortável.

Estava tão perdida que acabou sendo pega pelos olhos do garoto e quando menos percebeu, os lábios do garoto beijavam o seu. Sua língua dominava sua boca, a fazendo se sentir molinha.

Não demorando muito para aquela sensação de “excitação feminina” surgir no meio de suas pernas. Era inocente, no entanto, não burra.

Gostava de ler. E sabia que aquilo que sentia era tesão pelo namorado. Contudo, não fazia ideia de como satisfazer toda essa sua sensação.

Quando mais nova, na famosa puberdade, até tentou várias e várias vezes brincar sozinha consigo mesma, mas nunca era satisfatório de verdade. Então ignorou isso, pois não era algo que acrescentava antigamente.

Seu quadris agora encaixados no colo do menino se remexiam sem perceber. Um das mãos apertava sua cintura com certa força, apenas a atiçando mais.

Os beijos do Lee vão descendo. Beijando todo o seu pescoço.

Um gemido involuntário saiu de seus lábios. Amava quando o seu doce namorado a beijava ali, era tãão bom, tão gostosinho!

A mão livre do menino viaja por sua nuca, logo se enrolando por seus fios. Outro gemido escapa ao sentir a gentil puxadinha que ele dá, trazendo sua cabeça para trás. Dando mais liberdade para beijar, lambe e mordiscar.

— Haechannie.. eu.. ah!

Tenta falar alguma coisa. Como se palavras fosse aliviar um pouco todo o tesão que subia, ou controlar sua buceta molhadinha que pedia por um carinho, mas que você não se ligava.

— Está tão nervosinha em meu colo, boneca.

Escuta o garoto dizer. Soltando uma risadinha por ver você meia perdida por seus beijos e carícias.

— É..é...por que..

— É por que? — te incentiva a falar, mas não para de te tortura com aqueles lábios gostosos. Soltando mais risadas maliciosas por ter você tão desastrosa, sem conseguir cogitar uma frase.

— Está tão quente.

— Minha boneca está se sentindo quentinha? — pergunta risonho, e você concorda. — Você está quentinha. — passa as mãos por seus braços. — E sua bucetinha também, não é?

— S-sim! — choraminga, se esfregando mais no colo do rapaz, mas nada aliviava.

— Você quer que eu pare com esse seu fogo, amor? — pergunta com certa malícia. — Quer que o seu Channie te ensine como relaxar sua bucetinha?

Você apenas consegue assentir com a cabeça. Com os olhos lacrimejando de tão necessitada.

Você passou muito tempo aguentando tudo isso sozinha. Hoje estava em seu auge, não queria mais ter que aguentar o seu fogo sozinha.

E já que seu amor estava tão disposto a ajudar. Não negaria um carinho.

— Vou te deixar molinha então, amor. — beija seus lábios de leve antes de se afastar e mandar. — Tira seu short, tudo bem?

Você assente. Se levantando do colo do garoto. Tirando as pressas o short molinho que costuma usar para ficar confortável na casa do seu Channie.

Sente os olhos do garoto te comendo de cima a baixo. Enquanto com os dedos desliza o short por suas pernas, ignorando a quentura nas bochechas por estar ficando pela primeira quase que nua na frente do Lee.

Se sentia aliviada por não ter usado nenhuma calcinha brega e sim uma preta normalzinha. Que podia não ser sexy, mas também não era uma bege sem graça.

— E agora?

Agarra seus joelhos. Tentando esconder sua vergonha com as pernas até a altura de seu queixo deitado nelas. No entanto, Hae Chan te conhecia muito bem. Sabia o quão se sentia envergonhada, por isso não enrolou muito para dizer: — Vem pro colinho, boneca.

E você foi. Se sentou nas pernas do seu homem.

Sua respiração ficando um pouco irregular por estar meia ansiosa.

A língua molhando os lábios que de repente secaram.

— Eu sou um homem de sorte. Você é um monumento, meu amor. — soltou, não conseguindo esconder o quanto se achava sortudo por namorar uma menina tão linda como você.

— Não fala assim. — diz baixinho, não sabendo reagir ao elogio.

Escuta a risada dele, que não demora parar. Logo as mãos do menino se dirigem até sua coxa desnuda, as apertando com uma força controlada para não machucar a bonequinha dele.

Suas mãos escorregam com vontade. Subindo por elas e logo te puxando para cima de sua ereção. Criando contato com sua bucetinha molhada, tirando um gemido de você pelo leve contato repentino.

As mãos do menino se afastam. Subindo para sua cintura, entrando por dentro de sua camisa.

— Deixa eu te dar um beijinho, princesa. — pede e você se inclina. Aproximando os rostos, ficando deitada por cima do garoto, que logo sobe as mãos para sua nuca. Tomando seus lábios.

E por incrível que pareça, ele consegue te desfazer mais.

Acompanha o beijo em completa mercê do seu homem.

Um frio subindo por sua barriga ao sentir as mãos do rapaz apertarem com vontade sua bunda. Dando um tapa que a assusta e faz dar um solavanco com o corpo, terminando de a encaixar em seu duro pau.

— Levanta o quadril, amor. — o escuta pedir com os lábios coladinhos. Você faz como pedido e sente o menino descendo seu pijama junto a cueca.

As pernas de Hae Chan chutam para longe o que sobrou no corpo. E logo voltam a se beijar.

Sua barriga contrair. Sentindo agora perfeitamente o pau babado embaixo de sua bucetinha, roçando sem cuidado. Arrancando alguns baixos gemidos.

— Estou doida para te dar uma surra de pau, boneca. Mas você ainda não está preparada. — admite baixinho. — Nossa primeira vez vai ser especial. Tem que ser, porque depois dela... — murmura baixinho, dando mordiscadas em seu pescoço, te deixando ansiosa para escutar o que ele diria a mais. — Eu não vou ter pena. Vou socar com vontade toda vez que for comer essa sua buceta gostosa.

Uma das mãos do garoto segura em seu quadril. Fazendo seu corpo deslizar por sua gorda extensão, indo para cima e para baixo.

A fala do menino, junto aos movimentos te deixa maluca de tanto tesão.

Porra, você estava amando aqueles comentários sujos.

Segura na cintura do seu Channie. Pressionando seu quadril com mais força para baixo, se sentindo tontinha com a cabecinha do caralho do menino arrastando para cima e para baixo.

— V-vai socar tudinho? — você pergunta sem vergonha.

— Vou. Vou socar até você ficar burrinha de tanto dar.

— Channie... — choraminga alto.

— Olha a voz. — fala sério, pegando em seu rosto. Fazendo seus olhos abrirem e encararem o menino. — Não quero que o meu colega de quarto te escute choramingando por causa de não aguentar uma surradinha na buceta de leve. — alerta, e ao mesmo tempo zomba de sua situação ao sorrir de lado. — Só eu posso ouvir os gemidos da minha garota.

Você coloca as mãos na boca. Tentando não ser escandalosa, porque o menino te alertou isso, mas também não a ajudou muito ao afastar para o ladinho sua calcinha e esfregar o seu caralho grosso por ali.

Simulando estocadas por dentro da calcinha.

— É demais para a putinha? — pergunta maldoso, vendo as lágrimas descendo por suas bochechas. Você concorda com a cabeça, estava tão bom. — Nada disso, amor. Tem que aguentar. Minha mulher não pode ser fraquinha, bobinha.

Deposita tapinhas de leve em seu rosto molhado. Negando com a cabeça.

Ao ver sua situação. Tomba seu corpo para o lado, ficando por cima.

Abre suas pernas todinha e arrasta mais sua calcinha para o lado. Voltando a estocar o pau todo babado por sua excitação e a dele juntos. Não te dando uma trégua ao levar o dedão até seu clitóris e começar a rodear ali.

— Tem que aguentar até o fim. Vai aguentar a boneca?

— Vou, Channie! — responde, dengosa. Agarrando com as pontas dos dedos o lençol, descontando um pouco do tesão fora do normal ali.

— Então goza no pau do seu homem, princesa.

Rodeia e soca por cima de sua bocetinha melada até te ver tremendo e revirando os olhos. Apertando com suas pernas sua cintura, não afastando o Lee até sentir suas pernas se relaxarem e caírem exausta em cima da cama.

Treme um pouco com o dedão do seu Channie passando por cima de seu clitóris, rodeando de leve. Encara o semblante malicioso do Lee, puxando os quadris para longe dele, estava tão sensível. Não aguenta mais.

E ele ao notar pergunta da maneira mais suja que podia.

— Está calminha agora?

nct dream as… / fanfiction aus 𓈒✳︎🏡

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✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love - you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ RENJUN — soulmate!au

life had been pretty much grey and dreary until you found The One. the other half everyone had been so obsessed to find. you were never big on all this stuff, because you were convinced you'd be able to live as a single half for you whole life, and don't need anyone else to feel complete. deep inside you knew that all of this is bullshit, truly, and all that was coming out of you was true bitterness and constantly ongoing unsuccessful confessions, making you believe in your delusions. with every passing second, you had to see people find their other half, while you were left to deal with the grey world you were left in, not as a choice but as fate instead. you felt like a loser, a big zero, who doesn't even deserve a soulmate. you thought you were destined to die alone, maybe compensate with something of brilliance: be a composer or a singer, write or paint something extraordinary, lord knows what, just something of importance! you were looking for yourself in every corner of the world, not for a lover or a fling, not for an other half, fully ignoring the law of attraction. it might have been some reverse psychological trick, effecting it all. and this may have been the reason behind why you had to leave that horribly boring theatre play, sneaking out and bumping into The One, who handed back your accidentally dropped bag, slowly looking into your eyes. he might have worked at the theater as he was wearing a name tag on his elegant shirt - huang renjun, it said. but it doesn't even matter, because his eyes were brown! brown! not grey, brown! everything cleared up. you did find the half - with brown eyes and a smile so bright.

✰ JENO — coffee shop!au

it was pretty much bittersweet to step foot in your favourite café: it was getting dark out there, and although the rain has stopped pouring, you got absolutley soaked to the core along the way there, rain replacing the tears on your face by then. your hair was sticking to your forehead uncomfortably, your body trembling without stopping, as you entered. the bell placed above the entrance was ringing lightly, gathering everyone's attention to you, although there wasn't too much people there except for the baristas, maybe two wandering souls, working on their laptops or reading in a cozy corner. well, maybe if it wasn't for getting dumped literal minutes ago, you wouldn't be here either, but it was still the most reasonable choice compared to going to a club or a ruin bar, gettig incredibly drunk, Plus! a good espresso might be able to clear the fog in your head, which you were in need of during this stupidly stressing period of life. you expected hyuck to greet you by the coffee machine, grinning ear to ear, as he always does when you visit between two lectures, but there was a completely new face behind the counter. it's been a long time since you've last seen a new employee here. his smile was sweet and rather warm, eyes conveying a sense of concern as you took one step closer, rubbing your eyes while getting your purse out of your pocket - you discreetly looked at his name tag, right on his black apron: lee jeno. whatta name... by then, you were way to hopeless to try and guess how the day would go, but life had to surprise you, fate deciding funnily against all odds: next to your cup of coffee, there was a napkin, hiding a telephone number on it, messily written down with a short message as well: "would you go out on a date with me, darling? :)"

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?

✰ JAEMIN — photographer!au

when jaemin brought up the idea of making the last parts of his portfolio with you (which basically means about you), you were a little bit skeptic at first. you loved jaemin dearly, since he was a really understanding friend, but... you were simply terrified of cameras. you didn't really like the idea of being captured at all, you hated looking back at yourself on pictures taken of you, and you couldn't even think about how high quality his pictures would be with that hyper super machine, focused on all the little flawed details of your face that you absolutely despised. no, you couldn't even bear the idea of this whole project, and you stood by this decision of yours, jaemin waiting patiently the whole time, not pushing it too hard. since he wanted to work with you no matter what, giving up on his plan wouldn't be too typical of him - the fight didn't last long but it was pretty heated, him highlighting so many known things that needed to be said finally: it's childish how you reflect on yourself, and your delusions stop you from way too many things. the way he said straight into your face how beautiful he thinks you are, inside and outside, and that he wants the whole world to know how ethereal you are, made you tear up a little - especially when he said his heart breaks every time you speak so lowly of yourself. he truly thinks you're the modern manifestation of aphrodite, that you are his own venus, the muse of him, someone he can adore... that he's way too in love with you to let go of this, and-; the kiss you gave him was short, yet gave him exact answers. answers to hundreds and thousand of unsaid questions he kept hidden in himself for years and years on end.

✰ CHENLE — blind date!au

you clearly didn’t brace yourself for this whole fiasco proposed by donghyuck himself, foolishly believing his reasonings behind how perfect of a matchmaker he is. of course you knew that what he way saying was partly stupid, plus you were like a seventy percent sure he wasn't even sober when he set up a blind date during that omnious frat party he wasn't invited to. you didn't have to worry or anything, that's just how you were - overly anxious of such things, even if you weren't meeting a psychopath. you were only a bit vary of the awkwardness this whole new experience would bring, both of you rushing home way too soon from the date, trying to forget about it as soon as possible. these misconceptions about how the night would go stayed straight until you stopped in front of the restaurant to wait for your - then late already - date. you were a little nervous he stood you up, and you got yourself into the most beautiful piece of clothing from you wardrobe for nothing, but it was worth it, looking back at it, as zhong chenle arrived and you two simply just... clicked? automatically? not to mention you two decided to leave the place after the hors d'oeuvre, since you both found the place a little too fancy at that moment, going to a simple ice cream parlor instead, taking a walk in the park after, talking about anything and everything that came to mind: family, politics, movies and the most embarrassing memories from your childhood came up too, as you couldn't help but laugh at how chenle dropped his ice cream cone on the ground, while he simultaneously promised you that he wouldn't drop the cone on the next date - and you smiled, so happily.

✰ JISUNG — secret admirer!au

you were head over heels for jisung and his undying love for dancing. but, thinking a bit deeper about it, while writing that foolish, teenager like love letter for him, forced into the role of his secret admirer, there were much more of those things that made you feel head over heels for the boy: he showed you what persistence was, he spent the whole of his youth with you, and he wasn't afraid to spend the rest of his life with you, helping you out anytime you're in need of it, since he couldn't not do that as you "best friend". he couldn't be evil with you, he was never able to leave you and he couldn't even envision a future in which you weren't by his side. but the border he made up between the two of you, was never crossed - you two were friends, not more, not less. you were so torn deep inside, as you were helpless, being in the never ending limbo you would rather push forward, but he kept on tugging it backwards; the idea of writing letters was originally from your mother, who had enough of your obvious agony. she was positive you would write every feeling of yours out, making it easier as time goes by. their number kept growing, however, one letter becoming a dozen soon enough, maybe even more in the meantime, while not writing a name on any of them, referring to yourself only as a mere secret admirer. they suddenly disappeared from the bottom of your drawer one day, though, realizing way too late that the ringing phone in your pocket was in fact park jisung, the picture of him taking up the screen of your mobile - did he know?

Até os Fuckboys têm coração ❤️

Pairing: Haechan universitário e leitora universitária

Notas: É aquilo né, tava com aquela ideia, e acho que seria bom compartilhar com a comunidade cadelinhas do haechan. Principalmente pra querida @sunshyni ❤️o vídeo é esse aqui. Aproveitem 🙂 [não revisado]

Haechan era um nome conhecido pelos campus da Universidade Neo, você nunca tinha o visto de fato, mas todas as meninas falavam sobre ele. Típico fuckboy que pega todas sem se preocupar com o dia de amanhã, e você sabia bem que não era esse o tipo de problemas que gostaria de atrair, então decidiu desde o dia 1, que ficaria longe dele.

Um plano simples que funcionou bem até. Você seguiu sua vida, focou nos estudos, conheceu pessoas legais, e escutava as fofocas sobre Lee Haechan, e ficava inacreditada que mesmo sabendo sobre o jeitinho dele, elas continuam a cair no papinho do menino. Tudo estava lindo, estava dando certo, até que o universo decidiu que todo seu esforço seria em vão.

Um trabalho para a matéria de Estudos Literários, que era preciso ser em grupo, você se juntou a Karina e Ningning, que por acaso eram amigas do menino em questão. Não seria um problema, na verdade nem tinha pensado sobre, mas enquanto as três andavam pelo campus marcando sobre quando, onde e como fariam o trabalho, até uma risada alta chamar atenção das três.

O som veio da direção de dois carrinhos de golfe que eram controlados por dois rapazes, um moreno de boné e jaqueta rosa acompanhando por um menino que usava o camisa de algum time de basquete e o cabelo moreno claro, e no outro carrinho um menino de cabelo rosa, e roupas que não conseguiu ver, e seu companheiro moreno com uma jardineira branca e camisa tie dye.

Os que dirigiam os carrinhos o faziam em direções opostas, e os dois que estavam do lado de fora, se esticavam para se comprimentarem. Você não pode ver o rapaz de camisa tie dye, mas o de uniforme de basquete é de tirar o fôlego! Ele tinha alguma coisa extremamente atraente, e a forma como ele se sentou no carrinho olhando para sua direção.

— Que idiotas! — Karina zomba assistindo a cena. Você se viro para ela curiosa.

— Conhecem eles?

— Infelizmente sim — Ningning responde cruzando os braços e fazendo uma careta, ela explica que o de cabelo colorido é Chenle e ele cursa economia junto ao rapaz da jardineira que se chama Mark, e os outros dois, Haechan (camisa de basquete) e Jeno (jaqueta rosa) cursam marketing, e de alguma forma, todos eram amigos das meninas.

Tentando ignorar esse novo fator, você segue em frente tentando esquecer também a cena do carrinho de golfe co modo como Haechan pareceu te olhar, mas não pôde negar que finalmente entendeu porque as meninas ainda caíam no seu charme.

...

Por algum motivo depois daquele dia, você viu Hoechan muito mais que nos últimos semestres. Ele estava em todos os lugares, uma vez indo até uma de suas aulas e se sentando no cadeira vazia a sua direita. Karina e Ningning que estavam a sua esquerda se viram pra ele, assim como você, estupefatas com a nova presença.

— O que faz aqui? — Karina investiga o amigo. Haecham se acomoda na cadeira, e a olha como se a garota fosse completamente maluca.

— Vim estudar, não é isso que se faz na faculdade? —Seu tom era de deboche, e infelizmente foi muito atraente da parte dele. Haechan sorri de lado pro você, que entra em pânico interno, com o coração acelerado, mas determinada a ficar longe de problemas,não demonstra apenas erguendo sua sobrancelha. — Qual seu nome?

— Haechan você cursa marketing! — Ningning argumenta, o fazendo a olhar sério, como se ele tivesse uma motivação de verdade para estar ali.

—Dizem que não se pode negar educação pra ninguém, porque querem começar logo comigo?! — Enquanto reclamava, Haechan falava com biquinho, o que te fez rir, um movimento cem por cento errado, uma vez que só chamou mais atenção do moreno.

Depois daquele dia ele ainda apareceu na biblioteca onde faziam trabalho. Tanta movimentação por parte do rapaz chamou atenção das suas duas amigas, que insistiam que ele estava a fim de você, e que por conta disso de tinha parado de correr atrás das outras garotas.

A ideia era estapafúrdia mas ele continuava a aparecer. Até que em um dia cansada de tanta negação, Ningning puxa Haechan para seu lado, e o pressiona:

— Você está afim da s/n, sim ou não? — apesar de ter ficado sem graça, Haechan te olha e você sente suas bochechas ficarem vermelhas

— Tô, tô sim — o sorriso dele te tira o fôlego, e Ningning sorri convencida que estava certa, e como queria ter apostado dinheiro com isso.

— Ótimo, vocês dois podem sair hoje a noite -sua amiga combina ignorando completamente não só sua presença, mas também sua tentativa de impedir aquilo — você passa lá em casa pra buscar ela.

— Por mim tudo bem, mas eu vou sair só com ela né? — dessa vez ele olha pra você, e ele e sua amiga esperam uma resposta sua, que não vê como consegue negar, então aceita.

...

Infelizmente Haechan não é só bonito e charmoso. Ele também é legal, engraçado, gentil, e tinha uma bela mistura de sarcasmo e ironia que não o faziam ser chato, mas ainda mais atraente.

Ele te levou para um parque de diversões, ganhou pelúcias, uma tiara de tigrinho pra ele e pra você, porque vocês tinham que combinar. Te fez ir na montanha russa apesar dos dois estarem com medo, por que seria uma coisa especial pros dois.

— Vem cá, por que eu só fiquei sabendo que uma princesa como você existia esses dias? — Lee pergunta quando será sentam para comer uma batatinha frita com ketchup. Estavam sentados vocês e o grande elefante que ele te dera entre os dois.

— Primeiro: "uma princesa como você" ? É por isso que todas as garotas se apaixonam? — você zomba da escolha de palavras do rapaz que acaba rindo com você (e talvez, só talvez, você tenha gostado de o fazer rir) — e segundo: foi mais uma coisa voluntária mesmo...

— Defina "voluntário", por favor — as sobrancelhas do rapaz se erguem em confusão, e você resolve brincar com as batatas e evitar seu olhar.

— Quando se tem rumores de um cara gatão que só atrai e não se atrai, você meio que sabe que é uma boa ficar de fora...— explica dando de ombros.

— hum... então você me acha gatão? — Haechan solta em tom brincalhão, movendo as sobrancelhas. Enquanto ria você percebe como ele se aproximou e estava quase te beijando, mas em um pânico você coloca o elefante na frente.

...

— Como assim não vai pra festa do Mark?

Você pergunta para Lee Haechan que tinha se jogado no seu sofá. Mark estava dando mais uma de suas milhares festas, mas seu...Haechan não queria ir de jeito nenhum.

— Você vai? — o rapaz que agora está com os cabelos pretos ergue a cabeça pra te olhar quando você aproxima. Ele sentado no sofá ergue a mão para segurar sua cintura e você acaricia seus fios, observando seus olhos pedintes, de quem já implorou pra você ir na festa com ele milhares de vezes.

— Pra ver 50 a sua esquerda se jogando pra você e 50 a sua direita recebendo sua atenção? Não, obrigada!

Depois do melhor encontro forçado que já teve, você acabou se aproximando de Haechan e agora vocês dois têm uma relação... se beijam e se pegam por aí, mas não tem nada sério.

— Eu já falei mil vezes meu amor, — quando você se senta ao lado dele no sofá, o moreno joga seus braços e pernas em cima de você e começou a falar com aquela voz manhosa dele — eu quero você, e só você!

E apesar das palavras e de o ter sempre ao seu lado, você simplesmente não conseguia acreditar nele. Teve amigas que acreditaram em caras como ele, e se arrependeram amargamente, e claro que não queria ser igual a elas.

— Você não acredita né? — Haechan indaga fazendo biquinho, e você suspira explicando mais uma vez a situação, mas ele simplesmente não comprava sua justificativa. — Tudo bem, então vamos pra festa, e você vai ver, como eu tô gamado na sua! — e pra pontuar o que diz, Haechan puxa seu rosto contra o dele, e te beija tirando seu fôlego, e acelerando seu coração.

Acostumada com o efeito do Lee sob você, acaba aceitando o convite e vai pra tal festa. Pensou que assim que chegassem, Haechan te largaria, mas pelo contrario ele te segurou pela cintura e saiu cumprimentando todos e te apresentando como "minha s/n".

Quando se aproximaram de Karina e NingNing que estavam com o resto do grupo de amigos, elas começaram a se cutucar rindo e apontando pra vocês dois.

—Olha só se não é o novo casal da Universidade Neo! — Chenle brinca te entregando uma garrafa de cerveja, conforme você rola os olhos, mas aceita a bebida.

—Ouvi por aí que o Haechan anda chamando ela de "Minha S/n" —Karina adiciona mais fogo na brincadeira.

— Já que ela não me deixa falar que é minha mulher, minha esposa, minha dona...—haechan reclama colocando o braço sob seus ombros, mas deixando um monte de beijos na sua têmpora, te fazendo corar.

Felizmente pra você os meninos arrastaram ele pra um jogo de beer pong, te deixando pra conversar com as meninas, e...Mark.

— Olha eu sei que você não acredita — o moreno começa a falar — e acredite, eu sei por que ele não para de chorar que você não acredita no amor dele e tals — ele diz rolando os olhos e você ri por que consegue ver Haechan realmente fazendo isso — mas ele não desgruda de você, faz tudo por você, só fala de você, e o mais importante, não fica com ninguém além de você!

Você paralisa escutando o rapaz, e observando Haechan de longe. Lee jogava animado, mas virava pra te olhar praticamente de cinco em cinco segundos, sorrindo e jogando charme.

— Pelo bem dos nossos ouvidos — Karina segura seu braço e te olha pedinte — por favor o tire desse tormento!

Ao final daquela noite, enquanto saíam, Haechan comenta com o grupo "Vou levar minha S/n pra casa", quando você faz uma careta o que o preocupa levemente. Você o olha de cima à baixo cruzando os braços "Pensei que eu fosse sua mulher".

Pode ter demorado um pouco pra fixa cair, mas assim que Hechan entende o que quer dizer, voa pra cima de você, com as comemorações dos seus amigos ao fundo.

Mutano!Hyuck Headcanon

Hyuck!Mutano x Leitora!Ravena | Sobre: Como seria se em um universo alternativo você fosse a ravena, e Haechan Mutano...| Avisos: Desculpa, é só mais um surto meu com o Haechan. Participações de outros membros (e karina do Aespa e tambem do MinHo do Shinee) como outros heróis; Menções a acontecimentos das histórias originais; Menção a demônios (e semi demônios, eu acho...😇); Menção a machucados, capturas, e lutas, mas literalmente nada descrito. | Enjoy 😘

Mutano!Hyuck que entrou na equipe antes de você;

Mutano!Hyuck que não desgrudou os olhos de você, desde quando Asa Noturna!Jeno te apresentou pra todos;

Mutano! Hyuck que passou o primeiro mês desconfiado por você ser muito quieta e privativa;

Mutano!Hyuck que invadiu seu quarto é quase desmaiou quando viu a nada colorida decoração e que levou uma almofadada e foi expulso no susto pela sua forma semi demoníaca

Mutano!Hyuck que ficou longe de você por quase uma semana

Mutano!Hyuck que levou um peteleco do KidFlash!Chenle quando não parava de falar de você

Mutano!Hyuck que não sabia que toda vez que seu coração batia forte, suas mãos suavam e suas bochechas coravam quando você interagia com ele eram uma paixonite, e jurava que era receio (ele foi obrigado por todos a parar de falar que tinha medo de você)

Mutano!Hyuck que não pensou duas vezes em te proteger, quando durante uma batalha você estava muito ocupada com um vilão específico e não viu seu campanha vindo atrás de você

Mutano!Hyuck que não esperava que o tal capanga tivesse uma arma tão forte e acabou seriamente machucado

Mutano!Hyuck que em seu estado de pouca consciência até viu você se soltar um pouquinho a mais no capanga e no vilão, terminando a luta matando todos brutalmente...mas pensou que fossem delírios

Mutano!Hyuck que acordou no meio da noite enfaixado, grogue e com você dormindo em uma cadeira ao seu lado

Mutano!Hyuck que percebeu o quão linda você é, e que passaria por coisa pior pra te proteger. O verdinho decidiu naquela noite, que se aproximaria de você, custe o que custar

Mutano!Hyuck que não saia mais do seu pé. Ele começou a soltar piadas sem graça, flertes sem noção, tentava puxar conversa...

Mutano!Hyuck que percebeu o quanto gostava das suas reviradas de olhos, os "cala a boca", e até quando você o ameaçava mostrar sua parte demônia de novo (o que ele pode fazer? Seus quatro olhos vermelhos sangue eram pura paixão, gatinha!)

Mutano!Hyuck que assim que viu suas bochechas coradas depois dele te chamar de "gatinha" não parou mais

Mutano!Hyuck que quase morreu de vergonha quando você o pegou dançado blackpink com KidFlash!Chenle e Flash!MinHo

Mutano!Hyuck que foi o primeiro a apoiar a ideia do Cyborg!Johnny de que os Titãs tinham que ir pra balada nova no final da rua

Mutano!Hyuck que quase infartou quando te viu não só sem sua costumeira capa, pela primeira vez, mas quando viu como o vestido preto que a Estelar!Karina fez você vestir

Mutano!Hyuck que passou a noite babando nas suas pernas, e que mesmo com você ameaçando chutar as bolas dele, ele apenas sorriu e disse "seria uma honra, gatinha!"

Mutano!Hyuck que odiou ver você rindo com o Asa Noturna!Jeno ele nem é tão engraçado assim! Por que raios você estaria rindo de alguma coisa que ele disse, sendo que nunca riu de uma das piadas que ele, Hyuck te conta?! E que no final da noite quase transformou em um Tigre pra pegar o perdedor que estava claramente flertando com você

Mutano!Hyuck que mandou uma pizza em forma de coração para o seu quarto quando chegaram à Torre. Ele deixou um bilhetinho, com o desenho de um Tigre arrependido, com um balãozinho de fala, pedindo desculpas

Mutano!Hyuck que não percebeu como você acabou gostando da sua insistência, por que ninguém nunca tinha insistido por alguém como ela

Mutano!Hyuck que em uma festa do Batman acabou conversando com Terra!Yeji e não percebeu o quanto isso te desagradou

Mutano!Hyuck que achou que Asa Noturna!Jeno estava zoando com a cara dele, quando o moreno tentou o avisar sobre seu estado de mal humor com a nova relação

Mutano!Hyuck que só acreditou quando depois de sem querer chamar a garota de "gatinha", viu uma sombra negra derramar a bebida escura na roupa da garota (assim que aconteceu, sua primeira reação foi olhar em volta, e assim que viu um par de olhos vermelhos brilhando no canto da sala) e seu coração começou a bater mais forte

Mutano!Hyuck que te encontrou bebendo no terraço sozinho, e achou que seria uma boa ideia ir te cutucar. O rapaz que surgiu na sua frente saltitante, te provocando por gostar dele e não assumir, saiu da festa completamente molhado em água, mas com um sorriso enorme no rosto

Mutano!Hyuck que se odiou e se culpou quando você foi capturada pelo seu próprio pai

Mutano!Hyuck que perdeu a cabeça quando te viu fraca

Mutano!Hyuck que foi o primeiro a te salvar do cativeiro, e sentiu seu mundo cair quando viu seu estado de fraqueza e machucados, e que com toda delicadeza do mundo te pegou nos seus braços e te carregou até a torre

Mutano!Hyuck que cuidou de você até você voltar ao normal

Mutano!Hyuck que quase não percebeu que você colou o bilhetinho do Tigre no espelho da sua peteadeira

Mutano!Hyuck que não descolada mais de você, mas que agora só é chutado quando ultrapassa seus limites de paciência

Mutano!Hyuck que sentiu o mundo parar, quando viu você de branco. A roupa clara que ele sabia que tinha um significado enorme pra você, fez você brilhar ainda mais aos seus olhos

Mutano!Hyuck que se tornou oficialmente seu namorado, e que quando se junta a você em batalha, se tornam uma dupla imbatível, e quando estão fora dela, se tornam um casal de orgulho para seus pais Asa Noturna!Jeno e Estelar!Karina ❤️

"Coisas de Dançarino..." Haechan

Lee Haechan!Dançarino X Leitora!Dançarina

Avisos: Provocações infantis, linguagem imprópria (desculpa não sei o que colocar 😬 )

Notas: Então né gente, Surtos da meia noite que só saem no outro dia... Era pra ser uma coisa, acabei focando em outra, e quando era pra sair melhor o que eu planejei saiu bem meia boca, mas no final tudo junto até que deu certo (eu acho). Acho que é isso, boa leitura! ☺️

P. S: Será se devo postar o que imaginei, mesmo que seja pequeno?

Dividers by: @cafekitsune 🩷 (love your work!)

S/n e hee Donghyunk são nomes conhecidos pelos alunos da Universidade Neo. Os dois são os alunos em destaque do curso de dança, sendo constantemente vistos com suas roupas de ensaio (que por algum acaso ninguém entende como tais peças horríveis parecem incríveis em vocês), fones nos ouvidos, e bolsas repletas de remédios em diversas Formas.

Vocês entraram na Universidade no mesmo ano, porém no começo do curso nunca se cruzaram, foi apenas no segundo semestre que, para a alegria de todas as almas fofoqueiros que também estudam em Neo vocês se cruzaram na aula do Sr. Jordan de "Danças urbanas". Seus amigos em comum, Sabiam quetal encontro poderia ser a melhor coisa do mundo, ou o encontqqro mais desastroso do mundo!

— Eu voto na segunda opção. — Huang Renjun comenta distraído enquanto coloca sua bolsa no canto da sala. Seus outros amigos reclamam alegando que ele estava os amaldiçoando. — Vocês falam como se não conhecessem os dois, eu só estou sendo realista!

E o rapaz não estava errado. Logo nos primeiros minutos de aula se estranharam, pois de acordo com Hyuck você estava no lugar "dele", e de acordo com você "isso é ridículo" e que "não estavam na quinta série". Por conta disso o moreno passou a aula toda tentando te provocar o que te deixou surpresa com tanta infantilidade, mas sem o deixar sem uma resposta (e por conta disso, Huang recebeu olhares feios dos amigos).

Com um encontro tão marcante, vocês passaram a se provocar em toda e qualquer oportunidade que tinham, e passaram a ter muitas, oportunidades, agora que não só dividem três aulas, mas também se encontram com seus outros amigos. E por sua vez, a patota já não aguentaram mais suas provocações e reclamações.

"Você acredita que ela chegou meia hora antes da aula só pra ficar no meu lugar?! Meia hora Jeno!"

"Karina eu juro por Deus! Aquele garoto pediu pro desligar o ar condicionado, só porque ele não ficou no canto! Karina agente tá no verão! São quase 40 graus na sombra!"

Mas haviam coisas que nenhum dos dois poderia negar: Vocês possuiam beleza e talento. Talvez por esses motivos, mesmo não se gostando, não conseguiam reclamar quando eram colocados como dupla nos exercícios. Mesmo os estilos diferentes, vocês se completavam: quando Hyuck focava nos movimentos da parte superior do corpo, você chamava atenção para os membros inferiores; quando ele abusava das isolações e bopings, você realizava os mesmos passos com mais fluidez; e claro, sempre adicionavam detalhes de acordo com seus estilos,ele abusando do hiphop New School, e você com os elementos Old School.

Quem se aproveita dos constantes embates são os outros alunos da Universidade, que sempre colocaram mais lenha na Fogueira, inventando e aumentando histórias sobre os dois. Por isso você sempre evitava ir à festas principalmente quando sabia que Hyuck estaria Lá. Porém era final de semestre você precisava relaxar, e deixar Ningning e Chenle te convencer à ir a festa de Yeri pode não ter sido a melhor decisão (na realidade foi a primeira má decisão de uma longa sequência de mais decisões!).

Vestindo sua melhor roupa, decidiu ignorar a aura maçante de Donghyuck, que estava empenhado em levar uma pobre garota para seu covil, e foi tomar seu primeiro drink com suas amigas... depois o segundo... o décimo... o décimo... quinto?... Bom drinks suficientes para dançar com Hyuck sem nenhuma remarcação irônica ou sarcástica. Apenas você e um Haechan bem gostoso em seus jeans preto Skinny, camisa de botões - também preta-, que você percebeu estar com os dois últimos botões abertos, e aquela jaqueta ridicula preta dele.

Porque raios ele tinha que ficar tão bem vestindo assim?

Porque raios ele tinha que usar o cabelo desse jeito?

Porque raios ele tinha que ser tão cheiroso?

Porque raios ele tinha que falar no seu ouvido para o encontrar no banheiro?

Mesmo tentando, não consegue tirar do cabeça o modo como o moreno te prensava contra a porta com seu próprio corpo, mãos te apalpando firme enquanto seu quadril rodava contra o seu, e os lábios macios do rapaz roubavam todo o ar dos seus pulmões, explorando sua boca como se ele tivesse esperado por tempo demais para te beijar. Quando fecha os olhos consegue escutar voz abafada da Doja Cat que tocava na Festa, misturada com a respiração pesada que dividiam no banheiro, e claro, os gemidos que Hyuck soltava contra sua pele enquanto te marcava, mas também os gemidos roucos que eram proferidos contra sua boca quando você o pegava de surpre sa puxando os Frios de cabelo do rapaz.

É claro que a fofoca que "S/n E Haechan se pegaram forte no banheiro da Yeri" não demorou muito para se proliferar, e você não tar dou em rebater alegando ser mentira, o que não só causou uma dúvida coletivo sobre o que é mentira ou verdade na sua relação, mas também resultou em um Lee Doughyuck incrédulo e Frustrado na porta do seu dormitório. E sem muito esforço, esse mesmo Hyuck te fez engolir não só suas desculpas ("Não significou nada", "A gente tava bebado!"), mas tam bém seu pau.

Na semana seguinte foi você quem bateu no dormitório do rapaz reclamar de uma de suas gracinhas, e claro o fazer calar o boca sentando nele.

Mas mesmo com a mudança secreta e confusa na relação dos dois, suas interações provocativas pareciam ter se intensificado. Até porque sabiam que quanto mais provocações, mais orgasmos tinham. E para Lee essa é melhor preliminar do mundo!

— Vocês tão transando? — Jeno pergunta para vocês dois quando finalmente chegam na pizzaria, claro se provocando. A mesa todo encara o rapaz em silêncio, completamente chocados. Mas logo irrompem em lamúrias abismadas.

— Credo! Por que disse isso? — Renjun indaga, incrivelmente indignado.

— O que? Vocês não perceberam? — Jeno olha a mesa toda mas todos apenas o encaram como se fosse louco. — Os dois tão se provocando mais que nunca, sempre chegam ou saem ao mesmo tempo... sem contar do rumor da festa da Yeri! - Jeno apontou seus fatos.

— Jeno querido... — Ningning chama sua atenção — Cê tá chapado?

— Porque você juntou essas palavras, cara?! - Karina reclama, e a mesa toda começou o atacar, menos você eHaechan que ficam em silencio sorrindo um para o outro. Não que alguém além do já encrencado Jeno tenha percebido.

Com as aulas voltando, o ritmo ficou mais pesado e intenso dificultando para você e Hyuck. Porém sempre podiam usar os "ensaios extras", onde alternavam entre dançar, se pegar, conversar e voltar tudo de novo. E apesar de começar a gostar de verdade um do outro, ambos concordaram em não estar prontos para assumirem e firmar algo (pelo menos você, porquê Lee estava pronto pra se declarar na segunda noite que tiveram juntos).

Mas em um ensaio informal, algumas meninas estavam se jogando para o moreno, que por sua vez parecia amar a tenção. O bicho verde do ciúmes te cega. Ignorando o presença dos resto dos seus amigos, você coloca "Finesse" do Bruno Mars e caminha até o moreno.

Haechan te observa enquanto se aproxima, e meu Deus, só uma encarada sua, foi o suficiente pre o deixar arrepiado. Você o puxa até o centro da sala, e não tem ninguém ali que não esteja os olhando.

A coreografia é energética, e apesar do conceito parecer alegre, os movimentos são bem sensuais. Com os corpos próximos você consegue o provocar ondulado Seu corpo com o dele, mas sem o encostar, fazendo com que o moreno gruna frustrado. Para logo na sequência Hyuck se aproveitar do modo como se arqueia e rebola para de fato roçar sua virilha na sua bunda. Mesmo que milimetricamente afastados, o moreno não parava de a encarar, deixando o corpo seguir instintivamente, só para aproveitar não só a visão de você dançando perfeitamente, mas também saborear o seu modo de marcar seu território. O que Lee considerava ver a coisa mais sexy do mundo.

Quando a música acaba, vocês estão parados ofegantes, o rapaz segura sua cintura firme, encarando sua boca - te fazendo lembrar da noite no banheiro- considerando se podia te beijar, mas é você quem o faz, o puxando pela nuca tomando os lábios alheios nos seu. Quando se afasta, morde o lábio do garoto que grune.

— Meu. — é tudo o que diz.

— Sim Senhora! — é tudo o que ele diz, antes de te abraçar ete atacar de beijinhos. Tentando escapar de Haechan, vê as meninas em um misto de choque e decepção, e então seus amigos entregando dinheiro para Jeno, no que você descobriu ver o pagamento de uma certa oposta.