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so i uh posted three new imagines one soulmate!au with haechan, one doyoung fluff and one taeyong fluff. I will be getting to the request i have in my inbox and I’ve also reopened my request. Next should be cuddling with chenle, morning after with ten and coffee shop au with ten. thanks for all the support! send me in more request here or dm it to me on my Twitter on @/heavenlyjaehyun

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pairings: lee donghyuck x street racer!reader

details:fem!reader, strangers to enemies to lovers??, fake dating!au, rich!reader, some reader x lee jeno + reader x kang seulgi, the reader is anything but straight lmao

genre/s:romance, angst, suggestive

warnings:explicit language, suggestive content, mentions of sex, suggestive humor, mental health struggles, usage of drugs, alcohol consumption, smoking, illegal doings

word count: tba

synopsis:in a world where you thought money gave you permission to walk away from everything that wasn’t perfect, you try finding your way out of an imperfect love story

a/n:i dont have my laptop with me to add links to my bio so here’snavigation

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The night is dark, noxious; though, it’s nowhere near dull. Brightly colored city lights, many people sauntering all around; eager to arrive wherever are heavily present. Myeongdong is usually hectic and dynamic whether it’s 3 pm under the sunlight, or 3 am past midnight.

You’ve always preferred nighttime over daytime. You’ve cried more under the moonlight than sunlight. You’ve laughed more, loved more.

And Lee Donghyuck is no different as he’s present near you, body pressed onto the windows as his head slightly hangs outside. A single cigarette is in between his fingers, occasionally making its way towards his parted lips.

“Let’s date.” Is what slips in between his lips after putting down the cigarette which previously sat between his lips, taking you by surprise.

“What?” You reply, a slight chuckle following along as your head tilts towards his direction.

“I mean, let’s pretend to date. Didn’t Jeno just dump you?” He asks, not exactly expecting a proper response.

“Couldn’t you find a better word?” You reply, referring to the word “dump”.

“Even if i accept, what will you gain?” You continue.

“Let’s just say you intrigue me.”

You laugh once again.

“Deal.”

water fountain

pairings: lee donghyuck x reader, na jaemin x reader

genre/s:suggestive, angst

warnings: suggestive content

word count: 0.8k

a/n: a little surprise lolol, hope you enjoy!

tags:@neowritingsnet@czennienet@kpopscape@nct-writers@culture-cafe@ultkpopnetwork

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Stars glow bewitchingly under the noxious night, enchanting anyone under its gleam. In the serenade of late night’s dim glimmer, the stars act as a choir; singing in infinite patterns.

The extravagant Chevrolet Corvette stays parked exquisite, allowing heads to steal glances as it appears deluxe; proving that luxury is a definite thief of scrutiny.

Graciously, Donghyuck grabs you by the hips; pulling your delicate body in as you fall breathlessly onto his figure. The Lee catches your plumped lips in his after brief departure, despising any loss of physical contact. He repeatedly leaves honeyed whispers into your ear, allowing your breath to get stuck up your throat in bewilderment.

Donghyuck holds your body tighter inside his arms, guiding your body towards the Chevrolet Corvette’s back seat as it is more spacious in comparison to the passenger seat.

Your hands find their way towards his soft locks, plunking them eagerly as your lips move together messily; not exactly in concurrence. Donghyuck’s hands continuously travel on your exquisitely breathtaking body, feeling every inch of it on top of his own.

“My phone-” You whisper breathily as the bothersome noise of your phone ringing agitates you both. Donghyuck lets out a groan in grievance, stretching out his arm in order to reach for your phone; acknowledging that it could be extensive.

“Who is it?” You ask as he stares at the caller id, letting out a chuckle afterwards.

“Na is calling, cute.” Donghyuck states as a smile out of mockery commences to play on his face.

“Did you have a date or something?” He questions gravelly, dropping your phone onto the passenger seat as his lips find their way back onto yours.

You throw your head back as his lips come in contact with your bare neck, one of his hands rests on your hip as the other fiddles with the hem of your top.

You hardly succeed in letting out a “Yeah” since Donghyuck’s lips sucking on your neck don’t exactly allow you to put together meaningful words.

“You’re bad.” Donghyuck whispers on top of your lips as he reaches towards your phone once again, switching it to silent mode.

“Tell me about it.” You roll your eyes, stating one last time before the phone is long forgotten.

The two of you focus all of your attention on each other for the night inside the Chevrolet Corvette, bodies pressed tightly onto each other. You feel exceedingly captivated by the burnette, much more than you would like to admit. From the way his body delicately dances on top of yours to the way your name easily slips between his lips. Everything about Lee Donghyuck is more than enchanting and you seem to lose yourself under his spell even more as time passes, melting into every touch.

Though, things don’t feel as euphoric for the Na. A bouquet of dazzling red roses sit loosely inside his grip, about to fall any moment. Jaemin stands still in front of a water fountain, the water fountain you had told him to meet up with you just hours prior.

His expression is dull, no emotion seems visible yet he feels as though tears can stream down his face any second if someone ever slightly touches his figure.

Na Jaemin is absolutely broken. He blames himself for falling in so deep to the point where he has no idea how to get up.

You were the one who reached out. You were the one who told him to wait for you by the water fountain, where you had first confessed your love for him.

Oh, Jaemin swears that he would give up anything and everything to go back to those times. To the times where you visibly held so much adoration for him. To the times when his love received some type of reaction, some type of response.

I guess this is the reality of life, he whispers the bitter truth to himself as the tears he had been holding in for so long finally escape his eyes, coming in contact with his cheeks.

By now, Na Jaemin drops the bouquet made of alluring red roses onto the ground. He is crying, he really is crying because of you. The Na feels pathetic, absolutely pathetic. Yet he can’t seem to help it. He can’t seem to put a stop to the tears falling from his eyes.

That day, his hope gets destroyed. His plans of confessing the amount of adoration he holds for you get crashed.

Na Jaemin couldn’t tell you he loved you by the water fountain, though his tears sure were an accompaniment to the water falling out of the fountain.

After all, water fountains are always crying. How could he have expected to live through a pleasant experience with you in front of a broken water fountain?

[3.05 pm] Sitting on some random seat, close enough to be able to see Donghyuck MCing for this year’s ISAC, you couldn’t help but smile lovingly at the sight of your nervous boyfriend looking at the crowd in search of you and sighing when he finds you, sending you a small -and unnoticeable- wink.

Strawberries and cigarretes || Lee Donghyuck

A/N: photos are not mine, non idol!au inspired by a troye sivan song, probably kinda bad cuz i was in a rush but i couldnt get this idea out of my mind all day so here it is enjoy xx

Remember when we first met?

You said, “Light my cigarette”

So I lied to my mum and dad I jumped the fence and I ran

But we couldn’t go very far

Cause you locked your keys in your car

So you sat and stared at my lips

And I could already feel your kiss

You met Donghyuck, or Haechan as he preferred to be called, on a Tuesday morning in school. You knew ofhim and ofthe things he did and sometimes you talked to him in class, but you didn’t really know who he really was. You didn’t really have to know much about him to understand the kid was trouble, from his black leather jacket to the million broken hearts he was responsible for breaking, you were pretty sure you didn’t want to associate yourself with him. In fact, you didn’t really want to associate yourself with anyone. You were a pretty closed up person and you found making friends pretty difficult so for the most part you found yourself hanging out by yourself at the back of the school. So that’s where you were on that Tuesday morning, waiting for the lunch hour to pass while looking at the peaceful, blue sky when you heard footsteps from behind you and and someone plopping down next to you. No one really hung around the back of the school so you got startled at the sudden arrival and you turned to see who the person was, when you saw Haechan sheepishly grinning at you while mumbling “Sorry, I just needed a breather I hope that’s okay with you.”

You nodded quickly, too intimidated to actually say anything and faced the front again. None of you actually tried to break the silence that existed between you, both of you too consumed in your own thoughts and busy enjoying the peaceful environment. That was until Haechan spoke up, nudging you softly with his elbow making you turn and look at him once again.

“Hey Y/N, can you maybe light my cigarette?” He asked softly, taking you by surprise both at the request and at the sudden realization that Haechan was breathtaking. You of course, knew that Haechan was one of the most handsome guys in school, the number of girls swooning over him being the receipt, but you never had the chance to admire his face from up close. And with the way the light fell on his face, you could finally understand why he had all those girls following him all those school years. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He said chuckling.

“What? Oh right, sorry. U-um I don’t actually smoke so…” You trailed off, looking at him apologetically, “You know, you should stop smoking though, it’s bad for your health and totally gross.” You said, furrowing your brows and snatching the cigarette Haechan had just placed between his lips, away from him.

“Oh? And who are you to tell me what to do?” He said, smirking, one of his eyebrows raised like he was questioning you. You scoffed and turned away from him again, blushing before mumbling, “I’m just stating facts.” You could hear him chuckling from beside you before he suddenly said, “This place sucks want to get out of here?”

“You mean as in skip school?” You asked shocked. “No way, first of all my parents will kill me and second of all I barely know you, why would I want to skip school with you?” You raised your eyebrow while crossing your hands over your chest. “For all I know, you could be a killer.”

“Oh c'mon Y/N. We’ve known each other since elementary, I’m pretty sure you’d known if I was a serial killer. Plus you’re a teenager dude, live your life a little.”

“Correction, I really don’t know who you are besides all the rumors who may or may not be true and I won’t be able to live my life if my parents find out and murder me.” You saw Haechan falter a bit at your words, like what you said hurt him a little, before regaining his posture and playfully pouting at you, “C'mon pleaaase. I promise they won’t find out a thing.” He said and you don’t know what came over you but you muttered a soft “fine” and that’s how you found yourself jumping over the school fence with Haechan on a Tuesday morning and run the streets until you both got out of breath, so you stopped and opted for sitting at a nearby park.

“Sorry, I locked my keys in my car so I walked today.” He muttered apologetically, while walking next to you.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay, I walk to school everyday so it’s not a big deal.” You shrugged and turned around to take a look at his face, only to realize that he was already staring at you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t really understand. You blushed at the sudden proximity, before you started running and shouted “Hey whoever reaches the benches last, buys the other one ice cream.” Haechan laughed and quickly followed you, purposely losing and buying you ice cream, before you both sat down and started talking like you were friends forever. So that’s how, you spend your Tuesday in the park, having the best time you’ve had in a while, getting to know aspects of Haechan you didn’t know existed. And when your parents asked you later in the evening how school was, you looked them in the eyes and smiled, lying to them by saying it went great.

Long nights, daydreams

Sugar and smoke rings, I’ve been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

Headlights on me

Racing to 60, I’ve been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like

Blue eyes, black jeans

Lighters and candy, I’ve been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

After that day, you two found yourselves reaching for the other’s company more often each day. Haechan felt like he could be his real self with you and he really enjoyed hanging out with someone who he knew wouldn’t judge him based on what the others said. You also found yourself enjoying his company, the once assumptions you had of him, thrown out of the window from the first day you started hanging out with him and you were really thankful that someone actually took time out of their day to hang out with you. At first, your friendship was restricted at the back yard of the school, were you both sat next to each other, many times not really talking yet enjoying the endearing silence, while other times none of you could stop talking. After a few months though, Haechan found himself calling you at any time of the day, just to hang out with you, whether that was stopping by your house, or taking you out for night drives. The later normally happened when he had a lot in his mind and he just wanted to see you. And soon, that became a part of your day. He became a part of your day. He would pick you up to go to school and drive you back because he didn’t want you to walk on your own and after a few hours he would probably call you up to go on a night adventure. On a cold winter night, while you were sleeping you suddenly heard your phone go off. Alarmed at the sudden noise, you shot up and reached for you phone picking it up, not bothering to look at the caller’s ID, already knowing who it was.

“Hyuck?” You said, calling him by a nickname only you were allowed to call him, “Are you okay? It’s like 3 am.” You said, a yawn escaping your lips.

It was silent for a while before he answered. You could hear his ragged breath through the phone, making your eyebrows furrow and your heartbeat increase. “Can we please go for a drive?” You heard a whisper, making your heart break a little. He wasn’t okay.

“I’ll be down in 5.” You said, “Arrive safely yeah?” You heard a small yes and then he hung up.

You sighed and plopped down into your mattress again. To say Donghyuck had now a firm place in your heart now, would be an understatement. You loved him and not only in a friendly way. Somewhere along the laughs, the hugs, his jokes and his stories you had developed a stupid crush on him and your heart broke at the realization he would never love you the same you loved him. However, you promised yourself you wouldn’t tell him anything, too afraid of losing what you had, even if it wasn’t what your heart wanted the most. That’s why, you wore a pair of sneakers and sneaked out of the door quietly, running to his car and slipping in before he drove away. At first it was quite, but that was until you reached for his hand with your own and he stopped the car near a cliff turning around and looking you with glossy eyes.

“Why am I never enough?” He said, voice breaking and you resisted the urge to reach out and hug him, chosing to listen to him instead. “It’s like, whatever I do, my parents don’t really care you know? Even after all this time, after all those things I’ve done to gain their attention they still won’t acknowledge me. I-I have no idea what to do goddamit. They only care for their money, like it’s the only thing in the world. They’re so caught up in their jobs that they can’t even see their marriage is failing. They can’t even see what a failure of a son they have.” He said, raising his voice and he hit his hand on the wheel, startling you.

You knew of his family problems, from brief mentions in the past, but you didn’t know it affected him so much. Suddenly it all clicked. Now you understood, why Lee Donghyuck was the person he was, why he never let anyone else know the real him, why he caused problems. He was just a kid, wanting to get love and attention. You cupped his face with your hand, your fingers wiping the stray tears that escaped his eyes and he tilted his face to the touch of your palm sighing in content at the feeling.

“You’re not a failure. You’re one of the most interesting people I know. The smartest. And if your parents can’t realise that then it’s not your fault. You’re an amazing person Hyuck. It’s not fair to you to hide behind a mask. I know who you can be and who you are. And I’m proud of you for pulling through all this time. It’s time to prove to yourself, who you are too.” You said, voice barely a whisper while Donghyuck’s hand found it’s way towards your own free hand and held it like his life depended on it. And before you could even mutter another word, he reached out and gave you a bone crushing hug, mumbling a soft thank you before kissing your temple. You sighed at the familiar scent of cigarettes and strawberry gum, his favourite flavor, before sneaking your hands around his waist to hold him closer. And you stayed like that for what it seemed hours, comforting one another.

That night you went home and cried until you fell asleep, because what you felt for him was so strong yet so stupid because you knew he would never feel the same way.

Remember when you taught me fate?

Said it’d all be worth the wait

Like that night in the back of the cab

When your fingers walked in my hand

Next day, nothin’ on my phone

But I can still smell you on my clothes

Always hoping that things would change

But we went right back to your games

“Do you believe in fate?” Donghyuck had asked you one night where you both laid in the park, your head on his chest while he played with your hair, while you were gazing at the stars. Over the span of your friendship, Donghyuck had in fact fallen in love with you as well, but he was too scared to act on it, both from the trauma of his parents broken marriage and from the fact that he could lose you. That didn’t stop him from doing anything he could to feel as close to you as he could in that way, confusing both you and him at the progress.

“Hm?” You said, looking up at him, only to see him looking at the stars above you. You took the time to admire his face and the way his features were painted silver by the light of the moonlight and there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to softly kiss his lips. But you knew you couldn’t so you just looked at him, grateful for the fact that you could at least share those moments with him.

“I don’t know, fate, soulmates, do you believe in all of that?” He said, taking his eyes off the night sky to admire your face and the way your big eyes looked at him.

“I mean, it’d be pretty cute if that was true. Imagine having a person made to be with you. Your person. Like the universe came together, just to find two people that were made for eachother. That shit’s romantic.” You chuckled and raised your eyebrows and him. He grinned and caressed your face with his hand, making your heart almost leave your chest and you prayed he couldn’t feel how hard it was beating.

“I should get you home.” He whispered, still looking at you, his fingers brushing against your lips, “It’s getting late.”

That night, he had forgotten his keys again. So you took a cab back to your house together, him not wanting to leave you alone until you were safe inside your house. His hand never left yours the whole ride, his fingers walking in your hand, while you rested your head on his shoulder, listening to him humming a sweet melody. That night, before he left you to go to his house, Donghyuck couldn’t resist you anymore. That night, he kissed you for the first time, in your doorstep, hands softly holding your waist as if he was afraid he’d break you. That night you slept in bliss, hoping that finally things would change, that he actually felt the same about you, while he went home mortified at the thought that he would ruin something as pure as you. That’s why the rest of the days, he did anything in his power to avoid you. He stopped picking you up, stopped picking up your calls, stopped hanging out with you. He’d see you at the halls and would change direction, breaking your already broken heart even more in the process and making you wonder if all this was just a game to him.

And even if I run away

Give my heart a holiday

Still, strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

You always leave me wanting more

I can’t shake my hunger for

Strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

Yeah, they always taste like you

Long nights, daydreams

With that sugar and smoke rings

Always taste like you

Running away from you and his feelings had to be the most stupid thing Haechan had done so far and he had done a lot of stupid things. He was aware of that yet he didn’t know how to fix what he broke. Ever since he stopped talking to you, he wasn’t able to eat, he wasn’t in the mood to do anything and he had pretty much returned to the person he was before he met you, which he absolutely hated. Most importantly he missed you like crazy, he missed your laugh, he missed the way your face scrunched when you were confused, he missed listening to you talk, he missed the way you cared for him. The quick holiday his heart had taken away from you made him realise the one thing he already knew but was too afraid to admit. He was hopelessly and utterly in love with you. He wanted to be your person, the person you share your happiness and your struggles with, the person that you feel closer to you than anyone.

You weren’t much better actually. That week without Hyuck was probably the worst of your life. He had made himself such a constant in your life, that you still waited for him to call you up in the middle of the night to drive you places, resulting you in not sleeping for the past week. You couldn’t do anything other than sleep to ease the pain, seeing as literally anything else reminded you of him and your heart couldn’t take it. The worst thing was that you literally felt played and humiliated. How could he get so close to you only to toy you like that? How could he show you this side of him and then play you like he played all those other girls? All those thoughts were occupying your brain, yet you still felt the same way about him. You still loved him and that upset you more than anything.

On a Saturday night, you were moping around the house, watching a sad movie and eating ice cream when you heard the doorbell. You looked at the time confused, seeing as you weren’t expecting anyone but nonetheless you still went ahead and opened the door. And the minute you opened it, you wished you had just pretended to be asleep because there in front of you stood Donghyuck, his hair disseveled like he’d run his hands through it too many times, dark circles decorating his beautiful eyes and a regretful look on his face. You tried to close the door but he stuck his foot in the house, blocking you from closing it before he entered the house and threw his hands around you, engulfing you in a desperate hug. You stood there frozen, not knowing what to do, wanting to hug him back but knowing you shouldn’t. He took you out of your dilemma by pulling away and taking your face between his hands making you look at him.

“Can we please talk?” He said softly, his eyes searching your whole face. You unfroze from your position and took a step back, your hands crossing in front of your chest defensively.

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about. You’ve already made it clear Haechan. It was your game. You’ve won, you got everything you wanted.” You said, your voice breaking, making him know how upset you were. You saw the hurt in his face, when you called him by the name everyone else called him, like you didn’t know him.

“Please Y/N. I swear what you believe is not the truth.” He said desperately, taking a step towards you while you took one back.

“Oh and what do I believe then? Tell me Haechan, what do I believe? You kissed me, you asshole, you made me fall for you and then what? You ignored me? Like we never meant anything to eachother?” You said, your voice accidentally raising, while tears you didn’t know had found home in your eyes fell down your cheeks.

“I got scared okay?” He said, throwing his hands in the air, “I’ve never felt this way about someone Y/N and I got scared. God, I’m stupid, I know that but I’m also utterly in love with you and that mortifies me.”

“Y-wait what?” You whispered, looking at his face and saw that his eyes were as well glossy with tears. “You do what?”

“I. Love. You” He said and took a step towards you, reaching out and taking your hand in his, putting it on his heart. “Feel this? You’re doing this to me. And I- I didn’t know how to handle it. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and I felt that if I was with you, I’d ruin you somehow. But at the same time, I just can’t get enough of you. And I don’t know when you took my heart and made it yours, but as much as I know that I’m bad for you, I can’t stay away from you. I-” You cut him off by placing your lips on his, softly while your hand found a place in his hair softly tugging it. He froze at first, but soon deepened the kiss, resting his hands on your sides, lips softly moulding together with yours.

You pulled away and looked at him before slapping his head playfully. “You idiot, stop making choices for me. I love you and I can’t imagine a better person for me than you. I love you so much.” You grinned, happy tears falling from your eyes before he wiped them and kissed you again.

“I love you so much. I’m sorry I’m such an idiot and I’m sorry it took so long.” He said and smiled sheepishly with the same smile he had when you first met him when he joined you at the backyard. “Can we go cuddle and make up for the lost time now?” He pouted and you laughed while hugging him.

“Sure, come on.”

And that’s how you spent the whole night, wrapped up in each others embrace, talking and laughing, happy to finally belong to one another.

Better man ll Haechan

short haechan fluff, kinda suggestive idk????? i was feeling like it so yeah here is is

You were laying on the couch mindlessly watching a tv show while waiting for your boyfriend to come home from practice when you heard keys and the door opening and closing. Donghyuck wasn’t supposed to be back for at least 5 more hours so you were startled at the sound and you peaked your head over the back of the couch only to see your boyfriend tiredly coming through the living room door, running a hair through his freshly dyed hair, his bag on one shoulder and his sweats hanging low from his hips. You looked at his face, noticing how dark his circles had become and how thin his face had turned, from all the weight loss and you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows in worry, quickly collecting yourself and standing up to go greet him. Upon noticing you, his lips twitched upwards into a loving grin and he dropped his bag on the floor, opening his arms to welcome you into his embrace. You sneaked your hands around his waist and kissed his lips before nuzzling your head in his chest. You could feel him exhaling in your hair while he rubbed your sides, before pulling back to take a look at your face.

“You are back home early, is everything okay?” You asked, bringing one hand to cup his cheek, while your fingers softly caressed the smooth skin.

“Yeah, we did well today so they let us leave.” He sighed and tilted his head pleased at the way your hand felt on his skin, “The guys went drinking but I wanted to get back to you. I’ve missed you.” He said and brought his hand on your neck, pulling you closer and settling his lips on yours. The kiss was soft at the begining but it soon got deeper and Donghyuck put his hands on both of your sides, rubbing the skin over your shirt while your hands got lost somewhere in his fluffy hair. He bit your lip making you leave a soft moan at the sensation and you let your hands wander on his body, feeling the heated skin of his stomach under his shirt. You could feel him smirking while he backed you up towards the wall, his hands finding your butt and giving it a small squeeze as a signal to jump. You slightly squealed, making Donghyuck pull away and laugh at you before he continued by attacking your throat with kisses reaching all the places he could. You slightly pushed his chest and he looked up at you, his plushy lips now swollen from kissing you and his hair ruffled from you tugging at it.

“Babe, you haven’t even eaten yet.” you said while you tried to fix his messy hair.

“I can skip lunch and go straight to dessert though.” He said winking at you, while a smirk found the way to his face. You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder while taking your legs off his waist and straightening your clothes.

“C'mon you can eat some food now and then you’ll have as much dessert as you want.” You said poking at his chest and escaping the arms that caged you on the wall, taking his hand and dragging with you.

“Ugh, fine but you promised.” He said, pouting, while he patted your butt with his free hand.

You prepared the table for him, making him some noodles while he sat on the kitchen isle and later sat down with him, doing him some company while he talked about his day, how he aced today’s choreography and laughed at some story about how Taeyong chased Jaehyun around the practice room because the later ate his cherry pie. You couldn’t help but admire the way his face lit up when he talked about the things he loved and how his smile made your heart flutter at the sight. Dating Donghyuck was never easy, seeing as the time you spent together was minimal and he always had schedules he had to attend, so you never had the chance to be a normal couple. You knew he loved you and he would do anything to be with you though and you did ,as well, love him more than anything, so the thought of leaving him never ever crossed your mind. You enjoyed and cherished every moment you got with him, whether that was small, secret dates by the park, sleeping and waking up with him, seeing his face even if it was only for an hour and you wouldn’t trade that for the world.

Donghyuck noticed you had zoned out of the conversation when he asked you how your day was and you never replied, so he looked up at you and he met your full of concentration, scrunched face and he mentally uwued at the sight, so he took your face his hands, startling you before he asked you if you were okay.

“Yeah, I just, I love you so much.” you said, softly putting your hands over his and holding them, while you brought your face closer to his so that your lips barely brushed his. “So, so much.”

“I love you. Thank you for being the best girlfriend in the world even if I can’t be the best boyfriend for you.” He said, voice barely a whisper while he lovingly looked you in the eyes.

“You’re so much more than that.” You said and finally connected your lips to his.

No matter how hard things got for the both of you, you and him knew that as long as you were together nothing else mattered. Donghyuck felt like you were his home, the person behind everything he is right now, because if he didn’t have your support and your love, he wouldn’t be able to come this far. And he would always be thankful to you for that.

summary:it was your forgetfulness that nearly cost you your grades - however, it was forgetfulness that led him to you.

pairing:haechan x reader

genre:soulmate! au, fluff

“(Y/N)!” You turned your head to see your best friend running up to you, backpack in hand, “Have you studied for the math quiz today?”

“We have a math quiz?” You furrowed your brows, confused.

“Yeah,” she replied, already in the process of taking her books out of her bag and showing you all the notes she made, “Well, what did I expect from you? You’re always so damn forgetful.”

“Sorry,” you sheepishly chuckled, sending a pleading look, “You canhelp me, right?”

“Damn right I can. You know Soori from class 3A, right? The girl that gets away with everything?” You nodded as your best friend pulled out her phone and scrolled through a LINE chat, clicking on a picture, “Well, they got the quiz yesterday. She took a picture when the teacher wasn’t looking.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you grinned, already taking a black sharpie from your locker and dragging your best friend to the toilets, “Really.”

“I know I am,” she smiled, and you burst into the restroom together.

You lifted up your skirt and gestured for her to open the picture again, uncapping the sharpie and scribbling down the answers hurriedly on your thigh. Your school was a prestigious one, but the teachers were either chill with whatever you did or simply didn’t care. Once you were finished with jotting down all the questions and answers in your messy handwriting, you capped the sharpie back and pulled your skirt down just as the bell rang.

You didn’t particularly like cheating, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Both of you entered class, seating yourselves around the back of the classroom just before the teacher made roll call. Your first subject was unluckily math, and papers were passed down from aisle to aisle. You looked at the questions, discreetly bunching the fabric of your skirt to reveal the answers.

However, you found that instead of the answers you had written before, there were a completely new set of equations and variables. There, hastily jotted with a pen, were the words ‘You sly cheat. P.S. I fixed some of them. You’re welcome.’ You snorted before you could stop yourself. Of course you didn’t remember writing it- your soulmate had.

The two of you were an odd pair, and you learned that the hard way. Back when you were still in elementary school, your arms would be littered with various kid doodles. He was terrible at drawing, and still was even now. Because you were forgetful, you had always liked to write down deadlines and projects you needed to do where you would remember. Your soulmate, being the annoying brat he was, liked to erase them and write down a completely different thing to replace it. One of his favorites was ‘Get a goddamn agenda.’

You also learnt that his friends really liked to mess around with him. There were numerous times when you were doodling on your arm and someone had written about how your day was doing in handwriting completely different from your soulmate’s. You would scribble down a reply, and it was then there would usually be a lot of unintelligible lines from when your soulmate would try to wrestle the marker from his friends.

Another one that happened frighteningly often was when you’d wake up in the morning to find dicks drawn on various parts of your body, along with a little note saying sorry specifically directed to you, explaining about how your soulmate was sleeping.

You wrote a ‘Give me a break. I didn’t study last night.’ before turning your focus back to your test paper, copying the new answers (not before writing a small thank you next to a crudely drawn dick). By the time you finished, the class was only halfway over. You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

The quiz was simple, only having ten questions in total. Most of your classmates had finished, and you stood to turn your paper in to the teacher up front. She didn’t look up from grading the other papers, and you bowed lightly before returning to your seat. Your best friend was leaning back on her chair, playing with her pen. She looked at you with a bored stare.

“Hey, don’t you start that internship after school?” She questioned, doodling on the back of her hand. You nodded. She sent you a level stare, as if challenging you, “Don’t forget. It’s going to be useful for your future, you know.”

“Right, right,” you swiped her pen and scrawled a ‘SM building after school. Don’t forget!!! Wear jeans and pink shirt.’ on your arm before giving it back to her. She took it begrudgingly, grumbling about how her doodle was ruined. You blew a raspberry at her.

You had gotten an internship under a renowned make up artist because your sister had previously worked with her and put in a good word about you. That was one week ago. Today is your first day, and you were a nervous wreck. The make-up artist often worked with SM Entertainment, and it was just your stroke of luck that you were chosen as the intern to be her personal assistant.

The day whizzed by. When school was over, you shoved your papers and notebooks to your bag (the teacher had graded your tests immediately; unexpectedly, you got a solid 9), picked it up and rushed out the school gates after saying a hasty goodbye to your best friend. You were supposed to arrive in front of the building immediately after school, so you hailed a cab and pulled the blinds down to change in the backseat.

The makeup artist had asked you to wear jeans and a pink top on your first day because you would be meeting in front of the SM building with no initial meeting whatsoever- it would be her way of recognizing you.

By the time the cab pulled up in front of the building, you had changed into high-waisted skinny jeans (which were a hassle to put on in a moving vehicle - you had probably banged your head against the window for more than you could count) and a cropped, pastel pink shirt with tassels. You put your hair up in a messy ponytail and did some light makeup to appease your new boss.

You paid the driver after pulling up the blinds, thanking him and exiting the cab. There were a lot of people going in and out of the building, but you spotted a woman with stylish shades and a sleek outfit playing with her phone by the entrance. The moment your eyes landed on her, her head turned to in your direction. She stowed her phone in the pocket of her pants and walked towards you, only stopping once you were within arm’s reach. She couldn’t have been older than 24, at the very most.

“You must be (Y/N),” she sent you a dazzling smile, putting her sunglasses away and holding a hand out for you to shake. You did so, awestruck by how pretty she was, “I’m Kim Minji. Your sister’s told me a lot about you,” she winked playfully, “Let’s get inside, shall we?”

You nodded meekly, a little intimidated. She seemed to have an easygoing personality, but even those types of people were prone to mood changes sometimes. She took your hand and led you back to the entrance of the building, where two security guards scanned the both of you and nodded for you to go inside.

Minji blabbered about the interior of the building, which rooms were what and who was who during the time it took for the both of you to reach the dressing room. You found yourself humming along in agreement, a little stricken due to how bizarre everything was. Everything had a purpose here; people were bustling around, cell phones stuck to their ears.

“Here we are,” she halted, your arm still tucked to the crook of her elbow. She looked at you in confirmation, “Room twenty-two. We have seven clients today. Exciting, isn’t it? They’re young idols, if I’m not mistaken. Around your age?”

“Ah,” you took out a black sharpie and scrawled the words ‘Room 22’ on it so you wouldn’t forget. It was a miracle you even remembered to use the pink shirt and jeans, “We’re doing all seven of them, or?”

“Yup,” she popped the ‘p’s with an ecstatic grin, not even dropping when she saw your bewildered face, “Watch and learn, (Y/N).”

She pushed the doors open and walked inside, dragging you behind her. You noticed that there were many members of the staff around, picking outfits and talking to each other as they tinkered with various tools. A man approached Minji, ushering her to a few vanity tables by the corner of the room.

“They aren’t here yet?” The corners of her lips tugged down in a delicate frown, and you followed behind the both of them, feeling out of place, “Well, (Y/N) and I’ll do something in the meanwhile, then. See you, Tadashi.”

She turned to you abruptly, and you had to stop yourself in the middle of your walking to avoid crashing into her and losing your job.

“You can sit here while we wait,” she pulled out two chairs and plopped into one. You did the same into the other, thanking her, “You can ask me whatever questions you want. I know you’re brimming with them.”

“How the hell are we going to manage to do seven people at once?” You blurted out before you could think. You slapped a hand over your mouth, which earned a barking laugh from Minji.

“As I said; watch and learn, kiddo,” she winked, and you fiddled with the tassels of your crop top nervously, “We’re doing the makeup of NCT Dream, I think. Cheerful bunch, they are. Reminds me of SHINee.”

“You did the makeup for SHINee too?” You asked incredulously. She nodded, grinning.

“Mmhm. I used to do the makeup for idols in their music videos and stages,” you stared at her in newfound awe. You knew she worked under SM, but you didn’t realize she was thisinvolved.

You both chatted for a while before lapsing into a comfortable silence. You pulled your phone out and scrolled through your instagram feed while you waited for the idols to come.

It wasn’t half an hour later until they showed up. They were drop-dead gorgeous, if you could be honest. Most of them donned SOPA uniforms, but one had a middle school uniform on. You gaped at them, standing up when Minji did and bowing to them respectfully like the other staff in the room.

But you could feel a person’s eyes on you; when you looked up, it was like your knees had turned to jell-o. The boy couldn’t have been older than you, with brown hair and an impish grin on his face. His eyes widened when they made contact with yours, and you felt a surge of connection with him. Embarassed, you looked away as your cheeks burned red.

“Hey, you okay there?” Minji asked you, her tone showing concern.

You nodded, sending a tight smile to her. You could see him turn to the other members and say something that earned him a shake of their heads from the corner of your eyes.  He turned to the staff near him, hands gesturing in what you could guess what was a pen.

You lifted your head to look at him more clearly. His hands were fiddling together and his eyes were wide in what you presumed was a kind of nervous panic. A staff turned and rummaged through his bag, producing a pen and giving it to him. The member’s eyes darted to you often, and you glanced away, afraid that he caught you staring.

You gripped your phone tightly, staring at your hands. You didn’t know why you felt so attracted to him; it was like there was a tether between the two of you, a connection. And in that moment, black ink started to form words on the back of your hand, handwriting messy as usual.

‘I found you,’ it read. Your eyes widened, and your head snapped up to face him. He was looking straight at you, still clutching the pen as the exact same mark was on the back of his hands. His feet moved over one another as he approached you, hands dropping to his sides. Slowly you stood up, tilting your head up to face him.

None of you said anything for a while. He had triangular eyes that seemed to see through every inch of you, long eyelashes and a long nose. He huffed, the corners of his pink lips twisting into a smile.

“You sly cheat,” he said, and you found yourself smiling back at him.

“I got a nine for the test, just so you know,” you laughed, “And like you’re one to talk. I can’t even count how many times you’ve copied answers on my arm. Do you know how much trouble I get for those?”

“At least I don’t write down homework and dentists’ appointments on my calves! Don’t you know I wear shorts for this comeback?” He fired back.

“Agendas are expensive!”

“You can get skin cancer.”

“That’s a myth and you know it!” You gaped at him. He shook his head, telltale signs of a grin creeping up on his face, “Isn’t it?”

“Maybe yes, maybe not.”

“I’m not the one that draws dragons and dinosaurs with two heads every day in elementary!”

“You remember that?” He looked genuinely surprised, red dusting his cheeks as he recalled the memory.

“How could I not?” You rolled your eyes, “Plus, they were so goddamn hard to get rid of! Who the hell uses permanent markers for drawing so badly?”

“I was a kid at the time!”

“And you aren’t now?”

“I’m a man! Namja!” He exclaimed, and you snorted.

“You’re in high school. I think that fact makes you hardly qualify for being a man.”

“If you don’t believe me, I can show yo-“ he grabbed the hemline of his pants, a teasing grin on his face.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” you shoved his arm playfully, laughing, “I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Lee Donghyuck,” he sent you a cheeky grin, “Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

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