synopsis | running a youtube channel with your best friend isn’t easy, not when he’s like a ticking time bomb that’s constantly bubbling up something new. what’s worse is that you’ve had a crush on him for the past three years.
warnings (not all included in teaser) | swearing, suggestive, sexual innuendos/jokes, a few descriptions of food, mentions of covid-19 and quarantine, some personal negativity
notes from vee | hi, welcome to my blog and thanks for taking the time to read this post at that. i’ve finished one of the most important exams i’ve ever taken in my life and i decided, why not celebrate that ending by releasing a teaser to a fic i’ve been dying to share? this is one entire snippet of the fic in entirety and it may or may not be mildly inspired (read: absolutely 100% inspired) by the way brooke (@lebrookestore but tumblr doesn’t do the justice of tagging her) and i dm each other. also!!! just a brief introduction that this entire fic takes place during the corona age! meaning there are mentions of masks and covid and etc., no character gets it but just a psa for mentions! also, i did mention that hyuck and y/n are roommates, but they also live with mark and jaemin in this fic! :) anyway, please enjoy and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
iii. we bought matching leather jackets!
“Hello and welcome back to doing dumb shit with Y/N and Haechan!” You announce cheerily as you press down on the record button, settling the camera in front of your seat to capture Donghyuck in the driver’s seat as well. He looks half wasted—if that was even possible—with his hair absolutely tousled and his lips just a bit swollen from earlier sleep, but he waves to the device at your voice. At the sight of him, you reach over to fix his hair, patting his head softly as you finish.
He watches you with parted lips as you take charge with the usual introduction, clapping your hands in excitement as you urge everyone to subscribe to the channel. Your eyes seem to shine more than usual—perhaps because today’s video was 100% your idea, not his, Renjun’s, or even Mark’s—with the light reflecting from them making it very easy for him to grow addicted to your look. Your look? You weren’t wearing anything grand, just a hoodie and sweatpants to keep you warm, but it appears like much more against your skin.
“—and well, Mark and I used to come here a lot around like junior year in uni, so I thought I’d visit by again.” You continue on, glancing over at your friend as he hurls back into reality. “Plus I convinced Haechan to come with me so we could pick out something together. You know, like a couple sort of thing? But for best friends.”
Your smile radiates when you face him, and he nearly loses his breath. Best friendship charms were a thing of a past—maybe perhaps expressed through matching ice cream necklaces that spell out ‘BFF’ in mellow yellow and bright pink, or small custom-made keychains that have names written in cursive hearts—something that children in elementary school treasured for years. Donghyuck doesn’t remember ever having matching blue neckties with Mark Lee, or matching knitted socks with Huang Renjun, but he also doesn’t resist when you explain your plan for the day. If anything, he’d love to match with you.
“Most of the clothing here is handmade and really good quality too. I think the jacket I bought for Jun as a gift like two years ago is still in pretty good shape.” You explain, gesturing towards the shop entrance as if the device was pointing that way. “Anyway! I’ll link the store’s website in the description below as well as Renjun’s channel! You guys should definitely check—”
Your heart gives away as Donghyuck reaches an arm over your shoulders, quietly resting his hand on your arm before squeezing it gently in acknowledgment. He shoots you a questioning look as you stumble over your words, raising an eyebrow as if to ask ‘what’s wrong?’ You only shake your head in return, trying to calm down the intense beats, and proceed.
“Uh,” you smile lightly, having forgotten what you were going on about. “Well, yeah! Let’s go now!”
The interior of the store smells strongly of cologne when you immediately enter—and it throws you off for a bit—making you hum at the scent. The scent is almost addictive in a way that makes you want to enter the shop further and explore everything it has in store for you. Donghyuck notices your reaction, chuckling under his breath before snatching the camera from your hands.
“It smells like good cologne in here,” he mentions, keeping his voice low in respect to the non-existent other customers. “And you guys already know Y/N gets addicted to that shit, right? Yeah, she’d marry anything that wears cologne.”
“Stop overreacting,” you say, curling your fingers into his shirt and tugging him towards a specific section of the store. His eyes fall upon racks filled with dark colored leather jackets, varying from black to blue to red. Turning the camera towards you, he follows you as you stroll down the aisle in intrigue.
After a few more steps, you turn around abruptly to face your best friend, holding out your hands. Even though the dark mask covers your excited expression, he can still imagine you glowing in his head.
a/n:this was super self indulgent omg… idk man… seeing hyuck drive in that teaser got me acting some type of way, why must he be so fine,, all seriousness, i’m proud of this ! go listen to the song below bc it’s v cute and matches w/ the fic !
You felt the throbbing ache in your head before you had even properly registered that you were awake. Every part of your body was slow, it felt as if you were constantly moving through tar, and after the simple act of opening your eyes made you question whether you’d need to do an emergency run to the bathroom, you abandoned all idea of sitting up.
Hazy memories of the night before flashed through your mind, some of them making you screw your eyes shut in hopes that that would make them disappear. If you hadn’t felt so worn down, you would have groaned, but the thought of making any noise at all made you feel more nauseous than you were willing to admit.
However, you were definitely not the only one in that state, because the stuttering gurgles emitting from your boyfriend’s chest as he lay beside you, proved that he was dealing with just as bad of a hangover as you were. You rolled your head slowly to the side, ignoring the way your brain seemed to roll around your head as you did. Hyuck did the same thing and one look into his tired, regret filled eyes made you burst out into a chuckle.
Hyuck immediately laughed at the state of you, making you know immediately that you looked like a trainwreck, but he wasn’t looking that fresh either so you weren’t fussed. It wasn’t a joyful laugh by any means, it was a quiet messy laugh, one where you can’t really believe what you’re looking at. Hyuck forced himself to sit up, and you followed, the two of you pausing when you caught your reflections in the floor length mirror opposite his bed.
a/n: inspired by this song! listen to it while reading please!
pairing: haechan x reader
wc: 409
genre: fluff!! no warnings, its all good here
haechan really doesn’t like this.
its simply not fair, he thinks.
unfair, that you consume his every waking moment and all of his dreams and nightmares.
unfair, that he finds himself subconsciously adjusting his appearance whenever he thinks he sees you - on campus, in a coffee shop, in the library.
unfair, that he visibly brightens at the mention of your name. so, unbelievably, inexplicably unfair that he, lee haechan, known as donghyuck to friends and family, and haechan to everyone else, for all his confidence and bravado, is reduced to a bumbling, blushing mess when it comes to you.
he sees you everywhere he goes - he hears your laugh as he walks across campus, he sees your silhouette, hunched over your laptop in the library, he sees your face; your oh so beautiful face, in the place of every female celebrity he happens to look at. you don’t know it, too wrapped up in your own feelings for him that you’re certain he doesn’t return, and he refuses to acknowledge it, the truth sitting in the depths of his heart.
the truth being that his heart is yours - you hold it in your hands every time you reassure him that he’s done fine on the recent assignment, every time you hug him in greeting and goodbye, everytime you turn your head when he calls your name. what he doesn’t know is that your heart is also his - that he’s held it since he worked with you on a group project, since he started bringing an extra cup of hot chocolate for you each morning, since you noticed just how much you wish he’d save his smile for your eyes to admire only.
he wants to hate you so bad - he wants to despise you, to push you away, so he no longer feels so out of his element - but more than that, he wants to feel your lips on his, wants to bury his head in your chest, wants to lay with you, trace the shape of your face with his eyes, wants to be the first thing you see in the morning and the last thing you see at night, wants to show you all his scars, and kiss all of yours away. he wants to protect you from all that’s bad in the world. he wants to be the cause of your happiness and your joy.
he wants to be yours. he just hopes you’ll have him.
: college!au (cs - computer science major haechan, psychology major y/n)
: fluff, slight angst
(): suggestive innuendo(s), infidelity, drinking
: 2.2k
/: the first chapter of the and they were roommates! series :D send in an ask or comment here to be added to the taglist! (sorry for the delay, i have been really unproductive so uh, yeah)
you’ve been stuck with haechan for about a month. you’ve successfully avoided him for the majority of the time, he’s still a bit flirty, but he’s been pretty quiet too.
except for when he streams. did he mention that he was a streamer? unfortunately no, you had to find out the hard way.
“haechan, can you fucking tone it down?” you storm into his room after enduring half an hour of his screaming on a thursday night. “i have an essay due tomorrow and it’s 30 percent of my mar-”
you see a professional looking mic, webcam, and another monitor with what seems like comments flowing in constantly on the screen.
“oh…” you trail off taking in all the equipment in front of you as haechan looks up at you.
“oh hey, sorry about that, jenoandrenjun were being noobs and i needed to teach them a lesson, chat knows. i’ll keep it down, sorry.” he turns back to his game in front of him, completely unbothered.
“yeah.. uh sorry for barging in, thanks.” you say quickly and dash out his room, hearing the other voices from his headset laugh.
Haechan x Reader, 0.2k, fluff, no warnings. Masterlist
“LeeDonghyuck, get your hands away from the chocolate right now or else I’ll smack you with the rolling pin.”
“Aw, come on!” he whined. “You don’t need the entire bag. One chocolate missing isn’t going to ruin anything.”
“What part of ‘I need the whole bag’ did you not understand when you asked me in the grocery store?” you asked, glaring pointedly at him.
“It’s just chocolate. Your cookies can survive without one little piece.”
Sighing, you reached for the rolling pin and raised it threateningly, making him let out an affronted noise as he squirmed away. As much as you loved your boyfriend, he managed to piss you off in the best ways when you were in the kitchen, always trying to get your attention and poking his sticky fingers in places they didn’t belong. Just last week, he’d broken into the jar of walnuts that you’d been planning on using for an apple pie, eating the majority until only three measly pieces were left.
Oh, how angry you’d been then.
“You’re mean,” he muttered under his breath when you’d successfully kicked him out of the kitchen and banished him to the living room, his arms crossed like a toddler’s as you walked back to continue your baking.
