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07:53

You spot Donghyuck in the kitchen. His back is towards you as he pours milk into a glass, shoulders flexing while doing so…

23:16 (minors dni)

The air is hot and humid, sweat glistening on Haechan’s forehead and trickling down the side of his face…

02:24

You fall asleep on Donghyuck’s shoulder half way through movie night, you face buried in the crook of his neck and his head resting on top of yours…

21:06

Donghyuck falls beside you on the bed, breath heavy and chest heaving as he comes down from his high…

09:16

A hand resting on your round stomach and another clutching your waist, you pad into the living room grumpy and disoriented…

06:23

Donghyuck is still sleeping when you wake up…

14:21 (minors dni)

Donghyuck’s palm is warm on your stomach. You are seated on his loveseat, his front pressed to your back, his chin on your shoulder…

19:34 (minors dni)

The last bits of your coherence are stripped off of you when Jeno thrusts a vibrator into your wet folds. Your cries of pleasure drown out his low grunts as he drags a veiny hand through the length of his red, pulsating cock…

15:45

Donghyuck is shooting you a wide-eyed look, lips set in a pout, batting his lashes and all. His manipulation is as clear as daylight. He knows you can’t resist his charm when he brings out his fatal puppy eyes…

00:56

Your hand is raised in front of the door, about to knock, when the door clicks open on its own. Donghyuck doesn’t seem surprised by your presence; his expression is morphed into one of indifference…

15:06

Your head rests on the smooth expanse of Donghyuck’s thigh…

22:37

The golden glow of the streetlights paint the world in warm hues as you walk down the empty sidewalk, the chill of the evening nipping at your skin…

Drabbles

Lave (minors dni)

Showering with Haechan is never a good idea because the water is turning cooler by the second…

Contemn (minors dni)

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

It is raining pitchforks. Water splashes as you run on the sidewalk, footsteps slippery and attire ruined…

Obsessio

Mark loves kissing your stomach…

Wheeler-dealer

Lee Donghyuck is an opportunist (spoiler: the endearing kind)…

Close enough to feel

The late-night studio buzzed faintly with the hum of old equipment. Donghyuck leaned back in his chair, fingers brushing the guitar strings idly…

Strings attached

The dim light of the dressing room cast a golden glow over the chaos of fabric and mirrors…

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Sunghoon academic rivals to lovers ~ part one

Sunghoon academic rivals to lovers ~ part two

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The dim light of the dressing room cast a golden glow over the chaos of fabric and mirrors. Donghyuck stood leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, his eyes tracing your reflection as you struggled with the stubborn zipper of your dress.

“Need help?” he asked, voice laced with mischief.

You turned, flustered but defiant. “I’m fine.”

He didn’t wait for permission, stepping closer until the air between you seemed to buzz. His fingers brushed yours, taking over the task. The zipper slid down easily under his touch, and the soft scrape of it against the fabric felt deafening in the quiet room.

“See?” he murmured, his voice warm in your ear. “Wasn’t so hard.”

Your breath hitched as his hands lingered just a second too long against your back. The dress slipped slightly, exposing your shoulders, leaving you vulnerable under his gaze.

“You’re so easy to unravel,” he whispered, fingers brushing the strap that now barely clung to your shoulder. His eyes locked onto yours in the mirror, a teasing smirk curving his lips.

You wanted to say something—anything—but the way his hands skimmed down your arms stole every word from your lips. You could feel your heart hammering, your breaths shallow, as he leaned closer, his lips just brushing your ear.

But then, just as the moment threatened to tip over the edge, Donghyuck stepped back, his warmth vanishing like a tease of summer in winter.

“Careful,” he said, smirking as he turned for the door. “Wouldn’t want to lose your composure.”

And with that, he left, leaving you breathless, dress half-falling, and utterly undone in the quiet of the dressing room.

22:37

The golden glow of the streetlights paint the world in warm hues as you walk down the empty sidewalk, the chill of the evening nipping at your skin. Donghyuck is beside you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black coat, his strides matching yours.

“You’re cold,” he says, soft voice cutting through the still night.

You raise a challenging eyebrow, as if your not-so-subtle shivers and constant sniffling do not giveaway enough of how cold you are.

Before you can respond, however, he stops, turning to face you. His hand reaches out, hesitant yet deliberate, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch lingers, fingertips grazing against your cold cheeks.

“You should’ve brought a scarf,” he murmurs, his hot breath falling on your skin.

“Uhhh,” you whisper back intelligently, voice barely audible and breaking from the lack of use, heart racing under the intensity of his gaze.

Donghyuck chuckles, the sound low and intoxicating. A shiver runs down your spine, more from the depth of his voice and less because of the cold now.

He shuffles closer, closing the small gap between you. The warmth of his body envelopes you in a hug that makes your heart skip. Slowly, he unwinds the scarf from his neck, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air as he drapes it over yours.

“There,” he says, his lips tilting up into a small smile. “Better?”

You nod, too flustered to form words. His fingers press at the edges of the scarf gently, adjusting it, his eyes never leaving yours.

The world around you blurs, the soft hum of distant traffic fading into the background, irrelevant. It is just him—his dark eyes searching yours, the proximity igniting every nerve in your body.

“Donghyuck,” you murmur timidly, unsure of what to say.

“Hmm?” His hum is almost inaudible now over the pounding of your heart.

You don’t answer, instead looking down, unable to handle the weight of his gaze. But he catches your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up gently. Your skin burns where it comes in contact with his. The overwhelming urge to lean in has never been stronger.

Your breath hitches as his thumb brushes your jawline, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. The tension crackles between you, thick and undeniable.

“Don’t look away,” he murmurs. Your eyes stutter shut as his lips press against the corner of your mouth in a quick kiss.

And then he smiles, soft and devastating.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

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pairing: sunghoon x reader

genre: fluff, humour

warnings: none (again, do corny confessions count as one?)

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academic rivals to lovers ᥫ᭡. enhypen sunghoon ~ part one

pairing: sunghoon x reader

genre: angst, fluff, humour

warnings: none (do corny confessions count as one?

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Pairing: Enhypen x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humour

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Lee Donghyuck is an opportunist (spoiler: the endearing kind). 

He knows you like a book he’s read over and over again a million times, maybe more. He knows you like no one else does. That is mostly a good thing (keyword - mostly). 

Because as much as he never fails to pick the right gift for your birthday and always gets your coffee order right, he is also a manipulative bitch person who takes advantage of this knowledge and exploits you at your weakest.

Like right now when you really want to be mad at him because he hasn’t done the dishes or the laundry, but Donghyuck’s hand sneaks under your shirt in the midst of your monologue and you just freeze. 

When his breath ghosts your neck, a kiss landing on your nape, you don’t even remember what you were on about anymore. Donghyuck loves it when you go pliant under his touch. He loves seeing the crease between your brows disappear, loves feeling your body going lax in his arms, loves the control he has over you. 

He pins you against the nearest horizontal surface (which happens to be the dining table) and pulls you into a (life-altering, mind-blowing, fantastic) kiss, leaving you completely and utterly disoriented. He loves watching your spit slick lips and the fading hickeys on your collarbone, loves undoing the buttons of your tight work blouse that hugs your chest a little too deliciously. 

He is a manipulator and a great one at that, but he also gets your mind off of your big girl duties because oh- he’s sucking another bruise at that spot. He knows your body just as much as he knows you; he pushes all the right buttons that’ll have you begging him for more, more, more in a matter of minutes.

And even though Lee Donghyuck is a serial exploiter, he is also a dutiful male wife who finishes the dishes and the laundry by the time you wake up from your exhaustion-induced nap. 

After all, he’s your favourite wheeler-dealer.

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Reblog if you like my fics, it really helps! I especially love reading the tags/comments when y'all reblog.

I don’t know what this is. Let’s pretend neither of us read it. Probably my most unhinged fic yet (this was for the tags but I reached my maximum tag limit).

Thankyou for the support.

15:06

Your head rests on the smooth expanse of Donghyuck’s thigh.

He is wearing a tiny pair of black shorts, bronze skin barely hidden by the minimal clothes, glowing under the rays of the afternoon sun.

His thighs are so soft under your head. The warmth radiating off of his skin comforts the most tender parts of you. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently disentangling some knots. It prompts a content sigh from you.

The slightest tilt of head, and you place a kiss on the inside of his thigh. It’s barely anything, just a fleeting press of lips against skin. But you are slipping into unconsciousness, a slumber tempting you with the promise of beautiful dreams, happiness and Donghyuck. So you kiss his delicate skin to convey how much he means to you and more.

Just when your last rope of consciousness is about to break, you feel fingers grazing your temple, plump lips lingering on your forehead and hear a mesmerising voice that says, “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

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00:56

Your hand is raised in front of the door, about to knock, when the door clicks open on its own. Donghyuck doesn’t seem surprised by your presence; his expression is morphed into one of indifference. He is wearing his glasses and that white Celine shirt he loves to wear on special occasions. His long hair curls at his nape, a few curly strands beautifully swaying at the front. You would call him gorgeous if it wasn’t for the pressing situation at hand. He walks past you into the kitchen and extracts a water bottle from the fridge. You flinch when he slams the door shut.

“Donghyuck,” you try. He chugs the water down, ignoring you. “Donghyuck list-”

A thud, water on your feet and a gasp leaving your mouth, and Donghyuck storms past you back into the bedroom. The blue baby shark bottle lays a few inches away from your legs with a broken hinge and a crack near the top.

You bite your lips in an attempt to keep your tears at bay. You brought this on yourself, you have no right to cry. If forgetting your anniversary was not enough of a fault, you went on to blame it on your workload and blame him for being upset. Not your smartest move.

Dejected, you walk back to the couch and lay down. You haven’t slept properly in ages, you really were preoccupied with an important project at work, but even that isn’t a good reason to stop doing the bare minimum. Donghyuck’s anger is justified.

You don’t have a blanket; no amount of hugging yourself provides you the warmth that Donghyuck’s body exudes. The pit of your stomach feels hollow with dread; the guilt weighs you down and threatens to swallow your being. After an hour of twisting and turning, you give up on the idea of sleep. There’s no way you can sleep peacefully without resolving this conflict. Your throat constricts and heart sinks at the prospect of Donghyuck ending this relationship for his own good.

So you walk up to the door resolutely. If Donghyuck continues to give you the silent treatment, you know your resolve will take a hit pretty soon. However, doing something to show that you care is better than doing nothing.

“Hyuck,” you start, only to hear your voice crack. It pains you as much as it pains him to have landed in such a predicament. “I’m sorry, Donghyuck, it’s my fault. Please, just open the door.”

You are met with silence. Did he fall asleep already? It seemed unlikely but you couldn’t rule out the possibility.

“Hyuck, are you awake? Baby? Just please answer me.”

Still no response. But then, something drops, and you hear the old bed squeak, his feet shuffle and the spring in your mattress dip. So he’s awake.

“Donghyuck, love, please talk to me.” You cringe at the desperation in your own voice. “I am sorry, I know I fucked up Hyuck. Shout at me, hit me, just-”

You clutch your hair, your back sliding against the door and butt hitting the cold floor. A shiver runs down your spine. Was it winter already?

“Just don’t be quiet, please.”

You bury your face in your hands in a last ditch attempt to keep the sobs under control. It didn’t seem to be working in your favour. The stress at work seems to be finally catching upto you as well. Donghyuck needs space. He doesn’t need you annoying him now when all this could have been prevented had you been more mindful of your actions. You accept your fate and curl into a bundle, deciding to give it a rest for now.

That’s how Donghyuck finds you a few hour laters.

You are hugging your knees close to your chest, head resting uncomfortably on the hard floor. When he takes a closer look, he can see the dried streak of tears on your cheek. You are trembling, and he realises you haven’t even switched the heater on. Something in him breaks at the sight of you like this.

“Hey, baby,” he gently taps your cheek to wake you up. “Baby, you can’t sleep here, come in.”

You make a little noise. He is met with the uncontrollable urge to coo at you, but stops himself given the situation.

“Wake up doll,” he tries again. “You are going to have a terrible back pain at this rate.”

You blink your eyes open sluggishly after a few moments. Donghyuck isn’t wearing his glasses anymore and his hair is mussed up. “Hyuck?” You ask, your sleep muddled brain still not catching up. “Is everything alright?”

Donghyuck sighs, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He loved you too much to stay mad at you for long, no matter what you did.

“Come sleep on the bed baby. We’ll talk about the rest in the morning. Come in now.”