Shake On It [ d. malfoy ]

Author’s Note: I originally planned on posting this as just one long fic buuut instead i’m going to do a mini series, ya know torture you guys just just a lil bit (gif is not mine) also I got all the information about the potions and the ingredients from harry potter wiki and of course I do not own harry potter or the storyline/characters.

Word Count: 8k

Summary: There’s little to nothing Draco values more than his reputation so when he sees it slipping, he’ll do anything in his power to catch it.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, foul language, some bullying and asshole!draco.

This is an AU so all the information doesn’t exactly line up with the hp storyline for example it takes place in sixth year but there’s no Voldemort so Dumbledore doesn’t die etc.

You’d never been much for the ‘social scene’ you just didn’t find enjoyment in the same things your classmates did, so you never really had a big friend group, your only acquaintance having been Irma Prince… The librarian.

That was until your second year when Hermione Granger came into your life like a ray of sunshine brightening up the dark loneliness that had consumed you your first year.

She introduced you to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, although you were never as close with them as you were with Hermione you still couldn’t be more grateful for your newfound friend group, especially since you now didn’t have to endure Draco’s and his fellow Slytherin classmates torment alone.

You were and had always been an easy target for Draco and his entourage since you never really stood up for yourself, instead choosing to ignore how he continuously called you ‘a blood traitor’ for hanging out with ‘the likes of Hermione’ which you never understood, how was someone different from him just because they didn’t have magical parents?

It was a well-known fact that Draco’s father Lucius Malfoy was the cause of his attitude towards muggle-borns, you truly believed that man didn’t have a kind bone in his body.

You remembered once when you’d arrived at platform 9¾ after your third year Draco went to greet his parents and whilst Narcissa (his mother) gave him a big welcoming hug, embracing her son after not having seen him for many months Lucius simply stared down at him with a glare that could only be described as disgust and disappointment before turning and walking away without as much as a greeting to the platinum blond.

Still, that didn’t excuse Draco’s foul behaviour, he was old enough now to have his own opinions and morals and he didn’t seem to be planning on changing them anytime soon.

You were now in your sixth year and unsurprisingly nothing had changed, Draco was still the same arse he’d always been, but as the years went on it was getting progressively easier to ignore him since you’d gotten so used to it.

It almost felt like it had become a part of your daily routine for him to yell something degrading in the hallways, mostly directed at you or Hermione or whatever Gryffindor he felt like bullying that day.

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✮ pairing: bf!jaehyun x fem!reader

✮ tags/warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected sex, rough/dom jaehyun, dirty talk, name calling, oral (f receiving), fingering, spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, heavy make out

✮ w.c: 2k

✮ a.n: my april fools surprise, my comeback lolollol & lowkey forgot today was april fools 😭😭😭

April 1st. The beginning of a new month, yet April 1st holds its own momentum— April Fools.

A day for jokes and laughter, pranks and unhinged behavior. And you’re no different from everybody else. You had your own trick up your sleeve specially prepared for today.

The victim: Jaehyun– your boyfriend of 3 years.

He doesn’t know what awaits him. You take one last look of yourself in the mirror, admiring your perfect body in the black skimpy dress you put on. It hugged your curves beautifully and although heavily revealing, that didn’t matter as you probably won’t make it past the living room in this dress.

When Jaehyun suggested you two go out for some drinks to let “loose” after an exhausting last couple of days, you didn’t miss a beat before you pieced together your April Fools prank.

Jaehyun may never admit it but he hates it when you wear something revealing, in particular the mouth-watering stares you get from other men. He just wishes he could gorge the eyes of every man who even dares look in your direction, and you… oddly enough find it hot.

And so tonight, what better way than to prank him by wearing this dress out in public. As you head towards the bedroom door, you inhale and exhale a breath before exiting the shared room.

“You ready?” Jaehyun speaks up from the couch when he hears the bedroom door shut.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you replied, watching as Jaehyun gets up.

He doesn’t look at you yet, a beat or two go by before his eyes finally land on you. He stills. His breath caught. Jaehyun’s speechless.

The more silent he goes, the more nervous you get. You try your best not to show it, can’t blow this up just yet.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned him, watching as his eyes devour you from head to toe– undressing you.

“What’s wrong?” he repeats, except more breathy and agitated.

Jaehyun moves closer, the spell that held him still coming undone. You’re backed against the wall, Jaehyun only a centimeter or two away. You could feel his breath on your exposed skin. You throbbed, finding this all too pleasuring.

“Where are you going dressed like…” he says before scanning your body again, “this.”

His eyes come back to yours.

“The bar. Isn’t that where you wanted us to go?”

No answer. He holds his eyes on yours, almost as if to see through you.

Jaehyun chuckles, leaning into your ear. “Not anymore,” he whispers.

His mouth clashes onto yours. Unlike his typical soft and gentle kisses, he’s devouring you in a heated exchange. His tongue fighting its way inside your mouth. Lips molding into yours like dough and teeth crashing into one another. He was like a dehydrated man and you were his only form of hydration.

His hands roam your body, leaving a trailing blaze down to your ass. His hands grope and play with your ass, his movements leaving you even more hot and heavy.

Jaehyun breaks away first, tugging onto your bottom lip. He doesn’t speak, just moves. He moves slowly down your body, his faint breaths seeping through your dress.

He’s on his knees, hands moving up your legs in a slow and excruciating manner. Jaehyun starts lifting your dress, all the way up to your stomach.

He inches closer.

© jhdyuiee

2025. 04. 01

sometimes I cry

get over yourself / l.dh

>pairing. dom donghyuck! x reader >summary.  The semester is over, and your friend group decides to escape to a cabin to unwind and shake off the stress. Of course, you knew Donghyuck would be there—he was your friend before he was a little more. Now, you’re just friends again… or at least, that’s what you tell yourself to not overthink it. But old feelings start creeping back, and he’s making it impossible to ignore them. >genre. smut, fluff, friends to friends with benefits to lovers? >words. 7.4k >tags. fingering, usage of degrading words (slut, whore), reader uses she/her pronouns, penetration, praising, jealousy, swearing, sex jokes, jelousy, kind of exhibition fantasy, slapping, no condom reader is on pills (pls practice safe sex!), 18+ minors dni! >a/n. guys i dreamed this like a week ago lmao now i want to fuck hyuck in a cabin :(

You hadn’t planned on going to the cabin trip. It was one of those last-minute decisions—Yunjin begging you to come, swearing it would be “just what you need.” And honestly? Maybe she was right. A weekend away with friends, no stress, just good vibes. Plus, you already knew Donghyuck was coming. Yunjin mentioned it like it was nothing, just another name in the group chat, and you refused to let it get under your skin. It’s been a while. You’re both adults. Civil. More than capable of existing in the same space without making it a thing.

The cabin is beautiful—tucked deep into the woods, far enough from the city that you lose signal halfway up the mountain road. It’s all wooden beams and wide open windows, warm lights strung across the ceiling, a crackling fireplace in the main room. Cozy. Inviting. Way too romantic for a group of college kids.

But you shake off the thought as you step inside, taking in the sight of everyone settling in, laughter spilling through the space. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

And then, your eyes find him.

Not because you were expecting to see him. Obviously. But there he is, lounging on the couch like he owns the place, flashing that easy, lazy smile as he talks to someone—to her. His arm is draped over the back of the sofa, body angled just enough to make the conversation feel private.

It’s not like you even care. Its usual Donghyuck behaviour so its not surprising. 

But then he glances up, his eyes locking onto yours across the room. His smile doesn’t waver, but his gaze lingers a second too long.

Something in your chest tightens.

Great.

Just two months ago that feeling wouldn't have been a problem or even something new. Back then, you and Donghyuck had something—intimate, but not serious. No labels, no expectations. Just sex and maybe if you were lucky enough, some conversations after it It was never supposed to be more than that.

You’ve never been the kind of person who can keep things casual. You catch feelings too fast, too deep, and that’s exactly what happened. And Donghyuck? He doesn’t work like that. 

So it didn’t end well. But it didn’t end badly, either. No fights, no dramatic fallouts. Just a quiet, unspoken understanding that you both wanted different things. A shift from something to nothing.

"Y/N, you came!" Chenle’s voice cuts through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. You blink, shaking off the weight of your emotions just in time to see him emerging from the kitchen, a bright grin on his face.

You quickly glance away from where Donghyuck is, pasting on a smile as Chenle pulls you into a hug. His energy is infectious, the kind of warmth you desperately need right now.

"Did someone give you a tour of the cabin yet?" he asks, pulling back slightly to look at you.

You open your mouth to answer, but then it hits you—Yunjin was supposed to be your tour guide. Instead, the second you both stepped inside, she made a beeline for the kitchen, mumbling something about needing a drink.

Your lips press together as you huff a small laugh. "I was supposed to get one, but Yunjin abandoned me for alcohol."

"Sounds about right," Chenle snickers.

"You say that like it’s a bad thing," another voice chimes in.

You turn to see Yunjin finally reappearing, a drink in her hand and Renjun trailing behind her. She barely looks apologetic.

Renjun sets his cup down and gives you a small smile. "Glad you made it." 

“Thanks, guys,” you say, adjusting the strap of your bag. “You can give me the tour later. Just show me my room so I can drop my stuff. Also—where is everyone?”

Yunjin takes a sip of her drink before nodding toward the back. “Outside by the fire. We were supposed to be helping set things up, but…” she exchanges a glance with Renjun, smirking, “we got a little distracted with the drinks.”

You snort. “Typical of you two.”

Chenle chuckles. “Come on, I’ll show you where you’re staying.”

You were just about to go up the stairs, past the sofa where Haechan and that girl were lounging, when you hear his voice—.

“Hey, Y/N. Was expecting you said hi after you came in." He says playfully, with his legs all spread in the sofa.

You know he was trying to irk you up, but it wouldn't be that easy. Beside you had nothing to be irked up for 

"Hi," you say with a light, easy smile, your tone deliberately casual. "I was going to say hello earlier, but then Chenle showed up and, well… completely slipped my mind."

You don’t miss the way Hyuck’s brows twitch, his jaw tensing for just a fraction of a second. It’s subtle—anyone else might have overlooked it—but you catch it. The corners of your lips twitch as you fight the urge to smirk. He tilts his head, almost as if he’s trying to read you, but then, he just shrugs, his usual cocky grin returning.

“Right, sure, you’re always so forgetful,” he teases, his voice light again, but the edge is a little sharper now. The girl next to him giggles softly, and you can feel the irritation rising in your chest, even though you know you have no reason to care.

You offer a small, polite laugh, forcing yourself not to let his words get to you. You step into the room Chenle shows you, the cozy space offering a momentary sense of relief from the tension downstairs. The bed is neatly made, a small window offering a view of the woods outside. "So..." He starts, taking a few steps into the room, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets. "You and Hyuck... everything cool?" He doesn't have to finish the sentence; you can tell he knows exactly what he’s asking. The way his eyebrows lifts and his lips purses You smile a little and smack Chenle playfully on the arm. "Of course we’re cool, why wouldn’t we be? You know he’s just annoying," you tease, trying to brush it off like it’s no big deal. 

Chenle grins, rubbing the spot where you hit him. "C'mon, spill the tea. You’ve never been this mysterious before."

You gasp, widening your eyes in mock shock. "So, you’re saying i’m always just spilling all my business like it’s some casual chat?!"

Chenle raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "So there is business then?" His voice is laced with excitement, clearly proud of himself for catching onto something.

You roll your eyes, sighing dramatically. "Got me there. I really don’t want to talk about it right now," you say, trying to deflect. "Besides, we’re here to have a great time, and we will. So no more of this “Hyuck”  talk, okay?"

Chenle laughs, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. No Hyuck. But remember, I’m here if you change your mind." He winks before turning to leave. 

You can’t help but laugh it off. He’s always so clever, always able to read you like an open book, even when you don’t want him to. After a some minutes, you finish unpacking your things, mentally telling yourself to just relax and enjoy the weekend. But before you can get too comfortable, you hear Yunjin’s voice calling from downstairs.

“Y/N, come on down! We’re about to head out for dinner!” You glance at the clock—it’s getting late, but you’re feeling the hunger starting to set in. You step outside, the cold night air hitting you, and the scent of pine trees mixing with the warmth of the nearby fire. Following the sounds of laughter, you make your way toward the firepit in the woods.

There’s a circle of folding chairs around the fire, and you spot everyone, including Donghyuck, who seems to be in his element, lounging casually. He’s talking to the girl sitting next to him, clearly flirting by the way he leans in to whisper something in her ear, his eyebrows lifting slightly in that charming, mischievous way he does. Bu then, his eyes immediately find yours as you approach, and for a split second, everything around you feels a little more distant. His gaze lingering just a moment too long. A small, knowing smile tugs at his lips, but you don't let yourself fall into it. You shake your head, forcing yourself to pull your attention away from him. As you walk past the group, you make sure to say hello to everyone you haven’t greeted yet, keeping your tone light You take a seat next to Yunjin, who immediately hands you a plate. You grab it gratefully and start roasting your meat, trying to ignore the heat of the fire and the unease gnawing at you. Everyone is chatting happily, passing drinks and joking around, and for a moment, it feels like you’re part of the easy, relaxed group.

But then, your eyes unwillingly flicker back to Donghyuck.

He’s still sitting with the girl, his attention mostly on her as he leans in to whisper something in her ear. You watch as his fingers casually brush over her bare leg, rubbing slowly and purposefully, as if to remind you of something. The sight hits you in a way you weren’t prepared for, and you quickly look away, your heart thudding in your chest.

You force a smile at something Yunjin says, trying to push the discomfort aside, but it’s hard to ignore the way Donghyuck’s eyes keep flicking toward you, as if he knows exactly what kind of reaction he’s causing. Does he realize he still has that effect on you? Does he want to? Shit you’re starting to overthink 

But before you can get too lost in your own spiraling thoughts, Jaemin—your ever-enthusiastic friend who organized this trip—lifts a cup of wine, clearly ready to kick off the night. He grins widely, making eye contact with the group.

"I think this is what everyone needed after such an excruciatingly long, boring, and tiresome semester," he announces, raising his cup higher. "So cheers—for just getting over it!"

Everyone cheers, some clinking their cups together, the laughter bubbling up as the tension of the past few weeks seems to lift for a moment. It’s a simple gesture, but it feels like a little release. You take a sip of your drink, letting the wine settle warmly in your chest, trying to focus on the people around you and not the way Donghyuck’s still lingering in your peripheral vision.

Jaemin, always one for keeping things interesting, wiggles his eyebrows and smirks. "Great, so to make things more interesting, why don't we play some games?"

Everyone cheers and laughs, their excitement palpable in the chilly night air. You can’t help but smile, though it’s tinged with a bit of tension. You already know where this is going—Truth or Dare. It’s always the easiest game to get everyone involved, and it’s never as innocent as it seems.

"What game are you thinking?" Donghyuck's voice cuts through the noise, dripping with that signature smugness.

You glance over, only to realize that, in the short time you weren’t paying attention, the girl he brought who had been sitting next to him has now comfortably draped herself across his lap, the move so effortless it almost feels rehearsed. His arm is loosely wrapped around her, his fingers brushing the curve of her back in a way that feels too intimate, too natural.

A knot tightens in your chest. You force yourself to look away, focusing instead on the group, trying not to let the sight of them together eat at you. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that something has shifted. That something between you and Donghyuck—no matter how casual it was—was still lingering in the air.

Jaemin, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere, interrupts your spiraling thoughts with his usual energy. “Alright, alright! Truth or dare, guys?” he says, clearly eager to dive into the chaos of the game. “Who’s first?”

Hanbin doesn't hesitate, with a grin that matches Jaemin’s enthusiasm. “Me” he announces, looking around the circle. His eyes settle on Giselle, who’s sitting a little further down the line. “Giselle, truth or dare?”

Giselle smiles, lips curling in that devil-may-care way she does. “Dare,” she says without a second thought, not even a flicker of hesitation. The group bursts into playful “Ooohs” and chuckles

Hanbin, not missing a beat, grins mischievously. “Alright then. I dare you to jump into the lake… with the person you like the most in here.”

Giselle blinks, looking a little taken aback for a moment. The dare’s unexpected twist sends a ripple through the group, and a few people snicker, exchanging knowing looks.

Giselle, who’s always been cool under pressure, pauses for a second before her eyes scan the circle. She meets Jeno’s gaze for a brief moment. The silence feels heavy for a second. And you’re not sure if it’s just the alcohol, or if it’s something else, but you’re almost holding your breath waiting for her response.

“Alright,” she says, grinning wide. “I guess it’ll be… you.” She points straight at Jeno, and for a second, the tension is palpable.

Jeno looks surprised, but then he shrugs, a small grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “Guess I don’t have a choice now, do I?”

Giselle laughs, grabbing his hand as they both stand up, taking their shoes off and running toward the lake. The group watches as they splash and laugh in the distance, leaving a trail of joy behind them.

You can’t help but feel a little lighter, the tension that had been gnawing at you slowly dissipating with each laugh and playful challenge. For the first time tonight, it’s easy to forget about Donghyuck—about the tension between the two of you. The dares keep coming, each more ridiculous than the last, and everyone is laughing, getting caught up in the chaos of it all.

Just as you’re getting into the rhythm of the game, your laughter fading into the night, someone suddenly calls out.

“Ryujin, truth or dare?”

That’s when you realize—that is the name of the girl Donghyuck has been glued to all night. Ryujin. She’s still perched on his lap, her body leaning into him in that way that makes you feel... well, uncomfortable. The way her laugh sounds too flirtatious, and the way she looks at him, is all too much for your nerves to handle.

She chuckles, her eyes never leaving Donghyuck’s, a slow, teasing smile curling on her lips. “Dare,” she says, her voice low and sultry, clearly looking straight at him.

The group waits in anticipation, the energy shifting as everyone knows exactly who the dare is for.

Without missing a beat, someone calls out the dare, and your heart skips a beat.

“I dare you to give Donghyuck a lap dance.”

The group laughs, some cheer, others just watch in stunned silence. Ryujin, for a split second, looks over at Donghyuck, her smile widening with the challenge. He grins back, clearly entertained by the idea, but you can’t bring yourself to look away from the scene unfolding in front of you.

Ryujin gracefully slides off his lap, standing up in front of him. With one last glance at him, she winks, her movements fluid and confident as she begins to dance, each step calculated to draw attention.

The air around the firepit thickens with the tension, and the group is buzzing, clearly enjoying the dare. But even as Ryujin moves with confidence, you can’t help but notice Donghyuck’s gaze flickering to you every now and then. His eyes meet yours for a second before he quickly looks away, like he’s testing the waters, trying to gauge your reaction.

You try to ignore it, to focus on anything else, but it’s hard when you feel his gaze on you—so deliberate, so loaded with unspoken words. Every time he looks at you, you feel that old pull, the one that was never quite gone.

Ryujin, clearly aware of his attention, turns up the heat of her performance, moving closer to Donghyuck, her movements more exaggerated, but there’s a tension now—a strange kind of competition between her and the unspoken bond between you and Donghyuck. Every time he glances at you, you feel like he’s testing the limits, seeing just how much you’ll take before you crack.

As Ryujin ends her performance with a bold kiss on Donghyuck’s lips, the air feels thick, the tension palpable. The crowd bursts into applause, some laughing, others clearly enjoying the spectacle. You, however, can’t help but feel a little uneasy.

Yunjin, sitting next to you, gives a playful eye roll and mutters low enough for you to hear, “Ugh, what a show-off.” Her tone is more teasing than judgmental, but you can tell she’s just as uncomfortable as you. She quickly follows with a louder, “Next!” to shift the focus away from the moment, and just like that, everyone moves on. For you though, it was still a bit much to take in, and you’re feeling the weight of the situation creeping up on you. The sounds of the game and the chatter outside feel distant now, almost too loud.

You stand up, needing a little breather. “I’m just gonna grab some water,” you tell Yunjin with a small smile, hoping it looks casual, but she nods understandingly.

Inside the cabin, the warmth feels like a slight relief. You make your way to the kitchen, your mind racing but needing the quiet to settle. The fridge hums softly as you grab a bottle of water, twisting the cap off a little too fast. You take a long sip, trying to clear your mind, the sound of the laughter outside fading into the background.

But it’s not long before you hear a playful whistle behind you, making you jump.

You freeze, heart racing for a split second before you jump to your feet, splashing water across the floor and yourself in the process.

“What the hell!” you exclaim, spinning around quickly. There, leaning casually against the doorway, is Donghyuck, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

"Wow, wow, don’t get all jumpy and wet on me," Donghyuck teases, his grin wide as he leans against the doorframe.

You grunt, clearly annoyed. "Just what I needed," you mutter to yourself, wiping the water from your hands as you glare at him.

"Ha, ha, very funny," you say sarcastically, closing the fridge door with more force than necessary, hoping it'll send him the message. "Just leave me alone, okay?"

He raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Why?" he asks, his voice light but challenging, still hovering in the doorway, clearly enjoying the way he’s gotten under your skin.

You cross your arms, your patience wearing thin as you stare at him. "What do you mean 'Why'? You've done enough tonight."

Donghyuck tilts his head slightly, his grin widening as he leans in, clearly enjoying this back-and-forth. "Really? Care to explain what exactly I've done?"

You give him a pointed look, trying to keep your cool despite the growing tension. "Don't play dumb, you know exactly what you’re doing. Go away and keep enjoying your night with Ryujin," you say, your voice tight with frustration.

Donghyuck raises an eyebrow, his expression softening just slightly. "Mmm, Ryujin, right," he says thoughtfully, as if savoring the name, his tone mocking but not entirely serious. He leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, studying you.

You sigh, turning slightly to walk away, hoping he’ll just drop it and let you be. But he doesn’t move, watching you intently, and you feel the heat of his gaze at your back.

"You're still not over it, huh?" he mutters under his breath, the words almost like a challenge.  His words catch you off guard, the bluntness hitting you harder than you expected.

"Over what?" you ask, voice shaking slightly from the shock. "The three months we just played with each other's feelings?" You turn to face him, your frustration bubbling over as you finally let it all out.

Donghyuck looks at you for a moment, a flicker of something—regret, maybe?—passing through his eyes. But it’s gone almost as quickly as it came. "I didn't play with you," he says, his voice low, almost defensive. "I told you from the start I didn’t do serious relationships."

You take a deep breath, trying to push the frustration down, but it bubbles back up, sharper this time. "Yeah, you did, thankfully," you snap, your voice thick with sarcasm. "Because of course, I wouldn’t start thinking our late-night conversations meant anything." The words leave your mouth faster than you can think, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve said too much.

Donghyuck doesn’t respond immediately. He just stands there, quiet, his gaze fixed on you like he's studying every emotion flashing across your face. His eyes soften for just a second, but the moment quickly passes, and the familiar cocky smirk returns. You know that look, the one that says he’s not taking you seriously.

"Whatever, Hyuck," you mutter, your frustration building up again. "Whatever game you're playing with me and that girl, it stops here."

He looks at you with a knowing smirk, a lazy chuckle escaping his lips. "Game?" His tone is casual, almost amused, as if he’s not bothered in the slightest. "Why would you ever think I’m playing?"

You narrow your eyes, but the edge of your anger starts to dull just slightly. He steps closer, slow and unbothered, his presence overwhelming despite his relaxed posture.

"I'm done, seriously," you say, your voice firm, but there's a hint of vulnerability you can't quite shake off.

He tilts his head slightly, studying you with that damn smug smile still lingering. "Then go," he says, the words light but with an underlying challenge. "If you don’t want to be here with me, right now, you’re free to go."

You feel a flicker of something at his words, and even though your mind tells you to walk away, your feet stay rooted in place. You don’t move, even as the tension hangs in the air, thick and charged. 

He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving yours. You feel your pulse quicken as he closes the gap between you. Each step is slow, deliberate, as though he's testing the waters, gauging your reaction.

Before you can process what’s happening, his hand is suddenly around your neck, not choking, but just enough to make you freeze. The pressure is light but firm, and you can feel the heat of his palm against your skin. You tilt your head back slightly, instinctively, to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing the side of your throat.

Your breath hitches, heart pounding in your chest as he pulls you closer, his eyes locked on yours. You can’t tear your gaze away, caught in the intensity of the moment.

He leans in, his voice a soft whisper in your ear. “I don’t think we’re done yet.” The words send a shiver down your spine, his breath warm against your skin as his grip tightens ever so slightly.

Before you can respond, he closes the space between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s anything but rough. It’s slow, deliberate, and filled with the same undeniable tension that’s been building between you both. The kiss is hot, sensual—there’s no hesitation in it. His lips move with a confidence that matches his cocky smile, and you can’t help but respond, your body instinctively leaning into him, fingers brushing against his chest as you both get lost in the moment. As the kiss deepens, his tongue slips past your lips, the sensation catching you off guard. He moves with a gentle assertiveness, his tongue teasing yours in a slow dance, it’s not rushed, each moment stretched out as if he’s savoring every second of it. The kiss is fiery yet controlled After a few moments of being completely distracted in the kiss, you push him back, your hands firmly on his chest. He grins, the cocky, playful look he always wears creeping back onto his face as if he just won.

“Kissing me back like that and saying you want me gone doesn't make much sense," he says, his voice low, teasing, and filled with that unmistakable arrogance.

You feel your frustration building again, every nerve alight from the kiss, but now you’ve had enough. You step back, your tone firm and sharp as you meet his gaze.

"I'm not fucking you, Hyuck. Get lost." 

His grin falters for just a moment, but he quickly recovers, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You’re not fooling anyone, Y/N," he says, his voice dripping with that same teasing tone. "You might say you don’t want me, but your body’s telling me otherwise."

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, your heart racing, the tension from the kiss still lingering on your lips. It’s hard to ignore the way he makes you feel, how his presence always seems to have this effect on you. But you refuse to let him get the best of you again. You force yourself to look away, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to mask the way his words have affected you.

"What do you want from me?" The words slip out of your mouth before you can even think about them, your voice a mix of confusion and frustration. 

"What do I want from you?" he repeats, his voice softer than you expected, almost too calm. He studies you carefully, as if weighing his words. "I want you, only you, Y/n," he says, his voice low and steady, the words hanging between you like a promise—or a challenge.  

You let out a dry laugh, more out of disbelief than amusement. "You want me so much you brought Ryujin" The words come out sharper than you intended, a mix of frustration and confusion, but also the sting of jealousy. 

"She's not the one I want, Y/n. Not now, not ever."

He leans in just enough that you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin, his lips a whisper away from yours. "You’re the one I want," he says, each word heavy with intent.

You feel a flutter in your chest, despite yourself, but you bite down on your lower lip to keep yourself from reacting too strongly. The tension between you two is unbearable now, thicker than ever, and for a moment, you wonder if you can hold your ground.

But before you can respond, he’s already there, his hand brushing lightly against your arm, sending a spark of heat rushing through you. His touch lingers for just a second too long, a reminder of everything you’re trying to ignore.

Then, without another word, he leans in. His lips crash against yours again, this time more urgent, more desperate. This kiss is hungry, electric, and you can feel the pull of it deep within you. His hands slide around your body, every move deliberate and slow, as if he's mapping every curve, every inch of you. He trails his lips down your neck, finding that sensitive spot just below your ear, and you shiver involuntarily, your body reacting despite your best efforts to resist.

His hands move lower, and before you can think, you feel the heat of his palm press against you, fingers grazing your skin in a way that sets your entire body on fire. "Let’s go to my room," you say, your voice barely a whisper, shaking with a mix of desire and uncertainty. The words slip out before you can second-guess yourself, but once they do, there's no turning back.

Maybe if you share this moment again with him, he’ll stay with you. He’ll remember how good you were to him, how easy it was to lose yourselves in each other’s touch.

"Wait, Y/n," he says, his tone softer now, a slight hesitation in his voice. "Are you sure? I don’t want to mislead you in any way."

You freeze for a moment, the question hanging in the air, heavy with its own uncertainty. It’s not what you were expecting.

"Don’t you want me?" you ask, your voice steady but carrying an edge of challenge, almost daring him to say otherwise. 

He studies you for a moment longer, his gaze intense as he processes your words. His question hangs in the air, sharpening the tension between you both.

"How much have you had to drink? Be honest," he asks, his tone suddenly serious, almost like he's trying to gauge the sincerity of your actions.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and respond without hesitation. "Not much, like two cups," you say, your voice steady despite the heat coursing through you.

Donghyuck's eyes flicker with something unreadable as he processes your answer. “Two cups, huh?” he mutters, almost as if to himself, before his eyes lock with yours again, and that familiar smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

“Just making sure,” he says, voice low, but now there's a glimmer of the playful edge returning. “Let’s go then” 

Without wasting a second, Hyuck guides you into the room, urgency in every movement. He presses you against the wall, his lips finding yours in an intense, hungry kiss. His hand wraps around your neck, the familiar way he kisses you — the one that always leaves you breathless. You can feel the pressure building between you, the way his touch makes you forget everything else.

He taps your thigh lightly, silently urging you to jump into his arms. Without hesitation, you do, the sudden contact of his body against yours sending a surge of heat through you. He spins you around, pinning you against the wall once more, his lips trailing down your neck, grazing over your clavicles. Your breath catches, a soft moan slipping out as you feel the hard bulge pressing against your sensitive spot. Starved for this kind of touch, you’re already lost in it.

In a rush, your hoodie and pants come off, discarded quickly. When you go back to him, the absence of a bra sends a thrill through his body. A low laugh escapes his lips, playful yet laced with desire. “God, you were totally expecting this,” he teases, fingers lightly skimming over your skin, making you shiver.

He carries you to the bed, lowering himself with you on top. His hands are immediately at work, one teasing your left breast while the other explores the other. Before you can respond, his mouth is on your breast, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around your nipple, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

You become putty in his hands, your body reacting instinctively to every touch. The need for more builds, and before you can stop yourself, you begin rubbing yourself through your panties against his hard covered cock, the friction sending sparks of heat through your body. He halts, pulling away from you for a moment, his voice low and commanding.

“Fuck, stop rubbing yourself on me,” he growls, his grip tightening. “I’ll pin you down if you keep doing that.”

You let out a low whine, your voice dripping with teasing desire. “Like that would be such a shame,” you murmur, fingers working to rid him of his clothes.

He scoffs, a mocking laugh escaping him. “What a little whore,” he taunts, his grip tightening on you. “I might not even give you my dick, and yet here you are, acting like you’re in charge.”

The energy between you two shifts instantly. He spins you both around, now with him on top. You moan as you try to hurry and get his pants off, your hands eager for more.

Before you can get very far, he pins both of your arms above your head with a firm grip, strong enough to stop any chance of escape.

“Behave and take what I give you,” he warns, his voice dark with authority. You've learned by now that when he gives a warning, it’s not just for show. You still yourself under him, forcing yourself to stop moving. He loosens his hold on your arms, giving you just a moment to breathe, checking to see if you’re truly still.

His hands start to explore your body, a slow, deliberate touch. Starting from your ankles, his fingers rub up your legs, sending little jolts of anticipation with every inch of skin they graze. After a few moments, his hands inch closer to your most sensitive spot. You squirm beneath him, the tension building as you feel him nearing where you need him most.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this kind of attention, and your body reacts before your mind can catch up.

His fingers brush over the fabric of your panties, your wetness making them stick to your skin. He slides them to the side, teasing you, his breath hot against your ear. “How long before you come on my fingers?” he whispers, his tone low and mocking. “It’s been so long I can’t even remember... Maybe I can set a new record.” He laughs mockingly and slides one finger inside, his thrusts slow but steady, like he’s savoring the moment.

He doesn't give you a chance to speak before he shifts his attention back to your chest, his mouth on one of your tits, sucking and swirling his tongue around the nipple. The feeling is almost too much, and you moan in response. The sensation of his mouth, paired with the steady rhythm of his fingers inside you, makes everything blur together.

“Fuck, put another one in,” you beg, your voice desperate, pleading.

But it’s like he doesn’t even hear you. Instead, he pulls back just enough to look at you, well not really at you but your boobs, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I missed these tits,” he mutters, the words laced with hunger. “I bet they missed me too. Look how they react to me,” he hums, his words a tease as he takes your right breast in his mouth, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

The sensations grow even more intense as he slides a second finger in, thrusting them faster, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. You’re a moaning mess, your body at his mercy, caught in the rhythm he’s set. All these sensations are overwhelming—the speed of his fingers, the relentless pressure of his thumb on your clit, his mouth on your skin, teasing, consuming. Your body is caught in the buildup, anticipation tightening every muscle, your breath coming out in short, desperate gasps.

And just when you’re teetering on the edge, he stops.

A strangled whine escapes you as your brows knit together, frustration bubbling up. You slap his chest weakly. “Asshole!”

Hyuck laughs, low and smug. His dark eyes glint with amusement as he watches you writhe beneath him. “Did you really think you deserved to come?” His voice drips with mockery, the words slow and deliberate.

Before you can protest, a sharp slap lands against your soaked core—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you jolt, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. Then another. The sting melts into something warmer, something that makes your thighs quiver.

“Please, H-Hyuck,” your voice comes out breathy, laced with desperation.

He hums in faux contemplation, tilting his head as he drags his fingers lazily through your slickness, teasing but not giving in. “Now you’ll behave?” He leans in, breath hot against your ear. “Mmm, where should I let you come today? In my mouth? On my cock?” His tone is hushed, taunting, as his fingers trace circles around your clit, never quite giving you what you need.

“Anywhere! Everywhere, please!” The words spill out before you can stop them, your desire taking over.

He chuckles darkly, lifting you effortlessly and positioning you until you're straddling him. You barely register the shift before his hands grip your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and unyielding, studying your flushed face.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” His words are cutting, but the softness in his touch, as his thumb brushes across your hip, keeps you grounded.

One of his hands slides up to cup your jaw, thumb tracing the corner of your mouth. “Open up.”

You do, lips parting obediently. He slips his fingers past them, pressing down against your tongue as you swirl it around him, tasting the salt of your own arousal. His breathing stutters for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something primal flashing in his eyes before he regains control. “Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers free with a slick pop. “You’re behaving so well… maybe you do deserve a reward.”

His hands find your hips again, guiding you down onto his thigh. You don’t even realize until now—he’s still fully clothed, his jeans rough against your bare skin. The contrast makes you shiver.  A soft furrow forms between your brows as you take in the realization, but it quickly dissolves when he gives you a subtle nudge, encouraging you to move. “Make yourself come on my thigh” 

You start slow, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm, hands braced against his shoulders. His gaze never wavers, watching the way you react to every flex of his thigh, every brush of denim against your swollen clit.

Heat creeps up your neck, embarrassment settling in. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the whimpers spilling from your lips. But the pleasure is too much, too good—you can’t stop the occasional gasp or the way your nails dig into his arms.

Hyuck only smirks, tilting his head slightly so his lips ghost over the shell of your ear. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “Grinding on my thigh like a desperate little slut.”

A shiver runs through you at his words. His hands roam over your back, pressing you closer, his touch contrasting the filth on his tongue. “Fuck, I missed this,” he groans, voice raspier now. “Missed the way you fall apart for me. Can’t wait to fuck you like you deserve.”

He flexes his thigh beneath you, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Your movements grow more frantic, desperate, chasing that edge once again. His fingers grip your waist tighter, grounding you, guiding you.

And then—it crashes over you.

Your body tenses, pleasure rippling through you in waves. His name spills from your lips, breathless and wrecked, as he soothes you through it, large hands tracing circles along your back. His lips brush against your temple, a rare, fleeting moment of tenderness amid the chaos.

You collapse against him, still trembling, and his arms tighten around you, holding you in place. His heartbeat thrums steadily against your ear, grounding you.

And then, just as you start to catch your breath, he chuckles—low and teasing. “Now that was cute… but I hope you didn’t think we were done.”

You lift your head off his shoulder, meeting his eyes as he smiles softly, the tenderness in his expression contrasting the tension in the air.

“Come on, get on all fours.” His voice is low and commanding. He helps you turn, your forearms braced against the surface beneath you. You turn your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him undressing. You wiggle your hips, teasing him, and he slaps your ass, making you gasp.

“Stop moving, slut,” he orders, his voice sharp.

“Please, fuck me already,” you beg, your voice trembling with desperation.

He scoffs, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll fuck the attitude out of you.” Before you can say anything, he suddenly enters you, half of his shaft sliding inside with a harsh thrust. A moan, half-scream, escapes you at the intense stretch.

“Shit, you’re squeezing me like it’s the first time,” he growls. You glance back over your shoulder to see his eyes shut in pleasure, his grip tightening on your hips. His head tilts back in ecstasy, and the sight alone makes you want to come.

He begins thrusting into you, hard and relentless. He finds that perfect spot deep inside, and you gasp, your vision blurring with pleasure as stars dance behind your eyes. You feel your body surrender to the sensation, his rhythm unyielding as he pulls you up to his chest by the neck, his lips crashing against yours. His hands wander to your breasts, massaging them roughly as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside you, now faster, deeper.

You lose control of your words, only incoherent babbling escaping your lips as he watches you with dark amusement.

“Going dumb on me now, huh? Where’s that attitude?” he taunts, his thrusts harder, faster, making your body tremble beneath him.

“Hah… ah… I’m f-fuck…” you moan, gasping for air as he holds you in place by the waist, forcing you to stay right where he wants you.

“You’ll come when I tell you,” he says, his tone firm. With a sudden shift, he flips you both over, leaving you lying on your back, legs pushed to your shoulders as he thrusts into you again.

You scream, the pleasure  being too much and he presses his hand over your mouth, muffling your cries.

“Want someone to find you like this? Like a bitch taking everything from me? After all that attitude you gave me earlier?” His words cut through you like a whip, and your eyes water with a mixture of pleasure and shame as you shake your head, unable to speak.

“I bet your friends would be real surprised. Maybe that’s what you want,” he sneers, thrusting deeper with each word.

His rhythm changes, slow and deep now, drawing out every moan from you. He hits that spot again and again, and you feel yourself clenching around him, your body betraying you with every movement. He senses it, letting go of your mouth just to hear your desperate plea.

“I’m comingg, p-please,” you whine, your voice cracked with need. He doesn’t stop, keeping his pace steady until your body finally unravels, a silent scream of pleasure escaping you as you come undone around him.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “Keep doing that, my sweet pussy. She loves this dick so much.”

He pulls out of you slowly, both of you taking in the aftermath of the intense connection. The silence lingers for a moment, thick with the weight of the moment, before he carefully shifts, gently pulling away from you. You feel the cool air against your skin as he moves, and you wince slightly at the emptiness.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a second before moving to kiss your cheek. You close your eyes at the tenderness of the gesture, letting the warmth of his touch soothe you for a brief moment.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he murmurs, breaking the quiet, but his voice is softer now, a little more grounded.

Hyuck disappears into the bathroom for a moment before returning with a pack of wet wipes. He kneels between your legs, gently cleaning you up with slow, deliberate movements. It’s intimate, in a way that makes your chest tighten. His touch is careful, his eyes softer now, the teasing glint momentarily absent.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, discarding the wipe and cupping your knee.

You nod, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “Yeah.”

He hums, wiping himself off quickly before tossing the pack aside. As he stretches, he glances at you, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “So… when’s this happening again?”

You scoff, shoving at his arm. “Hyuck.”

“What?” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “I missed this.”

You hesitate, watching him carefully. There’s something about the way he says it, how his voice dips just a little, that makes your stomach flip. You inhale sharply, fingers tightening in the fabric of your shirt. “Did you miss me?” The words slip out before you can stop them.

His expression shifts slightly. It’s subtle, but you catch it—the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. His teasing demeanor falters for just a second.

“You and me…” You wet your lips, searching his face. “I don’t think we’re good for each other.”

He tilts his head, studying you. Then, ever so casually, he leans in. “We’re really good to each other, though,” he murmurs, eyes glinting as he throws in a playful eyebrow wiggle.

Despite yourself, you laugh, shaking your head. “I’m serious, Hyuck.”

His smirk fades slightly as he watches you, sensing the vulnerability in your gaze. It’s a risk, you both know it. But maybe… maybe it’s worth it.

Then, to your surprise, he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s try it,” he says. No teasing, no jokes this time. Just the words, hanging in the space between you.

“You and me.”

Your heart almost jumps out of your chest, but you don’t want to give too much away. Instead, you school your expression, biting back the overwhelming rush of emotions. You exhale a slow breath, then flash him a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so now you wanna be serious?” You tilt your head, feigning indifference. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Hyuck rolls his eyes, but there’s something else there—a quiet resolve, maybe even the hint of a smirk. “See? This is why I shouldn’t be nice to you.”

You laugh, nudging his thigh with your foot. “Too late. You already said it.”

He clicks his tongue but doesn’t argue, just watches you with that unreadable look again. The moment lingers, something unspoken weaving between you, but before you can let it settle too deep, he stretches with a groan and checks his phone. His brows lift.

“We’ve only been gone for an hour.” A smirk tugs at his lips. “Think anyone noticed?”

You roll your eyes, adjusting your clothes as you stand. “We should head back before they start asking questions.”

He nods, ruffling his hair in the mirror before tossing you a wink. “You go first, I’ll be right behind you.”

Stepping out into the cool night air, you make your way back down to the bonfire. The warmth of the flames flickers across familiar faces—some are eating desserts, others are splashing in the lake, laughter echoing under the night sky. Everything looks the same, as if the last hour never even happened.

Just as you’re about to grab a drink, Yunjin eyes you curiously, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Where were you?”

Before you can answer, Hyuck appears beside you, his arm draping lazily over your shoulders. “Just taking a walk,” he says smoothly, an easy grin on his face.

Yunjin hums, clearly unconvinced, but doesn’t press further. You exhale, trying to shake off the lingering heat in your skin as the conversation shifts back to harmless chatter.

The night carries on as if nothing had happened.

But you both know better.

When you reach for a drink, you feel him before you see him—Hyuck, pressing in close behind you, his breath warm against your ear.

“So… wanna go again?”

trust

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: steve confesses something deeply personal, your reaction only spurs him on with his newly found confidence

warnings: 18+ this contains smut, f oral receiving, body insecurity, scars, whiney steve, it's real sappy

a/n: this is long and half of it is filth, but it's sweet so it's fine!! steve is smitten and a lil pathetic, idk what else to say

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Robin sat at her kitchen table in rumpled pajamas, hair slightly wild, nursing a mug of coffee that smelled dangerously bitter. She didn’t expect to be out of bed at this hour, but she had a rather pressing matter that demanded her attention.

Her best friend was perched across from her, vibrating with nerves. Steve couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so frazzled before noon—especially on a Sunday.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re here at eight in the morning, or am I supposed to guess?”

Straight to the point, huh? 

He raked a hand through his hair—he’d already done it so many times this morning that it stuck up at all angles. 

“...We went on another date.”

“Right. You and your mystery girl.” A smile pulled at Robin’s lips. “That’s great, Steve, really. Super happy for you. But you needed to wake me up just to tell me you went on a date?”

When she says it like that, it feels like the understatement of the year. 

“I think I blew it,” he said flatly, the words coming out in a rush.

it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

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12 . i think i’m in love with you

ch. 21: if i could fly

Jeno sighs for the nth time that night as he slips on his shoes by the front door. His father’s lecture from dinner is still fresh in his mind, and it plays like a broken record as he stands up and slips on his coat.

He steps out into the frigid air of the night, a shiver running up his spine but he’d much rather freeze right now than stay in the house where his thoughts can’t seem to leave him alone. He walks down the familiar streets of his hometown, a slight grimace on his face as his father’s voice loops through his head.

He needs a drink. Maybe even several drinks. But unfortunately for him, the nearest convenience store in this stupid town was a twenty minute walk, and it would have closed by the time he got there.

He passes his elementary school as he walks and he stops, taking in a deep breath. The playground was painted over a bright yellow, but even then he could see the chips and cracks that came with time. He walks onto the rubber flooring and sits on a swing, the seat being just a bit too small for him but he didn’t care. He shuts his eyes and rests his head against the rope, the thoughts in his mind running rampant as he swings himself slowly.

As he sits on the swing, he can’t help but remember the time you and him were together at the playground near campus. A small huff of laughter leaves his lips as he remembers his own drunken antics, and a fond smile etches it’s way onto his features as he thinks about how well you took care of him despite him being an asshole at the time.

God, he misses you. He misses your laugh thats slightly too loud and the way your eyes twinkle whenever you’re telling your friends about the new book you’ve started to read. He misses the way you furrow your brows when you’re concentrated during dance practice and the way you always try to crack a joke to keep the mood up when everyone’s tired. He misses you, in your entirety, but you were probably back home getting closer to Jaemin while he was stuck here getting hounded by his father every day for the next two weeks.

He sighs heavily, leaning forward and putting his head in his hands. He’s drowning in an amalgamation of thoughts and he can’t use alcohol to drown them out this time, so he just lets the cold numb his hands and face as he sits pitifully in the small swing.

“Oh no. Are you drunk again?”

His head snaps up when he hears your sweet-like-honey voice flood his very cold ears and his eyes lock onto yours, the thoughts that were clouding his head screeching to an abrupt stop as he looks at you for the first time in three weeks.

“Y/N?” His voice comes out raspy because the cold air has completely dried his throat, and he coughs before calling out to you again. “Y-Y/N?”

You sigh, running a gloved hand through your hair, “I had a feeling this would happen. How much did you have?”

“How much what?”

“Alcohol! How much did you drink tonight?” You kneel in front of him with your eyebrows stitched together in slight exasperation and worry. “Whats with you and sitting in below freezing weather when you’re drunk? Are you trying to get frost bite or something?”

He’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you’re actually real and in front of him as you scold him for his lack of appropriate clothing.

“God, you can’t even answer me. Where did you even get alcohol in this fuckass town?” You mumble, taking off your mittens and attempting to put them on his larger hands.

Although his hands are partially numb, he could feel the way your warm fingers gently touch his palm, and he snaps out of his lovestruck daze.

“I’m…I’m not drunk but what are you…why are you here?” He speaks breathlessly, partially because he’s very sure the cold is squeezing his lungs and partially because you’ve gotten impossibly prettier since the last time he saw you.

“You’re not drunk? Really?” You quirk a brow at him, holding up two fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two. Now, answer my question. What are you doing here?” His eyes trace your features as realization dawns on you and you blink at him.

“Oh, well…I came to see you,” Your face softens as you look at him, your hand still holding his as you try to squeeze your mitten on.

He definitely wishes he was drunk right now. At least then, it could excuse the way his heart soars when you tell him you came all this way just to see him.

“How did you…when did you…god, I have so many questions,” He lets out huff, shaking his head as he tries to organize his thoughts.

“Why don’t I walk you back home and we can talk? Your hands are shaking and these stupid mittens won’t fit,” You grumble, pulling them off his fingers and putting them back on.

He shakes his head almost immediately, “No. I don’t want to go home right now.”

You let out a soft sigh, nodding. You understand the feeling all too well, so you don’t push him as you move to sit on the tiny swing next to him. A thick silence fills the space between you two as he looks at the ground and you look at him.

“You’re gonna get cold,” He mumbles, eyes glued to the ground.

You scoff, “I’m properly layered, unlike you.”

He lets out a soft laugh at your snarky response, his head shaking in amusement. It’s quiet again for some time, and you look down at your shoes as he speaks up.

“Why’d you come to see me?” He asks quietly, his feet shuffling on the rubber flooring of the playground. When his question is met with silence, he continues speaking, “I mean, you could be at Chenle’s cabin cozying up to Jaemin right now. Why would you-“

“Jeno, I don’t like Jaemin.”

Your words cut him off and he stills, looking down at his shoes before turning his head to look at you with his brows stitched together in confusion. You roll your eyes at his expression, turning your whole body as best as you can in the tiny ass swing to face him.

“You didn’t watch the whole video, you know. If you did, you would have known that Winter was definitely not talking about Jaemin.”

He blinks slowly, your words registering in his brain as his lips form a small ‘o’.

“So…is it Mark?” He asks quietly, and you let out an annoyed groan.

“Oh my god, you’re dumb,” You mumble into your hands, ignoring his noises of protest as you sigh. “No, it’s not Mark.”

He lets out a noise of realization and you smile in relief, his lips settling in a line. “Right. It’s probably Chenle, huh? You guys are always together, I should have known-”

“It’s you! It’s not Jaemin, Mark, Chenle, or Jisung. Or Renjun or Hyuck or even Winter! It’s you, dumbass. I sat on a damn train for two hours and I am now sitting on the world’s most uncomfortable swing at 11pm in the middle of winter because I like you! Does that spell it out for you?”

Despite the freezing cold temperature that nips at his ears and nose, his face grows incredibly hot at your confession, and his lips part in surprise.

“Y-you…I-I…What?” His voice comes out quietly, a strange feeling churning in his chest and rendering him speechless.

You groan again, standing up from the god awful swing and putting your hand up as if you’re taking an oath.

“I, Y/N Y/L/N, like you, Lee Jeno, and probably have since the minute I joined dance. I like that you have the softest spot for your friends even though you try to act like an asshole. I like that you’re passionate about dance and that you do everything you can to encourage our team members to keep going. I like that we like the same snacks and shows, and I like that I never have to pretend to be someone else around you because even if you pretend like you don’t, I know you like me too,” You let out in one big breath.

Jeno doesn’t know what to do or say. He stares at you with slightly wide eyes and parted lips, any form of vocabulary being completely caught in his throat. He tries to absorb the information you just presented him, his brain replaying your words over and over again.

“Okay so you…” He starts, pointing at you, “Like me?” He points back at himself.

“Yes.”

“And not…Jaemin? Or any of our other friends?”

“Okay, I thought I made that pretty clear but yeah, thats the gist.”

Jeno’s brain hasn’t malfunctioned like this since taking bio chemistry last semester. He’s staring at you with a million thoughts running through his head, but none of them are coherent enough for him to speak, so he just stares dumbly at you for what feels like ages.

“Okay.”

You furrow your brows at his response, moving your hair away from your ears to make sure you heard that correctly, “Okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll probably have a better response for you in like, maybe three hours? But it’s really cold right now and I think it’s causing some sort of neurological delay,” He bounces on the balls of his feet in an attempt to garner some warmth.

It was only then did you realize that he was trembling, not from your confession but from the temperature that only seems to be dropping as you two stand in the playground.

“Oh shit, yeah, let’s get you warmed up. Let’s go home,” You take off your scarf and wrap it around his head, and you empty your pockets of the heat packs you brought and stuff them into his hands.

“I already told you, I don’t want you to-“

“Not that home. Home where everyone else is,” You sigh quietly, “Jaemin already talked to your dad and got your stuff from the house. They should be here to pick us up and take us to the station any minute now.”

“They?” He quirks a brow.

As if on queue, you both turn your heads at the sound of a car honking and see a white SUV pull up in front of the playground. The driver window rolls down and Jaemin sticks his head out, a playful smile on his face as he waves at the two of you. Mark and Jisung follow suit, their heads sticking out of the backseat window as they wave.

“Our train leaves in 20 minutes! Are you two done making out or what?” You hear Chenle’s voice call out from the passenger seat, and you and Jeno both laugh at the way Jaemin grimaces at the volume.

“Come on. Let’s go home,” You smile at Jeno.

His lips are completely frozen, and he’s sure if he moves them too much they’ll crack and bleed, but despite that he manages a small smile and nods, walking towards the car with you.

The entire ride to the train station is a blur for Jeno, your confession weighing heavily on his mind as he stares blankly out the window. The guys buzz with excitement and are going on about what he’s missed since he left, but he drowns all of it out as he contemplates what to do about the fact that you like him. He’s in a daze up until you’re all seated on the train, and Mark pipes up from across the aisle.

“Hey, it’ll be new years in one minute! We should start counting down,” Mark buzzes.

“Don’t remind me. I should be having a rager at my cabin right now,” Chenle grimaces, glaring half heartedly at Jeno.

As Mark starts counting down the minute, Jisung shushes him and ushers him to sit back down in his seat, “Stop that. We’re in public.”

“Theres no one else in the cart besides us! Come on! 15…14…” Mark continues, and you laugh from your seat next to Jeno at his excitement. Jeno’s shoulder gently nudges yours to get your attention and you turn your head to him.

“You’re sure you like me?” He asks quietly, a hint of nervousness and something close to desperation lingering in his soft gaze.

“Yes, Jeno. I’m sure I like you,” You reassure him with a smile.

“Like, how sure?” He presses.

You let out a quiet huff of laughter, “Very sure. So sure I’m willing to bet money on it.”

Jeno’s heart nearly bursts at the seams when your hand accidentally brushes his, and his eyes flicker to Mark, now joined by Chenle, who counts down the last few seconds to the new year.

“3…2…1!”

As the train passes through a tunnel and is plunged into darkness, Jeno leans forward and gently presses his lips against yours. His hand gently cradles your jaw, bringing you closer to him as he kisses you tenderly.

You’re taken aback by the action, your ears ringing half from the way your body seems to buzz at the feeling of his lips and half from the shriek that comes from Jisung as the cart is enveloped in darkness. You’re frozen too long for Jeno’s liking, and he pulls away with worried eyes, thinking he overstepped his boundaries.

“I-I’m sorry, I just-“

You don’t waste another second as you pull him back in by his hoodie, your hands bunching the material as your lips mold with his. His body melts in relief at your touch, and both of his hands come up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you back with every ounce of love and tenderness his body held for you.

When both pull apart, the train is dimly lit again and you’re both slightly out of breath, the smiles on your faces undeniable as you look at each other. Somewhere in the background, you can hear the guys teasing Jisung for his girlish scream, but you can’t afford to pay any mind to that right now when Jeno sits in front of you with his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes filled with nothing but adoration.

“Happy new year, Jeno,” You breathe out, your voice hushed as you let go of his hoodie and smooth out the creases that you caused.

Jeno’s eyes never leave your face as you sheepishly fix his hoodie, and his hands move to gently hold yours in his lap. The voice that tells him he might never be good enough for you is drowned out with the rest of the noise in the cart, and as he stares at your softened features and the way you smile at him so prettily, he decides then and there that he would be okay as long as he was yours.

“Happy new year, Y/N.”

[BONUS]

Jaemin watches with a fond smile as Mark and Chenle count down for the new year, his shoulders shaking with laughter as Jisung cowers in his seat out of embarrassment. His ears perk up when he hears Jeno speak to you from the seats behind him, and he listens in as he asks you if you’re sure you like him.

Typical Jeno, he thinks, rolling his eyes at his friend’s very uncool line of questioning. When the train passes through the tunnel and Jisung lets out a less than manly cry next to him, he notices the silence from behind him and decides to peek through the crack between the seats to see what you two were doing.

His eyes struggle to adjust to the inky darkness in the cart, but he swears he can see what looks like the outline of two people pressed against each other, and he gasps quietly, swatting Jisungs arm.

“Dude! I think they’re kissing, but I can’t see!” He whispers, trying to get a better view without disrupting your moment.

“Who’s that?! Who just touched me?!” Jisung shrieks, and Jaemin slouches back in his seat with a blank stare at the coward beside him.

“Dude, seriously? I’ve been right next to you this whole time,” He mutters, the younger boy putting his hands out and touching the seat in front of him.

“What did you say? It’s too dark, I can’t hear you!”

“What does that have to do with-“

The train cart is dimly lit again and Jisung lets out a sigh of relief, Jaemins face twisted into a slight scowl at his dramatics.

When he peeks through the crack between the seats again, he sees Jeno holding your hands and he smiles, settling back in his seat with his arms crossed over his puffed out chest triumphantly.

Jisung turns to him in an attempt to ignore the teasing coming from beside him. “What are you all smug about?”

“The fruits of my labor are ripe and beautiful, my friend. And I am enjoying them thoroughly.”

Jisung’s eyebrow twitches up in a look of confusion and slight concern, before he turns away from him.

“Whatever that means.”

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wc: 2.8k haha…IM SORRY!

ch. 22:

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NOTES: did you guys like this chapter do you guys love me if i were an ant would you step on me….anyhow i hope you guys love this chapter as much as i do!!! had me geeking and giggling fr. next chapter probably soon because im going on vacation next week and i don’t want you guys to starve (again…)🫂

“thank you for coming over i’m like freaking out i can’t seem to figure it out” you said handing jisung a cup of water while he settles down on your couch looking over your project

“i figured out what’s wrong by the way” he says not even two minutes into looking ag your project “really? thank fuck you’re here mate i’m like dangerously close to a mental breakdown” “when’s the last time you took a break?” “i don’t know man this is irrelevant” “i do think you should tale a break y/n, i saw on your project you confused the magnetic field orientation with the observational signal’s polarization direction, and i know that no y/n in her right mind would ever do that. you’re too smart for this” jisung says as you sigh sitting next to him. he was right. you kind of hoped he wasn’t because this rookie mistake was definitely your last straw. before you knew it you started crying

“i just- i don’t know this project has been stressing me out, and mark- i mean all my friends i’m doing so bad i feel like a shitty friend i just- i don’t know what to do… and now i’m crying in front of you this is so embarrassing holy shit” you say in between sobs. if there’s one thing about you, you HATE crying in front of people and you hate how sympathetic their eyes are when they’re looking at you

“y/n calm down this is not embarrassing, do you know how many times i’ve cried about this fuck ass subject? this whole semester is constantly bringing me closer to the edge i promise” jisung comforts you rubbing small circles on your back “what happened with mark are you okay? no pressure if you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine” he asks “it’s just, he called me earlier and i said i was going to see you and probably eat with you and he gave me shit about telling them we couldn’t see each other this week but then hanging out with you and- i told him it was the project but… god why am i such a shitty friend” you ramble dangerously close to breaking into sobs once more

“it sounds to me like you didn’t do anything, i don’t know why he was acting like that but he was just feeling hurt you have nothing to apologize for this will sort itself out don’t worry. and if anything this just proves how much he values and cares about you so really don’t stress about it okay? let’s just order food, eat, relax and then we’ll work on your project together how does that sound?” he asks still rubbing small circles on your back “it’s fine thank you… what about your project tho?” you ask calming down embarrassment creeping in from letting jisung see you in such a state “i already told you i’d half ass it, it’s done already so now i can completely focus on yours. now, what sounds good? chinese? indian? whatever’s fine with me”

you were really grateful he didn’t mention your outburst. you were really grateful he was the one you called. thank god you guys became friends…right?

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notes: AÏD MABROUK, EID MUBARAK!!! (not sure how many of you celebrate eid as my content isn’t always halal but Eid Mubarak to all who do!!!)

y’all i posted a mark bf texts and there’s a bunch of new people that joined…i feel shy this attention is…idk lmaooo also next week i have like two oral presentations, my finals r coming i am so stressed omgggggggggg i’m so over school i CANT

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Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ after route: mortality

My Hyuck,

Hello my love, how are you? I hope with all my soul that you're well, but if not, just blame all your feelings on Jaemin, just like when we first met. I know these days the two of you are close but he did try to basically kill me once remember?

I would say I hope Mark got this letter to you, but I know he did. He's very reliable like that, that's exactly why I trusted him with this. I feel so at peace knowing you have people like him surrounding you. Please thank him for me.

Okay, I have to write out all my sappy feelings now so I'll try my best to be serious, even though we both know that was never my strong suit. Pardon me if I crack a few jokes in this. I'll try to keep them actually funny, don't worry. How embarrassing would it be if I was unfunny from beyond the grave?

Over the years, you asked me a few times if I wanted you to turn me. I only ever responded with a shake of the head and never gave you an explanation, not that you ever asked for one. To be honest, even now I don't really have a reason for not wanting to. It just never felt right for me. I always waited for my doubts to leave me, but they never did. I tried so hard to want it Hyuck, I really did. Sometimes I wish I just did it. I mean, I wouldn't have to write this if I turned. But, that wouldn't be fair to either of us.

Thank you for staying with me through everything. I searched for reservations in your eyes as time went on, but I never found any. Even as our public-facing relationship changed from a young couple going out to lunch to a nice young man helping an old lady cross the street, there was never a hint of regret or disappointment toward me in your gaze. Only love. So much love.

If I were given the choice to go back to any point in my life, I would go to that night by the deli so I could relive every moment with you. Every ounce of pain, physical or emotional, that I went through to be with you was worth it. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat. That's something I have no doubts about.

Don't you dare read this and get all mopey okay? I know that's what you're going to want to do, but don't. Receiving this letter doesn't signify that the world ending, it's just the world changing, and that's okay. Everything's okay. You're okay.

You're the most amazing person I've ever met and I know you're going to continue to live an amazing life. Please continue living Hyuck. This is not the end. You have so much left to do, don't let my absence stop you. If not for yourself, live because I need something more entertaining to watch than Renjun and Jeno arguing in the nursing home.

I know I'm asking a lot for someone not there, but please look after Jisung for me. It hasn't happened yet, but I worry that Chenle is going to dull that boy's sparkle with his "Chenleness", so I need you to prevent that for me.

Writing this is making me reflect on my life and all my memories are overwhelmingly warm. It's not because I lived through intense global warming, although that definitely made my memories a lot sweatier. It's because of you. For such a physically cold man, you brought so much warmth into my life. My life was so happy because of you.

I love you so much Hyuck. My body might not be, but my love for you is immortal.

Thank you for experiencing life with me.

Thank you for loving me.

I love you.

Eternally,

Yn

hyuck finished reading your, now-framed, letter for the billionth time and slipped it back into his bag, careful not to crush the flowers he brought.

the weather, like it was every time he came to visit you, was sunny, making it hard for him to see his screen as he typed out a thank you text to mark. mark told him years ago that it wasn't necessary for hyuck to thank him after every readthrough of your letter, but you asked him to thank mark so that's what he was going to do. at this point, at least fifty percent of his and mark's text conversation consisted of thank yous.

with the text sent, hyuck made his way to his usual seat next to your headstone. he'd sat there so many times that the dirt had a permanent indent in the shape of his butt. he never dared fix it because he knew it would have made you laugh, if anything he tried his best to worsen the damage.

"hey beautiful," he greeted, "i got these for you."

he pulled the, slightly damaged, flowers out of his bag and switched out the ones from the last time he was there.

"i have so much to tell you, i don't even know where to start. oh let me tell you about the shit i saw jisung do-"

hyuck began, as he had done since the first time he read your letter, to tell you about how he was living his life.

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a/n: i cried, you crew, we all crode T_T lowkey felt like i was actually on my deathbed writing to my lover </3 ALSO this isn't a bad ending at all 🙂‍↔️ sad does NAWT equal bad!! my bbys lived full happy lives, its just that now one is living for two <3

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I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

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a/n: the dallas love field airport is actually mid asf,,,idk how dy wrote such a beautiful song about it🤨

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