hey mr. dj (keep playing this song for me)
PAIRING ↬ secret agent!lee donghyuck x reader
TAGS ↬ action, drama, romance, haechan past revealed he's actually a secret agent omg, mark is in this too, there's a cult that steals bones from people, but still happy ending for hyuck/n i'm not that mean
WARNINGS ↬ bone stealing cult, character death, multiple character death actually, cult does some supernatural stuff idk
SUMMARY ↬ they have his bones.
AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ ITS HERE!!!!!! this took me so long to edit and it's still bad i apologize. it's actually a sequel to another fic i wrote called the call. you can read this as a standalone if you want, the plots are wildly different. not sure if i would really call this a sequel bc it's more of a prequel then sequel. i wasn't inspired by +82 pressing lol (i wrote this mostly before it came out) but the mv kinda similar so i'll put it here still. title is from the backstreet boys song!
THE STEADY BEEPING OF MACHINES FILLS THE HOSPITAL ROOM.
Slowly, Haechan’s eyelids flutter open, revealing a world of bright white lights and the persistent hum of medical equipment surrounding him. His body aches and he blinks away the disorientation that clouds his vision.
“Hey… I’m here. I’ve been waiting for you,” a soft, familiar voice whispers from beside his bed.
Haechan’s eyes wander towards the sound. There you sit, quietly in a worn armchair, your hand gently clasping his. Despite the pain, his heart stutters with relief.
“Y/N… what happened?” he rasps, his voice raw and hoarse.
You squeeze his hand, a small smile of reassurance on your lips, though your eyebags reveal the worry that has shadowed your face. “I was so scared, but I’m glad you’re awake now,” you murmur, brushing a tear from his cheek.
For a moment, the room falls silent except for the persistent beeps of the monitor. Haechan’s gaze drifts upward, the brief flash of regret and unspoken sorrow passes over his face.
You lean in closer, sensing that behind his pain lies a story you have only glimpsed. “You don’t have to tell me everything right now,” you whisper, careful not to press too hard. “Just rest. I’m here for you.”
Haechan’s hand tightens around yours, “I…I wish I could remember,” he admits, his voice barely audible.
Suddenly a memory comes to Haechan in vivid, sunlit hues. A gentle recollection of a day when the world felt delightfully simple.