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“Myung Jaehyun—!!!!” the door of their shared apartment practically combusted open, the image of a very, very, unhappy girlfriend of his coming to view.
“The landlord just gave me a call, and told me our electrical rent hasn’t been paid for yet, haven’t I told you that you need to—...” [...]’s voice trailed off, mid-ranting about her complaints due to their bills.
The landlord was concerned, because the money hasn’t been sent to him when it was due about a week ago.
But Jaehyun, her oh sweet boyfriend Jaehyun, remained still on the couch. He hadn’t even made an effort to turn his head, to at least take in the anger in her face and explain himself.
[...]’s eye twitched.
Stay calm, stay calm... nothing will be solved if you only let your anger out, whilst not trying to salvage the situation.
The door slowly shut behind [...]. She took small, gentle steps, in order to startle her boyfriend no longer. She was probably going to stress him out.
“Baby, are there problems with money? If so, you could’ve told me sooner,” [...] said, her voice low and understanding. But, Jaehyun hadn’t looked at her?
[...] let out a small sigh.
She took another step forward—this time, peeking her head over his to have a look what had gotten him in a trance.
Was he perhaps staring at the ‘rent due’ papers like a cliché film?
... No, no he wasn’t. It was something way more different, and way worse.
“... JAEHYUN???” [...] exclaimed, her voice getting octaves higher. It was a dire difference from her low, melancholic voice—it made Jaehyun squeal, jumping in his seat before he jolted his head back, alas.
“Darling— don’t scare me like that, I’m a bit busy here!” the bottom lip of Jaehyun’s stuck out, turning into a small, childish pout as he returned to lock his gaze with the screen of an iPad in his lap, like a victim being hypnotised in Alice and Wonderland.
What was displayed on his screen? Grow a Garden, Grow a fucking Garden. Let that sink in.
[...] had been all worried about him, thinking that the lack of money she was clueless about was slowly getting to him.
Nope, that was silly to even think about.
Jaehyun had installed Roblox within the first week he got the iPad—well, she got it for him. It was his birthday, it was only right for her to spoil him once in a while, no?
But it was getting out of hand. Whenever he wasn’t working a part-time job at his parent’s local restaurant or stumped whilst finishing an assignment, he was playing this stupid mobile game.
Has it gotten so bad, that he completely forgot to hand the money over to the landlord?
This was ridiculous—[...] felt a little mad, and she had every right to be.
It felt good knowing that he was doing all right, bad perhaps not struggling with money—but knowing he made a crucial mistake of forgetting, which could result in getting kicked out if the landlord hadn’t reached out to her?
Yup, hell no.
[...] walked around the couch, to instead stand in front of him, and snatched the iPad from his lap.
Jaehyun let out a surprised gasp—by the sheer audacity of her to do so, while he was chasing a high score? That was plain rude...!
“What was that for?? Give it back,” Jaehyun tried to maintain a stern and firm voice, but the words came out as a whine. He reached out to the iPad, but [...] pulled it away further.
“No, I won’t.” [...] narrowed her eyes, holding the iPad by her hip. “Do you even know what I said when I ‘walked’ in here?”
Jaehyun paused. What did she say...? He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was thinking about it, trying to remember what he had heard.
“That... you’re on your period and you’re mad that I didn’t keep track to buy your stuff?”
[...] let out a groan, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Yeah—you’re not getting this back,” [...] turned away, and began to walk in the direction of their shared bedroom. Jaehyun’s eyes widened, like he was experiencing a car about to run into him.
“WAIT— babe, please! I’m sorryyyy!” Jaehyun hadn’t been this quick to hop off the couch, and chase after her. He was barely this fast during their sophomore marathon, and he was arrogant and competitive about the event at the time.
Jaehyun reached the bedroom quickly. He saw his girlfriend, standing by her desk, trying to shut off the tablet before assumingly storing it away.
His progress... it won’t be saved after a restart, gosh damn it.
Jaehyun rushed behind her. Without a second to hesitate, he wrapped his arms around her and tackled her to the bed. [...] squealed, dropped the iPad onto the soft cushions.
“Hey, stop! Let go of me!” [...] squirmed underneath his grasp, but he remained unmoving. She tried to tickle him to escape—but it was difficult to reach for his sensitive spots when her arms were stuck, as his body pressed against hers from above.
“No way—you just stole the iPad from me, it’s really rude you know?” the pout wouldn’t leave his lips. [...] rolled her eyes at the sight, especially seeing it up close. Screw him, and his five-year-old mentality.
“Nope. If anything, you’re the rude on for tuning me out,” [...] said, her gaze trailing away to the side, escaping the locked gazes between them.
“Is the game more important than me, and our place? You forgot to pay the bills because of that,”
Jaehyun’s eyes widened for the nth time. Oh my gosh, she was right. He forgot about it. He kept on remembering to pay the bills multiple times a day as the week passed, but he completely forgot to actually proceed and do it.
Slowly, Jaehyun got off of her—well, she removed most of his weight on her, his legs still straddled hers.
[...] hadn’t looked up yet. She was waiting for a response, anything. She wanted to know if he felt some sort of guilt. But, he was silent.
[...] knitted her brows. Her eyes finally looked at him once more, and... his eyes were puffy, his nose and cheeks were red.
Was he crying...?
“Don’t cry for my pity,” [...] said— she was testing the waters, trying to decipher whether or not this was all an act.
But nope. When she said that, the tears from his eyes spilled, running down his cheeks, and landing onto her shirt. He sniffled, attempting to contain it and covering his mouth and nose with one hand.
“Baby... I’m so sorry, I feel so bad...”
[...]’s expression softened, the anger and irritation her features previously held melted away.
No matter how idiotic this guy can be, she knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t a bad person at heart, and the things he did wrong were all part of crucial mistakes he made.
[...] could never stay mad at him for too lon. Screw him.
With the support of her elbows, [...] pushed herself up to sit upright, to meet his eyes at the same height.
He wouldn’t stop sobbing. He had removed his glasses, so he could wipe his eyes with the edge of his sleeves.
Jaehyun looked genuinely guilty. Thinking about it, all of this could be resolved if she had just gone through with the payment without a word.
But she knew she had to confront to him about his responsibilities. Seeing the regret in his eyes made her feel better, knowing that he truly did care.
Crawling over to him, [...] wrapped her arms around his waist. She pulled his body closer to hers, his head resting against her soft chest.
Jaehyun immediately buried his face into it, his snifflings muffled.
[...] slowly stroked his head, running her fingers through his hair and threading them.
“... Jaehyun, I’m not that mad.” It was a lie. She was truly furious the first moments she came home—but she couldn’t anymore. He was too precious, and a hopelessly forgetful iPad addict.
“I’m s-sorry...” Jaehyun mumbled into her chest.
“I’ll pay them immediately—after this...” his shoulders immediately slumped down once she stroked the back of his head. It was odd, but it was a spot that really did soothe him completely. Jaehyun let out a breath, letting himself be embraced by his girlfriend.
“Okay, thank you so much.” [...]’s lops curved to a smile. He really, really was too precious.
“Don’t forget— next time that I ask you to do something, please do it as soon as you can, OK?” and Jaehyun slowly nodded. He looked up, his glossy eyes staring into hers.
“I promise. I’m really sorry— I won’t play Roblox as much anymore, it just.. got to me, it’s too entertaining. My garden is huge.”
[...] laughed. Seriously, why would anyone talk about their virtual garden after having an emotional outbreak because of a mistake? Her boyfriend would, apparently.
Nothing else was said between them—just silence, taking in the warmth of their awkward, snuggled up position. His iPad was long forgotten about.
As much of an addict he became to his iPad, he still owned up to his mistakes and promised to fix his habits. Truly a gem.
an : just a small drabble I thought about (at like 11 pm). spreading this ipad kid agenda !! actually wanted to do this w/ tws hanjin but i was craving to write about hyun instead <33. soon...
edit : idk if I was high or half asleep but ion remember writing and posting ths omg
pics i posted on my insta story for my crush to see ★
pairing : park sungho x [gn] reader
genre : fluff all the wayyyy ><
warnings/contents : no warnings, just sungho pining over their crush who is [...]. (they/them used!)
an : i made this a very very long time ago, it may be choppy but i still like it to post it here too. and, im very inactive because ive been unmotivated to do anything for a long time, not even art or writing ( ･ั﹏･ั) im trying to get back!
︵⠀THE GLOSS ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── it turns out dongmin really is the perfect boyfriend to test makeup on at the store.
pairing: dongmin x gn!reader wc: 1.2k words warnings: reader wears makeup lua's note: saw this tweet and had to do something about it..
ᯓ★ "so baby, put your lips on me"
To you, Dongmin was the best boyfriend ever for countless reasons, one of them being his enthusiasm and interest for anything that you seemed to like.
With that being said, your dates at the mall were like heaven to you: you could stop at any store you wanted to and spend how much time you wanted without him rushing you.
After taking a little break to eat and sit down a little bit, you took your lipstick from your purse to reapply it and let out a sigh when you opened its cap.
“I'm running out of my favorite lipstick...” You pouted.
“That’s okay,” Dongmin took his phone, opened the camera app and held the phone in your direction so you could use it as a mirror. “We’re already here, so let’s go to a makeup store and buy you a new one.”
You glanced at him before concentrating on reapplying your lipstick and held back the urge to smile at his words.
“Thank you,” you leaned back and pressed your lips together a few times before putting the makeup product back on your purse. “Now you got me all excited, can we go to the store now?”
With a chuckle, Dongmin put his phone back in his pocket, stood up from his seat and reached out for your hand.
“Let’s get going.”
Once you reached the makeup store, you went straight to the lipstick’s brand aisle (after taking a look at products you weren’t even interested in buying on the way) and looked for the shade.
“No way,” you gasped and Dongmin’s eyes flickered between the countless lipsticks on sale and your face, his brows raised in surprise at the gasp and curiosity. “This is the last one from my shade! I’m so lucky!”
The boy’s curious face turned into a bright one as he laughed.
“It’s like it was waiting for you!”
“Who said it wasn’t?” You winked and then looked around. “You know.. I also need a new gloss…”
“Oh yeah? Any gloss in mind?”
You pressed your lips together and slowly shook your head. Dongmin let out a soft sigh in response and ran his fingers through his hair.
“So I guess it’s going to take a little while, isn’t it?”
“No, never.”
Dongmin looked at you with a skeptical look on his face and you smiled shyly.
“Okay, maybe just a liiiiiiittle bit”
“Alright, as long as we still have time to go take a look at new shoes, you can take how much time you need.”
Your smile lightened up as you started to walk away from that spot, taking a look at every product on the shelf and trying to find the gloss.
Dongmin followed you right behind, watching you and also paying attention to the glosses, pointing at some and saying how they would look pretty on you, or how they would match with one of the lip combos you like to do. There was only one of them that made you agree with his statement and ask him to take it for you, while the others just made you give him a knowing look, which he would always reply to with the same i take it back look while putting his hands up in surrender.
“Alright, we have 3 options, so you know what time it is, right?”
“Test time!” Dongmin smiled.
He was already used to watching you test the products on your hand or wrist, so he just stood still and watched you take a cotton pad and a disposable brush and apply some of the gloss on it. However, his eyes widened open when you started to apply it on his lips.
“What- what are you doing?” He said without moving his lips too much, not wanting to make you mess up and scolding him for speaking while you were applying makeup on him.
“Test time,” you focused on your task, your tongue sticking out in concentration. “Alright, look at the mirror and tell me what you think.”
Dongmin looked at himself in the mirror and hummed.
“I guess it’s fine, I don’t know too much about makeup, love. All I can say is that it’s pretty.”
“Does it taste good?”
He licked his shiny lips and frowned as soon as the taste touched his tongue. His hands immediately found their way to the cotton pad on your hands and wiped the product off his lips.
“Tastes like shit.”
“Really? I thought it’d taste good… Then let’s try this one.”
He watched you take another disposable brush and apply another gloss on it.
“Why am I being the model this time?” He asked while you applied the gloss on his lips once again. “I mean, I don’t mind at all, but I’m curious because I was never the model before.”
“Because we’re talking about something that you’ll be also using if we think about it. What’s the point of using a pretty gloss if my boyfriend won’t like to kiss me while I’m wearing it?”
Dongmin smiled at your thoughtful action and pouted in a teasing way.
“Then go ahead, your model is more than ready.”
“Silly,” you laughed and smacked his arm in a playful way. “Tell me about this one.”
He looked at himself in the mirror, his expression dead serious while he pressed his lips against each other and licked them.
“It’s a pretty color, the glitter on it is not too much, but also not too little, and it tastes good,” he pressed his lips once again. “But it feels tacky.”
“Damn, you’re not just a model anymore,” you took a cotton pad and gave it to him. “You’re an analyst.”
“You gave me a very serious task,” he wiped the gloss off. “So I have to do it properly, right? Let’s go, time for the last one.”
“All righty,” you repeated the same process and started to apply the last option on him. “You have such pretty lips, love.”
“Don’t make me blush here…”
“I mean it, I always get myself staring at them wishing you’d apply super glue on them and kiss me, so we would always have your lips pressed together.”
“Weirdo,” he laughed and tried to brush off the fact that he blushed by looking in the mirror before you tell him to. He did the same thing as before, checked his lips in the mirror very carefully, pressed his lips against each other and groaned when he licked them. “This is the one. It doesn’t have too much glitter, the color is pretty and subtle and the taste…” He licked his lips again. “The taste is amazing, something out of this world.”
“Really?”
“Yes! Here, taste it,” he pecked your lips and smiled when you leaned back with surprise all over your face. “C’mon, taste it.”
You hesitantly licked your lips, still trying to process your boyfriend’s sudden action, but that was soon replaced in your mind with how good the gloss tasted.
“Oh my god it’s so good.”
“I told you!”
“They shouldn’t make such a tasty gloss, I might eat it instead of actually using it,” you looked at yourself in the mirror to check how the gloss looked on you. “And it looks good on me! You’re right, Dongminnie, this is the one.”
Your boyfriend took two of the picked gloss and also the lipstick you were holding.
“Let’s pay for these.”
“Wait.. Why two of them?”
“Because I have the feeling you’ll be running out of it sooner than you expected.”
Genre : angst , also includes a bit of smut so beware.
Summary : [...] got dumped by her last boyfriend. But it's okay! She has a new boyfriend, Han Dongmin, and he was amazing.. until he got a drinking addiction and cheated on her regularly. She left him, but now Dongmin just wants her back.
Warnings/contents : highschcool to college setting, reader and dongmin are exes, dongmin fucks himself because he got turned on by his ex, mentions of c0ck and etc. Non proof read and English is not my first language :))) she/her used
[...] was a senior in high school, only a few months away from graduation.
She wasn't alone, she had a boyfriend. But.. the boyfriend was actually really horrible, to her and the people around her.
He tend to talk about [...] behind her back, doing things like shaming her for her appearance, and her overwhelming personality. It kind of hurt.
Other than that, this guy would never treat her right— he was an angel when they first got together, but overtime he became more and more of an asshole. He might treat literal gorgeous strangers better than [...], his own girlfriend.
[...] was sitting by a staircase one day, and she was weeping into her knees. It was during class, but she didn't feel like going at all.
She just got dumped by her boyfriend, why? Because she didn't dress well enough for him during valentines day— oh, it was just stupid as a whole.
She didn't know why she was crying exactly, that jerk was not worth crying over at all, so why did she feel this way...?
She kept on replaying the whole scene in her mind, over and over again. Where her boyfriend had broken up with her infront of students in the hallway.. and when she asked 'why', he slapped her.
He. Slapped. Her.
It was painful.. other than that humiliating— the fucking nerve of that guy to do that. She wishes she could go back there and punch some senses into him.
But, of course she didn't. Instead, she began to weep by a staircase. She looked weak as hell.
Footsteps started approaching closer and closer to the staircase. Quickly, she wiped the tears away from her eyes, well tried to. Her eyes were red and puffy. She was ready for the newcomer to go ahead and laugh at her.
"Hello...?" The voice whispered, low yet soft.
[...] sniffled, wiping her nose with the hem of her sleeve. She turned her head away from the person— well maybe she didn't wanna be laughed at.
"Go away." [...] tried to sound intimidating, but her voice came out shaky.
"...What's wrong?" [...] heard the person ask, also hearing commotion of the person taking a seat next to her on the ground.
[...] tried to ignore them, but she really couldn't. She let out a shaky breath, glancing at the person who was now sat next to her.
.... Wow. He was.. really pretty— and handsome. Her breath went hitched, but she tried to hide it by clearing her throat.
"Uhm.. I got dumped."
The biy who sat beside her had a scrunched up nose, knitted brows as he tried to process her words.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He murmured to her, before standing up. She peeked up at him in curiosity, before she saw him extend his hand to her.
"Han Dongmin." He introduced himself, in a firm yet gentle voice.
[...] was very lost, but she took his hand and got up aswell, deciding to trust this new acquaintance and follow him to wherever he would take her.
When walking, she noticed the way he glanced at her expectantly. Her face flushed in embarrassment. "Sorry..! I'm [...]."
"I see..." The way Dongmin seemed interested in her, the way he had a grip on her hand made her feel giddy.
She might have just got dumped... but she felt as if the love she used to feel wasn't over.
But oh, how wrong she was.
———
[...] sighed in relief, entering the house right after taking her shoes off and locking the door behind her.
She glanced at the sofa, since the television was playing- and, he saw knocked out Dongmin.
[...] eyes widened, seemingly surprised to see her boyfriend there. She hadn't a him since last night, even for the whole day she was at her classes he didn't respond back to her messages.
She approached the knocked out boy, gently shaking his shoulder to wake him up. When he didn't, she furrowed her brows and shook harder.
The boy groaned, rubbing his temples as he opened his eyes to see who had woken him up in from his slumber!— well, it was an uncomfortable nap since he felt so damn light headed but whatever.
"Dongmin-ah," [...] smiled in satisfaction to see him awake, but the smell of him was grossing her out.
"You should wash up quickly.. and then we can get into bed. We could watch some shows, maybe."
He wasn't listening to any of her suggestions of activities for the night, like at all. He was really dizzy, and.. he was feeling deprived. Not for sleep, bit deprived of having that oh-so-amazing drink.. it was alcohol.
That's what he was thinking about, but he didn't tell her of course. He knew she'd be pissed of at him. Well, understandable. But he couldn't resist his urges, okay? If he wanted something, he will get it.
He saw [...] leave the living room after finishing her one-sided conversation with him, and went to set her stuff in their shared bedroom. It was a small apartment, thus they were sharing a room.
Dongmin was not fond of the idea, obviously.. he wanted a room for himself, and his private stuff damn it.
He shuffled up from the couch, slightly tipsy and stumbling on his feet. But, he managed to get through the door and exit the apartment. Silently.
"Dongmin-ah, where are you..." [...] mumbled, to no one in particular. She probably seemed insane, calling out to a name while she was home alone.
[...] tapped on the 'call' button on her boyfriend's contact again, shifting on the bed uncomfortably. She was impatient, she had called over and over again but he just wouldn't pick up.
But, it was normal by now.
Dongmin would leave at night, and came back home by the morning, and mostly slept and repeated the routine once it reached night.
He was usually out to parties, drinking and getting flat out drunk. He did it often, and would leave her at their shared home alone.
'We're sorry, this number is not able to get to the phone rig-' she cut the voicemail off, grumbling in pure frustration.
Honestly? She thought he was the biggest asshole ever.
What was stopping her from leaving him, then?
.... She honestly doesn't know either. It might be because Dongmin was the one who saved her from her past relationship.
But was it really worth it if this relationship had the same effects as the last, if not worse?
Dunno. She had a tiny glimpse of hope she could maybe.. fix him, somehow.
God, this was really bad. But she couldn't help but still have feelings over Dongmin. Who could blame her?
[...] called his contact again, holding it to her ear as her phone rang. She expected for another voicemail again, but this time- he answered.
Just about time.
As she were about to speak, she heard a distinct noise from the other line. She scrunched her brows in confusion. Well, he was maybe at a local club again, of course it was loud... but, this noise sounded strange- she pulled the phone closer to her ear.
She listened to the other line, and her mouth agape.
She realised now.. she heard-pleasurable noises- coming from Dongmin's line.. it sounded like a girl, followed by Dongmin's grunting.
It was disgusting to listen to. It was disgusting to think about, she was trying so fucking hard to not puke.
More moans came through the speaker, with wet, squelching noises. Dongmin's name was whimpered out-
Okay, she couldn't take this anymore. She hung up the phone, dropping her phone to the bed as she held her head in her hands. Imagine picking up the phone while mid-fucking another woman..?
"The audacity.." [...] mumbled out. Her eyes began to pour tears, burying her face into her hands as she weeped. Alone.
She wanted Dongmin to comfort her...
... but he was the reason she was crying in the first place. Thr audacity of him to leave her alone every night, and fuck other girls at the parties he goes to.
She couldn't take it anymore. The man- guy she was dating was a cheater, he was the worst person she had the misfortune of meeting.
She always thought that he was the best.. but it was clear now, clear as day that she needed to break up with this demon who she used to call 'her boyfriend'.
She sniffled back her tears, wiping her damped eyes with her bare wrists. She didn't deserve to cry over him.. he didn't deserve to be cried over. He was nothing but heartless, only using people for his own pleasure.
She's decided— she was done. She was too blinded to see the way he had been treating her this whole time was not okay. Like a fucking object.
She began stuffing her clothes, and essentials in the luggages she bought when moving into the apartment, with Dongmin.
She was actually taking her sweet old time packing her shit, since she knew she wouldn't get caught anyway. Who was going to check on her, Dongmin? Obviously not...
———
It was a little over 2 in the morning, and [...] was asleep in the comfort of her own bed. The warmness under the comforter, air conditioner washing over her body as she snuggled up with her stuffed animal.
There were knocks coming from the front door of her apartment.
Her brows scrunched up involuntarily as her sleeping form heard the sudden sounds. She tried to drown out the noise and continue sleeping.
But the knocks just wouldn't stop. Infact, it sounded frantic. Like someone's in trouble.
[...] grunted in annoyance. She reluctantly pushed the comforter off of herself and got off the bed, trying her best to fluff up her messy hair as she shuffled her way down to the front door.
She grabbed the key that rested on a cabinet nearby, and unlocked the door. She opened the door slightly to get a peek of whoever decided it was a pleasant idea to show up at her doorstep at this time.
... Oh. The person who had showed up was her ex, Han. Dongmin.
[...] tried to convince herself it was her mind playing with her, or that it was just a bad nightmare. She rubbed her eyes to have it adjust to the dim lighting, and she looked at the figure again.
... Nope, still there.
[...] let out a sigh. She took notice of how he still hadn't seemed to realise she had already opened the door, seeing him continously rub his temples with an index with an expression of distress.
Oh, damsel in distress.. but is that my problem?
Yep. They seemed like totally solid people.
But- first of all, how did he find her? She moved into a new apartment two months ago, right after she dumped him. Second of all, why was he even
[...] silently, tried to close the door back again and maybe she could continue her earlier slumber. But, a hand refrained her from doing so.
"Wait... " It was the annoying ass Dongmin, of course. His voice was shaky, he was blurting out words as he tried to make her stay there.
"What?" [...] spitted out. She was really in no mood to hear Dongmin speak in his whiny ass voice. Oh, and his breath smelled like flavored alcohol. Gross.
"I.. miss you, baby.." he blurted out, and she swore she vomited in her mouth from the cringe she felt from the term of endearment. "Why did you leave me.."
What kind of question was that?
"....Because you kept on drinking, making out and hooking up with random women at the parties you'd leave me for." [...]'s response to his question had no hesitance, and it was blunt as hell.
She had opened the door fully, looking at his weary expression with her arms folded over her chest.
"I didn't mean to..." He spoke through hiccups. He felt really dizzy. But he didn't have any balls to ask her to crash at her place.
Maybe she'd let him... he was her ex, after all. (That's not how it works, though).
"Can.. I stay the night?"
[...]'s eyes widened, staring at him in disbelief. Oh the fucking audacity of this guy...
"No way." [...] furrowed her brows. Dongmin whined in response, tugging at the sleeve of her pajamas.
"Please.. please I can't..." he trailed off, gagging through his mouth. The alcohol had taken much worse effects on him than he had anticipated. He saw her roll her eyes, swatting his hand away from herself.
"No. You're actually so fucked up if you think I'd do anything for you after everything." [...] shot him one last glare, before she shut the door after she went back in, without enough time for him to protest.
Dongmin tried to bang on the door, hoping that she would comply and let him in. Let him make things right again... but, of course she lost faith in him. He was at her doorstep, after they broke up, flat out drunk.
He only against a wall, onto the floor. He put his head in his hands, as he began to weep. At his ex girlfriend's apartment complex.
God, he was so pathetic. Very pathetic.
———
The second Dongmin arrived to his own home, he was immediately knocked out on the couch. He was going to get the worst headaches of his life...
He was right. He woke up at the ass crack of 7 in the morning, and his head hurts like hell. He was trying so hard not to puke, his carpet was expensive for Pete's sake.
He walked on his limp legs, and managed to make it to his kitchen, gripping on the counter as to not fall. He grabbed a cup of water which had probably been staying for a few days on the counter, and downed it in one go.
He gulped the drink, grunting as the water had an effect on his lightweight. He was hungry as fuck... but he felt like if he consumed something, he'd immediately puke it out.
Instead, he grabbed his phone from the kitchen island and slumped himself on the comfort of the couch.
Without [...], the apartment felt more empty. [...] would always do the groceries, and in his fridge right now he had nothing except for spoiled milk.
Dongmin grumbled, and he began scrolling on his phone for entertainment, which was on Instagram.
There he goes, looking through pictures of random women on the app again.. but he didn't like, give any of the posts a like. He didn't know what possessed him..
... But thinking about [...] bejng missing made him feel some sort of regret, and resent to the people who could still see her, and talk to her while he couldn't even figure out where she lived.
Did she live with her parents? Her relatives? Maybe she lived alone now?
He didn't know, but he wanted to know, badly.
He wanted to apologise, to tell her that everything he did was fucked up and he knew it.
But his pride was bigger than the regret he felt. He didn't wanna admit it— he wanted her to come back and ask to have him back..
Wait— was he insane? Did he think [...] would still want him after all this time?
He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he continued to scroll.
He suddenly stumbled across a post, with a familiar handle.
Dongmin narrowed his eyes. He clicked on the profile picture of the account to see who it was.. and of course, it was [...]'s account. His Instagram recommended him [...]'s account.
Was the algorithm playing with him? This must be a punishment? Or... [...] was just so pretty the algorithm put her on his recommendation page...
Kill yourself, Han Dongmin. He thought to himself in annoyance.
Whatever. I don't need her stupid ass anyway.
Dongmin thought as he scrolled through her Instagram. What's wrong? He was curious of what's going on in her life currently.
Dongmin went onto her most recent post, and a wave of shock strucked him. His jaw was dropped, and he felt as if his eyes would pop out from its sockets.
The post included pictures of [...] at the beach... wearing a little white bikini.
Oh, what was she doing to him...?
He knew he was being disgusting, but he let a grunt escape past his lips as he stared at the picture.
She was just so.. perfect. Why didn't he notice before? What a fucking dumbass. Biggest fool ever.
Dongmin could've been seeing this gorgeous body at nights, but instead he was out elsewhere, with another woman.
He fucked up big time, he knew that. The picture was just doing things to him. The way the bikini revealed so much of her body, and showed off her curves.
He felt jealous. Jealous that other men got to see her like this when it should be him.
Dongmin was about to groan at the sight, but he settled with another grunt. Why was he so weird..
He glanced at the door of his apartment, just to make sure that the door was really locked.
Dongmin took a breath, as he put the phone by his side on the couch, making sure that he didn't accidentally click off the image.
He placed his hand above his groin, pushing it up and down, beginning to palm himself. He let out a groan.
He was touching himself, and could just imagine that it was her, infront of him, being the one who gave him the pleasure instead of himself.
Dongmin unbuckled his belt, then unzipping the zipper of his black jeans. He stroked himself through the fabric, before pushing the jeans so it would rest below his hips.
He continued to stroke himself, only a layer of boxers separating him from actually touching himself.
His boxers were damped with pre-come. He moaned. He attempted to gain friction by rocking his hips into his fist.
He was being insanely disgusting.. but what was on the screen was once his. He missed that.
He wrapped his cock that was beneath the fabric, pumping it with his two fists. He was going pretty damn fast, because of his neediness and his eagerness.
But, it didn't feel as good as when [...] did it. He moaned so damn much whenever she played with his hard cock, he was sure the neighbours downstairs could hear them.
Dongmin was tempted to go further— but he stopped himself. Doing this was enough as it is.. he should actually only do that when he gets [...] back. If he gets [...] back.
Dongmin rolled his eyes, annoyed with himself that he had these thoughts in the first place.
He stood up from the couch, and pulled his pants back up.
Dongmin should really get his life back together if he wanted someone like [...] back in it..
Might make a continuation if I have motivation :9 also I want moots so if you want to be mootz tell me <3
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[숭호, 동휸] — ₊˚⊹ ᰔ the newspaper boy, school president and I.
Pairing(s) : KIM DONGHYUN [Leehan] & PARK SUNGHO x [GN] reader
Genre : fluff, love triangle + a crap ton of drama.
Summary : Sungho is the boy who delivers the weekly newspapers to a small town in Busan. Donghyun was your typical school president, snarky and the top student (though it is barely mentioned). What did these two acquaintaned strangers have to common? They both liked [...]— they're in a secret competition where they both won (but not in the way they anticipated)..
Warning/contents : nothing much but a ton of mixed-feelings. there might be mistakes here + English is not my first language ^^ they/them used ! (+I might accidentally use the wrong prns and im sorry in advanced :)
a/n : ive wrote this about a month or two ago , and the plot isn't particularly the best. but i thought id post it for leehan day (love him sm). I wanna write smth for riwoo too but im tired TT maybe sometime soon
AUGUST 25, Wednesday
Birds were chirping, and [...] was awoken by the sunlight hitting their face through the windows of their room ...
They sat up in their bed, stretching their sore and numb body with a yawn, tired as fuck but still they have to get up anyway.
School didn't start until 8.30 AM, and it was only 7. They had all the time in the world before actually getting ready, thus they stood up from the bed and walked downstairs to where the kitchen was.
And there was food prepared for them, probably made by their parent as per usual before they had to go to work. Before that, they took a mug and began preparing a cup of coffee to start off the morning properly by being awoken by the aroma scent and caffeine from the coffee they were going make.
And there was a thud from the window- [...] smiled softly to himself, having quite the idea who was outside at the front of their house.
They placed the mug down on the kitchen counter, walking over to the front door and opening it, calling out to the person.
"Hey, Sungho !"
The news boy's eyes seemed to widen, even if they couldn't see it. He stopped pedalling his bicycle, looking back at the person that called out to him from the door of the house he just threw a newspaper to. He grinned sheepishly, waving at them.
"Hi, [...]-ah .."
[...] had known Sungho for quite some time now, ever since their parents decided to move here awhile back. Sungho would come by every Monday to drop by some newspapers, like he would do to every house.
But for whatever reason, that one time they invited him for a little bit inside their house because they made pasta, but accidentally made too much, so they insisted on Sungho to eat until he felt stuffed by the pasta. It was a bit akward at first, but they've gotten used to seeing eachother some mornings. That's kind of how they became friends.
"Would you like to come inside if you have time to spare ? I'm brewing some coffee." [...] asked him with a smile of their own inviting him in. Sungho politely declined with a head shake.
"No worries, I'm good ...."
"Oh ? Why's that ?" [...] asked him with a curious head tilt, acting as if he didn't have anything else to do.
"I have to head to school later, I just need to deliver these boys really quick." Sungho replied, gesturing to the newspaper on the wagon that was connected to his bicycle.
"Oh ...- huh, school ?" They asked puzzled. "I thought you do homeschool .."
"I do- I did." He said, pedalling back a bit so he could talk to the other easier.
"I just transferred to a school, you see. My mother has enough money to send me to school, now."
[...] cooed, nodding in understanding. "I see ... that's nice." They're happy that Sungho seemed to be thrilled of the idea of finally going to a public school, since he told them about how his family was struggling financially ... they wish they could do anything to help, but atleast he gets to go to a school now.
They heard a sound coming from their coffee machine, indicating that his coffee was done brewing.
"Well, hm. I guess you should go, I don't wanna hold you back." They said.
Sungho chuckled, waving his hand. "It's okay, I don't mind really.. but yeah, I should go. See you soon, [...]."
"You too, Sungie." They said with a wave, returning back inside the home and closing the door.
Sungho took a pause.. suddenly smiling giddily. Was that a nickname he heard ? That was cute.
He turned back forward, beginning to peddle again to deliver the rest of the newspapers to the upcoming houses.
———
[...] took their sweet old tome to get ready despot having an hour and a half to get ready ...
They got on their motorcycle, which was their father's. They tended to use it to get to school most of the time- when they didn't feel like taking the van they would usually go on.
So the moment they arrived, they were greeted by the school president. Stoic and super duper mature as per usual.
"Ehem, [...]-ah," he started, readjusting the from of his glasses over the bridge of his nose, folding his arms as he stared down at the other.
"You're late- again. It's the third time this week."
"I know, Donghyun ..."
[...] looked.up at him, puppy eyes. Arms clenched together. A big frown stuck on their face ...
".... But we're friends, Donghyun-ssi. Could you forgive me ?? Good people forgive ..."
"Blah blah blah, there you go again with your blackmailing." Donghyun snapped back at them. He sighed, and [...] tried their best to suppress the smile that crept onto his expression, knowing that they'd be forgiven. They stood up straight, giggling with a little 'thank you'.
Donghyun huffed in annoyance, annoyed with himself on how he'd let them get away with trouble again.
But, oh. The smile on their face was just so... irresistible. They looked way too cute to be a little troublemaker that got away with anything and everything.
Donghyun had an idea bulb turn on in his head- If [...] was going to blackmail him .. then so will he.
He then added, "But under one condition."
[...] wiped the cheeky smile on their face, now looking up at him with a soft hum of response.
They then groaned. "Eish ... fine. What is it that you need ?"
"Hm, see ... the principal assigned me to take care of a new student coming in today, but I have to assist some teachers and students for the programme on next Monday. Can you help the new student, perhaps ?"
[...] looked up at him, fortunately seeming a bit interested hearing about having to help a new student.
"Okay, kind of weird they'd join mid senior year. But sure .... What do I get out of this ?"
"My forgiveness and not punishing you for being late, obviously."
They rolled their eyes in response. "Okay, fine."
Donghyun looked at their expression, grinning from ear to ear. They were just so .... adorable. He just ruffled their hair up.
"Okay. Just wait at the principal office, he'll be there-"
He was suddenly distrupted by the sound of someone approaching, footsteps coming towards them.
"Is ... are you... Kim Donghyun?"
[...] was still facing Donghyun, not seeing the presence of whoever it was that was behind them. But something tells them that the voice was ... awfully familiar. Like they had just heard it ..... weird.
They turned around, surprised to see who was there - the newspaper boy was there, Sungho.
".... Sungho ?"
Sungho's gaze went to [y/n], his doe eyes widening in surprise seeing the person he just saw in the earlier morning.
"[...]... ? You go to this school ??"
Donghyun only stared at them while they conversated, pure confusion on his face.
"So ... you two know eachother or...?"
Sungho looked back at Donghyun, nodding in response to his confused question.
"That's right ... I see [...] when I deliver the newspapers in the morning, sometimes."
Donghyun nodded in return to Sungho, crossing his arms together once again (can you tell it's a habit of his by now ?)
"Okay, than it makes everything easier. [...] will help you around for today, since I'll be busy. Is that okay ?"
"Mhm .... that's okay. Thank you ...." Sungho mumbled to the other as he went away.
Sungho looked back to [...], a sheepish grin on his face. The one that he usually had whenever he was either akward, or excited. Not sure what it is this time.
"Well ... I guess I should show you around. Follow me, Sungie."
When they turned away to lead him to someplace else, Sungho couldn't help but smile giddily, just as he did earlier. Oh my .... [...] used that nickname again !!!! They were just so unbelievably cute to Sungho, he couldn't help it.
He snapped out of his thoughts when they called for him. Fumbling, he quickly followed them to get a tour of this place.
———
"Okay, just bring that over here and we should be all good ..."
The teacher instructed him, and Donghyun pushed the cheap foldable table over to the spot he was told. The teacher smiled in satisfaction.
"Thank you for helping the programme out, Kim. You're such a great student."
Donghyun sighed, smiling back at the teacher as he rested his hands on the table he had just pushed.
"It's fine, I'm free to help always. It's my job, is it not ?" The teacher chuckled. "I guess you're right ..."
The teacher was called over by some other students that were helping with the setup, thus she left Donghyun to go ahead and help them.
Donghyun was now left alone- well, with his friend Sanghyeok who was somebody of the student council team.
Sanghyeok was telling him about some crazy shit that he was reported by some students in the school, just yapping and whatnot.
He was barely listening to what the other was saying, just nodding along to whatever he was saying, until he heard him say,
"-Where's [...], by the way ?"
"Ah, [...]-ah. They're with Sungho."
"Sungho ...?"
"Yup. The new student."
Sanghyeok hummed. "I see ... if [...] wasn't doing so, they'd probably be following you around right now."
"Right .... he's like a little Adopt me pet."
"...???" Donghyun stared at him "You play that game too much hyeok."
Sanghyeok snorted. "I know, sorry."
Donghyun was staring ahead as Sanghyeok continued to speak to him about random things- he saw [...] with that new kid, Sungho.
[...] seemed to be thrilled by the new presence of Sungho in the school. They were chuckling contagiously as they chatted with Sungho, as they both walked past the hall Sanghyeok and Donghyun was in.
For whatever reason, Donghyun felt some sort of ... resent. Towards the way [y/n] seemed so comfortable with Sungho, to be exact.
[...] was his best friend, and they had other friends other than Donghyun himself of course and he was usually fine with it.
But for whatever reason, this time he felt some sort of uneasiness from the sight of the two together. Uncomfortable if you will.
Sungho was just a new student and Donghyun was fine with him. But knowing that he and [...] had some sort of friendship and connection before Sungho joined the school didn't sit right with him.
———
AUGUST 28, Saturday
One morning, Donghyun was making up a quick meal for himself before having to start of the day properly, a bowl of carbonara ramen. Just something simple nothing too special.
He heard the noise of something being thrown to the window of his house.
He raised a brow at the commotion. He turned and went to the said window, sliding the curtain aside so he could see what it was.
He seemed surprised to see the uhm- it was a newspaper, and it was sent by none other than the newspaper boy, Sungho.
Donghyun narrowed his eyes at the sight of the other. He went over to the front door and opened it to see him.
"Hey, you." Donghyun said, which made the other boy stop moving forward.
"Yes ?" Sungho asked, tilting his head.
"I .. you never delivered newspaper here before, huh ?"
"Oh, yeah I usually skip this street because there's already cable television here. But i thought you'd want one."
Donghyun seemed to be very puzzled, to say the least. It was oddly specific how Sungho started to deliver to him right after he transferred in .. maybe he just wanted to be acquaintances, or something.
Donghyun nodded, grabbing the newspaper that was laying right by the window.
"Right, thanks ..." Sungho nodded with a grin, pedalling away.
Donghyun brought that paper inside and tossed it onto the coffee table, knowing that he wouldn't read it at all.
He went back to get the bowl of ramen from the kitchen counter and eat it, but he couldn't help but overthink the whole encounter. It was strange, or maybe Donghyun was just more of an overthinking bitch.
..... It might be his overthinking again, but what if Sungho just came here to tease him and whatnot. Maybe he noticed that Donghyun was green with resent whenever Sungho was hanging out with [...].
But it's probably nothing. Sungho can't be that smart to notice how he felt.
Donghyun scrunched his face up in annoyance. Okay, he actually hates being an overthinking bitch.
He took the bowl of ramen to the dining table, and began nomming on his food as he tried not to think about it.
He fished his phone from the pocket of his pajamas to scroll on social media as he ate. He realised that he had received a couple messages from [y/n]. He opened the messages and read them.
'Hyunhyun, do you wanna hangout with me and Sungho? It's okay if you can't..'
...? 'It's ok if you can't?' Not 'want'? So they're willing to see me? They want me so bad.
Donghyun was clearly being delusional, but all he needs to do to keep his hopes high right?
He thought about it, before he wrote back a reply to them.
'Ok. When?'
'ill pick you up in 30 minutes!'
Donghyun gave their message a thumbs up. Donghyun practically got up almost immediately, abandoning his meal to go and get ready quickly, since he's aware that [...] was going to pick him up in half an hour- he didn't wanna be late.
———
Sungho was sitting in the passenger seat of [...]'s car whilst on the way to Donghyun's house, almost an hour later. He fiddled with his fingers awkwardly as they kept on talking to him about certain things. He just chuckled, and nodded if he needed to, to anything that [...] said.
[...] eventually looked over to Sungho once they reached a red light, cutting himself off when he realised how uncomfortable Sungho seemed to be.
Their expression softened, looking back ahead when the light turned green. "Hm ... what's up with you ?"
Sungho sighed, shaking his head. "It's nothing, it's ... kind of dumb."
"Oh .. just tell me, I won't judge."
Sungho tried go avoid looking at [...], instead looking at the view outside of the window.
"... I don't think Donghyun likes me that much .."
[...]'s expression was understanding, but they felt a bit curious.
"Oh ? How come ? I thought you told me that you saw him this morning."
"Yes, I did .. but he didn't seem to be liking me that much, you know ?"
[...] hummed in response as they listened to him. "Well, he takes a bit of time to get used to someone new. It's not you, it's just Donghyun ...."
Sungho nodded to what they said, but he still thought about how Donghyun had acted towards him in his first few days of school the week before. He seemed cold. Like he didn't like seeing Sungho.
He didn't know why he felt like he needed Donghyun's approval so badly- maybe because he's [...]'s friend ? Yes, that's right .... He wanted to be good with everyone [...] knows.
"I guess so ..."
They reached Donghyun's home eventually. [...] dropped him a message to let him know that they're here, and then comes Donghyun towards the car.
"Hello hyunhyun." [...] smiled at the rear view mirror, looking at Donghyun as he entered and settled in the backseat.
"Hey, [...]." Donghyun replied ... he looked to Sungho, and just said a simple 'hi'.
Sungho nodded at him to let him know he's acknowledging him, but Sungho still felt the sense of uneasiness in himself.
[...] began driving again, driving towards the mall. Donghyun was playing on his phone, while Sungho continued to stare out the window to avoid both of their gazes.
The trip seemed to be what Donghyun expected. [...] going to a shit ton of stores in the mall and buying almost anything relatively cute that they saw in the stores. And of course them making Donghyun carry out all of the bags from their shopping.
What Donghyun noticed though was that [...] was giving Sungho more of their attention, dragging them around the stores they wanted to go to while Leehan only followed them from behind.
....The feeling of resent he envy returned within him.
When they were on the way to a toy store, he involuntarily let out a huff of annoyance- loud enough for both [...] and Sungho to hear.
They turned around to look at Donghyun and began walking backwards, looking at him with a brow raised.
"Hah ? You okay ?"
They asked. Donghyun sighed, nodding to them. With a forced fakeass smile.
"I'm good. I accidentally hit my foot against a bench." He said, and that clearly didn't happen.
But it was believable enough for [...]. They nodded, smiling in satisfaction and turning back forward to continue their journey to the store.
But Sungho .. he had a tiny feeling that his annoyance was from him ? Sungho was just good at detecting how people felt, and thus that's exactly why he kept on thinking that Donghyun disliked him. He just didn't know why Donghyun did so.
They were there shortly after. [...] was rummaging and looking at the items in the toy store, looking for a set of furniture for their Calico Critters dollhouse ...
Sungho and Donghyun were waiting for [...] outside though, the akward silence between them was deafening for Sungho. He wanted to say something to Donghyun, but he already knew he didn't like him as it is.
He tried to muster up the courage to speak to the other, but not until he spoke first,
"So ... you met [...] through your job, right ?" Donghyun asked. Sungho was a bit puzzled as to why he was trying to conversate with him about how they met eachother, but he only nodded in response.
Donghyun's hand was clenched to a fist, as he tried to fight off the feeling within him. It felt so fucking stupid to resent the guy beside him just because of his God damn friend- he doesn't know why he's so protective of [...].
"... Do you like them ? [...]-ah, I mean."
Donghyun froze when Sungho asked him that question. It was an oddly specific question ... And Donghyun wasn't sure of the answer himself.
"... I guess I do. Why do you ask ?"
Sungho immediately stiffened up at the response to his question. He expected an explanation like, "I don't really feel comfortable with [...] hanging out with you because he's my best friend" or something. But he was probably thinking wrong. Maybe Donghyun liked them as a friend.
"So.. like, you like them as a friend ?"
".... No."
Sungho felt like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. No way. That Kim Donghyun, a.k.a [...]'s best friend, liked him like that ?
.... He did too. This was bad.
"I never told that to anyone ... I just feel a bit confused on what I feel exactly. But I do know that I like them."
Sungho gulped. He shifted his weight from his leg to the other, feeling another sense of uneasiness.
But it wasn't because of what he thought Donghyun's dislike towards him ... He felt uneasy knowing that someone else liked the [...].
"... You like them too, don't you ?" He heard Donghyun ask so suddenly. He felt his heart pumping in adrenaline, but feeling obligated to answer it ... Truthfully.
"Ever since I first saw him when I was delivering once, like almost a year ago .."
Donghyun scoffed. He knew it.
Ever since Sungho transferred to the school he felt suspicious from the way he acted around [y/n]. And it didn't help at all after they told Donghyun about the friendship they had before he came to the school- it felt sickening.
Despite the fact he had said he was "unsure" of his feelings for [...], this was most definitely not fucking okay. He felt childish for mentally losing his temper and the way he had his arms crossed with scrunched brows.
Donghyun put the bags down by Sungho's legs. He turned and began walking away.
Sungho only stared at him, unsure of what to do.
"... Where are y-"
"Tell [...] that something came up. I want to leave."
———
AUGUST 30, Monday
Well, Donghyun had helped set up an for a programme for this Monday about the week before, remember ? The programme was basically just an early graduation event, it was about 3 months before they'd graduate senior year. Sanghyeok and Donghyun was helping out around the programme, but most of it was just Donghyun slacking off while he was stuck with his own thoughts.
Sanghyeok came to Donghyun's side once he finished with the duties he was assigned, looking over at the boy deep in thought with arms crossed.
"Wow, you really helped a lot. Thank you."
Donghyun looked up at him with a glare, sighing as he rested his head in his hand.
"Sorry. Truly."
Seeing the way he was acting, Sanghyeok began to feel concern for him. He took the seat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"What's up ? You can tell me."
"Well, it's just that .." Donghyun started, playing with the button of his uniform's sleeve.
"I like [...] ...."
"I know that—"
"But Sungho likes him too."
Sanghyeok murmured and inaudible 'oh!' once he heard what Donghyun said. They sat in a mildly akward silence as Sanghyeok thought of what he was supposed to say— I mean, what was he supposed to say to someone who was stressed over a crush ???
"... Uhm ! That's tough. But [...] is a charming one,, I'm not surprised ?"
Donghyun sent a glare to Sanghyeok's way, brows furrowed. "You're not helping."
Sanghyeok only smiled an akward one.
"Oh shit— I think a teacher's calling for me."
"?? There's no teachers here.."
But Sanghyeok had already left Donghyun alone, again.
Donghyun huffed as he leaned his back against the seat, slumping down the said seat.
"Hello.. ? Hyunhyun–ssi."
He heard someone call him while he was in a daze.
Looking up, he met with the eyes of [...].
"Oh. Hi [...]. What's up ...?" Donghyun asked them, as if he himself wasn't in emotional distress at the corner of the hall.
"Well, first of all. Sanghyeok told me to check on you because you seemed under the weather." They said, taking the seat that Sanghyeok was sitting at earlier. So Sanghyeok told them ... Oh he was so done.
"I'm fine. I've just been having .... issues."
"Issues ? Of what sort ?"
"I.. it's nothing, [...]-ie." Donghyun told them— but [...] couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle when he tried to explain. Donghyun looked at them, weirded out.
"Uhm, what's funny ?"
"'[...]-ie', you call me that whenever you're feeling vulnerable. Just tell me."
Donghyun tried his best to not flip out and [...]'s comment. Well ... They've been friends for a while, did Donghyun expect them to not know him at all or what ?
Donghyun sighed, burying his face in his hands. "... Fine. Don't tell a single soul, got it ? Well, maybe Sanghyeok is fine because that mofherfucker already knows."
[...] nodded with another chuckle, waiting him to continue on ... whatever he was gonna say and had been bothering him.
"... I don't like Sungho."
[...] almost choked on their own spit. Okay ... So Sungho wasn't wrong ! Donghyun really didn't like him. But the reason as to why Donghyun didn't like the latter was what [...]'s confused about.
"So ... Why don't you ? Sungho's a nice guy, trust me."
"I don't trust him! He's going to steal you away ...."
Evidently, [...] was clearly holding back snickers when they listened to Donghyun yap about disliking Sungho. 'Steal him away my ass'..
"Donghyun,, don't be ridiculous! Sungho will never replace my best friend, you know ? Besides, I can have more then one best friend can't I ?"
'Best friend.. oh, they don't know what I mean.'
"Uh, right. You're right, my bad." Donghyun replied back, hoping that [...] wouldn't notice the awkwardness that was washing over him.
"So ... are you gonna promise me that you'll be friends with Sungho ?"
"What—??" Donghyun asked them confused. Well, he knew he was gonna to be friends with him one way or another (did he?), but he didn't expect [...] to ask him to.
"Please ? I want all of us to be friends, not one sided hatred."
Is that what [...] saw it as ? I mean, sure, Donghyun was being a bitch for no absolute reason he knew that. But thinking about it now, he felt pretty guilty for being that way towards Sungho. He was generally a cold person, but he was extra, extra with Sungho.
"I don't hate him, I swear. I may dislike him but not to that extent."
[...] looked at him skeptical, before letting out a sarcastic 'ahhh'.
"Yes yes, I believe you .. then why are you not getting along with him, huh ?"
"What ? I— I am." Donghyun said defensively.
"Okay, then. Do you want to come over to my place to hang out with me and Sungho ?"
Donghyun sighed in reluctance, nodding in acceptance. "Sure, 'kay ..."
———
SEPTEMBER 1, Wednesday
As [...] said, now both Sungho and Donghyun were over at their place after school. And surely, the tension between them was heavy.
[...] was yapping about random shit, as per usual. Donghyun and Sungho both stayed silent as they kind of listened to them.
Sungho didn't take his eyes off the food that [...] had made while eating it, and Donghyun was sending looks his way as he himself ate.
Okay— he was being a bitch again. He told [...] he wouldn't ... he only realised so when they nudged his foot, giving him a look of their own for him to loosen up.
Donghyun let out a huff, looking back to the nervous boy.
"So ... [...] told me that you were into playing video games."
Sungho's face showed a look of surprise, probably because one— Donghyun was talking to him, two— [...] talked about him to their friends ? That's flattering.
"Yeah .. I do." Replied Sungho, almost feeling cringe at the shyness and awkwardness of his tone.
"Well, I bought my Nintendo and some games from home. I can connect it to the TV, and we can play."
Sungho's eyes lit up from the sudden and surprising invitation.
"Me ?"
"No, I'm talking to the fly above your head." Donghyun rolled his eyes. Sungho mentally palmed his forehead. He nodded in response to his question.
"If you don't mind .."
"I wouldn't be asking if I did!"
Thus, all three of them were in the comfort of [...]'s living room, [...] sitting comfortably on the sofa with a blanket over them while Donghyun and Sungho were sitting on the floor with pilliws and the blanket of their own.
They were just playing Animal Crossing, starting an island together and such.
Donghyun took Sungho for the super shy type, but while playing with him Sungho bickered with him a lot. Donghyun was surprised on how immature this dude could be aswell, getting excited when he captures an insect in the game and decorating their house.
Even during then, they chatted while playing the game, and they had multiple things in common, apparently.
"Sungho, why did fuck did you sell my statue ??"
"I needed bells. The statue was ugly as fuck anyways."
"Excuse me !?"
[...] was trying so hard not to laugh, but he bursted into little chuckles.
He got onto the floor next Donghyun, poking his side. "I told you you'd get along." They whispered.
Donghyun shoved their hand away, grunting in annoyance.
"Yes, you were right .... sorry." He whispered back.
———
SEPTEMBER 6, Monday
"[...]-ssi !!"
[...] heard someone call for them while they were walking through the hallway.
They turned back, to be greeted with a Sanghyeok running towards them.
"Uh— hi ?"
Sanghyeok and then weren't exactly close, not like he was with Donghyun anyway. They were more like acquaintances in a way.
Sanghyeok grinned at them, as if he was gonna like, about to do something devious— or something.
"I have a secret to tell you," he said, "but you can't tell anyone. Not even Donghyun or Sungho."
[...] raised a brow at him, skeptical. But they gave him the green light anyway, since he was curious.
"Okay. Go on."
Sanghyeok dragged him to the emptier part of the hall, which was by the stairs which anyone barely used.
"Okay, sooo ..." Sanghyeok leaned in slightly to whisper to their ear, his expression turning serious.
"Donghyun told me that ... Sungho likes you."
[...] narrowed his eyes. They thought he was like playing or shit, but Sanghyeok's face remained serious.
But there was more. "Donghyun likes you too. That's why he was so bitchy with Sungho at first."
...
[...] had to stop themself from having their jaw drop.
Donghyun and Sungho, their best friends .... they both liked him !?
It was flattering and all for sure, but— oh, how do they say this ...
"Hm, that's ... interesting, Sanghyeok. Uhm ... thank you ?"
[...] obviously didn't know how to react to that information, it was just so out of the blue ....
Besides, they've never seen signs from any of then. Unless, he was just too oblivious to it. They tried to recall it, but they really didn't remember shit.
Donghyun and Sungho were walking together in the halls, on the way to their lockers which were near eachother.
That was, until Donghyun took notice of Sanghyeok dragging to the staircase at the end of the hall.
Donghyun stopped Sungho's talking by tugging on his arm, pointing to the direction of [...] and Sanghyeok at the end of the hall.
Sungho squinted his eyes. He readjusted the glasses he was wearing and stared ahead.
"I ... who is [...]-ah with ?" Sungho asked out of curiosity.
"That's my friend from the counselling team, Lee Sanghyeok."
Sungho hummed in acknowledgement, looking at the both of them in the distance still.
"What are they doing."
Donghyun shrugged his shoulder. "I don't know ...
Ah, [...]'s coming— act natural."
And so they did, opening their lockers and fetching their books and stuff as if they didn't witness anything.
[...] came to them, though— they walked a bit slowly, feeling a tad bit lost and confused. Thoughts running through their mind.
When [...] saw Donghyun and Sungho, they smiled, but it seemed a bit weary. Just a bit off.
Donghyun froze in his shoes. He had a feeling what this was all about ... oh, he was 100% gonna commit battery on Sanghyeok.
Though, Sungho didn't see the look of stress that took over Donghyun's face. He tilted his head, asking,
"What did.. Sanghyuk tell you ?"
"Sanghyeok."
"Yeah, whatever, what did he tell you, [...] ?"
[...] dropped his shoulders, letting out a sigh. They folded their arms together, and went straight to the freaking point.
"Sanghyeok told me that the both of you like me."
Andddd, that's what Donghyun was expecting to hear, he turned away, banging his head against the locker in distress. It's just a him thing.
Sungho's mouth agape upon hearing what they said. A faint pink adorned Sungho's cheek, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well .... this is akward ?" Sungho grinned, nervous as hell.
Donghyun glanced back to [...] during his emotional distress, a huff escaping him. From the annoyance of being exposed, but also feeling ... well shit I don't know.
"[...], we can explain ..."
[...] knitted their brows together, but they softened up upon noticing the looks that washed both of Donghyun and Sungho's expression.
They dropped their arms to the side. "I would like an explanation, please."
They were seated at the very corner table of the cafeteria— or as they liked to call it as of recently, "the meeting corner". [...] thought it was incredibly immature but who are they to talk.
[...] looked over at Donghyun, waiting for him to begin.
"So ... basically, it's a bit complicated." He started, "[...] ... when we were hanging out at the mall, I ditched ya'll because I was ... jealous. Sungho was getting more attention when he arrived, so I just stormed off. It was childish, I know. I'm a kitten when it comes to [...]'s attention."
"Kitten ..?" Sungho raised a brow.
[...] couldn't help but snicker despite the attempt of seriousness of the conversation. They cleared their throat, wanting for him to continue.
"That was also when I figured that Sungho liked you too. Now that we're in this discussion ... it's a bit dramatic for me to act this way."
Donghyun admitted, his cheeks flushing as he looked away.
[...] sighed, resting his cheeks on his hand as he leaned towards them from the opposite side of the table.
"Yeah ... I've been thinking about it ever since Sanghyeok told me so, even though it was 7 minutes ago ... it's a bit tough for me to say."
[...] paused for a second, clicking his tongue as for the dramatic sequence of the conversation.
"It's flattering ... but I don't like you two like that."
Sungho felt like slumping away, being eaten by the ground whole out of embarrassment. He only felt so because it was a bit pathetic to think that [...] would like him ... of course not. They were much much cooler than him.
But he couldn't help but feel the surge of disappointment in his chest, but he had to accept it.
It was just a random crush that he suddenly developed after all, it wasn't like he expected for anything to happen further than that (?).
Donghyun, he felt pretty more than disappointed.
He was pull on frowning and pouting, crossing his arms as he turned his head away from [...].
"I didn't need your approval anyway, dickhead."
[...] and Sungho both giggled at the ridiculousness of Donghyun. He was acting so damn immature for someone who just got rejected. Well, at least he was fine, they hoped (?)!
Sungho lost the feeling of tension. Even if he got rejected ... atleast he was on good terms. He would've been devastated if [y/n] had left them right then and there.
"You don't hate us, [...]-ah ...?"
They chuckled, shaking his head.
"No, it's really okay. You can't control you feelings sometimes, and it's fine ... I just don't, reciprocate it I'm sorry."
"No, don't be sorry either ... you just said we couldn't control our feelings, you can't either so it's not your fault you don't feel for any of us." Donghyun stated matter of factly, finally finished with his childlike tantrum and leaned his arms on the table.
"By the way, enough chatting. We have to study for finals ...."
"Oh, but I'm clueless on what to study." Sungho frowned.
"It's alright. We'll help you out. Let's get to the library yeah." Donghyun got up from the table, and the two others followed suit.
"[...]-ah, I know this is weird..." Sungho murmured as they all entered the library and sat at a table.
"But .. can we all be friends, still?"
[...] looked at him with narrowed eyes, confusion apparent.
"I never said I wanted to end this, Sungho."
"Phew." Sungho let out a breath he didn't know that he was holding. Donghyun only rolled his eyes at his worry, arms folded.
Sungho looked at the both of them with his small, and subtle smile.
"Then, can we all be friends for a long time?"
[...] had to hold back a giggle, thinking about how adorable that suggestion was.
"Let's be together for... the next four-hundred and nighty-nine years, deal?" Donghyun piped in. Sungho nodded in agreement, a chuckle escaping him.
"So much happened in a month's span." Sungho said. "Two weeks." Donghyun corrected him.
[...] could only smile in satisfaction as they watched Sungho and Donghyun converse with one-another. It was nice knowing that they were finally getting along ...
— But, [...] didn't hear exactly what they were talking about.
"Don't think I'm still nod holding a grudge against you for liking [...]," Donghyun said to Sungho, a hushed tone as to not let [...] hear.
Sungho scrunched his brows. "Don't care ah... Anyone would pick me over your attitude anyday, Donghyun."
genre: doctor au, smut
summary: in which you help your husband out at his workplace
warnings: smut (mdni) language, pet names (good girl, good boy), oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, passionate sex, rough sex, dirty talk, definitely forgot something
pairing: doctor!leehan x fem!reader
wc: 2.5k
a/n: the hold doctor leehan has on me…😩 (also bare with me as this is my first smut fic)
nets: @blossomnet @onedoornet @chrimatanet @k-labels @k-films
Your phone buzzed in your hand, the screen lighting up with a message from Leehan. You glanced at it quickly, your heart skipping a beat as you saw his name. The text was short and to the point: "Need help. Can't focus. Need you here."
You frowned, tapping out a quick reply. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"
His response came almost immediately. "Not like that. I need... relief. Can't take care of this myself. I've tried, please come."
Your cheeks flushed as you read the message again. This wasn't like him. Leehan was always so composed, so professional. But here he was, practically begging for help in the middle of his workday. You bit your lip, considering your options. Showing up at the hospital unannounced would be strange, to say the least. But then again, this was your husband asking for your help.
"I can't just show up without a reason, Lee," you typed back, trying to keep your tone casual even though your pulse was racing.
"Come in for a checkup," he replied. "Say you've been feeling ill. I'll handle it personally."
A wave of heat washed over you as you imagined the scenario. You'd be lying, but the thought of being alone with Leehan in a hospital room, where anything could happen, was intoxicating. You swallowed hard, typing back a simple, "Okay."
The drive to the hospital was a blur. You parked in the visitor lot and made your way inside, your heart pounding in your chest. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit you as soon as you walked through the doors, and you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come.
Leehan had texted you directions to the examination room he'd be using. You followed them, your footsteps echoing down the empty hallway. When you finally reached the door, you hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the small lamp on the side table. Leehan stood by the exam table, his white coat hanging open to reveal the crisp blue shirt beneath. He looked up as you entered, his eyes dark with desire.
"Thanks for coming," he said, his voice low and husky. "I wasn't sure if you'd actually do it."
You closed the door behind you, leaning against it as you met his gaze. "You asked for my help, Lee. How could I say no?"
He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to pull you into his arms. You melted against him, your body reacting to his touch even as your mind tried to process the absurdity of the situation. Here you were, making out with your husband in a hospital room, while he was supposed to be working.
Leehan's hands roamed over your back, slipping under your shirt to caress your skin. You gasped, arching into his touch as he continued to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.
"Take off your coat," he murmured against your lips, his fingers already unbuttoning your blouse.
You complied, shrugging out of your jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Leehan's hands moved lower, unfastening your pants and slipping them down your hips. You kicked them off, standing there in nothing but your bra and panties, feeling exposed and exhilarated all at once.
Leehan's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you. "Beautiful," he whispered, lifting you onto the exam table. "Spread your legs for me."
Your breath caught in your throat as you obeyed, parting your thighs and leaning back on your elbows. The cold surface of the table pressed against your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You watched as Leehan slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the table between your legs, his gaze never leaving yours.
"Keep your panties on," he ordered, his voice firm. "I want you desperate for me."
You nodded, your breath hitching as he traced a finger along the lace crotch of your underwear. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, making you squirm in anticipation.
"Good girl," he praised, his finger dipping beneath the edge of the lace to brush against your clit. "Now, tell me how bad you want this."
"So bad," you breathed, your hips bucking against his hand. "Please, Lee..."
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "Not yet," he murmured, his fingers moving faster, teasing your aching flesh. "You're going to beg me for it."
You moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the table as he continued to stroke you, driving you wild with need. The thrill of being caught made every touch more intense, every sensation magnified a hundredfold.
"Lee... I can't... please..." you gasped, your body trembling with anticipation.
He chuckled softly, pulling his hand away. "Patience," he said, slipping off the table and kneeling between your legs. "I'm not done with you yet."
You feel the cool, sterile air of the hospital examination room as Leehan's fingers delve deeper into you. The sensation is both thrilling and nerve-wracking, knowing that at any moment someone could walk in. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, but it escapes anyway, a soft, breathy sound that makes Leehan's eyes gleam with pleasure.
"Leehan, please," you whisper, your voice trembling with need. "I can't take much more of this."
He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Then beg me," he commands, his tone dripping with dominance. "Tell me what you want."
You shiver, caught between the desire to submit and the fear of being overheard. But the throbbing ache between your legs overrides any hesitation. "Please, Leehan, I need you. Inside me, now. Please."
His fingers withdraw slowly, leaving you aching for more. He stands up, unbuttoning his pants with practiced ease, releasing his hard erection. You watch him, mesmerized by the sight, your body trembling with anticipation.
"On your knees," he orders, his voice firm. You comply immediately, sinking down onto the cold linoleum floor. The sensation against your skin adds another layer of excitement to the encounter. You look up at him, your eyes filled with longing.
He guides himself to your mouth, his cock nudging against your lips. You open willingly, taking him in, feeling the warmth and hardness filling your mouth. He groans, his hands threading through your hair, guiding you deeper. Your tongue swirls around him, tasting the pre-cum that beads at the tip.
The sounds of the hospital—distant footsteps, muffled conversations, the occasional beep of medical equipment—create a backdrop that heightens every sensation. Each time you hear a noise, your heart races, unsure if someone might be about to enter the room.
Leehan's grip on your hair tightens as he thrusts deeper, his breathing growing ragged. You match his rhythm, eager to bring him pleasure, to give him release. His hand moves from your hair to your cheek, cupping it gently as he looks down at you, his expression a mix of pride and raw desire.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "So good."
You feel a surge of pride, your cheeks flushing with heat. You redouble your efforts, sucking him harder, using your tongue to tease the underside of his shaft. His hips buck involuntarily, pushing deeper, driving you further into submission.
But just as you sense he's close, he pulls away abruptly, leaving you panting and desperate. You look up at him, confusion and frustration etched on your face.
"Not yet," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel you first."
He helps you back onto the examination table, positioning you so your back rests against the padded headrest. You spread your legs wide, giving him full access. He kneels between them, his eyes locked onto yours as he begins to lick and kiss his way up your inner thighs.
The sensation is electric, sending shivers through your body. You arch your back, pressing yourself closer to his mouth. His tongue finds your clit, circling it slowly at first, then increasing in speed and pressure. You cry out, your hands gripping the edge of the table for support.
"Leehan!" you gasp, your voice high and strained. "Oh God, yes! Right there! Don't stop!"
He doesn't stop. Instead, he uses one hand to hold your hips steady while his other teases your entrance, playing with your folds, stroking the sensitive skin just outside your opening. The dual sensations are almost too much to bear, your body trembling with impending release.
Your moans grow louder, blending with the ever-present hospital noises. You close your eyes, lost in the pleasure, barely registering when Leehan shifts, lining himself up with your entrance. He enters you slowly, inch by inch, allowing your body to adjust to his size.
You feel full, stretched around him, your muscles clenching instinctively. He pauses, letting you get used to the feeling before he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, building towards an inevitable climax.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough with need. You open your eyes, meeting his gaze. The intensity of his stare sends a jolt of energy through you, heightening every sensation.
With each thrust, the bed creaks softly, adding to the urgency of the moment. You can feel the vibrations through the mattress, amplifying the physical connection between you. Your breaths come in short, sharp gasps, your body arching upwards to meet his.
"Leehan, I'm so close," you whimper, your voice breaking with desperation. "Please, I need..."
"Just let go," he whispers, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic. "Let it happen."
And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you do. Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, overwhelming your senses. You cry out, your body convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.
Leehan follows soon after, his own release washing over him as he buries himself deep inside you. His breath comes in harsh gasps, his chest heaving with exertion. For a few moments, neither of you speak, simply basking in the aftermath of your shared pleasure.
But then, just as you begin to relax, the door handle jiggles.
The door handle jiggles again, and the room falls silent for a split second. Leehan pulls away slightly but keeping you close, your bodies still glistening with sweat. "Shh," he whispers, his voice barely audible as he presses a finger to his lips. The door handle stops moving, and you both hold your breath, listening intently.
After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps fade away, and Leehan relaxes, his hand still resting on your waist. "We can't stay here much longer," he murmurs, his voice low and urgent. "But before we leave, I need you to finish what you started."
You gaze up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. "What do you mean?" you ask, though you already know the answer.
Leehan's eyes darken with desire as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I want you to take control this time," he whispers. "Show me how much you need me."
Your pulse quickens at his words, your body responding instantly to the suggestion. You nod slowly, your resolve strengthening. "Lie back," you command, your voice steady despite the tremor of excitement running through you.
Leehan obeys without hesitation, stretching out on the examination table, his hands resting above his head. The sight of him, spread out and vulnerable, sends a jolt of heat through your body. You cup his balls gently, feeling the weight of them in your hand, and then trail your fingers up the length of his shaft.
Leehan groans softly, his hips arching off the table in response to the touch. "Please," he breathes, his eyes closed, "don't make me wait."
You smirk, your confidence growing. "Patience," you say, your voice a sultry drawl. "You're going to earn this."
You continue to stroke him, your grip firm yet teasing. Each pass of your hand brings him closer to the edge, but you slow your pace just as he starts to build toward release. You lean in closer, your mouth hovering just above his cock, but you don't give him the satisfaction of taking him in.
"Beg me," you whisper, your breath warm against his skin. "Tell me why you need this."
Leehan's eyes flutter open, and he looks up at you, his expression a mixture of desperation and desire. "Please," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. "I need you... I need to feel you."
Your heart races at his words, your own desire flaring hotter. "Good boy," you say, voice laced with approval. You finally lower your mouth to his cock, taking him in deeply, your tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his length.
Leehan's hands clamp down on the edges of the table, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. "Fuck," he gasps, his voice ragged. "That's it... just like that."
You continue to suck him, movements precise and deliberate. You vary your pace, sometimes quickening until Leehan is thrusting into your mouth, other times slowing to a torturous crawl. You take your hand to guide him, adding pressure at the base to heighten the sensation.
Leehan's moans grow louder, more desperate, letting you know he's close. You pull off him briefly, looking up into his eyes. "Do you want to come?" Your voice soft and seductive.
"Yes," Leehan answers immediately, his chest heaving with exertion. "God, yes..."
You smile, lips curling into a wicked grin. "Then come for me," you say, returning to his cock with renewed intensity. You take him deep, swallowing around him as you quicken your pace, working him harder and faster.
Leehan's head falls back, his eyes rolling shut as he surrenders to the pleasure. "Ah, fuck... I'm gonna...!" His words cut off as his orgasm crashes over him, his cock pulsing between your lips. He comes hard, his seed filling your mouth as his body convulses with each powerful spasm.
You swallow every drop, savoring the taste of him, then you pull off slowly, licking your lips clean. You stand up straight, watching as Leehan lies there, spent and panting, his eyes glazed with satisfaction.
"Did you enjoy that?" You ask, voice dripping with smugness.
Leehan opens his eyes and meets your gaze, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "More than words can say," he replies.
Your heart swells with pride, the earlier tension melting away under the warmth of his gratitude. You reach down to help him sit up, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. "Let's get cleaned up," you suggest, your tone gentle now.
As you start to redress, the hospital intercom crackles to life overhead, announcing the next patient to be seen. Leehan freezes momentarily, his eyes darting to the door. "We should go," he says, his voice tinged with urgency.
You nod, understanding the risk you're taking by staying any longer. You finish buttoning your clothes and quickly gather your things. Just as your about to leave, Leehan catches your hand, stopping you.
"Wait," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He steps closer, pressing a kiss to your lips, lingering just long enough to convey his gratitude. "Thank you," he murmurs against your mouth.
You smile, heart swelling with affection. "Anytime, doctor," you reply.
Warnings/contents : unspecified mentions of drinking, lmk if there's more + this work is entirely fictional and does not connect to the actual idol at all. (they/them used !)
this is actually connected to do we have a connection anymore but /nf to read at all (this also had been sitting in my drafts so bare w me) 🏃♂️
Warnings/contents : nothing much, just that donghyun can be a little cutie <333
[...] and their boyfriend, Donghyun, had bought out an apartment in the busy streets of Seoul. Living with eachother was something they discussed for a while, since they lived at a great distance away from eachother.
It was painful.
When they first viewed the apartment to confirm buying out that place with a apartment leasing agent, Donghyun was like a little ball of energy. He was practically sprinting around the house, going "wow" at anything fascinating he saw.
[...] had to tell him to calm down. They found it pretty amusing.
Thus, they split the price to fifty-fifty and bought out the apartment.
The apartment was empty as you'd expect, except for some necessary furniture. Hence, Donghyun bought [...] over to IKEA to buy out some decor and equipment for their new humble abode.
———
IKEA was crowded, as per usual. Donghyun kept a hold of [...]'s sleeve as to not get lost— "lost", as in himself getting lost and separated from [...].
They didn't quite need any huge furniture. Though, they were going to have to buy a new mattress at some point so that they could snuggle comfortably with eachother.
Donghyun hummed when they reached the end of the first floor with all the showrooms. Usually, that is where they displayed the stuffed animals they sold.
Donghyun looked at the plushie haven in awe. Tugging [...]'s sleeve, he dragged them over to the mountains of plushies.
[...] tilted their head to the side, snorting a giggle. They picked a cute plushie from one of the big piles. The little green alien with unbelievably big eyes. Adorable.
[...] held it up to Donghyun.
"Hey. They were kind enough to make a plushie of you," Donghyun narrowed his eyes in confusion, before letting a scoff escape his lips.
"I do not look like that thing," he said with a disgusted glare to the plushie. Taking it from [...], he held it by its stubby arm with his thumb and index. Like it was a dead roach as he inspected the little goober.
"What? It literally looks like you. Exactly." [...] retorted, pointing to the plushies eyes and to Donghyun's.
Donghyun let out a gasp, feigning offense.
"Well— you look just like that." Donghyun shot back, pointing to a plushie behind them. [...] jerked his head back, eyes widening when they saw an orangutan. A fucking orangutan.
"I'm trying to be nice to you and this is what I get," [...] said, pouting deeply with arms folded over their chest. Donghyun snorted, seeing the irony. He patted [...]'s head in apology.
"Sorry. You actually look like that guy," Donghyun said, picking out the panda stuffed toy.
[...] immediately let out a laugh. "Seriously..? Okay then."
[...] tilted their head, a smile curved up on their lips after thinking about an idea.
"Let's buy the alien and the panda, we can say we have a stuffed toy of eachother." They suggested. Donghyun nodded immediately, eager.
"Sure! I'm paying." [...] paused. "No.. I am."
"What? No way. I'm the more mature one in this relationship, I should." Donghyun argued. [...] deadpanned. "Mature my ass...."
But alright. Guess Donghyun's is paying, that boy is too stubborn for his own good.
Donghyun grinned in victory when the latter said nothing more, pecking a light kiss on his lips.
"M'kay, c'mon." Donghyun held both of the plushies with one arm wrapped around them. The other arm slung over [...]'s shoulder, who had a red tint on their cheeks.
And too charming for his own good.
Donghyun, agreeing to [...]'s idea might be the worse thing you could've ever done.
That's what Donghyun thought. [...] was carrying that ugly little alien everywhere, and the audacity to say it looked like him.
Well... It kind of did, but that's besides the point.
That dumb alien even had a name. "Hyundong". What kind of name is that? "Donghyun" is right here!
Donghyun can't believe he's getting envious of a dumb stuffed animal, but he couldn't help it. Whenever he and [...] were supposed to cuddle at night, the alien was always in between them. It had been two weeks.
[...] announced that they were gonna have a quick shower, and Donghyun only nodded in response. Looking back to the spot where [...], that's when he saw it.
Hyundong.
Donghyun narrowed his eyes. He took the alien into his hands, staring at him dead in the eyes. The aliens big eyes staring into his own.
"What do you have that I don't, huh? Hyundong?" he asked the thing. No response. So it was hiding something...
"Stop stealing my lover," Donghyun said to the plushie.
But not gonna lie, it was kind of cute... It kind of smelled like them too. Donghyun huffed, holding the plushie in his arms. "I'll let you off this time, Hyundong."
[...] came out of the shower, in fresh clothing and hair damped. They let out a laugh of amusement when they saw Donghyun cuddle with the alien.
"This thing," Donghyun said once they took a seat, putting heavy emphasis. "Is cute but is stealing your attention."
[...] shook their head. They took the alien plushie. Putting it aside, they replaced the alien with themself. Donghyun immediately accepted them and held them in his arms.
"Sorry. It looks like a mini you. I need to take care of it too," [...] said, burying their nose in the crook of his neck. "Besides, you'll always be the number one baby alien."
Donghyun grumbled, but he turned giddy when [...] was suddenly snuggling into him, They were practically puzzle pieces glued together.
"That's a dumb name... But if you say so, then I guess I am." Donghyun said matter if factly. He tightened his arms even more securely around his lover, resting his chin over their head.
This was the dream. Living together, snuggling and stuck to each other's hips 24/7...
And having little stupid stuffed toys that are considered [...]'s children, I guess.
It's almost twelve and I wrote this in half an hour. Rushed, like rlly. :'(
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Summary : "We will marry eachother if we're still single by 25," that's a silly promise Sungho had made with his best friend, [...] on a sleepover night in the third grade. Sungho could only laugh everytime the memory returned to him. I mean, who knew that they'd go through with the plan?
Warnings/contents : it's just a silly wedding drabble, no warnings! also, non proof read and english is not my first language <3 they/them used
Sungho felt a bit uneasy, as his groomsmen helped him tidy up his appearance. Anyone could see how nervous he was, his body felt warm and his hands was shaking slightly. He tried to sooth himself up by twiddling with his fingers.
Dongmin was one of the guys helping him out, as he was currently fixing up the white suit Sungho was wearing. He hummed as he saw Sungho's nervousness, which made him chuckle in amusement.
"Nervous, huh?" Dongmin asked the question with the most obvious answer. Sungho let out a sigh, and nodded in response anyway. "Obviously," Murmured Sungho.
Dongmin dusted the shoulder of the suit to make sure it looked tidy, before taking a step back to take in Sungho's appearance. "You look so handsome hyeong," Dongmin grinned with thumbs up from both of his hands. Sungho's lip curved up. His friends really knew how to boost up his confidence.
"I found it," Exclaimed a new voice that had entered Sungho's dressing room, which was Jaehyun. He held a little red rose in his hand, which he then tucked into the pocket of Sungho's suit. Sungho's smile deepened, looking at both of his friends with gratitude in his eyes.
"Thank you so much for helping me," Sungho said softly. Both of the boys smiled in response, Jaehyun nodding rapidly. "Of course, hyeong. It's our job to make you look the best for [...]!"
At the mention of [...], his soon to be spouse, his ears grew a red tint. It wasn't hard to notice, thus both of his friends laughed. Sungho huffed, covering his ears with his palms.
"You're still so shy after all these years," Dongmin cooed, teasing the man. Sungho sent him a glare, which was more playful than actually wanting to kill him. "Right? Some things never change." Jaehyun added his own comment, which got Sungho thinking.
They were right, obviously. After knowing [...] since they were both children, he would still get flustered at the mention of the latter like he used to primary all the way to university. He didn't think further about his feelings for [...], hence he thought that liking his childhood friend was just a phase, and that he'd get over it sooner or later.
That's what he thought 11 years ago. Time really flies, doesn't it?
Firstly, [...] was a friend who he met in primary school. Now, that same person was his fiance, and was about to be his spouse today. Even thinking about it made him feel giddy.
Jaehyun took Sungho's hand, which snapped him out of his thoughts. Dongmin took the other hand, and they began leading the groom out of the dressing room.
"C'mon, the ceremony starts in 15 minutes. Don't wanna be late for your own wedding, right?" Jaehyun grinned, which made Sungho chuckle and nod in agreement. So, he let his friends, his groomsmen lead him to the altar.
Sungho stood at the altar, at the end of the hall. He bit the inside of his cheek, putting weight on his leg from left to right. He felt the nervousness he felt earlier come back to him, as he stood infront of everyone he ever loved.
His mother had approached just earlier, having embraced him and sobbed into his shoulders like she was the one getting married. Sungho only hugged her back, rubbing her back to soothe her. She said, "I'm just happy. It felt like it was just yesterday you were a small baby, slowly growing up and having fun with your hyeong. Now my baby is getting married," He felt his heart flutter at her simple yet meaningful words.
The hall suddenly fell silent. He tensed up, standing up straight to make himself look the best as possible.
And yes, they do have a 'flower girl'. Woonhak peeked from the door of the hall, holding a basket filled to he brim with poppies. [...]'s favorite flowers of all time. The doors closed behind him once he entered.
Woonhak had a dumb grin plastered on his lips, waving at Sungho before he walked down the aisle, tossing and throwing the poppies onto the maroon carpet. Sungho had to suppress a smile from how silly the idea of having Woonhak be the flower girl, though the audience was already giggling at Woonhak. He was adorable, okay?
He glanced over at the entrance of the hall, seeing the doors open and [...]'s friend emerging from the door. His heart thumped and picked up its pace dramatically, it felt as if his heart would just jump out of his chest.
[...]'s friend was holding their hand, and they began to lead [...] down the hall. The moment Sungho saw his spouse's appearance, he felt his breath hitch. It was like in that very second, he lost his breath.
Thoughts ran through his head, racing at a rapid pace like how his heart was going 500 BPM. The thoughts being things such as, "oh gosh, they're gorgeous." I mean, how lucky was he to be with someone like [...]?
He felt like all the memories returned to him when [...] and their slowly made their way down the aisle. The memory of one sleepover night in the second grade, a night that would alter his perspective and feelings. It was practically engraved into his mind.
———
"Sungho, your friend is here!' His mother yelled for him from the kitchen, as she was cooking dinner for the night.
Sungho's ears perked up, and he jumped up from his bed. He had been boredly waiting for his friend to arrive, on the bed. He practically just laid there, waiting for his friend to cheer him up.
He ran downstairs and immediately went to open the front door. A big smile was stuck on his lips, as he attacked the latter in a tight and warm embrace. Like he hadn't seen them in forever.
"[...], you're late," Sungho said with a frown on his lips. [...] giggled, patting his head as to apologize. "I'm sorry, but I'm only late by 5 minutes."
Sungho huffed as they pointed it out, making it seem like he was impatient or something. "Whatever! Let's go to my bedroom," He grabbed [...]'s hand, rushing upstairs.
They had eaten dinner that Sungho's mother made, though they ate it very quickly. They practically inhaled it, to make more time to play with eachother.
Sungho would always brag that he was better at Mario Kart than [...] will ever be, but he still managed to lose to them anyway. [...] only kept on teasing in how wrong he was.
"I'm just tired. It's not fair," Sungho said with his arms crossed. "Well, okay. How about we start an island on Animal crossing instead?" [...] suggested. Sungho hummed in thought, before agreeing with a nod of his head as he went to the console to change the disc.
"Sure. Let's make a mansion, because we deserve the best," "Agreed." [...] smiled in response as he started the game.
Sungho laid on his bed, as [...] Laid right next to him. Sungho would usually never let anyone shar his bed with him, not even his older brother who he adored so much. But he was already so used to having moments like this with [...], the person he loved the most.
"Sungho, do you have a girlfriend?" That question took Sungho by surprise. He shook his head no.
"Well.. ugh, this is gonna seem silly!" [...] pouted. Sungho rolled his eyes. Nothing could be worse than having to see [...] have that horrendous pout. "Just say it," Sungho encouraged him.
"If... We're single by 25, do you wanna get married?" It was a question, a promise that people made a lot.
But Sungho being himself, he had never thought about it. Let alone expected someone would ask that question to him. Sungho seemed to freeze, thinking about what to say.
Did he want that? Well, it didn't seem like he was against it. On the contrary, he thought that the promise would be broken anyway. Even if they don't have a partner, they probably wouldn't go through with it.
Humming in thought, then he nodded his head. "I mean, I guess we could...." Sungho said, with a hint of reluctance. Pushing his hesitation aside, [...] seemed to smile in response. They seemed to be... Genuinely happy.
"Yay..." [...] said, but their voice seemed to fade. They yawned, shifting in the covers.
"Okay then... Goodnight, Sungho," [...] Said as they cuddled to one of Sungho's pillow. Sungho bit the inside of his cheek out of habit, thinking more about the question they had asked.
He was only 9, why was he thinking about marriage? He also seemed to be unsatisfied as [...] just let off their conversation like the most casual thing in the world.
Sungho let out a sigh. "Goodnight, [...]."
———
Sungho's heart thumped as his partner had reached the altar, looking at him with the same look of his eyes. A mix of, "I can't believe this is happening," and "what the hell is going on?".
Same, [...], same. Sungho thought.
His lips curved up to a soft smile, chuckling with so much overwhelming emotions within himself.
The wedding officiant cleared his throat, which quickly gathered everyone's attention.
"I hereby, and is happy to announce that Park Sungho, and his partner, [...] [...] will be getting their hands in marriage," The officiant announced, and everyone else applauded for them, some of their family were getting weary-eyed.
The officiant glanced over to Sungho, "Will you accept [...] as your spouse, that'll make you happy for the rest of your lifetime?"
"I do." He replied with no hint of reluctance, just excitement in his eyes. The officiant nodded, turning hsi head over to [...].
"Do you accept Sungho as your husband?" He asked them this time. With a smile, [...] eagerly nodded. "Of course I do."
The officiant seemed to be satisfied with both of their answers, nodding as he took a atep back.
"I now pronounce you, Sungho and [...] arre officially married." He announced with his a bow to his head. "You may now kiss,"
[...] only giggled, leaning in and pecking Sungho on the lips. "It feels great that we're finally together, huh?" They asked with a cheeky grin.
Sungho's face turned red. It wasn't like it was the first time they has kissed, but he'd get flustered everytime [...] iniated a kiss. Sungho had a dumb grin on his face, nodding in agreement.
Sungho took a step to his partner, wrapping them in a warm embrace, where they were practically floating as Sungho gave a eager, yet gentle kiss to the lips. Sungho whispered into their lips, "This is heaven..."
Sungho and [...] had their hands resting on top of one another, as they sliced the cake. It felt a bit heartwarming to them.
Despite it being a fancy, five level wedding cake, the flavor of the cake was a classic rainbow cake. It was a flavor of cake that Sungho had always insisted to eat whenever they visited the cafe back in their high-school days.
[...]'s parents had approached the pair, a huge grin plastered on their father's face.
Once they arrived, [...]'s father gave a light hug to his child, patting their back when he pulled back. "I can't believe it! My child is all grown up, I'm I'm proud," he said, wiping away imaginary tears that spilled from his eyes.
[...] rolled their eyes with a huff, an amused smile on their mouth. "I know, right?" They commented in agreement.
[...]'s mother smiled at Sungho, extending her hand to offer him a handshake.
"Welcome to the family, Sungho," she said. "I remember when you still played those videos games with [...]. Everything just goes so fast." She sighed in nostalgia. She could get teary eyed just thinking about all the memories of them, it just held a special place in her heart.
"Yo!" His groomsmen were back, Dongmin and Jaehyun, along with the 'flowerboy' Woonhak.
"It was so cute when you and [...] kissed, hyeong. Stop making me resent you!" Woonhak whined dramatically. Sungho shrugged his shoulders, smirking as he buried his hands into his pocket. "What can I say? I really can't resist when they're infront of me,"
[...] chuckled, hitting his shoulder. "Stop being sappy for one second."
Dongmin laughed in amusement, folding his arms. "Well, congratulations on your marriage hyeong. I didn't see the day where you'd get married, especially to someone as nice as [...],"
"You need to stop being jealous. I know that I got the cutest partner ever," Sungho cooed, taking his hand from his pocket just to squeeze the life of his partner's right cheek, and they squeaked in surprise.
Sungho only laughed. [...] was just the same as always. [...] always reminded him of a mouse somehow.
The way Sungho kept on talking about them, like they were the most prized possessions that was now in his hands had [...] all flustered. They wanted him to stop. But at the same time, they wanted Sungho to keep on whispering to them all these sweet nothings until they went deaf (which was never).
[...]'s mother only chuckled at their little bickering. It was just those small things that bought a smile to her face.
———
Sungho's hair was damped, as had just finished showering. He eagerly rushed over to the bed with a white towel, giving it to [...] as he wanted them to wipe his hair dry.
[...] hummed in amusement, patting the spot infront of them for him to sit. He practically bounced onto the bed, and [...] began to dry up his hair using the same towel.
[...]'s parents had planned out an all-expenses paid weekend, where they could stay at a luxury hotel for he weekend, just so they could have their cozy alone time together. Sungho couldn't feel any more grateful to his parents-in-law.
His partner continued to scratch his head, and wipe his wet hair with the towel which sent shivers through his spine. [...] giggled at him, and Sungho chuckled along him.
They put the towel away, indicating that they were done. He turned around, pecking his cheek in gratitude as he then laid on the bed, head resting on [...]'s lap. They were both wearing the same pair of pajamas, which just made him feel giddier.
"Don't you think it's silly," [...] mumbled as he stroked Sungho's head, in soothing circles. Sungho hummed in confusion.
"That we got married because of some promise...?" [...] continued to whisper. Sungho's lips curved down to a frown, shaking his head almost immediately.
"What? Of course not. If you weren't being an idiot and suddenly made that promise, we wouldn't be together right now," Sungho said. He brought his hand to his partner's chin, stroking his chin as he laid on his lap. [...] let out a sigh. He was right. [...] couldn't deny that this day was the best day of his life.
"Would you believe me if I said this felt like a fever dream?" Sungho grinned, which had [...] chuckling at how adorable he was. They leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I believe you alright. I expect for you to dream about nothing but me," [...] said cheekily.
Those words felt like euphoria to Sungho. That's right. He wanted to dream about nothing but [...], his love of his life. [...] was quite literally his dream.
Sungho sat up, tackling [...] onto their back, peppering kisses all over their face. [...] squealed as they tried to fight Sungho off, but his grip on him only tightened. He had his arms wrapped around them, his head laying in their shoulder.
"I loved today. I hope everyday could be like this," He sighed softly.
I'm slow at updating becos I've been trying to write on Wattpad and I've been reading a lot LOL. so very sorry !!
Genre : angst , also includes a bit of smut so beware.
Summary : [...] got dumped by her last boyfriend. But it's okay! She has a new boyfriend, Han Dongmin, and he was amazing.. until he got a drinking addiction and cheated on her regularly. She left him, but now Dongmin just wants her back.
Warnings/contents : highschcool to college setting, reader and dongmin are exes, dongmin fucks himself because he got turned on by his ex, mentions of c0ck and etc. Non proof read and English is not my first language :))) she/her used
[...] was a senior in high school, only a few months away from graduation.
She wasn't alone, she had a boyfriend. But.. the boyfriend was actually really horrible, to her and the people around her.
He tend to talk about [...] behind her back, doing things like shaming her for her appearance, and her overwhelming personality. It kind of hurt.
Other than that, this guy would never treat her right— he was an angel when they first got together, but overtime he became more and more of an asshole. He might treat literal gorgeous strangers better than [...], his own girlfriend.
[...] was sitting by a staircase one day, and she was weeping into her knees. It was during class, but she didn't feel like going at all.
She just got dumped by her boyfriend, why? Because she didn't dress well enough for him during valentines day— oh, it was just stupid as a whole.
She didn't know why she was crying exactly, that jerk was not worth crying over at all, so why did she feel this way...?
She kept on replaying the whole scene in her mind, over and over again. Where her boyfriend had broken up with her infront of students in the hallway.. and when she asked 'why', he slapped her.
He. Slapped. Her.
It was painful.. other than that humiliating— the fucking nerve of that guy to do that. She wishes she could go back there and punch some senses into him.
But, of course she didn't. Instead, she began to weep by a staircase. She looked weak as hell.
Footsteps started approaching closer and closer to the staircase. Quickly, she wiped the tears away from her eyes, well tried to. Her eyes were red and puffy. She was ready for the newcomer to go ahead and laugh at her.
"Hello...?" The voice whispered, low yet soft.
[...] sniffled, wiping her nose with the hem of her sleeve. She turned her head away from the person— well maybe she didn't wanna be laughed at.
"Go away." [...] tried to sound intimidating, but her voice came out shaky.
"...What's wrong?" [...] heard the person ask, also hearing commotion of the person taking a seat next to her on the ground.
[...] tried to ignore them, but she really couldn't. She let out a shaky breath, glancing at the person who was now sat next to her.
.... Wow. He was.. really pretty— and handsome. Her breath went hitched, but she tried to hide it by clearing her throat.
"Uhm.. I got dumped."
The biy who sat beside her had a scrunched up nose, knitted brows as he tried to process her words.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He murmured to her, before standing up. She peeked up at him in curiosity, before she saw him extend his hand to her.
"Han Dongmin." He introduced himself, in a firm yet gentle voice.
[...] was very lost, but she took his hand and got up aswell, deciding to trust this new acquaintance and follow him to wherever he would take her.
When walking, she noticed the way he glanced at her expectantly. Her face flushed in embarrassment. "Sorry..! I'm [...]."
"I see..." The way Dongmin seemed interested in her, the way he had a grip on her hand made her feel giddy.
She might have just got dumped... but she felt as if the love she used to feel wasn't over.
But oh, how wrong she was.
———
[...] sighed in relief, entering the house right after taking her shoes off and locking the door behind her.
She glanced at the sofa, since the television was playing- and, he saw knocked out Dongmin.
[...] eyes widened, seemingly surprised to see her boyfriend there. She hadn't a him since last night, even for the whole day she was at her classes he didn't respond back to her messages.
She approached the knocked out boy, gently shaking his shoulder to wake him up. When he didn't, she furrowed her brows and shook harder.
The boy groaned, rubbing his temples as he opened his eyes to see who had woken him up in from his slumber!— well, it was an uncomfortable nap since he felt so damn light headed but whatever.
"Dongmin-ah," [...] smiled in satisfaction to see him awake, but the smell of him was grossing her out.
"You should wash up quickly.. and then we can get into bed. We could watch some shows, maybe."
He wasn't listening to any of her suggestions of activities for the night, like at all. He was really dizzy, and.. he was feeling deprived. Not for sleep, bit deprived of having that oh-so-amazing drink.. it was alcohol.
That's what he was thinking about, but he didn't tell her of course. He knew she'd be pissed of at him. Well, understandable. But he couldn't resist his urges, okay? If he wanted something, he will get it.
He saw [...] leave the living room after finishing her one-sided conversation with him, and went to set her stuff in their shared bedroom. It was a small apartment, thus they were sharing a room.
Dongmin was not fond of the idea, obviously.. he wanted a room for himself, and his private stuff damn it.
He shuffled up from the couch, slightly tipsy and stumbling on his feet. But, he managed to get through the door and exit the apartment. Silently.
"Dongmin-ah, where are you..." [...] mumbled, to no one in particular. She probably seemed insane, calling out to a name while she was home alone.
[...] tapped on the 'call' button on her boyfriend's contact again, shifting on the bed uncomfortably. She was impatient, she had called over and over again but he just wouldn't pick up.
But, it was normal by now.
Dongmin would leave at night, and came back home by the morning, and mostly slept and repeated the routine once it reached night.
He was usually out to parties, drinking and getting flat out drunk. He did it often, and would leave her at their shared home alone.
'We're sorry, this number is not able to get to the phone rig-' she cut the voicemail off, grumbling in pure frustration.
Honestly? She thought he was the biggest asshole ever.
What was stopping her from leaving him, then?
.... She honestly doesn't know either. It might be because Dongmin was the one who saved her from her past relationship.
But was it really worth it if this relationship had the same effects as the last, if not worse?
Dunno. She had a tiny glimpse of hope she could maybe.. fix him, somehow.
God, this was really bad. But she couldn't help but still have feelings over Dongmin. Who could blame her?
[...] called his contact again, holding it to her ear as her phone rang. She expected for another voicemail again, but this time- he answered.
Just about time.
As she were about to speak, she heard a distinct noise from the other line. She scrunched her brows in confusion. Well, he was maybe at a local club again, of course it was loud... but, this noise sounded strange- she pulled the phone closer to her ear.
She listened to the other line, and her mouth agape.
She realised now.. she heard-pleasurable noises- coming from Dongmin's line.. it sounded like a girl, followed by Dongmin's grunting.
It was disgusting to listen to. It was disgusting to think about, she was trying so fucking hard to not puke.
More moans came through the speaker, with wet, squelching noises. Dongmin's name was whimpered out-
Okay, she couldn't take this anymore. She hung up the phone, dropping her phone to the bed as she held her head in her hands. Imagine picking up the phone while mid-fucking another woman..?
"The audacity.." [...] mumbled out. Her eyes began to pour tears, burying her face into her hands as she weeped. Alone.
She wanted Dongmin to comfort her...
... but he was the reason she was crying in the first place. Thr audacity of him to leave her alone every night, and fuck other girls at the parties he goes to.
She couldn't take it anymore. The man- guy she was dating was a cheater, he was the worst person she had the misfortune of meeting.
She always thought that he was the best.. but it was clear now, clear as day that she needed to break up with this demon who she used to call 'her boyfriend'.
She sniffled back her tears, wiping her damped eyes with her bare wrists. She didn't deserve to cry over him.. he didn't deserve to be cried over. He was nothing but heartless, only using people for his own pleasure.
She's decided— she was done. She was too blinded to see the way he had been treating her this whole time was not okay. Like a fucking object.
She began stuffing her clothes, and essentials in the luggages she bought when moving into the apartment, with Dongmin.
She was actually taking her sweet old time packing her shit, since she knew she wouldn't get caught anyway. Who was going to check on her, Dongmin? Obviously not...
———
It was a little over 2 in the morning, and [...] was asleep in the comfort of her own bed. The warmness under the comforter, air conditioner washing over her body as she snuggled up with her stuffed animal.
There were knocks coming from the front door of her apartment.
Her brows scrunched up involuntarily as her sleeping form heard the sudden sounds. She tried to drown out the noise and continue sleeping.
But the knocks just wouldn't stop. Infact, it sounded frantic. Like someone's in trouble.
[...] grunted in annoyance. She reluctantly pushed the comforter off of herself and got off the bed, trying her best to fluff up her messy hair as she shuffled her way down to the front door.
She grabbed the key that rested on a cabinet nearby, and unlocked the door. She opened the door slightly to get a peek of whoever decided it was a pleasant idea to show up at her doorstep at this time.
... Oh. The person who had showed up was her ex, Han. Dongmin.
[...] tried to convince herself it was her mind playing with her, or that it was just a bad nightmare. She rubbed her eyes to have it adjust to the dim lighting, and she looked at the figure again.
... Nope, still there.
[...] let out a sigh. She took notice of how he still hadn't seemed to realise she had already opened the door, seeing him continously rub his temples with an index with an expression of distress.
Oh, damsel in distress.. but is that my problem?
Yep. They seemed like totally solid people.
But- first of all, how did he find her? She moved into a new apartment two months ago, right after she dumped him. Second of all, why was he even
[...] silently, tried to close the door back again and maybe she could continue her earlier slumber. But, a hand refrained her from doing so.
"Wait... " It was the annoying ass Dongmin, of course. His voice was shaky, he was blurting out words as he tried to make her stay there.
"What?" [...] spitted out. She was really in no mood to hear Dongmin speak in his whiny ass voice. Oh, and his breath smelled like flavored alcohol. Gross.
"I.. miss you, baby.." he blurted out, and she swore she vomited in her mouth from the cringe she felt from the term of endearment. "Why did you leave me.."
What kind of question was that?
"....Because you kept on drinking, making out and hooking up with random women at the parties you'd leave me for." [...]'s response to his question had no hesitance, and it was blunt as hell.
She had opened the door fully, looking at his weary expression with her arms folded over her chest.
"I didn't mean to..." He spoke through hiccups. He felt really dizzy. But he didn't have any balls to ask her to crash at her place.
Maybe she'd let him... he was her ex, after all. (That's not how it works, though).
"Can.. I stay the night?"
[...]'s eyes widened, staring at him in disbelief. Oh the fucking audacity of this guy...
"No way." [...] furrowed her brows. Dongmin whined in response, tugging at the sleeve of her pajamas.
"Please.. please I can't..." he trailed off, gagging through his mouth. The alcohol had taken much worse effects on him than he had anticipated. He saw her roll her eyes, swatting his hand away from herself.
"No. You're actually so fucked up if you think I'd do anything for you after everything." [...] shot him one last glare, before she shut the door after she went back in, without enough time for him to protest.
Dongmin tried to bang on the door, hoping that she would comply and let him in. Let him make things right again... but, of course she lost faith in him. He was at her doorstep, after they broke up, flat out drunk.
He only against a wall, onto the floor. He put his head in his hands, as he began to weep. At his ex girlfriend's apartment complex.
God, he was so pathetic. Very pathetic.
———
The second Dongmin arrived to his own home, he was immediately knocked out on the couch. He was going to get the worst headaches of his life...
He was right. He woke up at the ass crack of 7 in the morning, and his head hurts like hell. He was trying so hard not to puke, his carpet was expensive for Pete's sake.
He walked on his limp legs, and managed to make it to his kitchen, gripping on the counter as to not fall. He grabbed a cup of water which had probably been staying for a few days on the counter, and downed it in one go.
He gulped the drink, grunting as the water had an effect on his lightweight. He was hungry as fuck... but he felt like if he consumed something, he'd immediately puke it out.
Instead, he grabbed his phone from the kitchen island and slumped himself on the comfort of the couch.
Without [...], the apartment felt more empty. [...] would always do the groceries, and in his fridge right now he had nothing except for spoiled milk.
Dongmin grumbled, and he began scrolling on his phone for entertainment, which was on Instagram.
There he goes, looking through pictures of random women on the app again.. but he didn't like, give any of the posts a like. He didn't know what possessed him..
... But thinking about [...] bejng missing made him feel some sort of regret, and resent to the people who could still see her, and talk to her while he couldn't even figure out where she lived.
Did she live with her parents? Her relatives? Maybe she lived alone now?
He didn't know, but he wanted to know, badly.
He wanted to apologise, to tell her that everything he did was fucked up and he knew it.
But his pride was bigger than the regret he felt. He didn't wanna admit it— he wanted her to come back and ask to have him back..
Wait— was he insane? Did he think [...] would still want him after all this time?
He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he continued to scroll.
He suddenly stumbled across a post, with a familiar handle.
Dongmin narrowed his eyes. He clicked on the profile picture of the account to see who it was.. and of course, it was [...]'s account. His Instagram recommended him [...]'s account.
Was the algorithm playing with him? This must be a punishment? Or... [...] was just so pretty the algorithm put her on his recommendation page...
Kill yourself, Han Dongmin. He thought to himself in annoyance.
Whatever. I don't need her stupid ass anyway.
Dongmin thought as he scrolled through her Instagram. What's wrong? He was curious of what's going on in her life currently.
Dongmin went onto her most recent post, and a wave of shock strucked him. His jaw was dropped, and he felt as if his eyes would pop out from its sockets.
The post included pictures of [...] at the beach... wearing a little white bikini.
Oh, what was she doing to him...?
He knew he was being disgusting, but he let a grunt escape past his lips as he stared at the picture.
She was just so.. perfect. Why didn't he notice before? What a fucking dumbass. Biggest fool ever.
Dongmin could've been seeing this gorgeous body at nights, but instead he was out elsewhere, with another woman.
He fucked up big time, he knew that. The picture was just doing things to him. The way the bikini revealed so much of her body, and showed off her curves.
He felt jealous. Jealous that other men got to see her like this when it should be him.
Dongmin was about to groan at the sight, but he settled with another grunt. Why was he so weird..
He glanced at the door of his apartment, just to make sure that the door was really locked.
Dongmin took a breath, as he put the phone by his side on the couch, making sure that he didn't accidentally click off the image.
He placed his hand above his groin, pushing it up and down, beginning to palm himself. He let out a groan.
He was touching himself, and could just imagine that it was her, infront of him, being the one who gave him the pleasure instead of himself.
Dongmin unbuckled his belt, then unzipping the zipper of his black jeans. He stroked himself through the fabric, before pushing the jeans so it would rest below his hips.
He continued to stroke himself, only a layer of boxers separating him from actually touching himself.
His boxers were damped with pre-come. He moaned. He attempted to gain friction by rocking his hips into his fist.
He was being insanely disgusting.. but what was on the screen was once his. He missed that.
He wrapped his cock that was beneath the fabric, pumping it with his two fists. He was going pretty damn fast, because of his neediness and his eagerness.
But, it didn't feel as good as when [...] did it. He moaned so damn much whenever she played with his hard cock, he was sure the neighbours downstairs could hear them.
Dongmin was tempted to go further— but he stopped himself. Doing this was enough as it is.. he should actually only do that when he gets [...] back. If he gets [...] back.
Dongmin rolled his eyes, annoyed with himself that he had these thoughts in the first place.
He stood up from the couch, and pulled his pants back up.
Dongmin should really get his life back together if he wanted someone like [...] back in it..
Might make a continuation if I have motivation :9 also I want moots so if you want to be mootz tell me <3
Genre : fluff , smut [you are responsible for the content you consume ☆]
Summary : KIM JIWOONG was a well-known restaurant owner, and he had a son with his lovely wife— [...]. [...] was disrespected at the restaurant for her 'inability' to take care of her son, thus Jiwoong is doing her best to lift up her mood.
Warnings : I'm not sure how to explain, but nsfw !!! fingering and mention of c0ck, pvssy, etc.
[...] sat there at the very corner of the restaurant with her son, smiling and giggling to every little word her son said as he exaggeratedly complains about his day at pre-school.
She tapped the screen of her phone so it would turn on, and saw that it was already 8.30 PM. She had arrived with her son about 20 minutes ago, and her husband was running late.
Who is her husband? Well, he was a well known person, as he owned multiple restaurant establishments across the country. She and their son was sitting at one of his locations, just waiting for him to arrive since he was busy monitoring another establishment.
She glanced back at her son, seeing the way that he was being loud. She smiled softly. It was adorable, but she had to ask her son to tone it down a little (which he didn't, of course).
That was when the manager of the place approached their table, a firm expression on the latter's face.
"Sorry, madam." The manager began "But I'm afraid that you'd have to switch tables— the customers right behind you are being disturbed by the loud sounds your son is making."
[...] couldn't hide the confusion that appeared on her face. She tilted her head. "I'm sorry... but I reserved this table specially for my son."
"Well, I'm afraid you have to. Your son is disturbing everyone." Everyone? He said that only the customers behind them complained. That was ridiculous.
"Yeah.. no. I'm staying here." [...] stated, her tone matching his stern voice. Her son's gaze dilated from his mother to the manager, a bit puzzled.
"You shouldn't punish everyone because you're a horrible mother."
The manager snapped, making her freeze at the spot. The way he said it was incredibly rude, screw him, but it did hurt her a little.
Right at that moment, the door of the restaurant opened, the figure of Kim Jiwoong emerging from the door and entering the vicinity.
The manager blinked. He didn't know that the owner would be arriving today. He put on a fake ass cheery smile and went to greet the man whom just entered.
"Mr. Kim! We didn't know you'd stop by today..!" He said, extending his hand for a handshake from the owner. Jiwoong offered him a smile, taking his hand and shaking it.
"Yeah. Well, I'm here to celebrate my son's birthday with my wife," said Jiwoong as he let go of the other's hand.
"Oh really? Who might that be?" The manager asked curiously with grin plastered on his face.
"Well she's.. there she is." Jiwoong said as he saw [...] approaching him with their son, but he couldn't miss that blue expression on her face.
His smile was replaced with a frown as he saw her distress.
"Baby, sorry that I arrived late... what's wrong?" Jiwoong asked concerned. Her gaze trailed up to his face, frowning heavily.
As Jiwoong was focused on his wife and her issue, he didn't notice the shocked face on the manager's face. Oh well, he screwed up badly.
"Hold up... the manager what?" Jiwoong asked, his gentle expression replaced with one of frustration, concern for his wife.
"Well... he said, that I was a horrible mother because our son wouldn't stop making too much noise..." She explained, her eyes getting a bit glossy from thinking about it.
Jiwoong turned to face the manager, a firm and furious look in his eyes.
"... How dare you disrespect my wife like that?"
The manager stammered on words, trying to make up an explanation to the furious restaurant owner.
"My.. deepest apologies, Mr. Kim. I didn't know that she and her son associated with you..." "Whether if she's a stranger or not, you have no right to disrespect any of my customers.
And I think it's best for you to leave."
The manager stared at him, wide-eyed and in disbelief.
"Mr. Kim sir... I don't think you understand. It's a mistake to just let me go like that, I love working here, I really do."
"Oh? And I love my wife and son, and I wouldn't want anyone like you to be in the same vicinity within them. Seriously, leave."
Seeing the tone and aggression that had taken over Jiwoong, the manager knew he didn't have much of a choice. With reluctance, he left the through the building with a disappointed glare.
Jiwoong rolled his eyes in annoyance, before he turned back to his wife, his face softening almost immediately.
"Are you okay, sweetheart..?" Jiwoong asked gently, tracing delicate strokes on his wife's cheek.
She took a deep breath, before nodding in response. "It's.. I'm alright. Let's just not worry and focus on celebrating our dear son's birthday."
Jiwoong sighed, seeing the the look of distress on her face as she said so but he wanted to respect her wishes. With a nod, he smiled subtly. "Yeah.. let's go back to the table and order. The quicker we do so,, the quicker he can open his gifts and eat dessert." He said, leading [...] and their son back to the table.
On their drive back home from dinner, Jiwoong glanced at [...] every now and then, taking notice of how stressed she seemed to be. Like she was letting the words get to her and mess with her head.
Jiwoong quickly had their son change into his sleeping wear and tucked him into bed.
He silently closed the door behind him as he left the bedroom, making his way back to [...] who was sitting on the couch of the living room.
"Baby..."
She was reading a novel. When Jiwoong sat next to her, she closed the book and set it aside to have her focus on Jiwoong.
"Hm?" She hummed, tilting her head to the side. Jiwoong smiled gently at his adorable wife, stroking her head in a comforting manner.
"You're not thinking about the jerk's words anymore, are you...?" He asked in a gentle tone. She frowned at the reminder, but she shook her head immediately which made him suspicious.
He let out a sigh. He stopped stroking her hair and instead wrapped his arm around her to draw her closer.
"You know he didn't mean it right...? He just doesn't know how much of an amazing mother you actually are for our son..." he said soothingly to reassure her. Still, she continued to frown and avoided his gaze entirely.
"C'mon... how about we get to our room. I'll make you feel better, I promise." He said to her. [...] didn't say anything in response, but only nodded.
He got up and held her by the arm, and lead her back to their shared bedroom.
Upon entering the bedroom, he gently shut the door behind him, locking it for a bit of privacy.
He let go of his grip on his wife's arm, and slowly laid her on the bed to make sure she was comfortable.
He got on the bed himself, laying atop of [...], making sure he didn't hurt her in any way.
He leaned down, and began peppering her face with kisses, from her forehead, cheek, nose, and everywhere else on her face.
Alas his lips landed on her lips, kissing her gently and soothingly. [...] let out a squeak of surprise, but quickly began kissing him back. His kiss was so warm, it melted her worries away.
The gentle kiss soon turned into a make-out. His hands rested at the sides of her head, as her arms was wrapped around his neck to bring him closer.
During the heated kiss, he began moving one of his hands, stroking her neck, then to her collarbone.
His hand travelled lower and lower, stroking her all over her body the more his hand went down. [...] couldn't miss the fact his hand travelled to underneath her short dress.
His hand were delicately caressing her hip, before it went lower, and it began to stroke her clit, tracing circles around the spot gently. From the touch, she mewled into his mouth.
He chuckled softly as he pulled away from her lips, her hand still caressing the area.
"As I said, I'll make you feel better."
His sneaky little hand had snuck into her panties, his finger circling around her seeping hole. He pushed his index finger in, which made her whine. Her walls were hugging his finger, so soaked and tight.
"Hmm..? Already feeling better from one finger, darling?" He chuckled as his wife replied with her sounds of pleasure.
With that, he pushed another digit in, then another. Her eyes were glistening, back arching as if she would break it.
"Shh, don't cry sweetheart.." His soft gentle tone was making her even more wetter, for whatever reason. His fingers scissored her hole to loosen her tight, clenched walls. He pulled them out, which made her groan from the sudden emptiness.
"Take of your panties for me.." Jiwoong requested. With no hesitation whatsoever, she immediately had her hands at the band of her panties and wiggled herself out of them.
Her pussy was in his view perfectly— all wet just for him. He licked his lip at the heavenly sight.
Jiwoong sat up on the bed on his knees, his hands working on unbuckling his belt, and he slowly pulled his pants off just to tease his love.
When his boxers were off, his cock was on full view. Hard with precum dripping at the tip of his dick.
[...] could practically moan at the sight of her man looking so damn fine, but Jiwoong placed a finger over her lips.
"Don't be so loud, darling.. the kid might hear." He whispered to her, aligning his length to her entrance— and pushing in his thick length. He was just eager to have himself inside of her.
His cock was hitting all the right spots. Despite already prepping her, she was just so tight. His length hit her sweet spot, she couldn practically cry from how good he made her feel.
He rolled his hips against hers to push his cock deeper into her. The girl was practically weeping as her head was arched back from the immense pleasure that was being fed into her pretty pussy. She was wiggling her waist around to get more friction. Jiwoong smiled softly, planting a wet kiss against the crook of her neck.
"I'll do everything to make you feel better, okay darling?"
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