143+144 together if possible? With Donghun please 😊 he's your older sibling's friend maybe?
143 | “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”144 | “Get out of my face before I hit you.”
the summer heat has a way of making your thoughts and actions a bit more jumbled than normal
words: 2,787genre: fluff, au
It seemed as if the sun had just emitted the hottest solar flares of the season with how boiling hot the air was outside. The porch was actually sizzling and the heat alone sent a haze over the top of every surface the rays touched, creating a wobbly screen that was a sign in itself to not go anywhere that wasn’t inside. Well, at least those who didn’t particularly feel like acquiring 3rd degree burns on every inch of their body.
Among those who were smart enough to stay far from the blaze that had taken over the planet beyond the confines of their home, was you, now blissfully sat in front of the air conditioner with your eyes cast on the TV across the room. It was an awfully uncomfortable position and your eyes were squinting at the screen due to the distance between yourself and the box, but there was no way you would be separated from the air sending chills over your skin. There wasn’t a single bead of sweat on you and until the sun decided to disappear over the horizon, it was sure as hell going to stay like that.
Water bottles surrounded your feet, some empty and some half full, but it was the container of ice cream haphazardly balancing on the edge of the small table beside that was truly making this day bearable. While other people may have chose to go run in sprinklers and douse themselves at the local waterpark, namely your brother and some of his friends, the company of Park Hyung Sik was all the people you needed to stay sane.
“If only people like you actually existed,” you pouted at the screen as the two leads teased each other, the scene ending with a soft kiss that had your heart fluttering.
No sooner and the credits began to roll across the TV as the show came to a close with previews of next week playing in the background. You let out a huff as your legs fell from the back of the couch, hand clasping the now empty ice cream container and shaking the spoon inside as you stood to move to the kitchen. It didn’t seem possible, but the second you were further than five feet from the air conditioner it felt as if the room had drastically gone up in temperature.
In an almost quizzical manner, you spun around on your heel to face the machine with the intention of yelling at it, but at the sight of the front door swung wide open, you screeched.
“Are you god damn crazy?” You shouted, tossing the empty container onto the counter as your brother and his friend walked in with a cooler between them. “Shut the door!”
“Oh calm down,” Minhyuk, the aforementioned older brother, scoffed as him and his friend set the cooler down, his foot stretching to kick the door closed. “A little bit of heat isn’t going to melt you.”
The tip of your nose scrunched as you looked at him distastefully while he stuck his tongue childishly back at you. It was a fleeting moment, however, as your eyes were quick to cast onto the lean man beside him who was wiping his hands across his board shorts as if to get rid of any lingering dirt. His smile was small as he looked at you quietly, Minhyuk moving around him to pull the lid from the cooler, but the man let his gaze linger for a moment longer until your brother hit him.
“Aw, ew,” his face twisted as Minhyuk’s hand connected with his calf. “Your hand is sweaty.”
“And? You’re just as gross as I am,” Minhyuk countered with a bewildered look at his friend.
A laugh escaped your lips as the duo bickered, but your mouth no sooner turned downward as their combined disgusting body odor hit your nose and stung your eyes. Your hand clasped over your mouth and nose as you stepped away from them with a whine, complaints no sooner meeting the air as you waved for the pair to leave.
“Please, just go take a shower already, Min,” you groaned from behind the kitchen counter.
“What about him? He smells just as gross.” His brows met as he frowned at you, but with a stern glare and another wave for him to leave, he rolled his eyes and stepped away from the cooler. “Fine, but don’t scare Donghun off like you do with the rest of my friends.”
“I don’t scare you friends off,” you sighed.
“Try telling that to Jooheon and the burn on his cheek which is, oh, courtesy of you.” With that and another appearance of his tongue, he dodged the balled up napkin thrown at him and disappeared down the hall with only the sound of the bathroom door shutting ringing in the air.
A beat of silence fell over the pair of you, Donghun staring precariously at you, and if you didn’t think any better you wouldn’t be surprised if he was thinking of waiting in the car. Yet, he only shuffled awkwardly and shoved his hands in his pockets, eyes casting everywhere but you as he swayed back and forth.
“I know what you’re thinking,” you piped up with a sheepish smile as you leaned forward onto the counter. “And I did not purposely burn Jooheon. He scared me when I was curling my hair and, well, you can piece together what happened with the rest of that story.”
“You hit him with your curling iron?” Donghun’s eyes widened as he spoke.
“No!” You exclaimed and smacked a hand to your forehead. “Well, yes? Look, I can’t control what my body does when I’m surprised.”
“So you don’t have control over yourself?” He rose a brow this time, and much to your own distress, a grin began to peek at the corner of his mouth.
You could only manage a guttural groan and collapse your face into your arms as you folded across the counter and pouted to yourself. Only Minhyuk could convince his friends of something as absurd as intentional burning, and it only made sense that you were on the receiving end of skeptical looks such as the one the man now approaching the counter was giving you.
“I’m just joking with you,” he said with a quiet laugh, hand pressing to the counter as you lifted your head just enough to look at him.
There was a sudden fluttering in your stomach as he took a seat at one of the chairs, the broadness of his shoulders filling his shirt as his forearms came down to rest on the counter before his clasped hands. He was still grinning at you but it was not nearly as malicious as you had thought it to be, and instead he seemed almost endearing despite the teasing. If you hadn’t started to sweat from the heatwave now flourishing through the house, then under Donghun’s gaze you sure as hell would.
“I swear Minhyuk is going to be the literal death of me,” you hummed to yourself as you slowly stood up straight before turning to open the fridge. With a polite smile pressed to your lips, you glanced at the raven-haired man at the counter. “Do you want a glass of water?”
“That’d be great, thank you,” he nodded.
“My name’s y/n by the way. I’m surprised this hasn’t fazed you,” you commented as you placed a cup in front of him before swiftly pouring him and yourself some water.
“I’m Donghun.” He smiled, immediately taking a sip before going on. “Should I be fazed though? He told me you were a little feisty.”
You blanked as the word ‘feisty’ fell from his tongue but a scoff was quick to meet the air as you took your cup into your hand. “I’m not feisty.”
“Could have fooled me.” The glare you sent him made no effect, instead a childish smile playing on the corners of his lips as he diverted his gaze to the side.
His sudden interest in the TV now playing a rerun of your show had you rolling your eyes for the umpteenth time that day, but you made no move to make a retort and settled on carrying yourself back to the chair in front of the air conditioner. The rush of cold air was a welcomed embrace as you propped your legs onto the back of the couch once again, sparing but a single glance at Donghun who had since shifted in his own seat.
“Do you really hate the heat that much?” He queried only to laugh softly as your head nodded near to instantaneously. “I think you would have had a lot of fun at the waterpark today.”
“More like I would have burned,” you frowned, glancing him over and noticing the red tint to his arms. “Speaking of, it looks like you did. Did you even apply sunscreen?”
He wasn’t listening though, his eyes having lingered onto his arms until he was pouting and pressing a finger to the red, his skin returning to its color before bouncing back to the rosy blush. It was almost pathetically adorable to watch him sadly realize that he ruined at least a week of summer that was sure to be nothing but pain filled.
“How did you not feel that?” You asked, holding back a smile.
His shoulders rose in a shrug as he brought his attention back to you with a disgruntled downturn of his lips. “I was having too good of a time.”
“Not so much anymore, huh?” The purse of your lips didn’t go unnoticed to him but the flicker of your gaze did as you pulled yourself from your chair and walked toward him.
He froze as your fingers lightly grabbed his wrist, turning his arm from side to side as if inspecting the damage the sun had done to him, then with a soft laugh, you turned and disappeared down the hallway. His eyes watched you as a door was pulled open and your body became hidden behind it, the sound of bottles clanking together echoing to his ears until the door was kicked shut and you came waltzing back toward him.
There was a blue bottle of aloe in one hand and a plush towel in another, which you swiftly set down on the counter before flicking the aloe cap open and glopping it into your hand. His mouth bobbed open in protest, but you were already gently running your hand across his arm, sending cold shivers down his spine.
“You know, I could have done this myself,” he mumbled at the sudden intimacy of your situation. His cheeks were flushed pink and his head turned away from you to hide the embarrassment that was his own enjoyment of you caring for him.
“Yeah, but it’s always nicer when someone else does it,” you hummed, glancing at him and smiling. “Plus, this way I can hold you hostage to how cold I know this is on your skin.”
“What? Hey!” He exclaimed, moving to swat your hand away at your intended torture. However, it was more of a trap to be in your presence than the cold, which had honestly felt amazing the second your hand made contact with his boiling skin.
Nonetheless, he pushed himself up from the chair and attempted to move away from you but the slick grip you had on his arm made him whine in pain. His tactic quickly shifted and without a second to spare he was walking you back until you were caged behind the couch, back arched away from him but hand still locked on his arm.
“Let me go,” he deadpanned, but wiggled his arm like a child, pulling a giggle from you as you shook your head and leaned further away. “Y/N, you’re hurting me!”
“Oh hush up, you big baby,” you laughed and used your other hand to push at his chest so you could stand up straight. But he wouldn’t budge, brows tucked together as he frowned at you in slimming patience for his arm to be released. Upon another shove at his chest, he only leaned in closer with another stern glare on his face, as if his body being so close was supposed to be commanding, yet it only made you increasingly flustered.
“All you have to do is let me go.” His facade broke again to reveal a pout and feeble plead for help, showing off just how soft and sweet this boy really was. And yet he still only inched closer, free hand now gripping onto the back of the couch to keep his body from pressing to yours but the heat from not just him but his sunburn was bringing an uncomfortable warmth to your body.
“Get out of my face before I hit you,” you warned, tilting your head to the side to glance at the bright red coating his free arm. “I’ll do it.”
“No you wouldn’t,” he countered, but there was a weary, unbelieving look in his eyes.
In a slow move, you leant yourself closer to him, in turn making him back away, a grin on your face as you were now only inches from his face. “Try me, Donghun.”
Time stilled as his breath fanned over your face and your grin faded with each glance his eyes took over your features, studying the details and unconsciously moving closer. The curl of your fingers loosened from his arm, a hand coming between the pair of you to press gently against his chest but the distance between you only lessened. You could almost feel the soft pillow of his top lip on your own and all it would take was a single sway toward him to let yourself indulge in him completely, but the moment shattered with the sound of a door swinging in the hall.
The two of you jumped from each other as Minhyuk clambered out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and his eyes latched onto his phone. “Hey, Hun, there’s a party at Jennie’s tonight if you want to go?”
However, the second he looked up a subtle sense of confusion fell over him at the sight of both your heaving chests and the wide-eyed look you were giving him. His mouth opened to comment, but Donghun swiftly beat him to it. “Sounds good, let me go to the bathroom and we can go.”
“Don’t you want to take a shower too? You smell like shit,” Minhyuk commented as Donghun rushed past him and further from you.
“Oh, um,” he paused at the bathroom door, hand clasped around the frame as he stared at your brother, eyes momentarily casting toward you. “I’ll take one at my house. I need to change my clothes anyways.”
“Whatever you say,” Minhyuk waved his hand absently, collapsing onto the couch and returning his attention to his phone.
The bathroom door shut and a breath you had been holding in slipped past your lips. In a rush, you pushed yourself from the couch and made your way down the hallway with the full intention of locking yourself in your room until the boys left.
Your heart was still beating erratically at the mere thought of what you had almost done with Minhyuk’s friend, something that was by all standards wrong. He was a stranger to you, someone you had only met maybe fifteen minutes ago and yet you had almost let yourself kiss. At this point you were beginning to mumble under your breath, gaze cast at the floor while you lost yourself to the fantasy of what could have happened.
As you walked by the bathroom door, you failed to notice the crack of it and how it widened with your passing until it was open just enough for an arm to catch yours. In an instant, you were tugged to your side until you collided with Donghun who didn’t waste a second to cradle your head in his hands and press his lips to yours.
All of your thoughts fell from you as your body reacted to his, hands winding around his neck and pulling him closer as you kissed him back in a short-lived fever. He pulled away from you with one last short peck, hand retreating back to his sides as he bit at the pink of his bottom lip. Although this time his eyes remained on you in a way that sent a blush over your cheeks and pulled a smile to your lips that matched his own.
“I would have regretted not doing that.”
