DMs During A Cruise Is Always The Best

DMs during a cruise is always the best🤭

MY RIDE OR DIE – l.hc

pairing: brother’s best friend!haechan x f!reader

genre: brother’s best friend au, neighbors au, one-sided enemies to lovers, fluff

warnings: gentleman haechan, best brother jaemin, swearing, some flirting/teasing, mentions of renjun, one mention of mark and jeno, there’s probably more but idk

wc: 5.5k

a/n: for my favorite kylie replica and yy stalker @yyx2 *insert pleading eyes emoji* ily lots u evil little monster that u are <3

synopsis: hyuck is your brother’s best friend since your family moved next to his house when you were little kids. however, as much as your brother wants you to get along with his friends, you just can’t seem to stand his closest friend, the oh so confident and popular haechan. but when you get stood up on a date with no money left and rain pouring from the sky, haechan seems to be the only option left.

your brother has always been very protective of you. his big-brother act started in middle school when one of his classmates pushed you to the floor as you were watching jaemin score. he immediately let go of the soccer ball and ran towards you, his victory long forgotten. you still remember clearly how the mean boy fell to the ground after your brother landed his first ever punch. you had never been prouder of having him as your older brother, even if he looked ridiculous washing the dishes as punishment. 

over the years, jaemin grew even more protective, only trusting his friends around you and scaring all the boys away. most of the time, it would end with you scolding him for doing so, your brother trying to defend himself and your mother calling you for dinner to stop your guys’ bickering. when you look back at it, you know you can never stay mad at jaemin for too long. 

when he first introduced you to his friend group, you were nervous. obviously, meeting a bunch of tall teens is intimidating. but as they made lots of efforts to include you and be as nice as possible to you, you soon felt at ease around them. 

well, not around all of them.

hyuck, also known around school as haechan, has been your brother’s best friend since your family moved in next to his when you were little kids. the two of them immediately bonded and soon became the little troublemakers of the neighborhood, with haechan leading the way. 

it’s been more than ten years but the two are still as inseparable as before. only difference is that your brother has given you a permanent spot, turning the duo into a trio to accommodate you.

you wished that you and haechan could get along, you really did. but it’s just impossible, and you have given up on trying to explain as to why to your brother. how can you ever appreciate someone, that in your eyes, is someone so self-indulgent and self-centered that you could throw up from the thought only? 

you know that it upsets jaemin, knowing that his little sister, the most important person in his life, and his best friend, the second most important person, don’t get along. you feel bad, that’s for sure, but faking liking haechan is not going to work. 

you wonder how other people do it. do they see haechan in a different light? in a different way than you do? 

even if you have explained numerous times to jaemin why you aren’t fond of haechan at all, he just doesn’t seem to want to accept it. you understand him, you would be confused too if you were him. because haechan is actually loved by many, may it be classmates or neighbors. 

people seem to love haechan and it infuriates you. not because he doesn’t deserve it but because you wished you liked him too. 

maybe that’s why you’ve decided to make some effort, to try and get to know him better in an attempt to befriend him. you really wished life was simpler. 

hating haechan hasn’t always been easy. you yourself hated it. 

the hatred you hold for him started a few years back after middle school. high school arrived and haechan grew a lot. the latter changed his hair and even his style. you never knew why he did it but suddenly your brother followed, buying the same brand of shoes as his best friend. in less than a few weeks after the summer holidays, jaemin and his friend group were named the cool kids. lucky you for being the little sister of one of the members. 

it felt weird. the sudden change made you feel uneasy. that was probably why you never bothered to even think nicely of haechan, because in your eyes, he had changed your brother.

it wasn’t even long before you realized that even though jaemin had physically changed, he was still your brother, the one who teased you for hours on about a bad grade but comforted you when he went a little too far and made you tear up. you realize now how stupid it is to hate someone for something that wasn’t even their fault. 

but you were a stubborn child and thus, continued to hate haechan. 

highschool was difficult for you. you had a hard time making friends and when you did, many of them let you go when they realized you wouldn’t be helpful in getting closer to your brother. what’s more, people didn’t like you for not liking haechan. 

they never really tried to understand you or hear you out. you’ve lost many friends because of this. 

but surprisingly, haechan never let you go or walked away. he always stayed, even if your death stares made him uncomfortable. you know you should thank him for that but your pride never lets you do so. 

if you were really honest, you had hoped haechan had given up. because not only is the boy nice to you despite knowing of your hatred towards him, he also tries to make you like him. 

he was the one who held your hand minutes before you had to take a huge exam, he was the one who rushed to your side when you broke your leg at volleyball practice and your brother was in class but most importantly, he’s the one your brother trusts the most in taking care of you when he’s not around. 

upon entering university, you had asked your brother for a bit more space and freedom. you loved him to death but you knew that if he continued treating you like a child, you would never be able to become more independent. 

so, even if he didn’t like it, he agreed with a forced smile. 

jaemin had kept his promise and for the first time since you were born, you were able to accept someone’s date request. you shared a few classes with the boy in question and were pretty excited that he had asked you out. 

jaemin was pretty relieved to see you walking around the house with a smile and sparkly eyes, giggling in excitement.

when the day of your rendez-vous finally arrived, jaemin dropped you off at the diner your date had requested to meet before speeding off to an important class of his. the diner, which had a lovely atmosphere to it, was almost empty. it was in the middle of the day so most people were busy with school or work, unlike you who had a free afternoon that day. 

nervously, you glanced at your phone. you had agreed to meet at three pm and you were exactly two minutes early.

the first ten minutes, you kept looking at your phone in hopes to find a message of your date stating that he would be late but nothing. after another ten minutes, you decided to wait inside and order something to drink, looking around for a few seconds before sitting at one of the booths next to the window and close to the door. 

fifteen minutes passed and you finished your drink, the empty glass now sitting sadly on the table. it was a great drink by the way, worth the price. 

when the clock hits four pm, you had finally convinced yourself that your date wouldn’t show up. it hurt but it was the harsh truth. 

without losing another second, you called jaemin. 

and when he did finally pick up after the third ring, your shaky voice surprised him. 

“nana, can you please pick me up?” 

you almost never call jaemin by the nickname haechan gave him, but when you do, it’s either because you want something from him or there’s something wrong and he’s pretty sure that right now, it’s not the first option. 

you can hear him sigh through the phone and you imagine him rubbing his head and closing his eyes in frustration, already preparing yourself for what he has to say. 

“i am so sorry yn, but i can’t leave right now.” jaemin sounds so apologetic and guilt starts to creep up as you can make out a voice in the background that ushers jaemin to hurry up. before you can hang up, he speaks up again, “listen, don’t worry okay? i will call someone to pick you up, trust me.” 

you nod before realizing that he can’t see you, clearing your throat “thank you nana.” 

with a quick hum and goodbye, he hangs up and you slowly lower your phone, stuffing your hands in your pocket while you wait patiently in the cold. 

when you see a couple enter the dinner behind you, the two of them giggling and holding onto each other, you understand why you longed for love all these years. but as your eyes catches sight of the kids running out of the nearby school and your ears ring due to the bell, indicating that it’s four thirty pm, you also understand why your brother wasn’t fond of letting you go on a date with your classmate. 

you should have probably listened to his friend renjun’s warnings. renjun used to be part of the newspaper club in highschool and was known around multiple schools because of his connections. when your brother had invited his friends over not even two weeks ago, the younger man had mentioned your date’s habit of fooling girls when he was in highschool. you didn’t think it was still a habit of his. 

you groan in frustration, you should have really taken all his warnings seriously. 

deep down, you know that not even your brother could have changed your mind. you’re known to be stubborn and you wanted to prove him wrong, which inevitably didn’t work out now. 

looking at your feet tiredly, you let out a deep sigh, clearly done with today. you had preferred the guy being a total asshole during the date over being stood up, but it’s not like you can do anything against it. 

maybe you should have accepted jaemin’s proposal in setting you up with one of his friends. no, he would have tried to set you up with haechan. haechan this and haechan that –over the years, that’s the only thing you’ve heard jaemin say. like you said earlier, haechan is the person your brother trusts the most regarding you. 

which is exactly why haechan’s car is the one entering the restaurant’s parking lot and not any of jaemin’s other friends’.

you could recognize his car from miles away. it was his mom’s but when haechan graduated from highschool and finally got his driver’s license, she had proudly gifted him the keys to his now old but impeccable vehicule. if you said that haechan loved his car, that would be an understatement. 

it used to be an old crappy gray-colored thing but haechan restored it with all the money he got from his summer job during his first year of college. 

when he finally parked his precious baby in front of you, you wrapped your jacket tightly around your body. when you were about to open the door to the passenger’s seat, it inched open and haechan’s body was hunched over the console, arm stretched out to hold the door open for you. you hesitated upon seeing him this close and when he realized, he backed away, clearing his throat while one of his hands found the steering wheel.

‘step in.”

you opened the car door wider, holding onto it as to not slip due to the wet sidewalk. the warmth of haechan’s car finally hit you when you landed in your seat, the door falling close next to you. you sighed in delight, rubbing the palm of your hands against your bare thighs in an attempt to warm them up a bit. 

haechan looked at you, observing your wet hair and the way your lips trembled, body shivering. he turned around, stretching his arm out towards the backseat to retrieve a zip-up hoodie.  

he throws the clothing gently in your lap, pulling at one of its sleeves to cover the side of your left thigh more. he doesn’t spare you a glance and starts the car, the engine roaring. you look down at the hoodie in your lap, hands fiddling with the strings when you recognize the zip-up hoodie as the one you had gifted him for his 18th birthday on your mom’s request. 

it’s all worn out now. the colors have faded and you can barely make out the designs on the back and sleeves. hundred twenty bucks went into that hoodie but you faintly smile when you realize that haechan probably wore it a lot for it to be so beaten up. 

when you finally lift your head for the first time since haechan picked you up, your brows furrow at the sight of the dashboard. it used to be grey-colored, just like the outside of his car but now, it’s a black matte color, contradicting the beige leather seats in a fashionable way. you lean forward a bit, brushing your hand over the dashboard in front of you when haechan speaks up. 

“i changed it a few months ago. the grey just wasn't doing it anymore.” 

you nod, sitting back in your seat comfortably. the last time you had seen haechan’s car was when he dropped your brother off after a party last summer. the only thing you had told him when he helped you drag jaemin up to his room was that he should change the dashboard color, as it didn’t match with the new red exterior of his car. you could think he took your suggestion seriously. 

it was silent for most of the ride, the music from his spotify playlist making it slightly less awkward. you could see by the way his fingers tapped against the steering wheel that he wanted to say something but he kept his mouth shut, tongue wetting his dry lips. 

the rain only started pouring more and more, aggressively hitting the windshield. 

when one of your favorite songs came on, you hesitated a few seconds before reaching your hand out to increase the volume. you didn’t expect haechan to have the same idea as you.  

his hand bumped against yours and he quickly backed away as if the feeling of your skin against his had burned him. it stung a bit, that’s for sure, but you found it even sadder that he had to act like that because of your past behavior and actions. 

he opened his mouth to apologize but you interrupted him, “it’s okay. i’m sorry, i should have asked first.” 

he looked at you when you spoke before concentrating on the road in front of him, clearing his throat and nodding slowly. 

it was dead silent once again. why did the diner have to be so goddam far away. 

haechan clears his throat again and you remember he does that often when he’s nervous. he wipes his hand on his thigh, rubbing his palm on the soft material of his sweatpants. with a deep breath, you divert your eyes and focus on the road. haechan is wearing grey sweatpants for god’s sake.

he takes a turn left and suddenly lowers the volume of the radio, “so, is everything okay?”. you look him in the eyes quickly, surprised at his question. he can sense your confusion and continues, “i heard that you got stood up.” 

well, that surely was very direct. 

you don’t know why but your eyes fill with tears. you got stood up, that’s nothing new but someone else saying it hurts you much more than when you did. maybe it’s the fact that you had to wait alone for more than an hour, maybe it’s the fact that you were really excited for today or maybe it’s the way haechan says it, but it finally dawns on you. 

you got stood up. on your first ever date too!

you let out a loud whimper at the realization, covering your mouth with your hand as you burst into tears. you cry in front of someone who isn’t your mom or jaemin and the thought makes you feel even more pathetic as you sob louder than the rain. 

haechan is terrified. it’s not the first time a girl cried in front of him, he has a younger sister and he was and still is quite popular in school. but it is the first time he’s ever seen you cry. the saddest he’s ever seen you was when you had to stop playing volleyball due to your leg injury but even then you didn’t cry. 

he has absolutely no idea what he needs to do. he can’t call jaemin because the latter is busy with school and he doesn’t know how to comfort you without making you uncomfortable. his mom had always told him to be nice to you and do his best to take care of you with jaemin but never in a million years had she told him what he should do when your best friend's little sister is crying her eyes out in your car. 

with wide eyes and hurried movements he drives to the nearest parking lot. he turns his body towards you once he’s parked and he swears under his breath. his mom –and jaemin– would never forgive him if he just let you like this. he closes his eyes for a maximum of two seconds and he can already hear his mom –accompanied by his dear best friend– yell obscenities at him for leaving you like this. 

no way he can drop you off at home with teary and puffy eyes and a red nose from crying.

without thinking, haechan unbuckles his seatbelt and throws the door open, getting a free shower the moment he steps outside of his car. he rushes to your side of the car, almost slipping due to the slippery ground, before grabbing the door handle and throwing it open too. 

haechan wastes no time in taking your wrists in his hands, pulling you up and out of your seat. everything goes too fast for you to acknowledge what’s happening but you whine when the rain hits your uncovered arms. 

before you can even protest, haechan wraps his arms around you, shielding you the best he can from the cold rain. 

he holds you close to his chest, one hand on the back of your head so that your face is hidden in his sweater, cheek squished against his collarbone. his other hand is gripped on your top by your side, his arm wrapped tightly around your body. 

he shushes your cries and pats your head softly, his tight embrace calming you down slowly. you close your eyes and let yourself be comforted by haechan. he sways your bodies from side to side a bit, still holding you close to his body. 

he doesn’t say anything but the comfort he provides you shocks you. he doesn’t let go of you, even when your clothes get soaked and your hair is stuck to your forehead. 

you don’t know how long you two stand there in the rain but in the end you barely even register the raindrops hitting your skin. 

it’s haechan’s shivering body that pulls you out of your reverie, teeth clattering. after letting out a deep sigh, he lets go of you but his hands find their way on your shoulders. he squeezes them softly before hugging you one more time. 

when he pulls away, he leans down to be at your height, faces inches away from each other. his hand, however, doesn’t leave your arm, thumb rubbing circles on your skin, “i’m sorry. i should have been more considerate.” 

you put your hands up quickly, trying to wipe away the leftover tears, “no, no, it’s okay! i overreacted.” you try to smile a bit but it doesn’t look sincere so you opt for looking at the ground again, hands together behind your back. 

haechan’s eyebrows furrow, “what do you mean you overreacted? you have every right to be upset. he gave you hope and then stood you up like some typical american movie’s douchebag.” 

you snort at his comment, hand covering your mouth when you see haechan’s face. 

placing his hands on his hips, he suddenly asks, once again leaning forward. “what? why are you laughing?”

you giggle once more, “it’s just–” you can’t help but let out a laugh, head tilting forward and hitting his chest softly. haechan’s eyes soften at this. “it’s just that you look really angry right now. that’s all.”

you can sense haechan freezing up beneath you and you quickly lift your head off his chest, taking a step back to get out of his personal space. you don’t see it but haechan’s cheeks turn a bright red, the tip of his ears joining too. he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, the silence suddenly very awkward. 

haechan doesn’t really know why he got so pissed but he convinces himself that it’s because you’re his best friend’s little sister. and nobody can mess with jaemin’s loved ones. 

“hey, uhm should we, you know–” haechan points at the car and you eagerly nod. in an instant, he holds the car door open and you look at him. has he always been this pretty?

you shake your head to get rid of the thought and jump in your seat. haechan closes behind you and dashes to the other side before getting inside. he hurriedly increases the heater, fiddling with all the little buttons and controls on the dashboard. before you know it, warmth spreads through the car and you let your head fall back on the headrest. 

you can hear haechan shuffling next to you but don’t bother opening your eyes until he calls you name, handing you a small white towel. you take hold of it and dry your hair the best you can with it, glancing at haechan from time to time. he’s aggressively drying his hair, rubbing his towel over his whole head and swiping it across his neck. when he’s done, he puts the towel around his neck and turns to you. 

“you okay?”

you nod, mindlessly drying your hair when he suddenly leans forward. you try to protest but haechan is faster, grabbing the zip-up hoodie that is laying on the ground and at your feet, his face almost touching your knee. he again turns to you with the clothing in hand and drapes it over your thighs, covering your lap with it like before. 

he mutters a small “here you go” and settles back in his seat, leaving you dumbfounded. when you think you have finally gotten over his recent action and the shock that came along, you can see haechan removing his soaked hoodie from the corner of your eye. 

your eyes widen and you look away, closing your eyes shut and facing the window. when you open them slowly, you can see his half-shirtless reflection in the window as he’s putting his t-shirt back on correctly. 

when jaemin said he and haechan often went to the gym, he certainly didn’t lie. 

one hand on the steering and the other one laid out on the console in between you two, haechan begins to drive, getting closer to your home with each second that passes. 

when you finally arrive at your neighborhood and you can see your house from afar, you clap your hands together in exhilaration. haechan lets out a chuckle at that before he slows down, driving towards your two houses. 

“hey,” he taps the steering wheel with his fingers, biting his lip, “why didn’t you just go on a date with any of us?” 

you keep looking in front of you as you see your two houses getting bigger and bigger the closer you get. you don’t have to think about his question a lot, he rapidly figured that the main reason why you had accepted to go on a date today was to annoy jaemin. 

“because then nana would just continue treating me like a child.” haechan smiles at the nickname, content to hear you using something he invented.”plus, i don’t think any of you would have accepted going on a date with me.” 

haechan looks offended and you stare at him as he gasps in disbelief, “you really think that?”. you don’t answer him and he continues, “you really think nobody would accept to go on a date with you?” 

you cross your arms at his tone, “well, nobody has ever shown interest in me. i would have known if someone did.” you side-eye him, huffing in annoyance.

now, haechan looks even more offended and he begins to stutter, stumbling over his words.”that is not true.” he manages to say, insisting on the ‘not’, clearly showing his disapproval. “i know someone– this guy, who, uhm who would have liked to– to go on a date with you.”

you tilt your head to ask him who but he lifts his hands in the air, “i can’t– i can’t say. that would be like breaking the, uhm, the bro code, you know?”

you huff, holding his zip-up hoodie in your hands, “if none of you can tell me, then how could i have gone on a date with him?”. you get out of the car when you realize you have been parked in front of his house for the past five minutes. 

he gets out just after you, contourning the car and walking you to your house. “well, i’m– i’m sure the guy has shown– or tried to show his, uhm, interest in you.” his answer sounds more like a question and you can’t help but let out a little chuckle. 

with the way haechan is behaving –and looking at you–, you hope he’s the guy in question. 

when you step onto the driveaway of your house, you turn to him, his hoodie now hanging on your shoulders. “who do you think would suit me huh? mark? maybe renjun or jeno?” you can see the way haechan tries to divert his eyes from you, cheeks flushing a light red when the post lamp flickers above you.

you look up at him, smiling softly, “perhaps, you?”

that quickly catches his attention, “what?”

you grab his t-shirt, holding onto the fabric tightly, “hyuck,” you never used that nickname before and it greatly shocks haechan. “are you interested in me?”

haechan is speechless. he never thought those words would come out of your mouth, ever. he can barely register what is happening, uttering a small “what?”. it’s like he lost the majority of his vocabulary. 

you repeat the question and this time haechan manages to answer. “i think– i think you’re interesting, yeah?” 

you pat his chest, ”you know that is not what i meant, but it’s okay.” 

you don’t know how you still manage to keep your knees stable because you are literally trembling from the nerves. you’re fiddling with your fingers, looking at your shoes multiple times during the conversation. you glance at your house, making sure that he doesn’t see it. you’re around ten feet away from the door so you take a few steps back, haechan following you close behind. 

you’re suddenly shy when you notice how he is leaning over you, pretty eyes looking at you and waiting for you to speak up. 

you bring a thumb up and point at the door behind you, “i should get in.”

“yeah, you should.” his answer is simple and doesn’t add anything important to the conversation but his voice is so smooth that your mind goes blank. you probably look like a fool right now. 

when haechan notices your nervous stance, his confidence comes back and he smirks, hands stuffed in his pockets. you’re about to head in, fumbling with the keys a bit before you manage to find the right one and unlock the door, but haechan has another idea. he slowly and gently grabs your wrist when you’re in the doorway and pulls you back on the doorstep. 

he’s leaning against the wall next to you, arm pressed against the door and he’s unnecessarily close to you, not that you mind. he grins down at you, “didn’t you forget something?” he arches an eyebrow and his tongue comes out to wet his lower lip. “is that how you treat someone who helped you?” 

you blush, eyes widening in embarrassment. you quickly apologize and start thanking him for the ride but he stops you again. “is that all? we both know you can do better.” 

you gulp as his eyes bore into yours. with a sharp inhale, you nod. you don’t want to let him win, he’s never going to let that down if you do. 

so with all the courage left in you, you stand on your tip-toes and kiss his cheek, taking him by surprise. your lips hover over his skin for a moment before you pull away, not without whispering a last “thank you” right next to his ear. 

he certainly didn’t expect that. 

in less than ten seconds, you’ve waved him goodbye and entered your house, shutting the door behind you with a loud thud. 

you’re bold, haechan thinks. and that definitely doesn’t help his crush on you to fade away. 

with one last look at the door, he stuffs his hands in his pockets and leaves your doorstep with a smile, walking back to the comfort of his own home. 

it’s around eight pm when jaemin finally comes back home, the older boy discarding his jacket and shoes in the entry hall, pushing his sneakers in between two pairs of yours carelessly. 

you sit up from the couch the moment you hear his footsteps, turning towards him and immediately forgetting about the show playing on the screen behind you. 

jaemin can sense you looking at him as he puts his bag down on the counter. he had been worried all day and hadn’t been able to concentrate on his class at all but when he turns to you, he’s confused. leaning back against the kitchen counter, he crosses his arms and inspects your face. you’re looking at him with puppy eyes and he doesn’t understand why, it annoys him a bit if he has to be honest. 

pointing his chin at you, he breaks the silence. “why are you looking at me like that? you want something?” 

he knows that your date didn’t show up, that was made clear by how distressed you were over call. but he doesn’t understand why you’re not surrounded by tissues and sitting on the couch with blankets and ice-cream.

when he sees you shuffling on the couch and hesitating, he grows even more curious and suspicious. gone is the annoyance as he makes his way over to you. this time, his voice is much more gentle, “did something happen with hyuck?”

you quickly shake your head and he lets out a relieved sigh. he wouldn’t want to beat up his best friend. 

“actually, i was wondering something.” your voice is small, as if you are anxious or embarrassed to tell him. he replies with a quick nod and you continue. “do you still want to set me up with one of your friends?” 

he grows quiet at your question before a large smile makes its way on his face. wow, did he hear that right? 

he hops over the couch, landing next to you and grinning from ear to ear. “why do you ask?”

you groan at his teasing, falling back onto the pile of cushions and blankets. “just answer the damn question jaemin.” 

he lifts his hands up and you smile when you realize that both he and haechan have the same gestures, probably due to all the years of being glued to each other like some blood suckers.

jaemin pushes his head into the comfortable cushion of the couch, his words coming out muffled. “one specific and very close –in every sense of the word– friend. yeah.”

your cheeks turn bright red and you hide your face in the blanket next to you, too embarrassed to look your brother in the eyes. “does the offer still stand?” you meekly ask him.

you swear you have never seen jaemin so happy in his life before. he claps his hands loudly, pumping his fist in the air and standing up from the couch with a jump. he points at you and beams, almost jumping up and down in excitement. “oh, this is my time to shine!”

you can only whine in protest when he launches towards the hallway, leaping the stairs and giggling all the way to his room. 

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“When did you get here?” you murmured, Seul still staring intently at the man before her, and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t so tense.

“Last night,” he answered, his gaze still searching your eyes, making you avert your gaze as he continued, “it was supposed to be a surprise.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, “you know Seul doesn’t know when you’re gonna come back either way, righ—”

“Not for Seul,” your eyes widened at his implication, “I know she wouldn’t realise. I wanted to surprise you.”

You poked your tongue in your cheek, Seul reaching her hands behind her and trying to grasp at your shirt, giggling when you’d moved out of her reach to tease her.

“Well, consider yourself successful,” you huffed, going back to the mop trolley, hearing Donghyuck clear his throat.

“Anyway, we’re closed, I just forgot to put the sign up.”

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⌗ to the girl i love most ɞ park jisung

“here’s a toast to the girl i love most in the whole world, y/n”

featuring: dreamies (jaemin, chenle, jeno, jaemin) pairing: park jisung x fem!reader — oneshot, fluff, non-idol!verse, boyfriend!au, wc: 1.041 on rotation: by my side by honne

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“so when are you going to show us the infamous y/n?” chenle brings up suddenly interrupting jisungs talks of you mid sentence.

his reaction is the usual when his friends being this up, like he’s frozen in time— mouth hung open with redden cheeks.

“yeah! you drone about her all the time, sung we wanna see the girl who stole your heart!” haechan adds, a light teasing tone coating his last words.

to put it simply as much as the guys love hearing jisung talk his heart out about you, they want to see the person that’s made jisung like a love sick puppy for the last three months. they’re more than ecstatic that he’s found someone of his own.

“i’m sure he’ll introduce us when he’s ready, right sung?” jeno nods at him— reassuringly, making jisung mirror the gesture billions of thoughts going through his mind.

when he’s ready.

“i’m not ready at all!” jisung yelps in despair shoving his face into your pillow which smells of your coconut shampoo.

you’re sat next to him, silently giggling at his distres “you don’t have to rush into introducing me to your friends, when you feel it’s the right time then i would love to meet your friends! who you talk about all the time too.” emphasizing the last part of your sentence because he talks about his friends so much to you like he does talking about you to his friends.

when you first began dating jisung wanted to wait before introducing you to his friends. since he didn’t want to spare the endless teasing he’d have to face.

his silent rule was broken when one day he just started talking about you, words leaving his lips like a waterfall, his initial reaction was somewhat dramatic. slapping his hand over his face before passing out. yeah, the boys were more shocked about him passing out than him having a girlfriend— appropriately so.

when he came to, he didn’t have any recollection of that happened before so the guys silently made a silent truce not to not to tell him what had happened moments before but history repeats itself and jisung found himself doing the same thing. this time the boys were quick to reassure jisung as soon as they saw his face turn red— even haechan, tones down his teasing nature towards the younger.

so from that day jisung had continued his scheduled rants about you that lasted for a good five minutes every-time they hung out, mutually his friends somewhat looked forward to his rants about you, though at times it felt like he was rubbing it in their faces, they’ve never seen jisung like this and it was the most endearing.

you were right, he would introduce when the time is right. which brings you here— you and jisung sitting in his car. you, staring worriedly at your boyfriend who’s repeatedly bumping his head into the steering wheel— which he’s been doing for the past two minutes.

“baby. if you don’t wanna do this today we can reschedule. i’m sure the guys won’t mind”

you voice softly to your lover who stays consistent with his head bumping. you’ve said that phrase at least three times already, rephrasing everytime.

you’ve never seen jisung this nervous. he wasn’t even this nervous when he asked you out. you continue watching jisung for a moment longer all while wincing silently at how tender his skin must feel now so you lay your hand between your lovers forehead and the steering wheel before he could hurt himself more “why are you dating a loser like me y/n?”

you’re immediately are taken aback by his comment, the weight of his head leaning against your hand brings you out of the reverie you didn’t realize you were having.

“loser like you? park jisung you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” you look at your lover like he’s said the most offensive thing, voice aspirated.

“i know your friends mean so much to you and you want them to like me and you might be scared that they’ll disapprove of me. but i’m pretty sure they know everything about me and just want to put a face on who’s making you so happy, jisung i don’t want you to ever doubt yourself on something so trivial, i hope you realize you’re much more than you think you are! i love you with all my heart park jisung but if you don’t get out of this car right now i’m breaking up with you.”

sentences of words spew out of you eyeing your lover closely awaiting his reaction, your breathing is uneven and your arm feels strained from holding it out for so long “say it again.” jisungs voice is above whisper making it almost impossible to hear him so you ask him to repeat himself, this time he says it louder. you face flushes as you recall the words.

i love you with my whole heart park jisung.

he turns to look at you with doe eye, wide with adoration and a glint of mischief. his cheeks are a sweet pink as he leans closer “say it again.”

your complexion mirrors his as you shy away from the close proximity “don’t get so cocky now park jisung.” his lips tilt in a small smirk.

“you’re cute when you get shy.” he chuckles leaning to kiss your lips, jisungs flipped like a switch, new found confidence in knowing that you love him. the cute moment is ruined though and loud tapping at his window makes you two jump. whipping your heads to the culprit.

there stands chenle in front, a shit-eating grin on his face with jeno and haechan behind him.

“ah! jisung stop making out with your girlfriend and let us meet her~~” your boyfriend lets out an embarrassed whine, opening his door. the boys surround him with glee as they endearingly tease him about you, soon shoving them aside so he can open your door. to which the boys fawn in return, loud ooos as jisung hides his face in the crook of your neck when you’re finally out of the car.

what a great start to the best night of your lives.

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⌗ i’d always wait for you ɞ johnny suh

pairing: johnny suh x fem!reader. — oneshot, fluff, comfort, husband!johnny, domestic!au, johnny being a sweetie wc: 0.691 now playing: j’s lullaby by denaney

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“when do you think mommy’s gonna be home, hm?” johnny quietly inquires to your puppy, latte. gently patting her back while she lays comfortably on his lap. latte shifts looking up at johnny with raised brows, tilting her head at the sound of your tittle around the house. johnny chuckles scratching behind her ears.

a few hours ago johnny had came back from work. took a small nap, made a small dinner for the two of you, took latte on a walk and finally got ready for bed. during that time he got a message from you telling him you’d be working late due to some complications in some documents that make johnny’s head hurt to even think about. it’s now around midnight and you still haven’t gotten home, there wasn’t any other updates from you after you sent that message with was around seven.

worry bubbles in johnny’s chest as time goes by, it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you came home late, johnny’s gotten so used to sleeping in bed with you that he can’t sleep without you. hence why he’s currently staying up so late, it doesn’t matter how long he has to wait or how tired he feels after work. he wants to be there when you get home. make sure you come home safe and sound. this became a sort of routine between the two of you, though you always tell johnny there’s no need for him to stay up, knowing he has work in the morning– johnny is as stubborn as a bull, you don’t know the exact reason as to why he waits for you to come home. all you know is that he wants to make sure you come home safe and that keeps you content. johnny is also shy to tell you the exact reason so to keep himself from embarrassment he’ll be keeping the real reason to himself.

johnny reads in the lounge, one hand occupied by his book and the other mindlessly petting latte. one of johnny’s favorite ways to pass time while waiting for you. after a while johnny gets bored of his book and moves to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, latte following behind him. the loud tapping of her paws resonating throughout your apartment. as he pours hot water into his mug he hears the sound of the door rattling. you’re home. hurriedly johnny dips his tea bag into the mug before plucking latte in his arms before she can get to the door before him– meaning she gets to see you first, not on his watch though. with latte safe in his arms, johnny jogs his way to the main entrance, jumping on his toes like a little child. he’s just excited you’re home.

a beeping noise emits from the door and soon reveals you in your full glory, beautiful as ever. latte yips at your arrival as a wide smile grows on johnny’s face “welcome home.” he welcomes in a gentle tone. the sound of his voice makes you heart warm, a voice you’ve been yearning to hear this whole day.

“stayed up again?” you implore, pulling off your shoes before walking into the threshold. approaching your lover.

“actually i was catching up on my book, ended up losing track of time.” he reasons, watching as you coo at latte before taking her in your arms. johnny’s heart feels full at the sight. you nod at his reason, walking into the kitchen. johnny hasn’t given his welcome home kiss yet, huffing unsatisfied he follows you like latte did to him earlier.

“did you not miss me?” he whines wrapping his arms around your waist, halting your movement. you giggle at his clingy behavior melting as he presses a kiss to your lips. a content sighs leaves him– finally feeling his lips against yours after a long day. latte yips again, johnny pulls away from you, leaning his cheek against the crown of your head. joking about latte ruining the mood.

“you don’t always have to wait up for me, you know.”

“i’d always wait for you my love, you know that.”

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past lives, current lives, the soulmate bond continues to prevail into the next cycle 💞

in another reality.

kim doyoung x reader wc - 3.6k genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, mentions of alternate realities, slight soulmates?au warnings - making out, implication of sex

people say that dreams are visions from your other realities. in this reality, you and doyoung remain mutuals with the eagerness to get to know each other but without the courage to do so. in another reality, you two are hopelessly in love.

In the darkest of nights, Doyoung shoots up in bed with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and a chill that brushes his wet skin. He is gasping for air, hoping to fill his lungs with a breath he was searching for. He can barely comprehend the dream he had just abruptly woken up from. 

You held his hand as if he resembled the world, as if he could break any minute. Eyes locked, lips were curled beautifully up your cheeks, and an inaudible voice are all detailed before him.

The sea breeze caused goosebumps to arise on your skin, but you were too mesmerized to care. His heart raced out of his chest as your fingertips danced softly across his open palm. 

From what Doyoung can gather, you two were happily in love. 

While the dream was everything he could hope for, he sits in his cold sweat wide awake to the reality where you barely even look his way. Doyoung curses at himself, knocking his knuckles against his temples and groans for having such a vivid hopeless imagination.

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”change in terms of conditions” 😆💕

i’m the stealer — lee hyunjae

word count | 0.8k

pairing | hyunjae (tbz) x gender neutral reader

warning(s) | none!!

genre | fluff, humour, established relationship au, he calls you babe in this if this counts as a genre ;-;

summary: in which hyunjae steals something very dear to your heart (or your skincare routine).

a/n: @ateez-elena daisy i’m dedicating this to you bc i got so inspired after sending you this photo 🤧💕

“Where the hell is it…” you grumble to yourself while lifting the heavy cushions of your couch one at a time, slamming them down frustratedly when you’re met with the bare deck of the couch every time.

Your living room looks as though it’s experienced a tornado—throw pillows are haphazardly strewn all over the floor and your furniture is arranged in odd angles in midst of your hunting.

“Hey, babe? What’s all this?”

Oh, right. You’re so preoccupied with practically turning everything in your apartment upside down that you’ve forgotten Hyunjae is still here, having decided to stay over for the first time after your movie night ended a lot later than expected.

You abandon your search to head to the bathroom where his voice came from, only for your eyes to bug out of your head when you find exactly what you’ve been looking for.

On his head.

Wrapped around his forehead is your headband, and not just any other headband—this one is your favourite, your prized possession, your baby.

“Where’d you get that?”

Hyunjae blinks confusedly at your narrowed eyes and accusatory tone before pointing to the fluffy blue and white material, complete with a huge bow right in the centre.

“This?” he asks, and you respond with a sulky nod. He turns to the mirror briefly to check his appearance. “Why? Does it not look good?”

Please, you think to yourself, you could put on a trash bag and still look like an model. It’s not exactly an exaggeration, your boyfriend does have a habit of looking unfairly good in everything he puts on, including your headband. You silently admire the fluffy tufts of chestnut hair that poof up from underneath the fabric, wanting nothing more than to run your hands through them.

Still, you want your headband back.

“It looks cute,” you sniff, “but that’s exactly why I want it back.”

Hyunjae sticks his bottom lip out. “I don’t know, I really like this,” he teases, pulling lightly at the bow for emphasis. “I should keep this after you stole my hoodie last week.”

Your voice comes out in an indignant whine. “But this one’s my favourite! I’ll give you another one!”

Hyunjae laughs heartily at the pout forming on your face. “You’re so cute,” he says while pinching your cheeks gently. “Anyways, I just wanted to ask what all this is.”

“Trying to change the topic, huh?”

“Answer me and I might consider giving it back.”

“My skincare,” you relent with a sigh, trailing your fingers along the rather impressive collection laid out neatly on your bathroom counter.

“Yeah, I know, but… why do you buy so many bottles and jars of this stuff? You only have one face.” Hyunjae picks up a random bottle and holds it up to his face as he reads the information printed on the frosted glass. “Like, what the hell is an ampoule?”

You roll your eyes, carefully prying the bottle from his hands and returning it to its original place between your other serums. “Easy for you to say, Mister I-woke-up-like-this!”

“Hey! I do skincare too, thank you very much!”

“You use a maximum of three products,” you deadpan.

His cheeks puff out as he huffs, “Okay, expert, introduce me to more products then.”

Humming to yourself, you scan through your collection before plucking a jar of moisturiser from the small rack. You swipe the product across his cheeks, forehead, and chin, ending with a boop on his noise to place a tiny dollop there.

“Okay, now pat that in—” An alarmed gasp leaves you. “I said pat, Jae! Not rub! You’ll tug on your skin!”

“But rubbing takes way less time!”

“Do you want premature wrinkles?”

He shoots you a halfhearted glare, but does as you say anyways. “What is this stuff, anyways?”

“Snail mucin,” you answer coolly, though deep down you’re already highly anticipating his response.

He freezes as though paralysed, fingers comically resting on his cheeks but unmoving. “What?”

“It’s hydrating!” you defend upon his horrified and slightly dramatic reaction, grinning devilishly from ear to ear.

His pout melts you heart, and you find it impossible to suppress a fond smile as you pat the rest of the product into his skin for him. “I promise it’s good for your skin, Jae,” you reassure softly, “I wouldn’t slap it on you otherwise.”

“I know. A warning would’ve been nice, though,” Hyunjae grumbles.

You giggle. “I’m sorry. Do I need to make it up to you?”

He taps his lips as he pretends to mull your question over. “Hm…”

“Hm?” you echo with raised brows.

“I accept apologies in the form of fluffy headbands,” he announces finally, “more specifically, this one.” He taps the fuzzy fabric around his head.

“You wish. I’m not giving it to you. Whatever happened to accepting apologies in kisses?”

“Change in the terms of conditions,” he grins before squeezing past you and dashing down the hall, presumably towards your bedroom. “Bye!”

“Lee Jaehyun! Come back, you thief!”

a/n: aaaaa my first tbz drabble/fic 🥺💕 do let me know what you think!!