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attention (lee donghyuck/lee haechan)

lowercase intended. not proofread.

“and then, she told me that i was overreacting! was i really overreacting? she did not do a single thing in our paper, not even a single word! how shameless of her to-“ “jeno! to your right!” haechan cuts you off. you let out a huff and roll your eyes. you just wanted someone to listen to you after such a terrible day. haechan was the one who offered to call, but here he is not listening to any word you are saying. “haechan, are you listening to me?” after a minute of you just staring at your boyfriend, who obviously is not paying attention to you, you ended the call. stupid donghyuck, if he doesn’t want to talk to me, he could have just said so. after a few seconds of the call ending, you see haechan’s name on your screen. you waited a few more seconds until he decides to drop the call, but he didn’t and you grew tired of hearing your ringtone, so you answered. “what?” you say. “i got off the game, i’m sorry baby.” “i’m going to sleep, you can go play for how long you want. i don’t care.” before you could end the call, he pouts. “come on baby, i’m sorry. i’ll listen to you now, i’m all yours.” you roll your eyes. you really wanted to talk to haechan, but you’re so annoyed with him right now. “so, tell me, what did you do hyejin about the paper?” “i removed her name! and after doing so, she starts complaining. she has no right whatsoever to even complain! i can't believe her. oh! during lunch, some group of…” you continued to ramble as haechan looks at you with loving eyes, and all he could think of is how lucky he is to have you in his life. “i love you, y/n.” he whispers.

note: i have been so busy with uni, i can’t find time to write, but i have so much ideas in mind. i’ll try my best to write them, but i have some drabbles written already, i’ll post them when i can.

"Before I go to sleep, I imagine you're by my side"- Lee Haechan Imagine

Haechan has been suffocating you for the last hour and a half, and you can't even complain.

You run your hand through your boyfriend's hair, loving the softness of it against your fingertips, despite the constant damage it went through.

Your current position, Haechan lying on you almost completely, face buried in the crook of your neck and hands wrapped tightly around your waist, was not comfortable at all, but it was familiar, and you missed it.

You sigh, shaking Haechan's shoulders gently, almost lazily.

"We should really get up", you mumble, blinking sleepily at the clock on the wall. 2:00 a.m. You should have went to sleep ages ago, considering you were both suffering from jet lag, but both of you were too busy marveling over the fact that you were actually together once again, that the tiredness somehow disappeared.

Until now that is.

You yawn once again, feeling your eyes tear up from the force of it, and you shake your boyfriend once again, a bit harder this time. "Yah, Lee Haechan. Get up".

"Don't wanna", Haechan whines into your neck, his breath hot and tingling against your skin. His fingers tighten around your waist slightly as he speaks, as if he's afraid you'll detach yourself from him any second now.

"Well, I can't feel my legs anymore, and if we sleep like this the whole night, you're going have to carry me all day tommorow.", you threaten, forcing your voice to sound steely, even though your heart melts a bit at your boyfriend's cuteness.

You smile triumphantly when Haechan groans in defeat, lifting his head up to glare at you in annoyance before finally pushing himself up from you, supporting himself on his elbows.

He looks like a puppy right now, with his messy chestnut hair covering his eyes, his golden skin, and his cute moles, scattered over his face like stars. You really want to kiss them.

Unfortunately, you can't risk Haechan returning to his previous position, so you force yourself to get up from the couch, your limbs screaming to you to stay where you are.

"Come on", you say softly when you're finally standing, reaching a hand out to Haechan, he looks just as tired as you feel, eyes nearly closed shut, a pout of distaste on his lips.

You feel your heart thump loudly when he gets up, intertwining your fingers, and how does everything he does still send you into a frenzy, even after nearly two years of a relationship?

You walk like that to your room, shoulders bumping occasionally, half because of the exhaustion and half because of the constant need to be in touch, to feel each other.

When you finally reach the bedroom, Haechan doesn't hesitate to push you on the bed, legs almost immediately tangling with yours, arms pulling you close, so you're pressed against his chest, just above his heart.

You don't even bring up showering or brushing your teeth, giving in to the tiredness you've been fighting all day.

You snuggle closer to Haechan, letting your eyes close, enjoying the smell of him, an addicting mixture of pine trees and strawberries.

"Goodnight Haechannie", you whisper, barely conscious anymore, arms tightening around Haechan's slim waist in a gesture you hope conveys how much you missed him, how happy you are right now, just being like this in his arms.

"Hmm... Goodnight baby... I love you", you hear just before you fall asleep, and you feel a soft kiss being pressed to your temple, a habit Haechan has since you started dating.

You don't say anything back, already falling slowly into Dreamland, but you know you don't need to.

You're home.

biscuit boy

fluff . no warnings ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ ♡

baker!haechan x gn!reader

you made your usual stop at the cafe on your way to work. pleasantly not-surprised to see him behind the counter. it all started when you needed a gift for your co-worker’s birthday, conveniently coming across the cafe that very morning on your way to work.

you walked inside to see a cute boy around your age working in the back. when asked your order, you almost blatantly asked who that boy was. but you simply asked for one of those little biscuits shaped like bears, pointing to the one on display in the glass cabinet, lit with yellow light. “that might be a little while, if you don’t mind the wait.” the man said to you. “sure, that’s alright.” truthfully, you didn’t have much time. but you wanted to get a better look at the boy. “you can go ahead and have a seat, we’ll call you when it’s ready... and haechan, get started on the biscuits.”

and so you sat, focusing on the boy who must be haechan, as he was the only other person there, with the cafe just barely being opened for the day.  you don’t even drink coffee, but ever since that day a couple months ago, you’ve stopped by that cafe nearly every morning. it used to be right on your way to work, but you’ve since been fired. now in recent mornings you find yourself going out of your way to make the stop, yet still, you do so.

you cherish the bits of information you exchange with haechan in the small talk you share, as you’re usually the only one there with him first thing in the morning. it’s gotten to the point where haechan has your order memorized and already ready before you get there, but you still stay to talk to him regardless.

you wish you could get to know him more. but little did you know, haechan has been putting bits and pieces together about you. he’s picked up on some of your small habits, like how you always put your bag on the table first before sitting down, and how you instinctively check where your name was written on the box your order came in to see if it was spelled right. haechan wants to know you more too.

the reason he started to prepare your order before you got there was to test whether or not you would still stay to talk to him. and from your little conversations, he knows you got fired from that job, about you going out of your way, and how you don’t even like coffee. leading him to assume that perhaps, maybe you come there every morning for him. maybe it was bold of him to assume, but even so, it gave him the confidence to take a step closer to you.

it was another morning. nothing new. haechan handed you your box and naturally you look for the little line that held a place for your name. there was a bit of a surprise this time though. i mean, you name was on it, however it was followed by a question. “y/n, can i please have your number??”

you looked over to haechan who was staring at you, leaning against the counter with his elbows, resting is head in his hand with a big smile on his face. he tapped a little notepad with his finger and gently pushed it across the counter, away from him, and closer to you. you picked up the conveniently placed notepad and pen and proceeded to write down the digits to your phone number. “here.” you set down the notepad. “im gonna be late for work.” you speed walked out of the cafe before haechan could say anything else.

later that day~

text from [unknown number]

hi, y/n??? it’s me. the boy who makes your biscuits.

new number added to contacts as biscuit boy

thx for reading ! hope you enjoyed ^ ^