Dreamcatcher Imagines

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗴 | that's money honey

Reader Is: Neutral Age (Group Not Mentioned)
Categories: Fluff, Smut
Preferences: Switch (Handong, Reader)
Summary: After the reader treats Handong, she returns the favor.

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"Hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave," was a fitting saying for Han Dong. You watched with a smirk when her hips swayed entrancingly as she walked into the luxury boutique with your credit card.

You'd take the cash in your pocket to pick up the drink that she wanted next door. She deserved much more than the handful of bills you'd allotted for the errand.

One chocolate mocha later, you peered through the glass windows of the storefront, knowing that the staff wasn't about to let you in with food. You spotted Handong immediately, perusing a shelf and pointing animatedly to different handbags. Employees were running around left and right, grabbing what she wanted and sending the items to be wrapped at the register. She was a regular, and she received appropriate treatment for the amount of money she spent there. Your money, that was.

Spoiling her was your favorite pastime, in every sense of the phrase, from physical gifts to intangible emotions. You lavished her with designer clothing and sweet adoration, fancy dinners and undying love alike. She enjoyed it all the same.

Receiving something in return from Handong had never been a thought in your mind. You gave to her simply because you enjoyed doing so. You never tired of the way that she beamed with delight when she opened a brand-new box of sparkly heels, or the way that she jumped up and down in excitement when you told her to pick out a five-star restaurant that she wanted to try.

But in return for your generosity, Handong quietly began to experiment with what might make you as happy as she. Though your true joy came from giving, she was quick to put her finger on one more thing – your weakness.

Her.

So, when she learned that taking care of you in bed made you as happy as you made her by deluging her with presents, Handong made sure that she spoiled you quite often. After all, she enjoyed it just as well – if not more.

Her happiness was your happiness, anyway.

Handong finally spotted you through the window when she turned to peruse some shoes. With a beam at the warm drink in your hand, she headed to the register instead. The harried-looking employee tallied up her purchases for so long that you checked your watch midway.

You didn't have any plans for the rest of the afternoon – Handong had requested to spend it home alone together so that you could relax on your day off from work – besides an inevitable show-and-tell of your girlfriend's purchases, so there was no reason to rush.

Regardless, Handong still ran out to meet you when her arms had been filled with so many shopping bags that her willowy frame nearly toppled over. You shook your head with a chuckle at the way that she ignored the staff offering help, instead holding up her finds with a proud smile. She knew you'd take them all for her as soon as she reached you, anyway.

Sure enough, you traded her the mocha for all her packages, slinging them over your own shoulders with a smirk that lingered even after kissing her hello. "Have a good time, princess?" you prompted.

"Yes! Wait until you see this orange purse that they had today, it's perfect!" Handong poked around the bags that were still on your arms, mumbling to herself as she did so, but you changed her focus by pointing to your car.

"Next time, let's take something bigger," you suggested. "I don't know if all of these will fit in here."

"But I like the sports car for when we go out shopping," Handong giggled, both of her slender hands wrapping around your elbow. "And this one's my favorite color."