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the small things [hyunjin version]

me being soft… but for hyunjin this time

Hyunjin loves spending time with you.

You’re confused at how he’s not sick of you yet. He always comes up with little ideas you both could do as dates so you never got bored. Whether it be learning to cook something new at the dorms, or taking you ice skating for the first time in your life, he would plan it. And he’d do it, no questions asked.

What you don’t really know is that Hyunjin doesn’t want you to get bored of him. Most times, he’s constantly reduced to his looks and not who he is as a person. He keeps you busy with you so you see him, fully.

Hyunjin buys a lot of clothes. This means you steal a lot of clothes.

Shirts, hoodies, hats; you take them all. You’ve showed up to the dorms multiple times wearing matching clothes or similar outfits because of the clothes you take.

He pretends to be annoyed, rolling his eyes whenever he sees you parading around in one of his hoodies, but he loves it. So much he takes pictures of you when you’re not looking and blushes when he sets them as his home screen later.

Hyunjin is a brat. A spoiled one at that. He is greedy and he doesn’t care-he wants as much of you as he can get.

He gets so into you that he doesn’t even notice the amount of members rolling their eyes when they walk out and see him practically on top of you on the couch, completely covering your body with his own. Seungmin always groans whenever he sees the both of you under the covers and hears kissing noises for five minutes straight. 

Not only that, but he follows you around like a puppy. Hugging at your waist each time you get something to eat from the fridge or get up to use the bathroom. When you jokingly tell him to give you some space, he raises his eyebrow at you and basically laughs in your face.

“Never! I’m glued to you forever Y/N~”

He adores you, and he wants you to know just as much he does every second of the day. 

Haechan + Coming home + angst with a fluffy ending 👉🏻👈🏻 - 🍓

haechan; angst + fluff 

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[w: swearing, brief mention of alcohol, kisses]

[jeno, jaemin: side characters]

A stupid drinking game.

Haechan has asked himself before if things could have went differently if he didn't do everything he has done.

Not that it mattered.

Haechan had no chance with you whatsoever, he knew it. Because everytime he would look at you, your eyes would be on someone else.

He hated it.

He despised it with his whole being. His guts would twists on each other and he would feel sick to the core.

Yet, a weird sensation of pride or insanity, made him want to act like nothing was happening, like it was okay.

"Okay, my turn," Haechan sat up from the ground putting his weight on his knees instead, his mischievous smile painting his expression and raising the others expectations. "Take a shot if you have a crush on someone in this room."

Haechan had no idea what he was doing. He definitely didn't want to take a shot and he didn't. Nor did anyone else.

"Fuck, okay, here." You spoke up after a moment of uncertainty and threw your head back with the glass on your lips. A choir of screams engulfed the whole room and you felt your cheeks heat up from the adrenaline and alcohol.

You've had a crush on someone in the room and perhaps you were just good at pretending or he was clueless.

Perhaps he was actually clueless because he looked around just like everyone else, excited to see who the crush might be. Then everyone's eyes landed on Jeno and Jeno looked at you shocked.

Haechan couldn't look anymore.

"Jeno. You didn't drink, did you?" Haechan asked.

Jeno opened his lips embarrassed and you shot Haechan an assassin glare.

"Uhm, no, I'm sorry, Y/N, but I-" Jeno started to mumble and you couldn't bear to hear the rest. You got up and exited the room.

---

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. Get out."

Haechan's forehead was resting on your closed bedroom door after everyone left, pupils moving under his lids, jaw muscle clenched imitating his fists.

"Please," he whispered for the nth time that night.

And when you opened the door suddenly he almost fell to the ground.

"Why?" you asked, arms crossed on your chest and angry eyes.

Haechan raised his face to meet your tears-streaked one.

He hated it. He hated to see you like that. And it was his fault.

"Why did you do that, Haechan?"

"Y/N," he tried to hold your hand but you winced.

"Don't touch me. You wanted to see me rejected in front of everyone? Is this what you wanted?"

"I didn't think it through. I was just tired to see you crushing on him when he doesn't even think about you."

You lower lip trembled at his words as a new wave of tears filled your eyes.

"That's my business," you wanted to sound aggressive but the words came out so tiny that you wondered if Haechan actually heard them.

It wasn't anger. Haechan could deal with that. It was a deep disappointment. He could see it in your eyes. A defeat he didn't expect.

He fucked up and there was no going back.

---

In the mornings when the winter sun was not out yet, you could see his face on your closed lids. With a huff you would open them up and kick your blanket.

You shouldn't allow yourself to think about him.

Yet, when the phone screen would lit up, your hand would reach for it almost instantly.

From Jeno: I'm going home now

From You: this late? are you drunk?

From Jeno: haha you mean this early? I'm not drunk, I'm the one driving

From You: be careful

From Jeno: yes ma'am :)

You rolled your eyes, a little smile curving your lips before it could fade away. A sigh and the dark ceiling to keep you company.

You missed him.

You missed Haechan so much it hurt.

---

"So?" a pair of wiggling eyebrows and an elbow in your ribs claimed your attention as you were decorating the table for the Christmas dinner.

"What?" you asked Jaemin.

"You and Jeno?" he indicated said boy with his head trying to not be noticed.

Your hands stopped from folding the napkins and you stared at Jeno's profile, laughing with your friends on the couches.

Jaemin continued to place the cutlery in silence.

"There's nothing going on between Jeno and I," you finally spoke resuming your work.

"He likes you. And you like him."

You didn't add anything.

Jaemin looked at you and hummed at your expression.

"You don't like him anymore?"

You sighed.

"Sorry, don't answer. I'm being invasive. I just don't understand. You would look so good together..." Jaemin mumbled to himself.

"Yeah. I don't know what's going on with me."

But you did know what was going on. It's just that you had no idea what to do with all of that.

"How's Haechan?"

The others kept in touch with him after you drifted apart and you had to stop yourself from asking every second of his whereabouts.

"He's alright. A little weird," Jaemin shrugged.

"How's that?"

The boy looked up pensive. "Hm. I can't put my finger on it but he's a little off. I think he misses hanging out with you."

You gulped.

"I mean, like, all of us together, you know? Like the old times."

"Yeah."

"Maybe," Jaemin talked slowly as if choosing his words carefully. "Maybe we can start doing that again? I mean, Jeno likes you now so... you know, not that what Haechan did is gone etcetera but... what he did is the reason Jeno realized he likes you so..." you listened to Jaemin stutter quickly until you couldn't hear him anymore. The sound drifted away as you imagined seeing Haechan again and it became difficult for you to breathe.

---

From You: Merry Christmas

Your fingers were trembling as you typed and they continued to tremble as they hovered over the phone screen, its light the only source illuminating your face in the dark room. Then it became pitch black as you turned it off and let the phone fall on the bed. After a few steps you were already in front of the door, your feet taking you to the noise coming from the living room.

But then you heard it buzz and you froze in place. Your heart was beating like crazy when you came back and picked up the phone, a text message illuminating the screen again.

From Haechan: Merry Christmas

From Haechan: I hope you're well

You had to sit down.

From You: I am, thank you

From You: I hope you're well too

From Haechan: I am

From Haechan: I just...

From Haechan: I miss you

You stared at your phone until it became all blurry. Blinking fast you saw the drops fall on the chat as you stared at the empty typing bar.

Why were you doing that? What was stopping you from talking to him again? Anger? You weren't mad. Disappointment? You were over it. Resentfulness? You couldn't feel any of that inside of your heart.

It was fear.

You were afraid. So so afraid.

You had a little hope. That you would see Haechan again and become friends just like before. But you needed time. Not to get over what he did.

To get over your feelings for him.

Wouldn't he drift away even further if he discovered how you felt? Wouldn't he say how sorry he is?

You thought that Jeno's rejection was a lot to handle but it wasn't anything compared to the pain in your chest at the mere thought of Haechan doing the same.

You breathed in and out slowly. Haechan was typing and deleting.

From You: I'm coming

From Haechan: where?

From You: are you home?

From Haechan: yes but don't come out, it's snowing a lot

From You: see you in 15

From Haechan: y/n

From Haechan: don't go out

From Haechan: y/n

From Haechan: read my texts!

But you were already in the living room, walking quickly towards the entrance door, ignoring Jaemin standing with his casserole in his hands, and ignoring the voices of people asking you what were you doing and where were you going.

In a heartbeat your coat was on and your shoes were on your feet. You didn't mean to slam the door but in the hurry you didn't care about it at all.

With no transport and empty roads you ran. You ran on the fresh snow, the only sounds being its crunch under your soles, your quick breath and the ringing of your phone.

You heard his voice before you could see his face in the heavy snow. You blinked trying to see better and there he was, a tall figure walking towards you, his coat almost white, just like his fluffy hair and eyelashes, one arm up trying to call you and the most worried expression you've ever seen him wear.

"You're crazy! A crazy person!" he scolded you, getting each step closer and you choked on tears upon seeing his face in so long. So you ran again, opening your arms and wrapping his body between them with such force that he almost slipped backwards.

"You don't even have a scarf on. Look at you with your whole neck out. What were you thinking?"

He continued his rant as his arms wrapped your shoulders but you could hear his relieved sigh as he briefly pressed his face on them.

Then he pulled you away from his chest and finally looked at you in the face. His eyes scrutinized your features and his expression softened.

"Why are you crying?"

He cupped both of your cheeks, rubbing them delicately with his thumbs. His hands were warm and you closed your eyes.

"I missed you too," you whispered and when you opened them again Haechan’s eyes were getting watery too. He looked at the sky briefly as if trying to conceal that but you cupped his face and pulled it down to make him look at you again.

His lips were red and open, letting a warm breath caress your nose.

"I have something to tell you."

Haechan furrowed his eyebrows and blinked at you, a few snowflakes falling from his lashes and melting on his rosy cheeks.

You let your hands descend to his shoulders, brushing away the snow piling up, then his chest and your fingers played with his coat buttons for a moment before being able to speak.

I'm dating Jeno, Haechan thought. That was what you were going to say, right? He likes me now and I know I was mad at you before but now I'm actually grateful that you were a dick that night and made it possible for him to realize that he likes me and now I'm not mad anymore and we can be friends like-

"I love you."

Suddenly the sky fell and Haechan couldn't breathe anymore.

"It was for you," you added.

"What?" Haechan's voice sounded far away to his own ears.

"The shot. It was for you."

"Wait."

The boy steadied himself on you as if the ground was slipping from underneath his feet.

"How is that possible? You like Jeno," he whispered but his mind was working faster than his mouth.

"Is this revenge? You want to make me believe that you love me so that I can confess that I love you too and so you can reject me?" he asked.

Your eyes widened at the theory and you chuckled lightly, expecting Haechan to laugh as well at the joke. But he was serious and the smile flattered on your lips.

"Are you serious?"

Haechan stared back.

"You love me?" you asked again.

"Answer me first. Is this a trick?"

You pressed your palms on his cheeks again, squeezing them until making Haechan pout and you leaned in, kissing his still warm lips. It was a quick and short peck, your heart too overwhelmed to do more, but for Haechan it was enough. His round eyes were shocked and his reddening cheeks told you the rest.

"Why would I trick you into doing that? That's messed up."

"I would do something like that," Haechan whispered, still processing the fact that you've just kissed him.

"Yeah, I know, because you're evil."

"I still can't comprehend how the shot was for me. Why didn't you tell me?"

You stepped back. "Oh yeah? Telling you after everyone thought it was for Jeno, Jeno included? After you did all of that? Me saying 'oh no Haechan, I have a crush on you' and see you reject me too? As everyone was watching?"

Haechan closed his eyes for a second as if pained and you eyed his adam apple going up and down.

"Why didn't you tell me afterwards?"

You sighed. "After you treated me like that? And for what? You didn't take a shot either."

Haechan's face scrunched up. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, please, forgive me," he wrapped your body again and pulled you towards him. "I was so stupid. I was so fucking stupid."

"You're still stupid," you mumbled, voice muffled by his scarf. You inhaled his scent and slid your arms under his coat, all around his warm torso.

"Yeah. I'm here like an idiot, having you run in the snow and keeping you in the blizzard instead of taking you home-".

"I am home."

You raised your face and the look Haechan gave you warmed you all up as if spring suddenly arrived.

"I love you," he suddenly whispered. "I love you," he repeated. "I love you. I love you." He hugged you tighter and brushed his cold nose with yours. "I love you," he said it again until he couldn't physically say it anymore as his lips kissed yours. It was a slow and soft kiss, as if he was afraid, as if he felt too sorry to do more.

"Kiss me like you mean it."

Haechan finally smiled a little on your lips and he did just that until you started to feel dizzy.

When he pulled away, he cupped your face again then your head, pressing his palms on your cold ears.

"You'll get sick if we don't leave. More kisses later."

In a second his scarf was all around your neck and face, leaving out only your eyes. Haechan smiled at the view and whispered something similar to 'penguin' under his breath.

"Hand," he requested and you gave it to him, letting his fingers intertwine with yours and sighing at the feeling of his warm coat pocket.

"So you were jealous of Jeno, huh?"

Haechan put his tongue in his cheek as you walked down the snowy road and you chuckled at his dry nod.

"What you did was kind of lame, not gonna lie," you teased him.

Haechan sighed and playfully tugged you towards him.

"I'm not mad but you still need to do a few things for me to fully forgive you."

"Okay," he said.

"Kisses. Many kisses."

Haechan nodded once. "Can do."

"Food."

Haechan nodded again. "Also can do."

"Call me princess."

"What!?"

The sound of your footsteps and laughter decreased gradually as you walked away, the white snow engulfing you both until your figures couldn't be seen anymore.

"You have to reject Jeno now."

"Oh my God! That's... so sad, I feel so sorry."

"I would feel sorry too but I'm actually glad. At least it's not me."

"So you're actually evil. Jeno never confessed anyway. There's no need to do that."

"Good. He'll step back when he'll see us making out on the couch."

"We're not making out on the couch!"

"Okay, princess."

The snow covered all of your footsteps, the empty road looking like a white field.

"I love you, princess."

"I love you too."

"Kiss, now?"

"Later."

"Okay, princess."

"Kiss now."

The echo of your laugh as Haechan lifted you up and twirled you around before kissing you was the last thing the snowy road witnessed.