#donhyuck

 "Hey! Are you-" your sentence was cut off. "Look miss I'm sorry about earlier but I want you to know that I didn't call you it was automatic" 

"Are you playing with me or something?" you asked. " No, I promise I'm not playing with you" He replied. "Sorry but you've got the wrong person hung up!" you yelled quietly.

"Wait!" You were startled. "What?" You replied still annoyed. "What's your name?" You calmed down. "Y/n, and yours?" You asked back. "Donghyuck". "Okay bye," you hung up.

You slept early cus you have school tomorrow.

You woke up and got ready for school. He called again. Two months passed and the two of you talk regularly. You tried seeing each other but it failed. From his perspective, he went there but you weren't there. And on your side, you were there but he wasn't. That day you got angry about him not showing up. You sat on a bench holding a little branch scratching the bench with it. "Ahh" you heard from the phone. "What?" You asked. "I was just sitting on a bench suddenly an invisible person started to scratch it".

"Wait... I scratched it just now" You replied. "Where are you?" You asked. "Uhm... besides the streetlight" You went to the streetlight holding a very heavy piece of wood and hit the streetlight with it. "Oh my god!!" The boy shouted. "Did the bulb break?" 

"How did you know?"

That's when you realized the two of you are from different times. And can communicate using the phone. That's why the two of you didn't meet. And also you're the one from the past and he's in the present. "Listen" 

"I know... I know what's happening. Right from the beginning." He explained. "Yet you didn't tell me?" You got furious. "I like you Donghyuck! for the last two months! how-how can I tell you that personally if we can't meet?" 

"How can I express my feelings for you?" You added. He was dumbfounded while you broke down in tears. "I-i'll find you" He hung up.

~~~~~~~Present//Donghyuck's side~~~~~~~

That night he couldn't sleep. He couldn't get over your words it keeps ringing in his ear like a fly who doesn't seem to leave any soon. 

He felt joy, guilt, and fury at the same time. He was delighted to know you liked him. Was culpable for not detecting your feelings sooner. And was furious about the fact that destiny made the two of you meet that way.

As soon as the sun comes up, he got ready to find you, you in the present. There was no school today. First, he tried social media, He got to know some details about your family school, and so on. He went to your school but no one knew you, next to your family. That's when he got the most terrifying news of his life.

Newspaper: 15-year-old girl passed after rescuing a 16-year-old boy from perishing. Kim Y/n our hero parted after saving a boy Lee Donghyuck. Eyewitnesses said that after a car crash an Explosive vehicle was involved in the girl who appeared at the scene to save the said boy after getting the boy out, she ran out of time and couldn't flee the scene at the right time. The vehicle exploded and took the young girl's life away. She died being the hero of the day. "We Salute You!"

He then went back to his house to call you. This was the day his past self is celebrating his birthday. He's got to stop you from going anywhere. He dialed your number and let out a sigh of relief when you picked up. "Yes?" Your voice was the only thing that could make him smile at this moment.

"Where are you?" He asked. "Uhm... wait sorry I was crossing the road" His eyes widened. "Your outside?" He asked in a worried tone. "Yes," you answered. "Go back!" 

"Bang!" he heard the phone fall. You picked the phone up again. "Why are you suddenly yelling at me? your the one who did something wrong!" You whined softly. "S-sorry but whatever happens-"

"Shreeekkk!"

"Bang!"

The car crash just happened. "Oh my god, there's a boy!" He heard you shout. "Wait. don't go there." The fire started spreading. The past him was caught on the fire. If he didn't distract the girl, the boy won't be harmed. He hissed as burn marks starts appearing all over his body.

Then finally, he heard the explosion. He fainted.

He woke up in a small house. He didn't know where he was. He went out and saw everything... everything was from the past!

Now he knew the solution to all this. He has to stop the past him from going anywhere. He quickly grabbed his things including the phone and recalled his old house.

He went there. And got in through the window inside his old room. That time his past self is taking a bath. He patiently waited for him to get out of the shower. Finally, he went out. "Who the fuc-" He covered his past self's mouth. "Shut up Donghyuck!" He shouted quietly. "How do you know my name?"

"I'm you" 

"Man, are you kidding me right now?" The past him asked. "No just listen!" he yelled. "No! tell me who are you first!" his past self insisted. "I'm you, just believe me!"

"I was just kidding! Well, I look handsome when I grow u-" Hyuck cuts his sentence. "Just listen!" he shouted. "Ok, ok, ok"

-"So we're gonna fall for a girl..."

"A girlfriend?"

-"Shut up for a while!"

"Why? I was just askin-"

-"She is gonna die because of us!!"

The past him was dumbfounded. "So I need you to stay here and not to go out understood?!" He nodded.

Haechan woke up. The day you were supposed to die is over. He called you. You didn't pick up. This time he was panicking thinking his plan didn't work. After the 6th call, you finally picked up. He was relieved. "I love you too"

"What? c-can you say that again?" You asked. "I love you too~" 

(Mark: HAvE You EvER ButtERflIES bEFore?"🦋)

The call ended automatically. Haechan went to see the present she.

@ncthyuck

   “Dude, why’re you letting your mouth hang open like that, you’re getting your drool everywhere.” Jisung snarkily commented, laughing with Chenle afterwards at the elder’s lack of reaction.

   “He’s too busy looking at the love of his life, AKA his twin.” Jaemin smirked, commenting on the fact that you were also staring at the menu at the cafe with an open mouth. “She’s really into catching flies.” Renjun added, shaking his head at Haechan and his continued unbothered staring. “Can’t wait for her to file a restraining order against him.” At this, Haechan snapped out of his trance and whipped his head towards Jeno with wide, shocked eyes.

   “You think she’ll actually do that?” Which prompted all the boys to erupt into a flurry of loud laughter. While Haechan looked at the boys in genuine concern, he didn’t notice your tired gaze glance at his table.

   ‘Oh, it’s them again.’ You nonchalantly thought, feeling a strange comfort come over you as the familiar table entered your gaze once again, like every week. 

   Every week, on the same day, same hour, same minute, you’d come into the cafe to order a drink and brunch snack. You had such a set schedule, that the people behind the counter would usually have the drink already prepared for you and would simply wait to get whatever snack you waned, since it was the only thing that actually changed. You’d always come back the next day, but it wasn’t to get a drink, only to study. You were a broke college student, after all. 

   And every week, on Tuesday, at eleven AM, minute three, you’d see the table of boys with their college books sprawled out on the table, presumably studying. And even with your glasses-concealed eyes, you could see how undeniably attractive those boys were.

   Mainly one tanned boy who was wiping off the drool on his mouth. You chuckled and payed for your food and drink before taking your sustenance and sitting at a table facing the so-called tann boy with luscious brown hair. You sat on the edge of your seat so you could look up and glance at him every once in a while as you made notes for your Astrophysics class.

   After about two hours, sudden movement caught your eye. You glance up briefly to see the boys standing up and gathering their books and shoving them in their bags, muttering something about being late to their lectures.

   You smiled and rested your eyes on the beautiful boy, not expecting him to already be looking at you. Your eyes widened in shock, and the moving pen in your hand stopped abruptly as his mesmerizing eyes filled your vision. He seemed to act the same way, his hands stopping their ministrations as you both continued to stare openly at each other. Embarrassed, you offered a small shy smile, and put your head down to continue writing, but you couldn’t ignore your shaking hands. 

   Haechan’s heart was beating at what he expected to be thousands of miles a minute, and was only knocked out of his dazed state by Chenle who let out a high pitched knowing laugh directly in his ear. The sudden pain forced his hands to start moving again, and he quickly retrieved his belongings before walking briskly out the door with his teasing friends. 

-

  The next day, you arrived late. You had slept past your alarm close to four times before you flipped out of bed onto your cold hard wooded floor. There was nothing you had to go to, you didn’t have class that day or anything close to plans. But you always wanted to get to the cafe before rush hour, because if you didn’t -- there’d be no space for you to sit.

   And alas, you were right.

   You let out an annoyed sigh as every seat in the cafe was filled. As much as you didn’t want to, you knew that you’d have to ask to share a seat with some poor, unsuspecting patron. Without thinking about your disheveled appearance, you automatically turned towards the back of the shop to find a seat with someone. 

   Someone wearing a blue-green flannel shirt caught your eye, and you immediately made your way towards them. It was only one person, and their hair seemed to be just as messy as yours, which comforted you along with the sight of their broad back stretching out the flannel sightly. Your hand gripped your messenger bag tightly, and you had to repeatedly remind yourself to be calm and kind as you stopped in front of their seat.

   “Excuse me --” You started, however your sentence was stopped short by your own self as the mouth you owned seemingly stopped working, just like the familiar face looking up at you.

   The boy from yesterday was staring up at you, his hair frizzy and eye-bags prominent against his smooth tan skin. His eyes were boring into yours once again, and neither of you spoke for a few grueling seconds.

   “Oh, uh -- yes?” The boy stuttered out, straightening out his posture and fiddling with the corner on his scribble-filled notebook. You felt your open mouth twitch at the sound of his unique voice.

   It sounded like it should be annoying to you, like it should make you wanna tear out your hair -- but it comforted you in ways you never thought possible. It sounded like it belonged in your memories -- like it was meant to always be heard by you.

   You smiled and ran your hand through your ponytail, blushing a fiery red. “Uh, I was wondering if you’d let me sit with you? There -- there’s no other seats.” You gestured out towards the open cafe, but the boy accepted your request right away, not bothering to look out into the bustling building. With red ears, you muttered a reserved ‘thank you’ before you sat down across from the now silent boy.

   After a minute of complete silence, only littered with the rustle of your clothes as you went through your bag searching and pulling out the things you needed to study, did the attractive tanned hunk speak.

   “So, uh, what college do you go to?” You let out a little jolt before you looked up, your brows raised. With a small laugh, you continued to pull things out of your bag. “What makes you think I’m in college?” Were you in college? Yes. Do you know why you said that? No.

   “Well, I figured you were in college since you come in the coffee shop almost every other day, mid-day -- so unless I’m talking to a delinquent who skips class everyday, I assume your a college student?” You looked back at the now smirking boy. You eyes traveled from his smirk to how his head rested sassily on his left hand, his right hand fingering the corners of his notebook, still. 

   With a huff, you got out your pencil bag and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I go to the only college within the radius of this coffee shop,” You glanced at his open pencil case, unfolding the bent opening to see a name messily scribbled onto it, “ Donghyuck.” You finished, smiling at how stiff his hand went when he saw you touch one of his things. Unbeknownst to you, he merely stiffened at the sudden closeness of you hand to his own.

   “Good point.” Was all he said, and he went back to writing down notes. You smiled and shook your head affectionately and opened your notebook to reveal your insanely neat notes, that were filled with keys and math equations. Donghyuck, out of pure curiosity, glanced up at your notes, and what he saw shocked him, since his notes were no where near the level of organized yours were. 

   “Woah, what the hell type of major are you in?” Donghyuck commented, gaping at the complicated different language you were concentrating on. You shrugged and answered, “It’s just math. Physics, to be specific. Astrophysics, to be even more specific.” Donghyuck nodded his head loosely. Out of curiosity, you decided to find out more about him.

   “What about you? What do you major in, assuming you go to my college.”

   “Oh, I major in Piano Performance. I’m minoring in Dance.” You nod, impressed. “That’s cool. I could never major in something with performing in it, I have stage fright.” Donghyuck smiled and shook his head, “It’s not that bad. I like the attention.” 

   “I figured, you seem like someone who commands attention, if anything. You and your friends always get my attention every week, you guys can never stay quiet for more than three seconds.” 

   He turned red, leaning forward in his seat. “You can hear us? Every week?” You nodded and laughed, “Yeah, but I don’t mind. It’s comforting. It’s apart of my routine, even.” 

   This time the boy turned red, shifting in his seat shyly. You stuck out your hand, expecting him to take it. “The name’s Y/N. L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you, Donghyuck.”

   The boy smiled and took your hand in his, and you felt your heart rate speed up from the warmth of your own small hands being enveloped in his large ones. “Please, call me Haechan.” 

   Hours passed with little studying being done, instead you both used your time by talking and laughing at each other’s lame jokes. Even when the shop cleared out, and the seats became available, you stayed across from him. The sun set slowly, sinking in the horizon as it bathed the land in orange and red hues, casting a color show through the window you both sat in front of.

   “How the hell do you do it?” Haechan exasperatedly questioned after hearing that your minor in Anthropology took up your most of your free time. You giggled in response. “You ask me how I do it, but how about you? My body would give out on me if I danced that much. The video was really cool by the way. All your friends are so good at dancing. They’re pretty cool.”

   “Oh, please -- they’re not as cool as me.” He retaliated, flipping his nonexistent hair behind his shoulder. You nodded and bit your lip, “Yeah, your right.” The words were unexpected from you, so he felt himself go red again for the hundredth time that day. 

   “God, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much, I’m not used to it.” You commented again, squishing your face between your hands to massage your facial muscles. Haechan, without thinking, cooed and kissed his fingers before placing them softly on your cheeks. He then squished your face and made baby sounds.

   Now it was your time to turn red, as you didn’t move in his hands. Your sudden stillness brought Haechan back to reality, and he automatically let go of your face, muttering a small ‘sorry’.

   “I-It’s okay. Um,” You looked out the window to see the run sinking further and further down into the horizon, “I should really get going, though.” Haechan nodded and put his things in his bag, mimicking your actions.

   You both stood up at the same time, and waved at the waiters and waitresses before you walked out of the shop. For a few seconds, you both stood off the side of the entrance of the cafe, not really talking to each other, but both wanted to say something.

   “So, this means bye, right?” Haechan piped up, running a ran through his slightly tangled locks. You nodded with your lips in a tight line, not wanted to stop talking with the boy, but not having the courage to initiate anything.

   “Well, I’ll see you next week with the rest of the boys, probably. But, uh, if you ever want to hang out again like we did today, I’m always here by myself on Wednesdays.” He turned away from you, stiffly walking away. It was almost like he didn’t want to leave. 

   Maybe it was coffee (that you didn’t drink), or maybe it was the courage of having him touch you, or maybe even the way it seemed to you that he didn’t want to leave; but you called out to him after he took a few steps away from you.

   He turned around, confused. “Yeah?”

   “Uh, here.” You rushed out, rummaging through your bag to find a piece of paper to rip off. After you found a piece of blank paper, you scribbled your number on it, and handed it to the surprised boy. “Uh? Mine?” He asked, confused. You nodded. “Yeah, it’s for you. Text me sometime. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see you again. I’d love to see one of your recitals. Also, uh...I’d like to go on a date sometime.” Haechan could barely believe his ears. His long time crush asking him on a date? Holy hell.

   “Uh, yeah,” He started, a smile breaking onto his features. “Yeah, I’ll definitely be using this.” He clenched the number in his hand and looked up at you with stars in his eyes. He quickly walked close to you and pressed his lips to your cheek. When he parted, he felt his heart do flips at the redness of your face. Nodding in satisfaction, he turned around and waved behind him.

   “I’ll text you tonight! Don’t leave me on read! And oh,” Haechan stopped again, glancing back at you cheekily, “Get used to the pain from smiling, sweetheart.”

   You were pretty sure you stayed in that spot for a few minutes after he disappeared from you sight, only moving when one of the waiters walked out of the store with an apron in his hand. He touched your shoulder gently before muttering a ‘finally’ under his breath as he walked away.