#haechan request

-> Haechan x Reader, just fluffy fluff, 1.1k words

Request: Hello beautiful. I was wondering if you could do a first kiss with Haechan??🥺🥺🥺

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Defeated you sat down on the bench by the bus stop, catching your breath from trying to run after the bus you had just missed.

You sighed, whipping out your phone and contemplate whether to not call at home and ask for someone to pick you up.

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Word count: 602

Genre: fluff

Requested: yes

A/n: thank you anon for my first nct request! I hope that it’s to your liking!

           Today had been a terrible day for you. For one instance, the weather was not in your favor because it was pouring, and you had forgotten your umbrella. Then at lunch you somehow managed to drop your food, which was completely embarrassing. The only thing that got you through your day was the thought of being able to be in the arms of your boyfriend Haechan.

           Finally in comfortable clothing, that had not been soaked in rain water, you had messaged Haechan that you were home. He responded with a text saying that he would be there in an hour. Tossing your phone aside, you try to find something to do for an hour. For the next 20 minutes, you find yourself mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, sending the ones your found funny or cute to Haechan. As you continue to scroll through tiktok, a yawn escapes from your mouth. You came to the conclusion that the terrible day that you had had exhausted you. Checking the time, you see that there’s only 30 minutes remaining until Haechan came back home, so you decide to have a 10 minute power nap. Setting an alarm, you shut your eyes to rest.

           However, when your 10 minutes were up, you had simply turned off the alarm and shut your eyes again, deciding that you could sleep for a few more minutes. Those few minutes turn into 20 minutes and by the time Haechan returns home you’re still asleep.

           “Bubby, I’m home,” Haechan calls out. When he gets no response, he goes into the living and sees your sleeping figure on the couch. The first thing he does when he sees you is pull out his phone. Pulling up the camera app, he secretly takes a few photos of you, finding your sleeping figure adorable. Once he puts his phone, he tucks a few strands of hair out of your face, waiting to see if you would wake up. When you don’t move, he contemplates if he should wake you up. Deciding that he should, Haechan gently shakes your shoulder causing for you to stir awake. Rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, you are met with the lovely sight of your boyfriend. “Hey bubby.” Tiredly smiling at your nickname, you pull Haechan close by wrapping your arms around his neck. Carefully picking you up from your spot on the couch, Haechan feels you wrap your legs around his waist and lets out a laugh when you snuggle your face into his neck. “You tired?” You hum in response.

           “You want to go sleep some more in the bedroom?” Once he feels you nod against his neck, Haechan carries you to your shared bedroom. When he attempts to lay you down on the bed, you refuse to let go.

           Mumbling into his neck, you say to him, “I want to cuddle with you.” Petting the back of your head, he tells you, “And you will, once I put my bag down and change.” After hearing his response, you let yourself plop onto your bed, thinking the quicker you let go, the quicker Haechan will cuddle with you. Laughing at your sleepy behavior, Haechan goes to put his bag down and change. When he returns, he is met with the sight of you already back to sleep. Chuckling to himself, he goes to lay down beside you. Instantly you turn in your sleep and wrap your arms around him, snuggling into his chest. Before he shuts his eyes and let slumber take over, Haechan lays a gentle kiss on your forehead and wraps his arms around you.

A/n: okay but I can totally see Haechan calling his s/o bubby.

requested by @kkimyohan99 from this prompt list

56. “I could’ve died and you couldn’t have cared less.”

57. “Just get out. I- I don’t want you here, just leave.”

warnings: sensitive topic??

home, 8:18pm

“you can’t be serious.” your voice was laced with a type of pain you never wanted to feel again.

haechan sat up from where he lay on the couch, clearly alarmed by your tone. he was disheveled, indicating that he’d just woken up from a really good nap, and you would have thought it was the cutest sight you’d ever seen—under different circumstances. he twisted to place his feet on the ground and rubbed his eyes.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he yawned.

you flinched at his blatant disregard. “what’s wro—haechan i could have died! and you—you couldn’t have cared less!”

part of you felt bad for being so blunt, but your heart was broken. you watched his eyebrows shoot up, along with his body, and he crossed the room in less than a second. when he reached out to touch your arm, you pulled away. you watched the hurt and confusion wash over his face and for a second, you almost had the urge to wrap your arms around him and hold him like you normally would.

“i don’t understand.” he admitted. “what are you talking about?”

you let out a sound of disbelief and pressed your fingers to your temples. “haechan, the corner store was robbed—the cashier got shot and i had to stuff myself in a shelf and hide behind toilet paper. i called you, you declined. i texted you, you left me on read!”

at this point, the poor boys eyes went wide, but you were too heated to pay attention. “i was scared, donghyuck—i just wanted to hear your voice. i thought i was about to get—you know what? We’re done! Just get out.” you decided. “i-i don’t want you here, just leave!”

he made a move to grab you again but you flinched back.

“baby, hold on!” he had barely caught you by your sleeve. “i have no idea what you’re talking about, but i’m so sorry. i would have dropped whatever i was doing and rushed there myself if i knew!”

you felt the tears springing to your eyes again, confusion overtaking you. “but you did know!”

he sighed and took you into his arms, despite your resistance. “no, i didn’t. my phone and wallet got jacked on the subway today. i already filed the police report but i was waiting for you to get home so we could go get a new phone.”

“oh.” you took a second to process what he said, then just cried harder as the relief flooded through you. haechan stroked your hair, cooing to you until you finally calmed down. “i’m sorry, channie, i-i—”

he pulled away and held you by the shoulders, searching your eyes. “hey,” he said softly. ”i love you more than anything in this world. i want you to know that i would never make you go through that alone. i’m by your side through everything, i swear it.”

Warning: SMUT!! (Is this even a surprise anymore)

Pairing: Haechan x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your attractive af neighbor comes over for a movie night, but the scenario quickly changes from Netflix to chill ;))

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You were currently running around your living room, dusting the usually unimportant window sill for the 7th time, just to make sure no extra specks of dust made their way onto the wooden surface in the past 10 minutes. The panicked expression on your face perfectly matched your half attained hair bun, giving off classic mother-with-way-too-many-children vibes. Honestly, any other person would think you were getting your place ready for the president, or your boss, or any remotely important person. But no. The only thing on your mind at the current moment was the nervous sensation of not being nearly representable, despite the fact that Haechan was coming in half an hour.

Ah yes, Haechan. The insanely good looking musician boy next door. Practically the Prince Charming of your not so interesting life.

You snapped out of your daydreaming state, adjusting the last frame on the wall before rushing to your room. It didn’t take long for you to realise that you had no idea what to do, inside of the situation that you wanted to call a “first date.” In all honesty, you guys weren’t complete strangers, and this whole thing could be easily mistaken for two friends hanging out. So, naturally, you spent a good moment or two contemplating on what to do. In the end, you opted for letting your brushed hair down, and wearing a hoodie that looked casual enough for a stay in date, but cute enough to look flattering while you munched on popcorn.

You contently hummed, giving yourself a thumbs up in the mirror before going downstairs to wait for Donghyuck. And as if on cue, the doorbell rang twice, not three times because that would seem too desperate, and not once, because that seemed too unimportant.

Taking in a deep breath, you tucked your hair behind your ear as you carefully unlocked the door, revealing a sheepish Haechan. He awkwardly waved, almost shoving the popcorn bags he brought into your arms, making you giggle in response.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you said comedically, letting the slightly taller boy through the doorway. After locking the door, you gently tossed the popcorn bags onto the kitchen counter as you told him to make himself at home. Haechan hummed in response, taking his shoes off by the entrance and earning himself an interesting glance at his choice of banana socks. You admired his features as he took his coat off, noticing that he was wearing his nice jeans today, taking into consideration that he was usually in either ripped or patched pants. His fashion sense was on point though, just like his perfectly soft looking locks.

Donghyuck looked up at you, giving you a blinding smile once he caught your gaze. You brushed off the gesture as a friendly one, walking him to the couch in front of the tv.

“Did you think of any movies Donghyuck?” You asked as you tossed him the remote, him effortlessly catching it and plopping him self on the couch.

“Nah not really? Oh and call me Hyuck,” he said, almost as nonchalantly as his whole stance. His words made your heart skip a beat, making you stutter as you gave him a response.

“O-ok,” You said with slightly dusted cheeks, almost missing the smirk that he gave you as you turned on your heels to make way to the kitchen. Throwing a popcorn bag into the microwave, you leaned on the counter and observed Haechan’s laid back figure on your couch. The image made your thoughts race, making you wonder what it would be like if the boy was your boyfriend, perfectly fitting in your oddly empty apartment.

You were so enchanted with the way he switched through shows that you almost didn’t hear when the microwave alarm went off. Luckily, Hyuck didn’t see the silly way you burnt yourself while trying to empty the contents of the bag into a giant plastic bowl. The unique salty aroma of the popcorn filled the air as you walked to the couch, throwing yourself down on the spotless piece of furniture. Haechan glanced at you, but continued scrolling through sections, unable to decide.

It didn’t take long for an awkward silence to settle in, both of you on either side of the couch, not making anything but secret eye contact.

“Soooo....” you awkwardly let out, not really wanting to deal with this atmosphere for long.

“Sooo... what type of movie do you wanna watch?” He asked, turning how whole body to look at you.

“I don’t really mind, you choose.”

“How about a horror movie then?”

Oh.

In that moment you were faced with a really hard decision. Should you agree and try your best not to flinch for an hour an a half, or should you sound like a pussy right now? Your slightly horrified face probably gave everything away, since Haechan gave you a sly smile, turning around and selecting a random movie.

“Don’t worry, I’ll choose a less scary one”

And he wasn’t lying.

Or at least you guessed so, because for the past 30 minutes, your attention was on the mesmerizing way Donghyuck brought popcorn to his lips. Your eyes watched the way the salty snack made contact with his slightly parted mouth, his eyes still glued on the slowly unraveling plot.

But then, out of nowhere, his eyes darted to the side, directly landing on your lovestruck face. On instinct you jumped back, nuzzling your head in the pillow you were holding.

“Is the movie that scary?” He asked, shifting his figure a little closer to yours on the couch. You distanced yourself, trying your best to hide your slowly reddening ears. You stared at whatever the hell was on the tv, pretending to pay attention as you shook your head at his question.

“Are you sure,” he said in a tone way softer than before, but there was a hint of another emotion you just couldn’t pick out at the moment. You tried your best to keep your eyes from wandering as Hyuck was now seated centimeters away from your tense form. The suspenseful music coming from the tv speakers, and his radiating body heat we’re keeping you on the edge of your seat. You were aware of his every breath, every slight movement, every little gaze. Your heart rate sped up as you nodded your head, answering to his previous statement. Haechan’s body was now closer to yours than you would have ever imagined, his warm breath reaching your neck. You scrunched your eyes closed in expectation, not really sure what you were waiting for. With every second his face was getting closer, your bodies separated by a mere few inches of air.

“Boo.”

Hyuck’s almost whisper hit your earlobe, and ohjesusfuckingchrist did it give you chills. You gasped and flinched away from him, finally inhaling the long desired oxygen your body needed. You closed your eyes to compose yourself, Turing around to come face to face with the boy next door. Even though the bright tv screen was the only source of light in the room, it’s weak rays still perfectly overshined Haechan’s sunkissed skin. All rationality was lost long ago, the over exaggerated screamed in the background clouding your thoughts.

The proximity was killing you.

Your noses were almost touching, his warm exhales tingling the skin on your lips. His gaze would dart from your eyes to your mouth, and the way he licked his lips almost made you give in.

Almost.

“I’m gonna go make us some more popcorn!” You blurted out, swiftly rolling off the couch with the greasy plastic bowl in hand. You glanced back at Hyuck, who rolled his head back on the headrest, closed eyes and a chuckle escaping his mouth. Once you were out of his field of vision, you let yourself breathe, leaning on the counter. Now that you thought about it, you weren’t really sure why you ran away.

Maybe it was the tension? The fact that every second lasted an hour when your eyes locked? The way his smooth hand felt when it accidentally brushed yours?

You shook your head to snap out of your mini trance, running your hands through your hair out of frustration, not caring if you slightly greased it. You turned your body away after giving Donghyuck one last glance, giving your full attention to the microwave. You put the timer on and slightly leaned on the counter, your eyes following the turning motion of the popcorn the way a child followed a piece of candy. You were so absorbed in the decreasing numbers of the timer that you were completely oblivious to the looming figure behind you. That is, until a soft voice murmured something in your ear;

“You’re missing the whole movie, Y/n...” Hyuck’s soft voice creaped up on you once again, but this time you resisted turning around, just humming in response.

2 minutes left.

You could survive that long. Standing up straight, you rested your palms next to the microwave as you pretended to be interested by the occasional popping corn seeds. Hyuck on the other hand, wasn’t having it. He came closer behind you, his body close enough for you to feel its heat, but just far enough so that there was no contact.

1 minute left.

You desperately tried to do anything, but every fiber in your body was on fire, begging for his touch. Every cell on your skin sensitive just at the thought of his hands on you, anywhere. The thoughts were driving you crazy, and the way his mouth was just centimeters away from your neck was making you unconsciously bite your lip. Hyuck put his arms on either side of you, the lustful look in his eyes disguised as hunger for the unimportant snack in front of you.

20 seconds left.

His right hand sneaked it’s way over your palm, Hyuck entwining your fingers once you failed to pull away.

10 seconds left.

His soft, warm lips brushed your earlobe, making all your hairs stand on end.

5 seconds left.

His chest was finally in contact with your back.

0 seconds left.

At the beeping of the microwave, you turned off the machine, but you didn’t even get to take out the popcorn as Hyuck immediately grabbed your hips, turning you around. You looked up into his hooded eyes as he pressed your body in between his own and the kitchen counter.

“Wait Do- Hyuck, what about the movie-”

Your breath hitched as he abruptly lowered his head, pinning your waist against the counter as his lips almost touched yours when he spoke.

“I think it’s a little too late for that, Y/n,” he purred before closing the distance between you, the contact that you waited for finally happening. His soft mouth pressed against your own, your lips dancing to an unknown rythm as he massaged circles on your hipbones with his thumbs. You brought your hands around his neck, letting your fingers entangle in his hair as you needyly pulled on the strands. He smirked into the kiss, and in a matter of seconds grabbed your thighs, hoisting you up on the counter. As if on instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his clothed crotch against yours.

And somehow the moan you’ve been keeping in for a while slipped out. And that was enough to get Haechan riled up. He bit your lip, asking for entrance with his tongue, which you happily granted. As you both played around, you knocked down the long forgotten popcorn bag, and as you turned around to pick it up, you let your finger touch the still hot microwave glass.

“Fuck,” you hissed, retreating your hand almost as immediately as the burning sensation came in contact with your digit. Hyuck took your finger and gently pecked the burnt spot, giving you the softest look before motioning for you to jump.

You did so without thinking, wrapping your arms and hands around his body, letting him carry you out of the kitchen and back to the couch. The credits were rolling on the tv as he placed you down, crawling on top of you.

“Take your top off for me sweetie,” he demanded in a soft yet dominant voice, and your body reacted on its own, your stripped hoodie landing on the floor in seconds. The moment your body was exposed underneath him he sucked in air, smiling down at you as he traced circles on your tummy.

“Fuck you’re so pretty for me,” he breathed out as his fingers ran over your laced bra, finding their way back to your face. He sternly held your chin, making you turn your flushed face and look at him. Hyuck didn’t even think twice before smashing his lips back against yours, one hand lovingly holding your cheek as the other explored your naked torso. The kiss was so long and passionate, you had to pull apart to get some breath back into your body, a string of saliva still connecting your now bruised lips.

Hyuck didn’t mind that he was out of breath, letting his lips trail down your neck and to the valley between your breasts as he unbuckled your bra. You helped him throw it off to the side, trying to hold in a moan when his hands started massaging your chest. You desperately bit your lip as Donghyuck’s hands found their way to your underwear, slowly circling your already sensitive nub. The pleasure was so good it was almost impossible to hold back the sounds bubbling at the back of your throat, but out of nowhere, his fingers stopped moving.

“Let me hear your pretty sounds baby, don’t hold back ok?” He said huskily, but his voice still sounding like a melody to your ears. This time he pulled down your panties as well, chuckling at the way you covered your face once you were completely exposed to him. His mouth was back at your neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh, leaving beautiful art for you to admire tomorrow morning. Then, without warning, he dragged his index finger in between your folds, your juices coating him in seconds.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” he purred in your ear as his finger slowly slid into you without a problem. A little whimper left your mouth at the sensation you were finally getting, but one finger wasn’t enough. And as if he read your mind, Hyuck added another finger, pumping two disgust inside you before adding another. You finally moaned at the delicious way his fingers felt filling you up, the friction he was creating making your mind go numb.

But his pace was awfully slow, your throbbing core in need for more movement. You bucked your hips against his fingers, grinding yourself against him for a second before he pulled away, leaving you to feel empty again.

“You don’t get to orgasm if you aren’t patient babygirl,” he groaned in your ear, but the way his Jeanne’s tightened around his bulge made you feel like he was the one who wouldn’t be able to last long like this.

And you were right.

Haechan finally gave in, pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, his hard dick springing out and standing straight against his abdomen. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, gently rolling it on before positioning himself in between your legs. He teasingly rubbed his tip against your entrance before looking up at you for approval.

“You ready?” You nodded in response holding onto the seat beneath you, but Hyuck showed no sense of movement.

“Use your words babygirl,” he sternly said, streaking your inner thigh and making you buck your hips up, following his movement.

“Please Hyuck, fuck me,” you almost whined, but the sound quickly turning into a moan as he fully entered you. The room was quickly a mess, full of sounds of skin against skin and low grunts and moans. Haechan sped up, thrusting deeper and deeper with each hip movement. The fucked out look on your face fueling him to go even faster, pulling completely out before slamming his whole length inside you.

“Fuck, Donghyuck,” you moaned, rolling your head back on the armrest as He continued to skillfully move his hips. You felt the knot build up in your core, your walls slowly tightening around his already throbbing cock.

“Y/n I’m close,” he groaned in your ear as he put one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him better access to your sensitive spot. You were bothe seeing stars, chanting each others names as your movements became sloppier and sloppier.

And with one final thrust, Hyuck’s cum shot out as you both reached your climax, your juices spilling out of you like a waterfall.

“Wow...”

Though out of context the word meant nothing, right now, when it left Haechan’s mouth, it was as honest as can be. You were both a mess. A sweaty, panting, trembling mess. Hyuck collapsed next to you, a satisfied sound rolling off his tongue before he turned around to peck you on the lips once more.

“We should have done this sooner” you said, turning around to look at the boy who’s been living next door for the past two years.

“Tell me about it,” Hyuck chuckled, nuzzling his head against your neck as his arms lazily draped over your form. You propped yourself on your elbows, reaching out to grab a stray blanket off the floor and covering your bodies with it to preserve the heat. You both looked at eachother, shyly smiling before an idea popped into Hyuck’s head.

You'd been distant for some time now, figuring that he was just busy being an idol and having the insane schedules he does that this was just something minor. Couples grow apart all the time right? But they eventually grow from it and get through these patches, you and Haechan have before so why would right now me any different? You tell yourself these things repeatedly, day in day out every single time that he leaves your texts on seen. You even make excuses for him, saying things such as "oh hes busy he probably read it, typed a message and just forgot to click send I do it all the time". Your mouth says these things but the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach screams another theory, but its one you'd hate to entertain. Why would he want so much distance and going as far as flat out ignoring you.

13 days into this you finally get a reply to your texts, the screen lights up with a text from;

Haechannie 😶🌻: let's end it here. I want to break up, I couldn't find the words how until now. Sorry.

At this point the ground swallowing you whole doesn't sound so bad in comparison to being harshly dumped through text like this. The burning sensation in your eyes gets so much worse and you eventually begin to cry. Really cry. The type of cry that irregulates your breathing, makes your chest hurt from the force of the sob. Even while sobbing like this you manage to type out a message even with your tears falling on the screen;

"I thought you loved me?? What happened?"

The second you click send his reply comes through

Haechannie 😶🌻: I lied. I don't, I never have & never will love you.

You regret replying more than anything.

requested by @hyucksxx from this prompt list

56. “I could have died and you couldn’t have cared less.”

60. “Don’t hate me for this. You would have done the same.”

warnings: uh mention of death and serial killings?

middle of the desert, 1:03am

sometimes you wonder what your life would have been if you’d never met hyuck. probably boring; probably that same old 9 to 5 desk job, takeout every night, and standstill traffic on the 101. it wouldn’t surprise you if you’d spent over half your adult years trapped on that stupid freeway.

but then he came along, and everything got fun. he went by haechan when he met you, wouldn’t tell you his real name until he could “trust you.” you can imagine how surprised he was when you rolled into the bar the next night and called him donghyuck—that 9to5 sure had its perks. that’s probably about the time that he fell head over heels for you, and needless to say, you were already very very intrigued by the boy. but no matter how much you loved each other, you were both still pretty selfish.

no one in the world could convince you to throw yourself under the bus for them, even donghyuck. if it came down to it, between you and him, you’d always protect yourself—and you had no doubt he felt the same.

so you definitely weren’t surprised when you saw donghyuck slowly drop his shovel and sprint off back toward the hidden jeep over the detective’s shoulder. it kinda hurt though, knowing you weren’t about to get caught with your partner in crime. you always thought you’d get got together, and it would be like bonnie and clyde... or something. even though you’d probably pin the whole thing on him, and him on you. still, it would have been fun for you guys to look at eachother and know you did all of this together.

but no, you were in this alone, just like you’d expected.

“i finally caught you in the act.” said the exceptionallly dressed man. he’d been trailing you for a whole year now, and you could have kicked yourself for not keeping an eye out. he was obsessed with you! ever since that murder last spring—your wallet had been found at the scene, but you could easily explain it away as theft because she was a transient and, well, you were the perfect, sweet girl next door.

detective kim doyoung, however, didn’t buy it. you think he just got out of a bad relationship and needed some validation and that’s probably why he was stalking you at clubs and restaurants to try and catch you doing something illegal. but when you found out he was doing it of his own accord, you decided to take part in his game. you filed a police report on his “harassment” and got him fired—and maybe pissed him off a bit.

so there he stood in the pitch black, the only thing illuminating the area being the flashlight he held under his drawn firearm. you’d be lying if you said your heart wasn’t bouncing around in your rib cage, but you kept a poker face, leaning on your shovel like you were talking to a neighbor.

when you spoke, it was with a mocking type of humor, “i wondered when you would—took you long enough.”

he played along, chuckling himself. “you didn’t make it easy.” he confessed. “which is gonna make it so much sweeter when i can take you in and put you on display for all those fuckers who didn’t believe me.”

this made you go weak in the knees, but not in a good way. there was no way you’d let this crazy guy take you alive, and if you could help it, you definitely didn’t wanna die any time soon. suddenly you found yourself wishing for haechan—and not just so you could throw him in the line of fire. you wanted him to be there to just hold your hand.

your distraction must have been evident because detective kim made a point of calling you out on it.

“no one is gonna help you now, sweetheart. it’s just you and me.” he sounded so cocky, so confident. he didn’t realize he’d just screwed himself by giving you an idea.

you let out a laugh that was almost too evil before you spoke with a voice that dripped with sweet venom.

“that’s where you’re wrong, detective.” you cooed, shifting your eyes just behind his head. you made sure it was noticeable, but not an obvious ploy, and called out into the nothingness, “came to save me, baby?”

maybe his overconfidence got the best of him, maybe he was too excited; doyoung knew he made the wrong decision just as he went to spin around. but it was way too late. you had already lifted your shovel, and in a split second it was creating a sickening metallic thud against his head. you could feel the vibrations flooding back up your arms and into your spine, and it felt painfully good.

you heard him let out a low, weak groan, and clicked your tongue, shaking your head then going to search for his weapon.

you found his gun in the dim flashlight beam and sighed before firing a shot into his back. it was much much louder than you had anticipated, yet you shrugged, and fired one more round into his skull—just for good measure. you stood for a moment to admire your work, then quickly recovered the casings and kicked the detective’s flimsy corpse into the hole containing your initial half-buried murder victim. it was quick work to fill the grave, a newfound energy coursing through your veins. maybe it was because this time you killed someone with a real life—someone who actually had family and friends and a job to wake up to in the morning. it filled you with anxiety, but also gave you a kind of thrill that your usual victimology had stopped giving you. the fear of getting caught was beautiful. you wanted your heart to race like that every time you made kill.

once you assured that you’d covered your tracks, you set off to find your boyfriend and give him a piece of your mind. it wasn’t too long of a walk to the jeep hidden behind a large rock and some brush, however, you weren’t sure it would even be there by the time you got back.

much to your luck, it was—engine off and lights out. you peeked into the black interior to see haechan gripping the steering wheel, his forehead pressed into the leather. it almost looked like he was crying.

with a tap on the passenger window, you held up his discarded shovel and motioned for the startled boy to unlock your door. once you had thrown your tools in the back and climbed into the passenger seat, you ignored his bloodshot eyes and flushed cheeks. mostly because he was clearly trying to hide it, but also because it caused these horrid feelings deep in the pit of your stomach and somewhere in your chest.

“so what happened?” he questioned, his voice thick with emotion though he acted unphased.

you crossed your arms, pressing against the back of the seat and looking to the window out into nothing. “i killed him, obviously.” pause. “you could have helped me, you know? hit him from behind or something.”

he sighed, palming his face and leaning his head against the headrest. “i panicked.”

“bullshit!” you tightened your crossed arms. “i could have died! and you couldn’t have cared less.”

now he was rolling his eyes and turning his body to face you. you almost flinched at the sincere regret behind his features.

“don’t hate me for this.” he whispered. “you know you would have done the same.”

there was a moment of silence that was so loud it made you wanna crawl out of your skin. you let his words soak in. he was right, obviously. you would have gone out there and arrested him yourself if it meant you were off the hook.

“yeah,” you agreed. “i would have.”

another lapse of silence came, then heachan reached over to take your hand in his own. “when i heard those gunshots, i wanted so badly to get out of the car and run to you.

“my heart felt like it was ripped out and all i wanted was to be holding your hand and saying i love you until they didn’t feel like real words anymore.”

you felt your chest tighten at his words. neither of you were ever this sappy with eachother, and honestly, it wasn’t as bad as you thought. you leaned over and pressed your lips to his, kissed him until you saw stars. you kissed away the tears that had spilled over his cheeks and giggled when he cupped your face to do the same.

“i love you so much.” you said through your happy crying.