#haechanheadcanons

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊ ࣪Small, cute jealous moments✧

ᓚᘏᗢ pairing haechan x fem!reader

ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff

ᓚᘏᗢ wc 0.4k

ᓚᘏᗢ warnings established relationship, jealousy, haechan is possesive

ᓚᘏᗢ note this was sooo cute to write, jst love writting for haechan

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It was silly. You knew it, and yet you loved it.

Haechan had this way of getting jealous that you couldn't take seriously. It was never with anger or complaints, but with little gestures, lingering glances, and comments that made you laugh more than they should have. He swears he's serious, he swears he's intimidating. He's not.

That afternoon, for example, you went to pick him up from the practice room, where he was rehearsing a choreography. You were a little lost with one step, so one of the guys came over to say hello. He innocently put his hands on your arms, and as soon as he did, you felt that familiar gaze from the mirror.

Haechan stopped dancing, but didn't say anything. He just watched them silently, leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a very, very fake smile on his lips. When the boy walked away, he took a couple of steps toward you, as if he hadn't planned it in advance, and commented quite naturally:

“I don't think that's how you greet someone.” And before you could respond, he was already reenacting the scene himself, his hands gently guiding yours, his voice in a low tone he didn't use with anyone else. “Like this. Closer.”

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Jealous, maybe?” He let out a short laugh, tapping you on the forehead. “Please, I'm the most mature one here.” But he didn't let go of you until he was sure the guy saw him.

Later, when they left the place, he handed you a bottle of water with the lamest excuse in the world.

“Here, I saw you were tired.” “You saw me talking to someone for three minutes,” you replied with a laugh as you drank. “Exactly. That's tiring,” he replied with a satisfied smile that he didn't try to hide.

That night, when you were about to go to bed in your shared bed, he said something you didn't expect, as he doesn't usually admit when he's jealous.

“I don't like it when you laugh so much with others, and they're so close to you. I like it when you're with me.”

You laughed.

“What does that mean?” you asked, and when you saw him the next day, he still had that half-jealous, half-charming smile that only he could have.

And you thought that if that was what having a slightly jealous boyfriend was like, then you didn't mind at all.

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊ Wearing your clothes ✧

ᓚᘏᗢ pairing haechan x fem!reader

ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff

ᓚᘏᗢ wc 0.3k

ᓚᘏᗢ warnings established relationship, haechan and reader live together

ᓚᘏᗢ note guysss IM SO SORRY for not posting this yesterday. i completely forgot. today i had an important event and i was so revous. btw TYSM for all the support, its crazy how much this series liked you. have a great day and enjoyy :D

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Starting to live with Haechan was… a bit overwhelming. You loved spending time with your boyfriend, which is why you had decided to move in together. But that meant you never got a break from him.

He's a playful person by nature, so it was normal for him to tease you a little from time to time. But since you were sharing a bed, that “every now and then” turned into “almost always.”

“Damn, it looks better on me, don't you think?” He appeared in the mirror in your room modeling your new jacket. “What are you doing with that? It's mine!” you complained. “Oh, please, we live together. What's mine is yours.”

You sighed, letting the situation go. But wearing your clothes instead of his became more and more common.

Was he cold? Your new sweater was perfect. Was he spending the day at home? You have an old baggy T-shirt he can wear, right? Was his outfit simple? Your favorite cap complemented it.

Over time, it started to become something sweet to you. Like a gesture, a sign of his love. And he knew it. But when you started to become more open to sharing clothes, a sauce stain flew onto your favorite jacket.

You were upset with your boyfriend. The way that piece of food slipped off the fork was completely theatrical and unrealistic. He knew it, and he felt guilty. So he begged you for a long time, many times.

—I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

—I told you it's okay.

—I should have been more careful... but I can't help wearing your clothes. They make me feel close to you.

Oh. That was... very cute.

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊ ࣪Goodnight kisses✧

ᓚᘏᗢ pairing haechan x fem!reader

ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff

ᓚᘏᗢ wc 0.5k

ᓚᘏᗢ warnings established relationship

ᓚᘏᗢ note of course we had to close this flufftober with my boy haechan!! well, i have things to say kids.. thank you. like truly thank you. yhe support and the love that you gave last month its honestly CRAZY. so i hope you liked this flufftober and enjoyed as much as i did! love you and see you tomorrow

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The night had that kind of calm that only came when there was nothing left to do. The clock showed it was late, the hallway lights were off, and the whole apartment seemed enveloped in a sigh.

You were half asleep, curled up between the sheets, when you heard the faint sound of the door opening. You would recognize his footsteps anywhere: that calm, almost shuffling rhythm that revealed he was tired but happy to be there.

“I thought you were already asleep,” Haechan whispered, closing the door carefully.

You didn't say anything, just moved your head slightly on the pillow, your eyes half-open. He chuckled softly and left his cell phone on the nightstand before taking off his jacket and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Were you waiting up for me?” he asked hoarsely, stroking your arm over the blanket.

“Just a little,” you admitted, still sleepy. “I don't like sleeping when you're not here.”

He paused for a moment, a smile escaping him unintentionally. His eyes were soft, his hair slightly tousled, and he had that way of looking at you that fascinates you, somewhere between playful and tender.

“That sounds too cute, you know?” he said softly, as if he didn't want to break the silence in the room.

He leaned in slowly, resting one hand on the bed next to your head. The air suddenly became warm, filled with the scent of his perfume and his breath close to you.

“Good night, baby,” he whispered, brushing your nose with his.

The first kiss was soft, barely a touch. But then he gave you another. And another. One on the forehead. One on the cheek. One on the tip of your nose. And one last one, right on the corner of your lips, which made you smile with your eyes closed.

“What was that for?” you asked, laughing.

“That's for luck. In case you wake up in the middle of the night and miss me,” he replied, settling down beside you. “Silly.”

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close until your head rested on his chest. His heart beat slowly, setting a steady rhythm that lulled you to sleep.

“You know what?” he said after a while, his voice growing quieter. “I like this moment. When there's no noise, no rehearsals or performances, nothing. Just you and me.” “Me too,” you replied, barely moving your lips.

He stroked your hair, whispering that he loved you, so softly that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the fan. And just before falling asleep, he gave you one last kiss, the slowest of all, as if he wanted to stay there forever.

That night, sleep found you with the feeling of his arm around you and the memory of all those little kisses that, without saying much, said everything.

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊ ࣪“I saved the last bite for you”✧

ᓚᘏᗢ pairing haechan x fem!reader

ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff

ᓚᘏᗢ wc 0.3k

ᓚᘏᗢ warnings established relationship

ᓚᘏᗢ note tysm for the support to ery postt

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You had had a long day.

A very long day.

And the only thing you wanted when you got home was to throw yourself on the couch and never move again. Haechan was in the kitchen, humming something as he checked the oven. The smell gave you an immediate clue: your favorite food.

“I thought they had already eaten all of that for lunch,” you said, approaching him curiously. “Mmm… not all of it,” he replied, turning his back to you with that mysterious tone he used when he was up to something.

When you peeked over his shoulder, you saw a single serving on the plate. Perfectly served.

“Did you save that… for me?” you asked, smiling without being able to help yourself.

He turned around, leaning on the counter with a smile that you knew hid pride.

“Of course. I'm the best boyfriend in the world."

“You don't know how much I needed this,” you murmured, taking the first bite.

Haechan watched you, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, as if he were waiting for something.

“What?” you asked with your mouth full. “Not even a thank you, not even a kiss, not even an offering in my honor for resisting eating it. Nothing.”

You let out a giggle.

“Thanks, Haechan.” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went back to your plate. “That doesn't count,” he complained, frowning with feigned indignation. “Oh, no?” “No, because the sacrifice was enormous. That piece was talking to me, you know? It was saying, ‘Haechan, eat me.’”

You laughed loudly this time, and he took advantage of the moment to steal a bite from your plate with his fork.

“Hey! You said it was for me.” “I said I saved it for you, not that I was going to give you all of it.”

You had to give in; you couldn't get mad at him when he looked at you with that satisfied expression. You ended up sitting together on the sofa, sharing the plate and laughing at silly things, as always. And when you saw the last spoonful at the bottom, you hesitated.

“Do you want the last one?” you asked, offering it to him. Haechan smiled, that mischievous, warm smile that always melted your heart. “No. This time, the last one is all yours.” And with a wink, he wiped a little sauce from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Although…” he added, leaning slightly toward you, “I can charge you for it in kisses.”

✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊ ࣪Holding hands while walking ✧

ᓚᘏᗢ pairing haechan x fem!reader

ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff

ᓚᘏᗢ wc 0.4k

ᓚᘏᗢ warnings established relationship, physical contact

ᓚᘏᗢ note feeling mentally tired lately... but i loved writting this. i love haechan, thats all.

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The city center was crowded, but somehow, you two walked at your own pace. The cars, the hurried footsteps of the crowd, and the lights changing color every few seconds didn't matter. All that mattered was the way your hands brushed against each other again and again, until one of you decided to actually do it.

“Are you going to keep bumping my hand or are you going to hold it already?” Haechan said, with that smile that could melt anything, even your embarrassment.

You tried to sound calm, but the heat rose to your cheeks before you could answer.

“I didn't know you wanted to hold it.” He let out a little laugh, the kind that's a little mocking and a little tender. “Of course I do. Can't you see I've been waiting for about ten minutes for you to drop something so I can help you pick it up?”

You rolled your eyes, but you reached out your hand anyway. And as soon as his fingers intertwined with yours, something in the noise of the street seemed to fade away. The movement of his thumbs, making distracted circles on your skin, left you speechless.

“You see, it was better this way,” he murmured. “Now we really look like a couple.”

“And what were we before?” “An unfair situation,” he said, squeezing your hand tighter.

They continued walking, laughing, and even though the world kept turning around them, the warmth of his palm was enough to keep you focused only on him.

Sometimes he squeezed it tighter, other times he just swayed it slightly between his steps. From time to time, he would lift your hand between his to kiss the back of it, without warning, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And even though you knew he was doing it to tease you—because he loved to see you blush—every kiss made you smile anyway.

The sun was setting behind the buildings, painting the sky orange and pink, and when the traffic light turned red again, Haechan turned slightly toward you, with that expression of a boy who plays dumb but understands everything.

“You know what the best part about this is?” he asked, swinging his joined hands. “What?” “That now I can't let you go. And I don't plan on doing so for a long time.”