#nct request

if jaemin takes a moment to count the minutes, hours, days, weeks he spends capturing the magic moments of somebody else's wedding instead of living by your side, a voice that sounds an awful lot like renjun's creeps into his mind to remind hjm that you deserve the world. most of the time, jaemin can dismiss that internal nagging voice with one quick roll of his eyes. he knows what you deserve. most of the time, jaemin doesn't doubt that he can give it to you.

but on days like today when you are separated by an ocean, when you decline all of his facetime requests because you're busy, when you only give a "haha" reaction to his latest text proposing a wedding date, jaemin's mind is tied in knots. his worst thoughts aren't narrated by renjun. instead, they're narrated by jaemin's college freshman self, the of himself who has known what it's like to lose your love.

you and jaemin been in love your whole lives. somehow, he has managed to wreck it only once, when he sabotaged everything with his fear of losing you to jaehyun. it wasn't an entirely irrational fear, jaemin still sometimes insists to jeno. in the few months that you weren't dating jaemin, you were dating jaehyun. and even when you came back to jaemin, it's not like your bridge to jaehyun was completely burned. now, jaehyun owns the arts center where you teach piano lessons. now, when jaemin reaches for a reason why you won't set a date for your wedding, the smallest darkest corner of his mind wonders if you're holding out for someone better, someone older, someone more stable, someone more present, someone like jaehyun.

"you're an idiot," giselle replies instantly whenever jaemin floats that idea in their text thread. but that's her response to everything jaemin says, so it's hard to take it to heart.

after jaemin loads all of his gear into his rental car, he sits behind the wheel. he has time before his gig starts, so he scrolls through his countless pictures of the two of you. maybe he could send one to remind you that you belong with him!

there's a picture of you as children. he's hanging upside down out of your treehouse and you holding him by the ankles; he could send that and write about how you still keep him grounded.

there's a bunch of pictures of the two of you from your first formal high school dance. you're both polished and perfect in the before pictures, but jaemin has always been partial to the after pictures because he thinks your lipstick looks even better all over his cheeks and neck and collar. he could send those and write that he can't wait to be home so you can kiss him again like you did after that dance. or he could write that as beautiful as you looked wearing your favorite color that night, you'll look even more beautiful wearing white on your wedding dress.

or maybe jaemin should pick something more recent. quickly, he scrolls past the college pictures. he still hates the reminders of your time apart. the last time he was home, he helped you bake treats for the art center's fundraiser. he made sure to take a bunch of pictures of you two in your matching pink polka dotted aprons. in all of the pictures, jaemin is smiling for the cameras but you--suddenly, jaemin realizes that you were smiling for him. his heart flutters, and his mouth goes dry, and he forgets whatever he might have written about wanting to lick chocolate off your lips next time you're in the kitchen together.

in your text thread, he begins to type: i think i've made myself homesick looking at pictures of us. whenever i'm gone on these jobs abroad, i tell myself that i'm doing what's best for us. i'm making money to support us. but i think if you told me you'd be happier if i worked closer to home, i'd never get on a plane again. i think if you told me we could set our wedding date when i get home, i'd find some way to get home yesterday. if any part of you thinks i take your love for granted, i'd try anything to show you that all my favorite moments of life are the ones when you loved me.

while jaemin is still texting, before he can press send, he receives a new message from you.

y/n: i bet you're getting ready for your gig now, so i've officially missed every chance to see your handsome face today 😔 if you're driving, that's definitely NOT an invitation to facetime me while you're on the road!! i'm home for the night, and i thought i should let you know that i hateeee how quiet is is when you're not here. maybe i don't tell you as much as i used to, jaem, but i will ALWAYS love you. i know that bc i literally have always loved you lol. i'm pretty sure i have pictures of us in diapers and in love.

memorizing your text after a reading it just once, jaemin facetimes you.

you answer with a smile. your smile quickly fades as you ask, "are you in the car?"

"i'm not driving!" jaemin clarifies quickly. "i'm about to go to work, but i just--" he comes within an inch of joking that he wanted to make sure you got to see his handsome face. but the sight of you makes something in his chest ache, so joking doesn't feel right. he asks, "what are the chances you'll marry me the second my flight lands tomorrow?"

jaemin is serious. he knows you must know that, but you laugh anyway. that smallest, darkest corner of his mind wants to pin this as proof that you're not ready to marry him or you'll never be ready to marry him. he tries to brush that off with a laugh.

"i doubt the airport is on the list of renjun-approved locations," you say matter-of-factly. then, you whisper, "but what renjun doesn't know won't hurt him."

while your smile makes jaemin's heart do cartwheels, the two of you trade daydreams about eloping at the airport tomorrow afternoon. mark will officiate because, surely, he has the authority to do that. jeno has to be there; he's the best man, after all. you figure your friends will riot if only your maid of honor, winter, is there. and even more than bemoaning an airport wedding, renjun would detest an airport wedding he wasn't invited to. and jisung would deny it, but he would cry it you got married without inviting him. so, within five minutes, your intimate airport elopement has evolved into a full-blown wedding ceremony!

all the while, jaemin knows that you deserve the real deal. jaemin knows that you deserve more than nostalgia and daydreams. and he has to believe that he's the one who can give that to you.

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Fucking you into the mattress as he moans desperate sorries into your ear, so high off you that he can’t stop himself from pervertedly rambling about how good it feels inside of you.

Even after two rounds he’s still not tired, his strokes just as sharp and quick as before.

‘j-ji…sensitive…it’s…too much…please.’ Your soft pleas don’t stop him though.

Your hot, slick, and soft walls feel so good around him. He loves the way they convulse and squeeze him so tightly.

To help you though the creeping overstimulation—which really just makes it worse, he’ll rub your poor, swollen clit.

His long slender fingers messily massaging the sensitive nub as he kisses you.

‘So pretty, so so pretty.’

It doesn’t take long for another orgasm to rip through your body. Making you tremble as you weakly push against his pelvis, trying your hardest to escape the almost painful pleasure.

‘m’sorry baby, so sorry just a little longer…you’re just—so pretty, you feel so good baby.’ He can hardly form a sentence longer than this, anything else and it’s incoherent moaning and whining.

You know when he says this he means at least half an hour longer, but poor overstimulated Jisung fucked himself dumb and all he cares about is being as deep inside of you as possible.

His words a slurred, incoherent mess. He’ll keep muttering mindlessly ‘just a little longer.’ His voice cracking and whiny as he fucks you faster.

When he finally gets close again his apologies stop, he goes silent—quiet grunts and heavy breathing leaving his mouth occasionally as he fucks the air out of your lungs.

His strokes going from somewhat calculated to messy, uneven, and wild.

The head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust, he’s so deep that he’ll likely leave you sore but all that’s on his mind is filling you up until he can’t anymore.

‘gonna…gonna cum…fu-fuck!’ His voice cracks as he cums inside of you, the thick and hot substance hitting your cervix so aggressively as he slams down into you. Remaining completely still as it spurts out.

It’s his third time coming that night and he finally looks a little worn.

His hair is a mess, he’s drenched in sweat, red from his neck up, and breathing like a man being chased.

Jisung stays completely still for a second, too sensitive and tired to move he just waits until he’s no longer hard; which takes a little too long for both of your liking.

When he’s finally calmed down, he makes sure to pull out slow. Knowing that he’d abused your poor pussy for far too long for him to be so careless.

‘I’m sorry baby, it wasn’t too much, right?’

You can only make manage to shake your head, closing your eyes as he lays beside you.

You and your son woke up early to make birthday pancakes for the birthday boy. It's a tradition that started years ago when you and Jeno started dating, he knew you loved pancakes so he took you out for breakfast and surprised you with a tall stack of your favorite pancake with a pink candle on top.

Now years later, here you are in your kitchen cooking pancakes with your son, Geonu, about to surprise your husband.

Geonu, now two years old, is at that age where you can let him join the fun. You love cooking and baking so usually he'd be right beside you as your little helper.

"Mommy, owy" his term for chocolate, pointing at the bowl of chocolate chips

"Want to put the choco chips? Okay, you do it like this" you carry him up, showing how and where to sprinkle it. You let him get a handful before you do the same, a few got stuck between his fingers and he immediately taste it

"You silly boy, you only wanted to get the chocolate huh" you tickle him, eliciting giggles from your little boy. Geonu is a splitting imagine of Jeno, when he was born and Jeno's mom said he look3d exactly like Jeno when he was born. And as the years passed by Geonu's showing more resemblance with his father.

Your favorite one being their identical eye smile.

You finish cooking the pancakes, fixing a stack to surprise Jeno with. Carrying the plate in one hand and Geonu with your other.

Opening your bedroom door, you see your husband still fast asleep. His bare back towards the door, you set Geonu on the bed and he immediately crawls towards his dad. Climbing on his back and laying his head right on Jeno's head.

Jeno feels something on his cheek, something settles on his back too. After a few seconds he can feel something wet on his cheek, a tiny voice gurggling.

A smile appears on his face before he could even open his eyes. He peaks with one eye, turning to see you at the edge of the mattress with a plate of pancakes and his son giving him his morning kisses

"Good morning, happy birthday baby" you tell him. He carefully move Geonu from his back to his lap, sitting up to blow the candle

"Geonu, let's make a wish. Okay 1 2 3" the little boy blowing the candle with Jeno, you sit infront your boys watching them with smitten eyes

"Thank you, baby" he tells you, leaning over to give you a kiss

"So how does it feel to be a year older?"

"I'm only a few months older, this would be you soon" he teases you back

One of many birthdays you've celebrated together and now you have your little bundle of joy to celebrate with. There's really nothing Jeno would wish for, he already has everything he needs. He used to wonder if settling down was something he'd do, he didn't really see himself as a family man. He's fine being on his own until he met you.

Ever since then, there isn't a moment he wanted to be alone ever again. He knew he was going to spend the rest of his birthdays with you the moment you smiled so big at him at that breakfast diner a few years ago.

He finally knew what real contentment feels and it's this. Mornings with you and the little boy who is equal parts of him and you. Celebrating birthdays with a tradition the two of you made.

"Let's have breakfast downstairs, I made eggs and bacon and coffee" you tell him, getting Geonu from then standing up from the bed.

Jeno sets the plate down on the bedside table before giving you a hug by the waist. Your hand finds his hair, giving him a half hug.

"I love you so so so much" he mumbles, looking up at you

You lean down to kiss him again, after a few seconds you feel a hand separate the two of you making the two of you laugh

"Uhhhh what is this? She's mine before she was yours" Jeno tells his son, giving his tummy tickles.

"Okay okay let's go get breakfast, we have a full day ahead. You go get dressed" you tell Jeno, knowing full well what's underneath the sheets

He smirks at you, waving as you walk out the door

Your knee ached. Another reminder of your injury.

You took a sip of your seltzer water. It was well past ten pm. Jaehyun was sleeping already- you'd have knocked him out if he wasn't. He needed to be awake by 5 the following morning, and as his coach so did you.

The engagement ring that used to belong to Jaehyun's grandmother glistened in the dim hotel lounge. You huffed. You set the glass down, prepared to simply go upstairs, shower, and climb into bed with your fiancé.

You felt eyes watching you.

You looked to the right of the TV, your eyes meeting that of your fiance's former best friend.

"What are you doing here?" Johnny was smiling like a buffoon, his hair longer than you would have liked and his shirt covered in sweat stains.

"Jaehyun’s at the tournament."

Johnny didn't respond to this, instead he let his smile drop as his eyes caught the ring on your left hand. He moved towards you as if the diamond was a siren calling him before he sat down at the empty seat across from you.

"It was his grandmother's," was what you settled on. A part of you knew you should tell Johnny to fuck off. Not only was he Jaehyun's competitor, but he was also your ex.

He was the reason you can't play tennis anymore.

Your knee ached again.

"How is she doing?" Johnny asked. It had been so long since had seen either of you. When you two had broken up, Jaehyun's grandmother was still kicking.

"She died a few years back."

"Do you love him?" his eyes finally removed themselves from the ring to meet your gaze.

"Why do you care? You two aren't friends anymore."

Johnny, instead of scowling and snapping like a normal person, chuckled lightly as he allowed his eyes to wander all over your form.

"Do you want to go outside for a smoke?"

"I stopped smoking in college."

"So you don't want to go outside together?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at this.

“We’re engaged.”

Johnny’s smile dropped, “We.”

He repeated that word, his face contorting as if the word itself was heavy on his tongue.

Even disheveled, clearly having just finished practicing, Johnny was handsome. More than that, even. He had fully grown into his height. Before, when he would sit idle a hunch would form as if to shrink himself smaller. Now, he sat tall as he studied your face.

You looked past his face at the tv in the lounge. They were playing highlights from Jaehyun’s match, and the match from that bitch.

“I need to be back in an hour.”

“Baby, for you, I’ll make do with anything.”

******

Johnny was just like you remembered. His shoulders were broader now, the motel he was staying at was just as cheap as you anticipated, and he fucked you until you saw stars.

“You got back late,” Jaehyun noted the following morning. He already was drinking his green juice once he finished his physical therapy.

“I had to finalize your Aston Martin ad,” you replied briskly. You checked the time on your watch- ten minutes until you had to go.

You would feel remorse for what you did if Jaehyun didn’t play like shit yesterday.

“Ah,” he nodded before his face flinched.

“What is it?” You asked, having caught the frown that appeared between you scheduling your ride to the courts.

“You… maybe it’s just the lobby,” he muttered to himself.

“Jaehyun? Get it together man you’re going up against Nakamoto today,” you rolled your eyes, stood up from the coffee table and maneuvered to the door of the hotel room.

“You smelled like this cologne I used to wear in high school. That’s all,” Jaehyun spoke up now, seemingly more confident. You hesitated slightly as you grabbed your shoes by the door, but it was so small you knew he didn’t catch it.

“It was probably just the smell of the hotel lounge.”

Johnny was such a loser. Of course he was still wearing the same cologne from high school. Of course Jaehyun also wore the same cologne back then, too.

The rush of people before a tennis match always sent a thrill down your spine. You walked closely next to Jaehyun, reminding him of each small issue you caught from his match yesterday.

“Remember Nakamoto gets frustrated easily, so you just need to survive longer before he starts slipping. He always is far weaker in his last sets,” you were mentally going over your notes after your previous review of Jaehyun’s competitor.

“Good luck out there, Jae,” his voice was fleeting, but the two of you made eye contact with Johnny who sent a wink your way before purposefully bumping shoulders with Jaehyun.

The two of you slipped into the room Jaehyun was assigned prior to the match, a small window high above Jaehyun’s head.

“Do you feel pre-?” you were cut off.

“You fucked him, right?” Jaehyun’s voice was so soft, you almost didn’t hear it as you were shuffling through your bag.

“Jaehyun, what are you talking about?” You lied through your teeth, taking out his protein bar. His gaze narrowed.

“I smelled his cologne while he walked past us,” Jaehyun snapped. You blinked quickly, not responding as you watched his breathes get heavier.

“You barely won yesterdays match. You’re gonna lose.”

Your shitty reply did it. He spit out his gum onto the floor and tore your purse off your lap.

“Jaehyun!”

He didn’t respond, instead shoving your hands aside as he snatched your panties off, leaving you in your tennis skirt on the wooden bench

“I’ll show you I’m better, and I’ll kick Nakamoto’s fucking ass,” he was knelt down in front of you, his eyes determined. You didn’t respond. You just slowly opened your legs, and allowed him to bury his face between them.

From the beginning, you knew dating an idol wasn’t going to be easy. You were supportive of his career and tried your best to be understanding. Even if it meant canceled dates, and not seeing each other for weeks.

It’s been one of those months where your boyfriend has been busy preparing for his group’s upcoming album. When he did have free time, you guys couldn’t go out like normal couples. So Jeno would often invite you to his dorm, which you were fine with.

By the time you came over, however, you’d find him engrossed in some video game on his computer. All he mumbled was “hey,” when you entered his room. Other than that, he barely acknowledged your presence.

This has been happening a lot lately. You’d be sitting on his bed, pretending to be occupied with your phone. Every so often you glanced over to watch his hands dart from the mouse to the keyboard as the colorful screen shined through.

“Jeno-ssi,” You called his name softly. “Do you think we could—”

“Hold on, Jagi. Let me just beat this level,” He replied, without even looking at you.

These instances bothered you more than you liked to admit. You weren’t someone who called for a lot of attention from others, and it wasn’t like you were one of those clingy girlfriends. Was just a few minutes away from his gaming asking too much of him?

It wasn’t like you could do much at his dorms. But he could still make some effort to talk to you, right? Especially not seeing each other for days.

Nonetheless, you told yourself that you were just being oversensitive. You didn’t have the right to be upset. He was probably so tired from work, and he was relieving some stress through gaming. Who were you to criticize him?

You’ve always been the insecure type, nothing new. You’d get over this feeling soon, you told yourself.

A few days ago, you went to lunch with some of your university friends. Aside from the classes you shared, they often talked about their boyfriends. Oddly, you could never fully join the conversation because you hadn’t told them about Jeno. With him being an idol, it was safer to date quietly with very few people knowing.

“How are you and Dongmin doing?” One of your friends asked Misoo who was sitting across from you.

Misoo groaned, seeming annoyed by just the mention of her partner. “He’s been so frustrating lately. He always out with his friends and doesn’t answer my texts. He acts like I’m not even there.”

You sat up in your seat when hearing your friend was going through a similar situation. 

“Seriously? That’s awful,” Your other friend, Seona commented.

“Yeah, I’m probably going to break up with him,” Misoo sighed.

“But…haven’t you guys been together for almost a year now?” You asked, unsteadied by your friend’s words.

She nodded sadly, “We have. But when guys focus too much on their own thing and stop putting effort into the relationship, that means he isn’t interested in you anymore.”

“Really?”

Seona placed a hand on Misoo’s shoulder. “I agree. It’s better to break up now before you guys fight more and start to resent one another.”

That night, you lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. Sleep was out of the question when your friends’ words kept replaying in your head. Did Jeno not want to be with you anymore? 

He had become such a crucial part of your life. Jeno was always there during your hard times—even when you tried to push him away. The thought of separating from the one person that brought you so much happiness terrified you. You didn’t know if you could handle it.

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“Is everything okay?” Jaemin sat down beside him after dance practice one day. He noticed the boy wearing a troubled expression.

Jeno sighed, “(Y/n) has been acting weird lately.”

“Why?”

“I asked her if she wanted to come over the other day. But she said she had a lot of homework to do, so she couldn’t.” 

He pulled out his phone to show Jaemin their past texts. All of your responses were short and turning down his invites. He also brought up how you haven’t been sending him the random cat videos you usually did.

“Maybe she’s mad at you,” Jaemin suggested.

Jeno leaned back against the couch, trying to think if he did anything to upset you lately. He then remembered the last few times you came over, and that’s when he realized. He’s barely paid any attention to you because he was so preoccupied with his game.

“Ugh, I messed up,” He groaned.

The latter gave his friend a quizzical look when he stood up. “Where are you going?”

“To see (Y/n),” Jeno answered quickly, grabbing his jacket. “I need to talk to her.”

You had been at home all day, doing homework, and studying for other classes. Trying not to think about Jeno was hard. Filling your time with university work was the only distraction you could come up with.

Late in the evening, your doorbell buzzed. Of course, the last person you expected to see was there when you answered the door.

“Jeno-ssi?” 

His ears were flushed red from the cold, as he stood with flowers in his hand and a box of chocolates. Not knowing what to think of this, you ushered him into your apartment. 

“What is all this?” You asked as he gave you the bouquet. Giving gifts was a rare thing between the two of you. 

Jeno scratched his head, “Jaemin said that blue hyacinths are the best apology flowers.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” You frowned, even though you were touched by this romantic gesture.

“No, I think I did. I’m sorry for taking our time together for granted.” He took your hand. “You’re always so understanding and patient. I shouldn’t have been so careless.”

The relief that washed over you was so heavy. Jeno’s eyes widened when he saw you begin to tear up. He quickly wrapped his arms around you. You closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into his embrace. It felt like it’s been so long since you guys hugged like this.

“I thought maybe you lost feelings for me,” You confessed quietly.

His arms squeezed tighter around your waist, and you felt his lips brush against your hair.

“Pabo, my love for you will never leave,” He spoke softly. “I’ll do a better job of showing you that, from now on.”

Looking back, this was just a minor bump in the road that the two of you were able to drive over. Jeno made sure to treasure you more so that you’d never feel insecure about your relationship again.

But it was useless, your dad probably wasn't even at home as he was always working late in the office. And sadly that was already the end of your options.

"This sucks", you pouted, kicking the ground in anger. You sucked in a sharp breath, trying to compose yourself again. "Sorry", you mumbled to the ground you had just let your anger out a few seconds ago.

"Did you just apologize to the ground?"

Startled, you looked up to find someone walk up next to you. Lee Haechan.

Of course, out of all people he had to be here with you. Lee Haechan. The Lee Haechan that made fun of you since the beginning of the school year, making your already bad days even worse.

"You've always been a special one", he chuckled, taking the seat next to you.

You looked to the opposite side, rolling your eyes at his teasing comment.

"Let me guess, you missed the bus", he tried to start a conversation once again.

Slowly you turned your head toward him, Haechan already looking at you with an unreadable expression. As always.

He wore his grey school uniform, minus the tie that probably no one liked to wear anyways. His hands were in his pockets and his head was slightly tilted as he watched you with his chocolate brown eyes.

"You don't talk much do you."

"And you talk a little too much", you countered, flashing a fake smile.

Haechan giggled, not used to you talking back and being sarcastic. "Oh it talks."

"I do talk, i just don't like to talk to you that's all", you explained, looking away from him again.

"Why's that?" Haechan sounded actually curious.

"Because you're mean to me."

He laughed at your comment and you glared at him in response. "What's so funny."

He lifted one hand and put it on your shoulder. "You think that? I don't mean the things I say, y/n, it's just for fun", he chuckled, "i thought you knew that."

It was hard to believe anything he said.

"Stop it Haechan", you stood up from your spot on the bench, yanking his hand away. "Stop playing stupid games with me, just leave me alone."

You walked away from the bus station, deciding to walk home instead. You didn't want to wait at that stupid bus station any longer, especially not with Lee Haechan.

"Hey wait", Haechan ran after you, matching his steps with yours. "Just because I tease you doesen't mean I hate you. In fact-"

"I don't care, Haechan."

"But I was just trying to tell you-"

"No. I don't wanna hear your stupid excuses", you hissed, trying to walk faster.

Haechan grabbed your arm and turned you around so suddenly, you bumped into his chest, almost losing your balance.

"I got you", he said softly, still holding onto your wrist. His touch sending shivers down your spine.

You looked at him in silence for a moment, never having been so close to him before. For the first time, you noticed the little moles that decorated his soft and beautiful face.

His eyes sparkled even if it was dark and the only light came from street lamps around you. He smelled of flowers and vanilla, sweet but not too strong. His hair was of a caramel color and you felt the urge to run your hand through his dreamy locks.

"I'm pretty sure you have no idea what I really think of you", he suddenly whispered. He moved his hand to grab yours and lifted it to put it on his chest where his heart was.

"Do you feel that?"

"Your heart is beating so fast", you realized. It seemed to almost jump out of his chest and you wondered why.

"I think you're the most gorgeous person I have ever met. You're so smart and funny and my knees get absolutely weak when I'm around you", Haechan whispered again.

Your mouth fell open a bit at his sudden confession. "Is that why you never really talk to me?"

"My mind goes blank when I'm close to you. The only thing I can think of are those teasing comments. I wouldn't know what to say to you or how to tell you what I feel for you."

"But you're doing it right now."

"I know", he chuckled softly, " it takes everything in me not to explode right on the spot. And it's hard to hold back the urge to..", he paused for a second, his eyes traveling down to your lips.

"To kiss you."

Feeling overwhelmed and a little too confident, you leaned in closer to gently connect your lips to Haechan's in a tender kiss. His lips were warm against yours and he tasted of fresh mint.

He melted into the kiss and with his free hand he cupped your cheek.

"Oh wow", Haechan mumbled after you leaned back again. "That was, I- wow."

You giggled, heat rising to your cheeks. Even Haechan was flustered, rubbing the back of his head.

After a moment of silence, he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Do you want to take the subway together? I'll take you home if you want?"

You nodded, a smile spreading on your lips. You had never felt such butterflies in your stomach.

You slowly walked to the next subway station, shyly glancing at each other every now and then. Haechan suddenly bursted out in laughter.

"I've never seen you so confident in my life", he realized, still not over the fact that you kissed him first.

"Well you only live once, right", you shrugged, also bursting out in laughter. Haechan stopped in his tracks, his hand never letting go of yours.

Haechan smiled gently, staring lovingly in your eyes, as if he couldn't believe his own luck. Finally, after having a crush on you for so long, he was able to confess. "If we only live once i wanna live with you", he almost whispered.

You smiled back at him, feeling your heart beat against your chest. And then you started laughing again.

"Too cheesy?" Haechan continued walking, earning a little smack to his shoulder from you.

"Definitely too cheesy", you chuckled.

"You're gonna have to get used to that", Haechan laughed, both of you walking down the stairs to the subway station. Hand in hand, laughter echoing in the night.

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a/n: hi and hello :3 so.. another little haechan request, thanks so much anon for the cute idea, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do :] let me know what you thinkk