#nctdrabble

The air was thick with tension, the kind that settled between two people when too much had been said—and yet, not enough. You stood across from WinWin in the dimly lit practice room, arms wrapped around yourself as if the pressure of your own hold could keep you from shattering completely.

He wouldn’t look at you. His eyes were glued to the floor, fingers clenched into fists by his sides. You could see the rise and fall of his chest, the weight of unspoken words pressing against his ribs.

"You hate me. I get it."

Your breath hitched. "No, WinWin, I—"

You wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, but the words tangled in your throat. How could you? After everything that happened, after all the things you left unsaid, all the times you pushed him away when all he did was try to reach you?

WinWin let out a hollow chuckle, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. His eyes weren’t angry—they were tired. Worn out from the endless cycle of misunderstandings and unspoken feelings.

"No, it's fine," he said, voice quiet but firm. "I hate me too. It’s something we can have in common."

Your heart cracked at the way he said it, like he had long since accepted that he was impossible to love. Like he truly believed he wasn’t worth fighting for.

"That’s not true," you whispered.

He tilted his head slightly, an almost amused look crossing his features. "Then why do you always pull away?"

You swallowed hard. "Because… I'm scared."

WinWin didn’t move for a moment, but you could see the way his expression softened, just barely. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before looking at you again. "Scared of what?"

"Of ruining you. Of ruining us."

It was selfish, really. You had spent so much time convincing yourself that you were the problem, that staying away from him was for the best. That if you let yourself love him the way you wanted to, you’d only bring him down.

But now, looking at him, seeing the way he held himself together like he was afraid of breaking apart, you realized—

You had already hurt him by keeping your distance.

WinWin took a careful step toward you. "You don’t get to decide that for me."

You blinked, breath catching.

"If you hate yourself, then fine," he murmured. "But don’t use that as an excuse to push me away."

Tears stung the corners of your eyes as his words sank in. You had been so caught up in your own fears that you hadn’t even noticed how much it affected him. How much he had been hurting, too.

Slowly, hesitantly, you reached out. Your fingers brushed against his, and for a moment, he didn’t move. Then, ever so gently, he closed the distance between you, his hand warm against yours.

"You don’t have to go through this alone," he said softly.

Jaehyun sighed and wiped his wet hair against his towel and yawned sleepily. Jaehyun liked morning showers, he always showered before taking off for practice 

You  lie and stretch and roll around on his bed for sometime and after a while sit up to see your boyfriend shirtless. He always smiled when he saw you do goofy stuff 

you froze when you saw him: shirtless, wearing only sweats as he resumed putting on his deodorant in front of a mirror, he glanced at the pair of eyes staring at him from the mirror 

“enjoying the view?”, he smirked. 

“ye- NO”,you said the loudly. Jaehyun laughed as you tried to look elsewhere trying to hide the blush that had crept up on your cheeks  

He walked up towards you, pulling you up in a standing position and wrapped his hands around your waist, He pulled you close, pressed his forehead against yours .

“liar”, he whispered and smiled at you.

You were about to defend yourself but he spun you around , pinned you to the wall and pressed his lips to yours and kissed you deeply.You brought your hands up and started slowly tracing his muscles with the tip of your fingers, hands wandering around his body. Jaehyun shivered under your touch, he tightened his grip on your waist and picked you up making you wrap your legs around his waist. 

before you knew it you were pinned on the bed, jaehyun hovering over you. He kissed you passionately before shifting his attention to your neck, sucking and biting it till red spots appeared on your skin,His hands caressed your thighs, y'all were having a good time ;)

 that was until mork entered. 

“Hyung, its time to ....”, he cut himself mid sentence as his eyes widened at the sight in front of him 

“ MARK !”, jaehyun screamed, his cheeks turning red as he saw the younger boy “GET OUT !”

‘Uh ....... I -I ...didnt see anything guys”,mark stuttered 

“just get out mark!”, jaehyun screamed. 

the younger boy hurried out of the room with a red face, Jaehyun fell back into the bed and sighed. 

“haha mark is- “,you started, “such a cock block”, jaehyun finished and you giggled as you got up and helped jaehyun get dressed.

You took a deep breath, standing outside your family’s house with Ten practically glued to your side. He had his arm wrapped around yours, fingers loosely intertwined with yours, and his head resting dramatically on your shoulder.

"Do we have to go in?" he whined playfully, squeezing your hand. "What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m weird?"

You turned to face him, gently flicking his forehead. "First of all, they will like you. Second, you are weird."

Ten gasped, clutching his chest as if you had just mortally wounded him. "Excuse me?! You love my weirdness!"

You laughed, nudging him toward the door. "I do. But come on, my mom is already watching us from the window."

Ten straightened up immediately, but his hand remained tightly around yours. As soon as you stepped inside, your mom was already there, greeting you both with a warm smile.

"You must be Ten!" she said, pulling him into a hug before he could react.

Ten’s eyes widened, but he immediately melted into the embrace. "Oh, I like your mom already," he whispered, making you chuckle.

Your dad stood behind her, eyeing Ten with a raised brow. "So, you’re the famous boyfriend."

"That’s me!" Ten said proudly, squeezing your hand for comfort. "Y/N talks about me all the time, huh?" He shot you a teasing look, and you rolled your eyes.

Your younger sibling popped up from behind your dad. "Do you really dance better than Y/N?"

Ten let out an exaggerated gasp. "Better? Y/N, how dare they question my superiority!" He clung to you dramatically, hiding behind you like a scared kitten.

Your mom laughed, clearly already falling for his antics. "Come on, let’s eat before Ten permanently fuses himself to Y/N’s side."

At the dinner table, Ten was an absolute sweetheart—helping serve food, listening intently to stories about your childhood, and sneaking little glances at you like he was already planning to brag about tonight later.

At one point, your dad cleared his throat. "So, Ten. What exactly are your intentions with my child?"

You tensed, but Ten, still holding onto your sleeve, simply pouted. "Intentions? To keep them forever, obviously."

Your sibling snorted, and your mom bit back a smile, but your dad raised an eyebrow. "Forever, huh?"

Ten nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! Y/N is my favorite person in the world." Then, as if realizing how much he was confessing, he turned to you and whined, "Y/N, your dad is scary! Protect me!"

Your dad sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, I approve. But only because you’re the first person to make Y/N bring home someone this entertaining."

Ten beamed, resting his head against your shoulder again. "See? I knew they’d like me."

You groaned, but deep down, you were relieved. As clingy as he was, he had your family wrapped around his finger already.

Later, as you walked Ten to the door, he suddenly wrapped you in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. "Your family is nice," he mumbled. "But I missed having you all to myself."

You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. "You were literally attached to me all night."

"Not enough," he grumbled. "Now, come on, say you love me before I leave, or I’ll refuse to let go."

You rolled your eyes but leaned in, whispering, "I love you, clingy baby."

Ten grinned against your skin. "I knew it. You love my weirdness!"