#nctdreamfluff

The moment Haechan walks through the door, you know he’s going to be clingy.

It’s in the way he dramatically sighs, tossing his bag onto the couch before throwing himself onto you, practically melting into your embrace like he’s been away for weeks instead of just a few hours. His arms loop around your waist, his face pressing into your neck as he groans.

“Finally,” he mumbles against your skin. “I missed you so much today.”

You smile, rubbing his back a little, but you’re on a mission tonight. A little harmless fun to see how long it takes before he completely loses it.

“I missed you too,” you say sweetly, before gently pushing his face away from your neck. He blinks up at you, eyes warm and expectant, lips already puckering up for a kiss—only for you to turn your head at the last second.

Haechan freezes. His lips land on your cheek instead, and he pulls back immediately, blinking in confusion.

“Uh… hello?” he says, narrowing his eyes at you. “What was that?”

You pretend to be oblivious. “What do you mean?”

He squints harder. “Babe, I was about to kiss you, and you just—” He mimes the way you turned your head. “You dodged me.”

You shrug, fighting a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A slow pout starts forming on his face, his lower lip jutting out. “What do you mean you don’t know? You literally just rejected me.”

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did!” He gasps like you’ve personally offended him. “Do you—do you not love me anymore?!”

“Haechan—”

“Oh my God,” he groans, flopping onto the couch like the dramatist he is. “My wife doesn’t love me anymore. I leave for a few hours, and suddenly I’m unwanted.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart warms at how ridiculously cute he’s being. Still, you keep up the act, brushing past him like you didn’t just watch him fall apart dramatically.

“Okay, I’m gonna go start dinner.”

“No, no, no, wait,” he cries, scrambling up to follow you. He latches onto your back like a koala, his arms locking around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Babe, don’t do this to me. Kiss me, please.”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean nope?” He sounds genuinely distressed now, wiggling in your hold like a restless child. “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel like it.”

The sound that leaves his mouth is borderline inhuman. “You don’t feel like it? But—but kissing me is, like, your favorite thing ever! You always say I have the softest lips! That I’m—”

You casually reach for a pan, still ignoring him. “I changed my mind.”

Another gasp. “No, you didn’t!” He quickly moves to stand in front of you, his big brown eyes widening to their full puppy-like potential. He clutches at his chest like you just stabbed him. “You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.”

You stare at him, pressing your lips together like you’re considering it. Then, as if to twist the knife deeper, you hum, “I don’t know… Maybe I’m just not in the mood for kisses today.”

He grips the counter behind him for support, like your words have physically weakened him. “Babe, you’re literally killing me.”

“I think you’ll survive,” you say, smirking.

“No, I won’t.” He grips your wrist desperately. “I need kisses to function. It’s like oxygen. You’re depriving me of air.”

You burst into laughter, unable to help it. “You are so dramatic.”

“I am not!” He whines, shaking you a little. “You don’t understand! My whole day has been so hard, and the one thing I was looking forward to was coming home to my beautiful wife and showering her with kisses, only to be treated like this!” He sniffs, looking away like he’s trying not to cry. “This is emotional abuse.”

You snort. “That is not what emotional abuse is.”

“It feels like it.” He pouts harder, his lips curling like he’s about to full-on sulk. “I don’t know if I can go on like this.”

You decide to push him just a little further, crossing your arms. “Okay, then. If you have to kiss someone, go kiss Mark or something.”

His jaw drops. “Kiss Mark?”

You shrug. “Yeah. Since you need kisses so bad.”

He scoffs, looking deeply, deeply betrayed. “I don’t want Mark’s kisses, I want yours!”

“Well, too bad,” you say, biting back another smile.

For a moment, he just stares at you, completely still. Then, as if he’s made up his mind about something, he launches at you.

You squeal, stumbling back as he grabs your face, trapping you against the counter. His eyes are dark with determination, his lips pressed into a firm line. “You leave me no choice, babe.”

“What—”

Before you can react, he starts attacking you with kisses—messy, exaggerated, over-the-top smooches all over your face. You burst into giggles, trying to squirm away, but he doesn’t let you, peppering your cheeks, nose, and forehead with dramatic mwah sounds.

“You think you can ignore me?” he mumbles between kisses. “Huh? You think you can deprive me?”

“Haechan—stop—”

“Nope! I will get my kisses one way or another!”

You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe, weakly pushing at his chest, but he only doubles down, squeezing you tighter. Finally, when you’re on the verge of wheezing, you surrender.

“Okay, okay! You win!”

He pauses, his lips hovering inches away from yours, eyes twinkling with triumph. “Say it.”

You roll your eyes. “I love you, okay? You’re my favorite, and I’ll never ignore you again.”

His smirk grows. “And?”

“…And I was just messing with you.”

He gasps. “I knew it!” Then, without another word, he finally presses his lips against yours in a long, sweet, desperate kiss that makes your toes curl.

When he pulls away, he looks deeply satisfied, his pout completely gone. “That’s more like it.”

You shake your head, amused. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re mine,” he hums, hugging you close again. “And from now on, I’m enforcing a no ignoring me rule, okay? Especially when it comes to kisses.”

You pretend to think about it. “I’ll consider it.”

He glares playfully. “Babe—”

You giggle, leaning in this time to kiss him first. And, just like that, all is forgiven.

                                                     ~~~

You arrived at Han River whilst the sun (the literal sun and your favourite sun in human form, Haechan) was shining brightly. It felt so good to let the sun brush against your skin delicately after weeks being coped up with work commitments. The air was fresh and crisp as the light breeze lightly swayed your white skirt. With Haechan’s hand finding its way to find your delicate fingers and intertwines with your soft hands, you were feeling giddy and excited for your date! 

As you and Haechan found a cozy corner under a big shady tree across the park, you both started to lay out the picnic items and took photos of each other candidly. You took your time and laid on the blanket with Haechan after you both had settled down being cheeky with each other. You faced each other and unexpectedly locked eyes. You felt your heart thumping from being flustered. Haechan, on the other hand, was very confident in his gaze to you as he intently looked at you with admiration and love—honestly, he questioned himself everyday how did he end up with such an angel like you. 

Suddenly, Haechan leans forward to your face and lands his soft plush lips on your nose for a quick peck. “ I love you!”, he said on a whim. You hide your flushed red face with your hands. “I love you too!”, you mumbled to him as he stayed in a 5cm position away from your face. “...but let’s eat now okay?” you said with a chuckle. he nodded in response with a sheepish smile. 

You started to nibble on snacks and drink sparkling water in a fancy iridescent frosted glass flute that Haechan recently bought for you since you loved collecting fancy and cute glassware items recently. Your likes and dislikes are always observed by him and you are honestly so blessed to have him in your life. It’s always the little things.

You were talking about mundane things and chuckling like teenagers when you felt a droplet of rain on your arms. It started to drizzle moments after, you and Haechan scurried around to pack the things and run to the nearest gazebo that was not far from your picnic spot. As you both were running quickly to get to the shade as they were partially drenched already. 

Being a natural romanticist for you, Haechan held up his denim jacket above your head as you held the picnic basket in your hand. It was as if he knew this was going to happen—he doesn’t usually wear his denim jacket to a picnic date. Once you’ve safely arrived under the big white gazebo, he gives his denim jacket to you in one hand to make sure you keep yourself warm and another grabs the handle of the picnic basket to place it on the ledge. 

You passed the basket to him and wore his denim jacket over your shoulder. “Are you okay?” “Still feeling cold?” do you want something warm to drink `” or do you want to go home?” Haechan was rapping all these to you. You chuckled, “ no, no, don’t worry okay? I'm fine”. You smiled at him as he had a worried look written all over his face. You knew how much Haechan wanted this date to go well but sometimes the weather just alters your itinerary for the day.

You gave Haechan a sudden back hug because you wanted him to stay warm as well whilst waiting for the rain to stop. “Let's keep you warm too, okay”, you said briefly as you lay your chin on his back.  But, your boyfriend’s hands gently held your arms that were on his waist to shift the position to warm his arms on your waist instead — yes, now he was giving you a big warm back hug. 

His lightly calloused fingers encircle your waist and bring you close to his chest to let his natural warmth radiate through close proximity. 

“You know, I’m the only one who can give you a back hug and keep you warm, okay?”

He gave you a sweet peck on the side of your cheek from behind and swept your silky brown hair behind your ear only to mutter;

“Sorry the date didn’t work out as planned but let’s go for some ice cream after this okay and we can watch our favourite kissing booth movie together okay?”

You nodded and a smile crept up your lips as if it was a voluntary response from your body for Haechan.

“deal!”

...

Light, cautious taps on your shoulder caused you to jolt up from your resting position. Sensing a new presence, you turned your attention to your right, as you curiously removed your earbuds from your ear. 

In front of you stood a decently tall, lean man with dark cropped hair, covered by a dark navy baseball cap. Fiddling with his backpack straps, he had an apologetic expression on his face. “Hey, sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I sit there?” pointing to the empty space next to you. “There aren’t any other available seats.”

Slightly flustered by the sudden request, your eyes widened. “No problem, I don’t mind,” you quickly replied. “Let me move my things real quick.” 

After you removed your backpack from the chair, Mark dropped his bag over the edge of the table and sat down. “Thanks.”

“Hey, I’m Mark by the way,” he said quietly as he extended a hand toward you with a lopsided smile on his face.

Giving him a small smile in return, you gently shook his hand. “Hi Mark, I’m Y/n.”

Your introductions were cut short after the professor entered the lecture room and began introducing the himself, and the course topics.

As the lecture progressed, you noticed how fidgety your new seatmate was, twirling his pens between his fingers, or occasionally tapping his fingers on the desk to a light beat. You found his antics to be pretty charming.

Halfway through the lecture, the professor decided to hold a short break.

As you were writing down the last few points from the presentation, Mark turned to you. “So, what major are you in?”

“Biology.” you replied, as you fiddled with the pen in your hands.

“Really? What’s a bio major doing in a basic class like this?”

“I saved this class to take with a friend, but she bailed on me,” you said with a light laugh.

“Whaaat, how did that happen?”

“Her schedule got messed up, so she switched out last minute.”

Curious as to why he went silent, you turned to look at Mark.

With wide eyes, he said, “I think she’s the person who opened up a spot for me in this class.”

“Really? That’d be kind of funny,” you replied with a laugh.

“What? Noo I feel bad! You could have enjoyed this class with your friend.”

“It couldn’t be helped. Plus, I got to meet you,” you said with a smile.

Before he could reply, the professor resumed his lecture and started up his presentation once again.

...

Mark was glad the professor had stolen your attention from him after that exchange because Mark could feel his face and ears heat up.

“How could she say that so easily?” he thought.

It was hard for Mark to focus on taking notes because he was constantly fighting the urge to steal glances at his pretty seatmate.

Mark internally groaned as he held is face in his hands.

“Why am I acting like this?” he wondered. “It’s not like I haven’t dated anyone before.”

You were convinced that Lee Donghyuck—better known as Haechan—had been put on this Earth solely to test your patience.

Ever since he moved in next door, it had been one thing after another. First, there was his terrible habit of blasting music late at night, which led to a heated argument in the hallway at 2 AM. Then, there was the time he “accidentally” stole your package, swearing he thought it was his, only to hand it back days later with a smug grin and a finger heart. And let’s not even talk about the passive-aggressive notes you two had exchanged over things as ridiculous as thermostat settings and the shared laundry room.

But today? Today took the cake.

You stood at your door, holding a package that had very clearly been meant for him. Except, instead of some dumb gadget or questionable impulse purchase, it was your grocery delivery—his grocery delivery—which you had already started unpacking without realizing it wasn’t yours.

The horror dawned on you as you pulled out a carton of oat milk (you hated oat milk) and a brand of cereal you would never, ever buy.

“Ugh, of course,” you groaned, slapping a hand to your forehead.

Just as you debated whether you could pretend this never happened, your doorbell rang. With a resigned sigh, you swung it open to reveal Haechan, leaning against the doorframe with his signature infuriating smirk.

“Let me guess,” he drawled, eyes flicking to the grocery bag still in your arms. “Realized your mistake?”

You sighed. “I don’t know why I expected to get away with it.”

“Because you secretly love making my life miserable?” he shot back.

You rolled your eyes and shoved the bag at him. “Here. I didn’t touch anything. Much.”

Haechan peeked inside before raising a brow. “Did you—Did you eat my strawberries?”

Your silence was enough.

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Unbelievable! You complain about me being a bad neighbor, and yet you’re out here stealing my food?”

You groaned. “I’ll buy you new strawberries.”

“Oh, you bet you will,” he said, stepping forward. “In fact, you’re coming with me right now.”

“What?”

“To the store. You owe me.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, he had already started walking, fully expecting you to follow. And somehow, you did.

It wasn’t until you were halfway down the street, side by side, that you realized something strange: Haechan wasn’t being entirely insufferable.

In fact… he was kind of funny.

The way he narrated the grocery trip like it was a dramatic reality show, making a huge deal out of selecting the “best” strawberries, was oddly entertaining. The way he wiggled his eyebrows at you when you scoffed at his cereal choice—borderline endearing. And when he casually mentioned that he’d actually started adjusting his music volume so you wouldn’t yell at him, you found yourself staring at him a little too long.

Maybe—just maybe—Haechan wasn’t as terrible as you had always thought.

And that realization? That was even more annoying than all his antics combined.

The walk back felt different, lighter. You noticed the way his shoulder occasionally bumped yours, how he exaggerated his dramatic sighs just to get you to roll your eyes. When you reached your apartment doors, Haechan hesitated, eyeing you with a mischievous glint.

“You know,” he said, twirling a strawberry between his fingers, “I wouldn’t mind if you stole my food more often.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Oh, so now you’re encouraging bad neighbor behavior?”

He grinned, popping the strawberry into his mouth. “Only if it means I get to keep dragging you to the store.”