haechan always carried himself like he knew the ending to every story before it began. there was something about the way he walked into a room, like the space adjusted around him. his voice, always playful, laced with a kind of confidence that made people look, listen, laugh. and lately, that voice, that energy, had been aimed at you.
it started slow. barely-there glances that you could’ve ignored if they hadn’t lingered. words tossed your way like pebbles across water, light, easy, meant to ripple. little comments dropped between passing moments:
“you busy this weekend?”
“i still think we’d make a good pair.”
“just say the word, and i’ll show you the best night of your life.”
he asked again the next day. and the one after that. it was just part of the usual banter. you’d roll your eyes, throw a playful comment back, and he’d grin like you’d just said yes.
and maybe it was just a game. maybe he did this with everyone. but secretly? your heart fluttered every time. because beneath the smirk, there was something steadier in his gaze. something that felt like he meant it.
so the next time he said it, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, mouth curved like he already knew your answer, you just looked at him and said:
“okay.”
his face shifted like you’d knocked the air out of him.
“wait— seriously?”
“take me out,” you said, arms crossed now too, mirroring him. “let’s see what all the hype’s about.”
for the first time, haechan didn’t have something clever to say. he just blinked, lips parting like he had ten replies lined up but none that made sense anymore. then, slowly he smiled. softer this time. almost shy.
“you won’t regret it.”
you just shrugged, trying to play it cool while your heart thudded in your chest. “we’ll see.”
friday came faster than you expected. the hours slipped by too quickly, the day blurring into golden dusk before you could settle the nerves in your stomach.
you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your outfit for the third, maybe fourth, time. your phone buzzed.
haechan: i’m outside :)
you grabbed your bag, took a deep breath, and headed to the door.
you opened the door and froze for just a moment. you almost didn’t recognize him. gone was the loud, overly confident haechan from the studio.
this one had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, hair messy in that way that looked accidental but probably took twenty minutes.
his eyes met yours, and then dropped, fast, like looking too long might give something away.
“hey,” he said, voice softer than you’d ever heard it.
“hey.” you stepped out, pulling the door shut behind you. the air between you buzzed with something new, something quiet and nervous and real.
he looked at you again, a little longer this time.
“you look… wow.” he cleared his throat. “i mean— really good.”
you smiled, tilting your head. “that’s it? where’s all that confidence you were bragging about?”
he let out a breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “turns out i’m a lot braver when i’m just talking.”
you didn’t say anything to that. just walked beside him, letting the silence stretch comfortably as your steps fell into sync.
at the restaurant, the lights were warm and low. the kind of place you weren’t expecting him to choose. no loud music, no big crowd, just a quiet corner table and the soft hum of conversation around you.
he held the door open without making a thing of it. pulled your chair slightly when you sat. and all through dinner, he was different. still funny. still himself. but there was no act. no show. just him, listening. asking questions. laughing in a way that didn’t feel like it needed to impress you, only to share something with you.
your hands brushed once over the table. neither of you moved away. he looked down, then back up at you, and smiled. a small, genuine smile. gently, his fingers found yours, warm and tentative.
you didn’t let go.
later, somewhere between stories and sips of wine, he looked at you, really looked at you, and said: “i wasn’t kidding, you know. i meant it. all of it.”
you raised an eyebrow, though your heart already knew where he was going. “what part?”
he smiled, a little crooked. “wanting to take you out. wanting tonight to be real.”
you tilted your head, pretending to be surprised. “no way. i thought i was just part of your flirting routine.”
he shook his head. “nah. you were the exception.”
he smiled, but it didn’t last long, his expression softened, eyes dropping for a second before meeting yours again. “but seriously… i’m glad you said yes.”
you didn’t tease him this time. didn’t deflect. you just leaned in a little and said, quietly, “me too.”
and just like that, the boy who always had something clever to say, the one who joked like nothing could touch him, was blushing.
he wasn’t as bold as he liked to pretend. maybe he got a little shy when it actually mattered. but sitting across from him, watching the way his whole face lit up every time you laughed, you realized something:
you liked this version of haechan even more. the one who didn’t need to try so hard. because he already had you.
“ynnnnnnn why do you always fall asleep on calls?” haechan whined
you let haechan fall under the impression that you’re sound asleep.
“well you looked really pretty today at school.” he continued. “is it obsessive to like everything about you? is it obsessive to love the way your name rolls off my tongue? yn. yn. yn. yn. see??? it’s so nice… i wish you could see what you’re doing to me. yn… you’re like… you’re like my everything.”
so many butterflies filled your stomach.
“i love you, haechan.” you mumbled into your pillow.
you heard the sound of haechan’s hand slapping his mouth.
Warnings : MARIO KART (this story heavily describes a game they play of mario kart, howerver it's all in relation to HC and well, you :) alternating from game description to your reactions), slight swearing (like 2 words), hitting (with pillows😭), FLUFFFF, reader and Haechan bicker and joke a lot
Genre : Boyfriend!Haechan x semign!reader, Fluff (again), crack fic?
Word count: 1.32k
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Get it! 10137.5! 101 cuz thats like the teaching number or something then its haechans viewer rating I'm so smart
You and your boyfriend Haechan got nintendo switches together and he's recently been obessed with Mario kart and you ,being his s/o , ooobviously have to play it with him.
The only problem is, you're absolutely terrible at it so he has to teach you how to play before he can even allow you to play with him and his friends (Johnny, Jisung and Jeno). You have no interest in playing with his gaming squad who's names all suspiciously begin with the letter J. But the main driving force which got you sitting on his bed with the controler( that he bought for you for his house) in hand was the determination to beat him after you came 12th (last place) out of him and all the cpus (basically computer players, you play against but theyre not actual people).
Instead of him explaining to you all the controls and the game, he decided that the best way for you to learn was to throw you into the deepend on the fastest race mode with cpus. You two were going to play 12 matches, with the last one predetermined by Hyuck as 'rainbow road' (every mario kart players worst nightmare). You begin to choose your characters and haechan chooses Bowser because you said he looks ugly and scary. You choose Rosalina (because you have taste of course) and she was one of the only human characters available 😭😭
Hyuck starts the tournament and you two with all of the other cpus are all lined up in a straight line.
3!
2! Haechan starts holing down one of the buttons on his controller
1!
Go!
Everyone speeds off ahead of you leaving you in last place, in the first 5 seconds
'THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENCE WHAT' You exclaim already ready to quit the game, he leans over you to move your thumb over the A button on the right side of the controller and explains that you have to hold down A when it says 2! to in order to accelerate.
Out of rage you restart the game and you're back to the begining, but now you have that trick up your sleeve, nothing can stop you! 3, 2, you audibly press A, 1, GO! Now you're zooming off with everyone else and a victorious grin displays itself on your pretty face knocking Haechan from 1st to third cuz he's lowkey whipped for you as you chaotically purposefully bash into other cpus, you were 8th place making your way to the top ' I'm coming for you' you annouce which he just scoffs in reply.
A few miles ahead, there are these floating boxes which you avoid and run over the speed up as you think that they were something bad, only to see Haechan shoot right through it. Regardless, you were ahead of him. 'What's that' you ask as you see the wheel of different powerups spin at the top of his screen, it lands on a red shell 'wanna find out?' 'Go on then' you reply unimpressed. He makes his way over to you and throws the red shell which follows your kart until it hits your character and stops you in your tracks, taking you down four ranks in the leaderboard as the other players unnessicarily throttle themselves into your helpless character. 'WHAT WAS THAT FOR!' 'DID YOU NOT WANT TO SEE WHAT IT WAS' you roll your eyes but start grinning cheekily as you just recieved your powerup which was a green shell, you somehow caught up to him and threw it at his character only for it to bounce right off of a random object that was apart of the map and hit a player behind you. Your face filled with horror and dissapointment 'What the fuck was that' 'green shells go anywhere, only red shells target the person directly infront of you. ' 'all of these rules are pissing me off, what is this game' you say rolling your eyes in frustration while leaning your whole body into the screen to focus.
Haechan is back at first place and you hear an almost whistle noise as his character finishes the 3rd, final lap of that course, leaving you dumbfounded as bowser does a disgusting celebration animation around the track that Haechan replicates to get a reaction out of you. Which you retort by pushing his face away from you and starting the next match.
9 lost matches later, you've given up on winning through skill, you're willing to anything, absolutely anything to beat this jerk. You have to play dirty, super dirty. So, when the game starts, you ready one of Haechans pillows in your hand. 3! You smack him across the face with the fluffy pillow and almost like a movie feathers come out You quickly grab your controller and hold the A button to accelerate at 2!, 1! Haechan presses accelerate too late at GO! He's left in your dust, smoke coming out of his engine as he's stationary for 2 seconds for accelerating to late meanwhile, you're in steady 3th place. 'WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM' you stick your tongue out as you tokyo drift around the corner and secure 2rd place.
Climbing the ranks, you throw a red shell atthe cpu who was in 1st place making you! FIRST PLACE! With only a few seconds before your beautiful victory which was only 10 races late, this being your 11th. As the finish line is in sight, you're thinking about the funny annoying victory line you're going to scream in his face; 'maybe you could be better than me one day' no 'I was only warming up' no 'you're lucky I let you win, the first 10 matches'; when he lets out a small, evil chuckle. That wasn't a good sign, not from Hyuck.
He was in 2nd place right behind you and hadn't used his powerup from his mystery box yet, you just assumed it was something useless like a banana peel or something until, just as you're about to cross the finish line, you're character has this flying blue thing over her head and a loud warning siren is ringing through the speakers until a large blue cloud of an explosion engulfs your screen and the wicked laugh haechan had been hiding comes out in full fury. 'LEE HAECHAN' He's wiping a tear away from his eye as Bowser crosses the finish line doing that annoying animation which he soon copies in your face, pissing you off even further. 'Blue shells fly straight to the 1st person in the race regardless of what rank you are in! Har har har' he says in a mocking tone.
Consumed with genuine anger, you take it out on him by repeatedly hitting him with the pillow that was previously fired at his face, standing on your knees as he's curled up in a ball before finding his feet and grabbing another pillow, which basically turns into a pillow fight between the two of you. You grab two pillows and tightly shut your eyes as you windmill hit Haechan picturing bowser as you do so only until you notice you're not landing any hits. You squint your eye to see only a glimpse of him leaping at you with his arms reaching your middle until your head hits his bed. You're laying on your back with haechan ontop of you 'I didn't realise you'd actually get mad.' He says as he attempts to place wet kisses on your cheeks while you try to push him away 'GROSS HAECHAN' was all you could make out between your giggles, you couldn't be mad at him. "I'm sorrrrrrry" he coos "sorry for what" "sorry for being better at you in mario kart!" He beams as he starts doing bowsers dance again, recieving another pillow to the face.
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Fyi this is bowser lol
Incase you want to know what Bowser winning animation I'm referring to, skip to
4:20
Thank you so much for reading ily!!!
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Can you do 4+42+57 donghyuck or jaemin fluff, please?
[ 4: ask me tomorrow, maybe you'll get a different answer ] + [ 42: you know i love it when you call me that ] + [ 57: are you trying to flirt with me? ]
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you certainly didn’t get paid enough to be dealing with an inconsolable boy lying on the floor of the movie theater you were supposed to clean up.
“um, sir, i really need you to leave the room”
“just a moment” he sobbed. you sighed, checking the time in your watch. another movie was starting in fifteen minutes, and there was popcorn all over the seats. and this guy wasn’t helping.
you waited a minute, but watching him bawl into his knees wasn’t something you could put up with for much longer.
“sir” you repeated, voice firmer this time.
“you know i love it when you call me that. but i hope you know my name is donghyuck” he stood up, wiping away the tears with his hands and then rubbing them on his jeans. “and we look the same age”
“work formalities”
you replied simply as you started sweeping the floor, now that donghyuck had collected himself. you took a glance at him and caught him picking up some of the empty popcorn boxes.
“don’t you want to go home?” you inquired.
“i figured i would be of help. since i caused disturbance and stuff”
“why did frozen 2 affect you so much, anyway?”
“listen” he closed his eyes and pointed his finger at you. “i’m not even on stage one of grief. i’ll talk about it when i’m ready”
you laughed at the drama. this guy surely was quite the character.
“perhaps i can tell you someday over coffee?” his tone turned playful and bright.
“are you trying to flirt with me?” donghyuck raised an eyebrow, tongue in cheek. “you were crying your eyes out a second ago”
“girls like sensitive boys don’t they?” you rolled your eyes, not being able to control the growing smile on your lips.
you made your way out of the theater when you were done, catching a glimpse of the new people beginning to walk in.
“so, what do you say? can i take you out on a date?” he came after you as you put away the broom in the small locker.
“ask me tomorrow, maybe you'll get a different answer” you sneered, the boy giving you an ear to ear smile.
“i’ll make sure to come by to ask again. at that time does your shift end?”
“at 7”
“i’ll be here” he turned around and headed out of the cinema, not before sending a wink your way.
and donghyuck really was there the next day. and he was still too emotional about frozen 2.
