#haechan's

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[18:29]

haechan stirs, letting out a muffled groan as he stretches his limbs. he turns to face you, peeking through the eyelashes of his half-lidded eyes. a small smile tugs at his lips when he sees that you are still sound asleep.

with the most restricted movement possible, he turns towards you, resting a lazy arm on your waist. he looks at your calm, resting expression. he takes the view in, his fingers instinctively reaching for the stray hairs that are obstructing his view. he sweeps them to the side, pushing them behind your ear. you try to hold back a smile, but your insides immediately warm up at his gesture.

haechan leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

he pulls away, turning towards his end of the bed. he pushes himself up, stumbling to his feet. you try to take a peek at your boyfriend. he picks up his pillow, lugging it along with him as he walks towards the door. you furrow your brows, confused. is he going to sleep on the couch?

instead, haechan reaches for the light switch, but his fingers linger over the button as he takes a look at you over his shoulder. he stares for a few moments, before walking towards you. without a word, he throws his pillow in your face. you let out a gasp at the sudden impact.

you hear the light switch click.

with a huff, you remove haechan's pillow from your face, tossing it onto his side of the bed. you squint because of the bright white light from the bulb that illuminates the room.

"what the hell, haechan?!" you yell groggily.

he turns to you, brows raised, expression innocent. "oops, did i wake you?"

you furrow your brows, increasing your volume as you retort with, "what do you think? you threw a pillow in my face!" to which haechan shrugs nonchalantly, "i was trying to be romantic though? i wanted to turn on the lights without disturbing your sleep."

you glare at him in disbelief.

he blinks at you innocently, a small smile creeping to his lips.

"i hate you," you groan, throwing the pillow straight at his face.

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[06:33]

is it an ungodly hour?

yes.

are you still going to continue your movie marathon?

yes.

"what should we watch next?" you murmur half-heartedly, browsing through the recommended 'watch next' list. haechan raises a brow, tone sassy as he remarks, "why bother asking if you're just going to choose whatever you want to watch anyway?" to which you reply sarcastically, without even sparing him a glance, with, "i'm just trying to be a caring, good girlfriend."

haechan rolls his eyes, plonking his back against the sofa with a thud, heaving a loud, dramatic sigh.

"since we've already done comedy, sci-fi, action, and teen romance, let's go for horror next," you inform, clicking into the horror section. haechan scowls, tapping his foot impatiently as he waits for you to pick the next movie.

"okay," you mumble, coupled with a sigh of contentment as you shift to adjust yourself into a comfortable position, your legs extended on the chaise lounge, a cushion hugged tight against your chest.

20 minutes into the movie, and your lips are slightly parted, your eyes shifting quickly to keep up with the pace of the show. you're so engrossed in how intense the build up of the plot is, that you jump in shock when you feel a head of fine hair pushing against your arm.

you look down, only to see haechan squeezing his head through the small gap between your arm and the cushion that your arm is resting on. he grabs your wrist, forcing his way through, resting his head atop the cushion, before bringing your wrist over his shoulder, his fingers lingering over yours.

"what are you doing?" you whisper, even though you aren't in the cinema. it's just a habit of yours to keep things hush when a movie is playing in the background.

"hiding," he whispers back, a playful smile teasing at his lips.

"stop lying," you snap, pulling your hand back, away from him. "you're just making excuses to cuddle," you say, giving him a glare.

he tilts his head to look up at you. "can we cuddle?" he asks, trying to buy you over with his cute little face, his cute little nose scrunch, and his cute, whiny voice. but you don't like to give haechan what he wants. that's the fun of being in a relationship with him.

"no," you reply, refocusing your attention on the movie. you try to fight back the urge to smile because you know the grouchy look he has on his face right now.

"fine," he sulks, turning back to face the tv.

you sneak a glance at him, a smile naturally pulling at the ends of your lips. you can't help yourself when you lean forward, stealing a quick peck to his cheek. almost immediately, haechan turns back towards you, eyes twinkling, smile bright, "i knew it!" he exclaims, readjusting his position to wrap his arms around you, pulling you close.

you lean your head on his shoulder, a small chuckle leaving your lips as your fingers find its way to intertwine with his.

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[21:17]

you can’t control the smile that tugs at your lips at the sight of how excited haechan is - it’s been ten minutes, and he’s still staring at the new custom handheld mics the company had gifted the boys today.

“do you like it that much?” you ask, tilting your head to the side for a better view of your best friend (also known as your biggest crush), whom has never looked more endearing in any other moment. haechan turns to look at you, smile bright, as he replies, “of course! chenle suggested we all name our mics.”

you raise a brow, “so what did you name it?”

haechan’s adorable smile transitions into a mischievous one. “y/n.”

you frown. “why the heck would you name it that?” you question, already expecting something snarky to be thrown your way. instead, haechan just giggles in response. you scrunch your nose, probing further, “and nobody questioned why you named it that?”

“of course they did,” he says so nonchalantly, admiring the beauty of his new microphone. “proudly and shamelessly, i replied,” he pauses for the dramatic effect, shifting his gaze to meet eyes with you.

he smirks, “my girlfriend.”

your lips part slightly, your brain completely blanking out. you can feel the heat rushing to your face.

you’re never going to live past this moment.

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[13:10]

you continue to wipe down the counter top, picking up each decorative piece, giving the space a good wipe, before placing it back down. you sneak a glance at haechan, who’s still very much engrossed in preparing customers’ orders. you turn your attention back to the task at hand – you wonder why he still hasn’t said a word to you all morning.

usually, he’d border on annoying, finding all sorts of topics to talk to you about. oddly enough, even though you did find this behaviour of his irritating at the beginning, at some point, it began to appeal to you, in a super non-weird, endearing type of way. you went from dragging your feet to work every day, to actually looking forward to the shifts that overlapped with haechan’s, just so you could be introduced to a new bizarre topic that he comes up with.

you wonder if his silence today is because of something you did. did you accidentally say the wrong thing yesterday? you’re pretty sure the conversation ended well, and both of you had ended your shift on a good note. you even waved goodbye with a smile, and you almost never smile at anyone that isn’t within your close circle of friends.

but here you are, standing a short distance away from him, digging about in your head for a reason as to why the always perky haechan, is suddenly not so perky anymore.

you sneak another glance at him, and this time, you notice his hands by the side of his legs. he wiggles his fingers uncomfortably – was he nervous? it looked like a nervous tic. you continue to watch him. he feels your stare, so he turns towards you, causing you to quickly turn away, wiping a little too vigorously, as if that isn’t a dead giveaway that you were literally staring at him seconds ago.

you feel him move, and from your peripheral vision, you see him coming towards you. you take in a sharp breath – is he going to pick a fight?

“hey,” he says. you purse your lips, nodding your head slowly in acknowledgement of his greeting, replying with a, “hey,” yourself.

“i’ve been wanting to ask you something,” he continues, puffing his cheeks. you pick it up as another nervous tic. you quirk a brow, “what is it?” you probe.

“can i have your number?” he shoots, almost way too directly. you raise both brows this time; right, you’ve been working together for a few weeks now, but you’ve never contacted each other outside of work. although…

“it’s right there,” you say, pointing towards the notice board with all employee contact details pinned onto it, both yours and his number included.

“i know,” he says, a small smile tugging at his lips. “but i want you to give it to me.”

his smile only spreads wider when he sees the look of shock on your face. there he is, standing so handsomely, with that endearing look on his face, asking for your attention.

“and my heart just fluttered,” you mumble under your breath.

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[01:22]

haechan is ushered to where you’re seated, with your right cheek resting against the table, eyes closed, the rest of your body limp. he sighs at your state, placing a warm hand on your arm. “hey,” he calls. you groan in response.

“get up. it’s time to go,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist in an attempt to assist you in standing up. you shrug his grip off, furrowing your brows, “go away,” you slur, pointing an accusing finger in the direction of the blurry figure before you, “i’ll report you.”

haechan takes a moment to look at you; he can't seem to remember the last time he was able to really take a good look at you, to appreciate you, to take in your beauty. he misses you.

while he attempts to lift you up once more, you shove the person away, semi-yelling, “i have to stay here.” your voice softens as you go on to say, “if i leave, haechan won’t know where to find me,” with a sniff at the end of your sentence. despite your tipsy state, there is one thing you’re still perfectly sure of - this is the only place that gives you some form of a chance to see haechan again.

haechan feels a slight squeeze in his heart. he watches as you lay your head back down on the table, murmuring to yourself, “he’ll come for me.” haechan lowers his head in guilt, taking a seat beside you.

he brings a hand to your face, gently removing the stray hairs behind your ear. “i’m already here,” he whispers.

but he knows he won’t be by your side when you sober up.

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[21:42]

"how was that not good?" you sigh, resting your chin in the palm of your propped arm. haechan presses his lips together, "because it did not make my heart go boom boom," he says, shrugging.

you roll your eyes - this game of who can make the other's heart flutter isn't exactly going the way you planned it to.

"fine," you semi-sulk, "i don't want to play anymore," you finish off, taking a sip of water. haechan shrugs, reverting the topic to the girl you were complaining about before you suggested to play a game.

"so, you low key dislike her?" he asks.

"well, not really," you trail off, trying to decipher what it is you feel towards her. yeah, she's annoying, but you're the only one she sees as a friend. "i guess it's fine that she pours her heart out to me, but sometimes i'm just really not interested in what she wants to complain about," you continue, taking another sip of water.

"yeah, that's why i didn't only pour my heart out to you," haechan replies, to which you blink at him confusedly, waiting for him to complete his sentence.

"i gave you my whole heart," he finishes off, grinning widely.

you let out an awkward cough, trying to ignore the heat that's rushing to your face, and the butterflies that are fluttering about in the pit of your stomach.

"i didn't say we stopped playing," haechan lilts, taunting you with a playful grin, "i win!" he gloats.

you deadpan, throwing a piece of tissue in his face. "idiot."

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[13:02]

now that you are done with cleaning the house, you sit yourself down on the couch, leaning against the backrest, shutting your eyes tight. you stretch your limbs out, getting rid of the tension in your body.

you hear the shuffling of feet, signifying that haechan was finally coming out of the room, where he had hid himself in order to escape from helping out with the chores. you peek through one eye, watching as he looks around and spots you on the couch. immediately, he extends both arms wide, frowning and coming towards you, resembling that of a child who was whining for their mother’s attention.

“help,” he says, finding his position next to you. he wraps his arms around you, snuggling his head into your shoulder. “i’m sweaty,” you tell him, knowing that what you needed most now, was a shower.

“y ocer hurts,” he says, pulling away to look at you. you open both eyes, flashing an expression of confusion. “what?” you ask, urging him to repeat himself. “i ahiddentally it yself, and now i ha an ocer, and it really hurts,” he goes on, confusing you even further. the whole time he was speaking, his lips never touched. he was being careful, as though there was something inside that hurt. taking a guess, you ask, “you have an ulcer?”

haechan nods excitedly, pointing inside his mouth, “it really hurts.”

you sigh, interlocking your fingers with haechan’s. you get off the couch, pulling him along with you. you lead the way to the kitchen, home remedy already in mind. you sit haechan down on a stool. going towards the stove, you grab the salt jar that sits beside it. you wash your hands to make sure that they are clean.

haechan looks at the jar of salt in your hands, his own starting to fidget around restlessly. he was afraid of the pain. “don’t worry, it’ll sting for a moment but it’ll numb the ulcer, and it’ll recover quickly,” you reassure, popping the jar lid open. you ruffle his hair with the hand that you aren’t going to use.

dipping your finger into the jar, you coat the tip of it with salt, proceeding to use your free hand to hold onto haechan’s jaw. “where is it?” you question. haechan pulls his upper lip upwards, revealing an ulcer that was hiding at the extreme tip of his gums. your face scrunches up; it looks painful.

“don’t worry, okay? it’ll be over before you know it,” you say. he nods, his other hand going up to hold onto your arm. “i’m doing it,” you inform him. he shuts his eyes tightly, waiting as your finger that is coated with salt goes towards the ulcer. taking in a sharp breath, he begins to growl upon the salt coming into contact with his ulcer, his grip on your arm tightening. you hold his jaw firmly in place as you continued to apply the salt, ensuring that the ulcer turns white, the sign of placing sufficient salt on the ulcer.

haechan immediately pulls you to sit on his lap, his arms finding their way around you, almost suffocating you from his tight embrace. he buries his head in your shoulder, trying his best not to lose it from the pain. you soothe a hand down his arm in an attempt to comfort him.

a few minutes go by, his tight grip around you loosening. he adjusts the position of his head to rest it comfortably on your shoulder.

“is the pain gone?” you ask, leaning your head on his. he nods, exhausted and completely drained from the pain he had to go through.

you press a kiss to the crown of his head, allowing him to cradle you as he recovers.

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[11:52]

frustrated with the mess haechan had made around the house earlier, you are giving the cold shoulder, overflowing with pure annoyance at every little thing haechan is doing, since it was literally his thousandth time not clearing up after himself.

“come on, y/n,” he whines, tugging your arm. he has tried everything that he knew would usually work in appeasing you, but nothing seems to make your anger fade away today.

“say another word, and i’m going to have to punch you,” you warn, glaring at him. haechan goes silent for a moment, pondering if he should really shut up, or take the risk. given his personality, he obviously goes for the latter.

“i love you,” he says, pouting his lips and knitting his brows together to form a puppy expression. you stare at him in pure disbelief, absolutely speechless at his never-ending antics. he seriously has so many tricks up his sleeve and he never seems to get tired of doing the most.

“that was three words, so you can’t hit me,” he teases, sticking his tongue out childishly. you roll your eyes, as haechan throws his arms around you and pulls you close, resting his head on your shoulder.

“you’re really annoying,” you say, glaring at the crown of his head.

haechan giggles and bobs his head up, causing your lips to collide with the crown of his head, forcefully making you plant a kiss on his head. you immediately smack his head with your hand, covering your mouth that was now in pain because of the impact of his actions.

“i take that as a sign of forgiveness,” he says, pecking you on the cheek, smiling gleefully.