Could you pls write your husband Haechan getting whiny and pouty cause you won't let him kiss you and ignore him as a prank pls? (can you make it long pls if you can?)
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Word Count: 1K Summary: 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.” Pairing: Haechan X reader
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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.
(Though you have a feeling he’s going to be extra clingy for the rest of the night.)
