honestly
☆ haechan x reader | fluff | 0.4k
→ summary: you ask for haechan’s honesty, but it’s not what you expect to hear. → warnings: fluff, playful punching, none really → rating: general → prompt: “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” → req by: anonymous → notes: for my first follower celebration! it’s still ongoing, so feel free to send more in! | i have no idea how overwatch works, so this is based on my limited knowledge and general experience with other games lkfmdslfkds sorry if it’s wrong!
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Laser-focused on your laptop screen, your keyboard and mouse clicks are loud and frantic. The enemy team is better than you thought, and today just doesn’t seem to be a good day for you in Overwatch.
And to make matters worse, you’re on Haechan’s team and he’s playing right beside you.
You know how heated he gets on the game chat, both through text and on mic, especially at players who drag the team down. Every time you get killed, you wince, ready for Haechan to reprimand you.
But he doesn’t, and you wonder if you’re underestimating yourself, that maybe today isn’t as bad as you think it is.
After the match is over, Haechan’s focus is on his phone, scrolling through the food delivery app.
“I think I’m gonna order something. Do you want anything?”
“Hyuck, can you be honest with me?”
The sudden question catches him off guard, forcing him to tear away from the glowing screen with furrowed eyebrows. He swivels his chair to face you and his expression melts, softening at the way you’re looking down and plucking at the ends of your sweater.
“Was I bad in today’s game?”
“No, of course not, honey...” Haechan shakes his head and rubs the sides of your arms tenderly, before pulling you into a tight hug. A smile tugs at your face, pleased to know that you really were just overanalyzing the game.
“You’re always bad at Overwatch.”
You gasp at your boyfriend’s notion, and the moment changes instantly. You sever the hug and begin punching him repeatedly in the arm.
“Hey, hey, hey! You said to be honest, stop hitting me!”
You don’t relent until you think he’s deserved enough. After you turn your chair around to face the wall with a pout and a cross of your arms, Haechan peels himself away from his chair and gets on his knees in front of you.
Carefully, in case rage flows through you again, he takes your hands into his, rubbing his thumbs over your skin. Locking eyes with yours, and knowing you’re a little more at ease now, he drags the back of your hands to his face and peppers small kisses.
“Just because you’re bad, it doesn’t mean you’re the worst,” he whispers into your hands with a playful grin. Then, he rests his chin onto your knuckles. “And I enjoy doing things with you, honey.”
Your gaze is still icy, but a half smile begins to fade over your pout. Haechan pulls you into a hug once again. His lips meet your cheek, arms are snug around your waist, and his hands rub your back lovingly.
“And if you were really that bad, I wouldn’t play with you—ah, ouch!”