nerdy/loser haechan ͙͘͡ ★
i can't get this look out of my head so here's this 😵💫
even haechan didn't know how he bagged a girl like you. but here you were, sitting next to him on his very own couch. he had agreed to let you come over to his apartment after your begging. he had warned you countless times of the noisy neighbors and how it was constantly freezing but you didn't mind. all that mattered was him.
you were playing mario kart together, eating pizza he had ordered. only, his attention had slowly drifted away from the game, not caring any more if you passed him.
"hyuck what happened to your streak?" you said through giggles as the screen popped up, saying you were in first and he was in fourth. his hand went to the back of his head as he leaned back on the couch, gaze running over you.
"i dunno, i thought you deserved to win," he said, voice extra raspy. you nodded, nothing less than suspicious.
"whatever you say... hey maybe you can show me leauge of legends; i don't wanna play but i'll watch you play." you said, watching as his expression changed.
he was suprised by your words, but he also knew how much you loved when he geeked out over things he was passionate about. "um sure," he said, making you smile. he helped you up from the couch, taking you to his bedroom, taking a seat on his gaming chair.
he started up the game, definitely taking notice to how you slowly inched closer to him. before he knew it, you were crawling onto his lap, claiming you were cold.
god you were absolutely evil he thought as you fiddled with the hem of his sweater, thighs bare on top of his. "maybe 'cause you decided to wear these shorts," he said, his hand running over your legs briefly before returning to his keyboard.
he played the game, explaining every aspect of it with enthusiasm despite the heavy tension between you two. you had started to tune him out, distracted by how his nimble fingers chased over his keyboard; how he bit his lips in between subtle curses when other players absolutely beat his ass.
"sorry i'm a bit rusty, haven't played in a few days..." he said as a sigh escaped his lips. he looked down at you, only to see that your eyes were practically eating him alive. "were you even paying attention... at all...?"
you shook your head, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck. "i was then i got distracted," you say softly, hands drifting under his sweater. his breath hitched, focus remaining on the game. "i know you're distracted too though."
your focus went back to the screen of his pc as a screen with the word DEFEAT popped up in big letters. he groaned turning to you. "god i hate you," he said, voice strained.
you pressed another kiss to his neck, watching as he let out a breath he probably didn't even know he was holding. "i know you don't," you said. your hands went further up his sweater and your kisses moved down to his collarbone.
suddenly, the game was long forgotten.
