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Aim For The Heart.

NCT’S Haechan x reader one-shot written by me.

Readers POV;

The dark night sky was lit up, illuminated by the numerous strings of bright lights that shone across the fronts of stalls. Smiling as we entered, I looked around the scenery in front of me and began to notice everything and take it all in properly, even taking a sniff of the air to see if it held the same smell I had always loved. The smell of greasy, fried food was all around me, and almost every person who we walked passed was eating some kind of battered savoury treat. However, my hands were already occupied, as one grasped the carnival tickets, and the other was held by my boyfriend’s, our fingers interlocked with each others. Even though we had arrived at around 7pm, everything was still bustling, but there was a different air around the setting, one which was normally sweaty and packed with small children running around. Almost every year I came to the town’s massive carnival, but this was the first time I had visited with Haechan- making it extremely special to both me and him, in the respects that I was letting him into my families tradition. As we strolled across the grass together, we managed to find our way to the single, large rollercoaster that the carnival put up each year. I had never been on it, but I knew that Haechan had always loved rollercoasters, and I would eventually be coerced into getting onto it. It was overly tall, contained a few loops, and went far too fast for my liking at all.

“Come on, Y/N, lets go on it!” Haechan said, pulling me towards it. I hesitated, pulling my hand away from his and standing in one spot, slightly afraid of what could happen on the rollercoaster if I were to go on it. After realising I wasn't following him, Haechan turned around and walked back to me, looking at me, confused. His dark brown hair kept falling in front of his eyes, so he constantly had to move it so I could properly take in the view of his deep brown eyes. He looked at me, seemingly confident that he could convince me to get onto the ride with him- but I wasn't going to budge at all.

“There is no way I'm going to get on that death trap Haechan, its...scary looking.” I complained, folding my arms and shaking my head. He groaned loudly and folded his arms aswell. We stood in silence for a few seconds, until I started to walk away, bored. Then he decided to run up to me and throw me over his shoulder, holding me there in the air.

“What are you doing you weirdo?!” I shouted, pounding my hands on his back and kicking my legs vigorously- thank god I was wearing a pair of jeans and not the skirt I had originally planned to wear for that evening.

“Well, since you wont go on the ride because I want you to, ill have to force you to go on it, won’t I?” He laughed, but I just groaned, not seeing the funny side. As he walked, my view was just of his ass, (which in all honesty I was not complaining about.), and I had no idea if we were in the line or not yet. I eventually got set down in front of him, and I simply looked at him angrily, then turned away from him. But I never got out of the line, since I knew it would really disappoint him, and I didn't want that to happen at all. Both of us were extremely moody when we wanted to, and sometimes he refused to drive anywhere if he got annoyed, and that would usually be if I was in the car. However, this happened rarely, and more often than not, he was always smiling and cracking jokes to make me laugh, which often ended in me crying with laughter at his silliness, and that's one of the many, many things I loved dearly about him. As I thought over this, I felt his arms wrap around my waist, and his check rest on my shoulder.

“Don't be mad at me, I love you very much.” Haechan said, kissing my cheek lightly. I smiled and leant back into him, showing him that I wasn't mad at him at all.

“The lines moving, come on lets go!” He suddenly said, pushing me forwards and grinning widely, as we ventured closer and closer to the front of the line. I started to feel increasingly scared, like there was a pit in my stomach and that i was going to throw up any time soon. But I kept a brave face on and smiled at him just as we reached the front of the line and whilst he paid for it, I gave myself a short mental pep talk.

‘Come on, you can do this, its just a ride. Nothing too scary, its alright. Haechan wants to go on it, so do it for him!’

The attendant showed us where to sit, and as we sat down, I suddenly grabbed Haechan’s hands and squeezed them tightly, hearing him yelp a little at the force of my hands on his. After a few seconds, a bar lowered onto us, and I desperately pushed it down further to feel a little more secure, as my heart was racing and all I could think of was falling out of the ride and hitting floor. Which would either seriously cause a debilitating injury, or cause instantaneous death on impact. I was thiking more of the second rather than the first, which made it even more difficult for me to settle. Just as the ride began, I felt Haechan put his arm around me, which made me feel more secure than ever.

“If you get scared, hold onto me, okay? You’ll be fine babe, I promise you.” He said to me, planting a quick, soft kiss on my lips as we began to ascend on the lift hill. Instinctively almost, I moved closer to him and attempted to hide myself in his light blue denim jacket that I had bought him for his 17th birthday that year. I felt us arrive at the top, and I sat myself upright, placing my hands on the bar and squeezing them onto there, feeling the cold metal on the palms of my hands. Just before we dropped, Haechan placed his hand on top on mine, and I opened my eyes slightly to see him smiling brightly at me, but I forgot to close them again before we went down the massive drop. I began to scream extremely loud, and all I could hear over that was Haechan whooping and sounding extremely happy and excited to be moving at the fast pace we were. Looking in front of me, I noticed we were quickly heading towards the loop, so I managed to grab Haechan's waist and cling on to him for dear life as I felt us move upside down, and I felt my stomach lurch as well. Hopefully though, I wouldn't throw up on him at any point in time, as that would be inconvenient for everybody who was with us on the ride. The loop quickly ended, and I shut my eyes for the final stretch, wishing for the ordeal to be over sooner rather than later. As we finally came to a stop in the station, I breathed heavily, my throat hoarse from screaming constantly during that ride. Haechan laughed loudly, whopping and clapping his hands.

“What did you think of that then, babe?” He grinned. I turned to him and groaned, standing up as the bar lifted, walking behind him as he left the carriage and took my hand in his.

“I...hated...that.” I murmured, shaking my head and still feeling my stomach lurching. Haechan’s grip on my hand tighten, and as we walked outside of the ride, he sat me down on a bench, putting his arm around me again and sighing.

“I wish I hadn't taken you on that ride, I feel so bad for making you feel sick.” He sighed, shaking his head. I smiled at him and breathed out slowly, resting my head on his shoulder lightly after pressing my lips to his cheek quickly.

“Its alright, if I didn't want to go on it, I wouldn't have come on with you. If I was so against it I could’ve left the line, so don't worry, love.” I said to him, grinning. He turned his head to look down at me, and kissed the top of my head, lovingly, then held my hand and stood up.

“Do you want to go and play some carnival games? I’ll buy waffles and win you a prize to make up for you feeling sick.” He declared, laughing. I nodded and walked alongside him, grinning.

“Damn it! I was so close that time!” Haechan cursed, slamming his hand on the wooden wall in front of him, as I laughed at his anger towards the silly little darts game he was trying to win. Each time he threw a dart, he was only centimetres off the prize spot, and each time he missed, he got angrier and angrier, but not in the way that he could lash out- but in the way that he was frustrated he couldn't win me a prize. The object of the game was to throw a dart and hit the bull's-eye to win one of the teddy bears that hung from the front of the little wooden shack like meat in a butchers shop. The attendant was seemingly zoned out, blowing pink bubbles of chewing gum up in front of her face, and twirling her blonde hair in strands. When Haechan called her over, she grinned and leant over to him, still twirling her hair and being obviously flirtatious, not seeing me standing near him at all. Haechan started to ask for another game, but she was still flirting with him and getting closer and closer to him. Getting angry, I cleared my throat loudly, and stepped closer to him, linking his hand into mine.

“Let’s just go somewhere else, Haechan.” I muttered to him, giving a meek attempt at pulling him away from the girl at that stall. But he stood his ground, and continued to ask about the next game, and the girl finally took his money and slammed the next 5 darts onto the wooden platform. I rolled my eyes and gave the girl a death stare, and she rolled her eyes, turning from me and Haechan. He shut one eye, aiming carefully and throwing his dart, only missing by what seemed to be a few inches.The next 3 darts were also close misses, but he eventually managed to get an exact bulls-eye on his fifth and final dart.

“Yes! Finally! Excuse me miss, I just won a prize!” He squealed excitedly, clapping his hands, making him look like a child. I giggled at his actions, shaking my head as the girl pulled down a large, white teddy bear holding a bright pink love heart, pushing it into Haechan’s arms. He turned to me and smiled, handing it over to me and smiling brightly.

“See, I told you I’d win a prize for you babe!” He said, putting his arm around me once again as I carried the massive bear in my arms, nuzzling my face into its warm cuddly fur.

“I love it! I’m going to name it Haechannie, after you.” I declared, looking at him as he broke into a massive smile and hid his slight blush in his free hand.

“Anyway, can we go and get waffles now?” I asked, sticking my bottom lip out in a pouty fashion.

“Of course! I might love you loads, Y/N, but I totally love waffles more.”

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Part 3;;

"Excuse me, I'm looking for somebody who lives in this building?" The man said before I turned to him. I slowly turned and my jaw dropped once I saw who was speaking to me- in a voice I knew all too well. "JinJin?" I gasped, putting my hands over my mouth and smiling. "Wait- Y/N? Is that you?" He said, pulling up the front of his cap more slightly and smiling at me widely. I nodded and suddenly threw my hands around him, holding him close to me without warning. He did the same, and held me close to him, squeezing me tightly and leaning his head into the crook of my neck. "Why are you here? What's going on?" I said, letting go of him and holding his hands in mine. "Well...I don't really know. But I wanted to see you because...because I..." he murmured, stuttering a little at the end. "Are you alright?" I said, finally getting the chance to look into his eyes in real life. They shone more than ever. As I finished asking him the question, he quickly put his hands on my cheeks and pushed his lips to mine. I was surprised, but soon felt like this was the right thing for us both. We both loved each other desperately, and to finally have him in my arms made me feel complete. As he pulled away from me, he smiled the smile I'd been waiting to see for the last five years. "It's because I'm hopelessly in love with you, Y/N. And I'm never going to be on the other side of the screen again." He said, leaning his forehead against mine, and lacing our hands together.

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Part 2;;

For the next few days, JinJin was sort of MIA. There wasn’t many texts, next to no calls, and I became increasingly worried as time continued to pass. I would send him messages, only for him to open them and reply with single words, then not continue conversation. There wasn’t any reason for him not to be in touch with me, unless he had been planning some stuff with his friends, which always took him some time, but I always got told the plan and somehow got in on it. This time was very different, and it had gotten to Friday- but there was no messages or calls from him at all. Increasing, I had become worried and started to message some of his friends, just so I could know what was going on. The only person who gave me a proper reply was his friend Moonbin, and all that said was- ‘He’s working more hours and when he’s tired he doesn’t want to call you in case you get bored.’ This mystified me, because he’d never had to work extra hours for anything before- well, not that I had previously known of. My days that week, instead of being filled with laughter and smiles from his jokes, were something mundane and boring, with my job simply being working in a cafe and taking orders from people, who were predominantly old and couldn’t remember much, and so always counted their money there on the counter and asked constantly how much it was. Normally, I’d tell JinJin of my boring day at work and he’d enlighten it with jokes and his little grins and digs at the old people I was forced to earn my money from. But instead, I went home, waited for a call I never got, and went to sleep thinking about what was happening to him, and our friendship. As Saturday finally rolled around, he still hadn’t spoken to me properly. I woke up to no notifications on my phone, and no missed calls on my Skype app on my laptop. It disheartened me, but I had no reason to let it get me completely down. So I got myself out of bed, and went and stood in the bathroom for a few minutes, brushing my hair and my teeth, then quickly twisting my hair into a half up half down style. I looked in the mirror and pulled at my face, grimacing when I saw the bags under my eyes. Shrugging, I walked out of the bathroom and towards my wardrobe, where I quickly selected a F/C, long sleeved jumper and a pair of dark blue jeans. I settled into its warmth and largeness, then grabbed a pair of fluffy, warm, black and white bed socks from my drawer underneath the wardrobe and pulled them onto my feet, instantly feeling their warmth. After this, I rooted through my wardrobe once again to try and find my favourite autumn boots, but I didn’t find them until I’d pulled another pair on. Which by that time, I had to take off and then put my favourites on. They were brown, and laced with fur on the inside to provide extra comfort and something like security, then wrapped with a single buckle of leather. After I’d become completely prepared to leave and buy snacks so that I was going to be able to sit on my couch for the entire day, I grabbed my shoulder bag from where it rested on the shelves beside the door, yelled a hurried goodbye to my roommate, and left my apartment with haste. After I exited the building, I looked at my phone and stood in front of the door for a few seconds, until somebody tapped on my shoulder and startled me.

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The Other Side Of The Screen

Astro’s JinJin x Reader one-shot written by me.

Readers POV;

“JinJin? Are you still in your room or have you died?” I said, cocking my head to the side and looking at the screen of my laptop, where my view was simply the bed of my best friend. He was obviously still child at heart, so his bed was scattered with a few battered old teddy bears, which I knew all of the names of. He claimed his personal favourite was the one I’d sent him three years ago for his 18th birthday, which he’d nicknamed ‘Brownies’, because she smelled of chocolate to him. After about 5 minutes, all I could hear on his end of the line was his door slowly creaking open and closed, obviously affected by the wind that blew from his opened window. Sighing, I looked to my side and saw a book resting on my desk, so I grabbed it and lay on my stomach, flicking the pages open to where I had last read it, and continued from that point for about 15 minutes. The moment I had finally become extremely engrossed in my book, I heard a voice, a door slam, and the slurping of a drink through what I assumed (from what I knew of JinJin from the past four years or so), was a red and green swirly straw that he used with every drink. As he sat down on his bed, he grabbed Brownies from his side and rested the small, chocolate coloured bunny toy in his lap, slowly moving his hand over it, as he always did during our calls. He was wearing a too big red and white jumper, his usual black jeans, and a black beanie that covered the majority of his dark blonde coloured hair, except for his too long fringe. “You look like you have a really important question floating in your mind there, Y/N, do you want to lay it on me?” JinJin said to me, looking at his webcam with his deep brown eyes and wiggling his eyebrows. I looked at my screen as rolled my eyes, giggling to myself a little bit. “All I wanted to know was why it took you so long to make the drink.” I smiled, shaking my head and grinning. JinJin laughed loudly, and then took another long sip of his drink, grinning afterwards. Every single time that he smiled, I felt my heart beat faster, and it made me grin even more. His smile was just like his personality, warm, kind and sunny. We’d been friends for almost 5 years, and I’d only ever seen his smile through a webcam, as he lived all the way in South Korea, whereas I lived in London. Even though it was a massive distance, we felt like the distance would never really affect our friendship in anyway possible. The thing that I want most in the world, however, was to see his smile in real life, and get to hug him like we’d both always wanted. He continued to drink his coke through his straw, and as he finished the entire glass, he burped loudly, and laughed again. “I just kept drinking the glasses down and then I had to go and get another, and then I remember to come back up here and speak to you!” “You mean you forgot me?” I said, fake gasping and putting my hand on my chest, feigning disbelief. JinJin started to pretend cry, and our conversation became the two of us miming my death scene, where he declared his love for me on my deathbed. As I said up properly, I kept laughing, until I began crying with laughter, and all I could hear was JinJins cute laughter coming from my laptop. Honestly at that moment, I was glad I lived in my own little apartment with just one friend who never happened to be home- she was a total party animal. JinJin lived in a shared house with his 6 best friends, all of whom I knew and had become friends with over time, since there wasn’t much time I wasn’t texting JinJin or on a FaceTime call with him.My second favourite of his friends was probably Sanha, who was the youngest out of them all. Me and JinJin were close in age, as I was 20 and him 21. The youngest of them all was actually Sanha, who was 17. All of us got along, but me and MJ somehow came to accidental blows- but nothing extremely major.

“Anyway, Y/N, what are you doing this weekend?” He asked, suddenly interested in me. Looking at him, I wondered what was going through his head, since he never usually asked me what was happening in my life or whether I had plans. The only reason he didn’t ask was because there was no way we could make plans with each other at any time, unless it was planned massively ahead. The flight from London to Seoul was over 10 hours long. Neither of us could afford it, and neither of us had the time to make that journey as we both had jobs to earn rent money.

“Well, since it’s only Tuesday I’m not really sure yet, I might go out with my room mate, but I’m not sure.” I explained, sighing when I said that I had no plans. There wasn’t many days when I actually did have any plans for the weekend, apart from when my university friends wanted to meet up for our monthly brunch date. As I thought this over, I noticed that our call had been ended. The black screen of my laptop seemed depressing compared to what had previously been on there, and I suddenly felt a pang in my heart as I thought to myself that he wasn’t going to come back. Was this jealousy? Jealousy that he could’ve been speaking to another girl or even just his friends? Maybe I just missed him. But that was what I felt everyday. He was only a screen away from me, on the other side of my webcam, but it felt like a million years away from me. As soon as I got up to walk away and make myself some food, the laptop lit up once again, and I randomly scrambled to answer his call.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry about that, my hand slipped when I was trying to look something up.” JinJin said, as soon as I answered the call, putting his hand into heart signs and wiggling his hands at me. I hid my face in my hands and shook my head at the cuteness.

“You’re so cute sometimes, JinJin. It’s adorable.” I muttered. He started to laugh, so I suppose he must have heard me, but I didn’t reply to him and regret what I said about him. Because slowly, over five years I’d developed feelings for him, and I was slowly falling in love with him over video chat. I knew the minute I initially saw his face I’d eventually love him, but not as much as I’d ended up loving him at that point in time. It was like every time I saw him my head was bursting, and even though I guessed he didn’t like me back, I knew he held some kind of love for me, as he usually said it every night at the end of our text messages- as did I. However, we meant it in friendship respects, but neither of us knew what our relationship was with each other.

“I think you look nice tonight, Y/N. I like that shirt.” JinJin said to me, winking at the end of his sentence, making me laugh. The reason I laughed was because it was the shirt that he’d sent to me for my 20th birthday, which had a picture of (your favourite celebrity) printed onto it, and I had treasured it from the second that I ripped open to package from him. We rarely sent gifts to each other, but when we did they were something meaningful, as it cost a lot of money to ship it country to country, and more often than not they’d turn up late.

“You’re only saying that because you’re the one who bought it, you little sneak.” I laughed, shaking my head and smiling at him through the screen. We continued to bicker and laugh with eachother for hours just as we always did, and without a doubt, it was one of the most fun nights in I’d had by myself. I slowly felt myself fall asleep as we continued to talk, and just before I managed to drift off, I heard JinJin softly speak to me. “Sweet dreams Y/N…I promise I’ll see you soon. I love you.”