#haechan sccenarios

[haechanhues]

chapter twenty : a 'who' reason

*written*

word count : 1k

warnings : nothing. She feels a little fuzzy and a bit of a ‘i love the people in my life’ vibe. Drinking. Not proofread. Also forgave him way too easily but anyways….

He had kissed you this morning, apology on his lips enough to imprint you for the rest of the day.

The kiss itself was sweet, but the way he pressed you into the wall wasn’t. The way he fucked you into your mattress wasn’t. The way you went on for hours wasn’t. 

The way you wanted him to stay, although sweet, was terrifying. 

“You look so good,” Wendy complimented as she pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

“Thanks,” You goofed, not taking it seriously. 

“I mean it, you look fucking gorgeous,” Wendy shrugged. 

Yeri smirked, “There’s probably a ‘who’ reason.” 

You shoved her. Out of all of Joy’s friends, you normally gravitated to Yeri. She was originally a workmate of Joy but she was closest in age to you. The dynamics were sometimes a little weird, and a bit confusing at times but ultimately they worked, you loved her. You loved Irene, who you could settle down with and who watched over you when you needed it. You loved Wendy, who would compliment you and who’d always let you experiment using her kitchen utensils and the like. Who didn’t particularly have any attachment towards anything she owned except her plants and cute dog. You loved Seulgi who was always willing to hang out with you. Always. Who took you somewhere even without Joy around. Or Yeri. Like another older sister. 

Joy made a lot of girl friends, and liked to drag you along to any event, disliking the amount of men you were surrounded by, but not disliking the men themselves. She actually liked them, almost preying on their need to make her like them. Whereas she loved to share you with her friends, you hated doing the same. 

You liked that they were your friends. 

Yours. 

So whilst you loved the feeling of their precision when they cut your nails and the trained gentleness when rubbing moisturising cream to your skin. You couldn’t wait to see your boys again, see the way their faces changed into a wide smile. 

You bring the champagne and they fuss over your hair and your nails, pleasantly surprised and threading your hands together, loving the softness of your skin. 

“Y/N,” Chenle shouted from the couch, falling over in an attempt to reach you as you wrapped your arms around him, “And you brought champagne!” 

You notice quickly that the boy from this morning isn’t there (he was spending the day with his mother but would make an effort to come back before the day was over) but the atmosphere didn’t let her disappointment nor longing linger for too long. 

For hours, you played games that made you bicker with each other. Bicker over who cheated. Bicker over who won. Bicker over how unfair it was. They laughed at your inability to pick up cards with your new nails and one of the boys would pick it up for you. 

You made the shit decision to down a couple shots each, because you were all so drunk nobody played the role of mother hen, finding the confines of Jaemin’s apartment safe enough to do so. 

“I need to go to the toilet,” Jisung mutters drunkenly, and with a cacophony of loud refusals, all five of you stumble after him. Mark, being responsible, covers your eyes from the sight of Jisung sitting on the toilet, a folded pile of toilet paper in his grasp and sleep in his eyes. 

“Let’s hop in the bath!” You exclaim, to which the boys follow after you. It makes you feel like the ringleader in ‘We’re Going On A Lion Hunt’ and it makes your cheeks crack with the grin that overtakes your face. 

You giggle together, conversing about god knows what. You don’t even know what you’re talking about and you’re pretty sure the boys don’t either. But they nod relentlessly at your drunken rant like yes boys. 

Mark wraps his arms around Jisung and Jaemin, Chenle cuddling into Jaemin’s body and you hang off Jisung - if someone were to take a picture it’d be the kind you’d hang on your fridge with a cheesy caption. 

But ultimately, when Haechan does arrive and he follows the noise he finds the five of you struggling to help Jaemin out of the bath, he can’t help the exasperated sigh that escapes his lips. 

“Can’t leave you guys anywhere, can I?” He scoffs, you all let out a cartoonish gasp, all turning to him before he’s smothered in limbs and gibberish. 

Jaemin trips the rest of the way out of the bath, giving Haechan’s ankle a kiss as he attempts to get up. Haechan’s lips curl in disgust as Mark, Chenle and Jisung all give their own wet and uncomfortably airy kisses. 

“Get the fuck off me,” He hisses, without the venom. 

“He likes it,” Jaemin grunts, rising from the ground with a stumble. 

“Out of the bath, Princess,” Haechan snorts at you, staring at him with wide innocent eyes. 

You shake your head solemnly, “I can’t.” 

“You can.” 

Before you dare shake your head again, Haechan walks forward, knees hitting against the wall of the bath, “You’re a pain.” 

Defiantly, you hold out both hands and Haechan can’t get a grip on the laugh that rebounds against the bathroom walls, bending slightly to support your weight as you lift out of the bath and wrap your arms around him to ‘rest’. 

“Hey, you brought champagne too!” 

Haechan’s lips curl with amusement, “I only brought it cause you were already drinking it, Princess.” 

Mark turns to the scene, his arms hanging over the barricade the rest of the boys make with their bodies, “Bruh, I’m saying there’s something between them-” 

Truthfully, you both heard what he said and if he wanted to be honest, Haechan smiled like it was nothing but the truth. Like the way his heart was acting was considered normal and the almost fluttery feeling in his body was just part of your body butter smell. He leaned a little closer to you, close enough to count every eyelash you had and close enough to question whether the warmth he felt came from your waist or his fingertips. 

You…you smiled too. But…. you only smiled because he did. 

AND NOW, US

your best friend's best friend offers his services as you keep complaining about your lack of… sexual gratification.

chapter twenty : a 'who' reason

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[nanasarea]

Omg, I love your worksssss especially the smuts Lol. But can I request a fluff with haechan where the s/o is tired and stressed and he wants her to rest?

[13:12] As you took yet another sip of your drink, you desperately fought the urge to just close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

You’ve been up for around 18 hours now and yet you still had so much work to do. Just as you were about to open the 57th tab, you saw your boyfriend from the corner of your eye.

"is that-is that y/n or a raccoon?” Haechan asked as he sat next to you. You jokingly tried to hit him, but you were too tired to use the usual force. 

“Weakling.” He joked before grabbing onto your hand and cuddling it.

“Y/N, i want cuddles and you’re in desperate need of a break, come on, you can finish this later.” He whined.

“No, I need to finish this. If I don’t, I’ll-” “If you continue, you’ll get a headache from the stress and sleep deprivation and you’ll get annoyed from me, so if you don’t get your ass in bed so we can cuddle, I will be weally sad.” He cut you off, starting to use his cuteness against you.

 “Aren’t you gonna annoy me whatever I do” You laughed, causing him to fake laugh before sending you a death glare.

“I’ll watch the latest One Piece episode without you then.” He said, sighing before you quickly turned to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“No no no no no no no! I’m taking a break, see? I just need to save it real quick, okay?” You asked as he sighed, hiding the proud smile on his face. 

“Fine, make it quick.” He said as you quickly saved your work and kissed his cheek. 

“No, I want one here.” He whined, pointing to his lips while doing the “kyuu” pose. 

“You’ve been around Renjun way too much, I feel like I’m dating him half of the time.” You joked, to which he whined.

“I’m nothing like him! I mean I love him to death, he is my platonic soulmate, I would do anything for him, he is the light of my life but he’s such a whiny bitch a-”, with that you dragged his whiny ass to bed for some cuddles. 

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it! also thank you so much, I’m not that confident with my smuts haha