NCT One-Shots

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Jaemin x Haechan

A black satin long-sleeve shirt tucked into black skinny jeans with a belt around his waist and body rolls is it takes for Jaemin to fall (even) hard(er) for the brunet male.

The song "Lemonade" blasts through the speakers, making it heard all around the room. But it doesn't play in his ears as loud as it should be because he's distracted by the dancing male.

When it's over, he goes over to his duffel bag in the corner and grabs his water bottle. Jaemin can't take his eyes off him as he watches the bottle make contact with his lips and the water spill into his mouth, giving him access to see his neck bob as he gulps down the drink.

At this point, he is sure that Haechan can't get any hotter.

But he's proven wrong when the two make eye contact and Haechan gives him a cocky smirk that makes his insides feel like they're running wild through his body.

The thing about Haechan is that he gets cocky. But it's because he knows he has a right to be. The way people look at him and react all fuel his ego, only ever getting knocked down when he's alone so he can criticize himself in private.

None of those thoughts are in his mind as he approaches Jaemin with a grin on his face. Despite his tight jeans, he still manages to sit down in front of him, crossing his legs.

"Do you want something?" The copper-haired male asks quietly, trying to pretend like he hasn't been staring at the man since he entered the practice room in that outfit.

"You", Haechan answers with a wink and Jaemin mentally prays that he's able to keep calm and not show any emotion.

"Anything else?"

"Fine. To dance with you."

"To dance?"

The brunet nods.

"What kind of dancing?"

"Hm..", he tilts his head up, lifting his chin and raising his eyes as he pretends to think, his expression looking adorable.

Or maybe it's just him.

"Slow dancing."

"Uh, why?"

"Cause you're a good dancer and no one else wants to do it with me."

"Did you even ask?"

Haechan brings a hand to his chest, faking hurt. "Ouch! Do you not wanna spend time with me that bad?"

And maybe it's part of his plan and Jaemin should ignore it—and him—but instead, he allows himself to feed into it and grab the brunets wrist, stopping him before he walks away.

He tugs him back down to his sitting height and makes eye contact with him.

"I don't mind you", he tells him, softly.

Haechans eyes rake over his face, taking in the sincerity in his voice and on his face. He looks down to where their hands rest, next to each other.

He almost swears he sees the hand twitch as if wanting to hold his. When he looks at Jaemin, he's staring out the large window, avoiding eye contact.

The feeling of a body right next his doesn't make him look away. Even as he feels a hand take his, he doesn't look at the male, but he squeezes his hand back and doesn't let go as they sit against the wall in silence.
     
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                    A few days later

Haechan moves along to the music with Jaemins hands on his waist, lightly guiding him. There's already a grin on the brunets face but it seems to make a breakthrough and causes a soft grin to form on his partners face.