𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

get into it (yuh)

Ship; Jaehyun X Haechan
Group; NCT 127
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There's a knock on the door and Jaehyun turns on his bed to stare at it as if it'll open on its own accord. Well, sure enough, just as he opens his mouth to say "come in", the door bursts wide open and in walks a hooded Haechan.

The younger man has his hood up and zipped up so only his eyes and nose were out. All in all, he looked sullen and down and there wasn't much to be said about it.

He doesn't even know if he should speak because of the state his junior is in so he just watches the other walk towards the bed until he flops next to him.

"You good?" He finally wills himself to say, his phone still clasped in his hands and held on his lap. There's the urge to reach up to Haechan's neck and rub it in circles for comfort but he doesn't. Something tells him he shouldn't.

Haechan, despite his rowdy nature, doesn't say anything even after being asked what's wrong. That's not the most unusual thing here though, it's the fact that he came to Jaehyun and not any other member like Mark — his personal favorite person — or someone else. Not that Jaehyun minds but it's just really.. new.

"Hyuck?" Jaehyun tries again, now getting a little worried and dropping his phone away, turning his body to face him immediately.

The latter falls back on the bed, sighing out loud and then finally meeting Jaehyun's sight and he lets out a groan, turning his body around so he's on his tummy and his face is in the sheets.

He looks a little goofy this way and Jaehyun chuckles, urging himself to run his palm across the expanse of Haechan's back. The touch startles the younger man but then he relaxes and returns to groaning into the sheets below him.

"Aren't you ever going to say a thing?" Jaehyun asks, his chest a little light since it doesn't seem to be so bad at the moment. He hears a huff and a mumble of words from Haechan but doesn't interpret it so he urges him to speak up and lift his head.

Haechan does manage to lift his head and eventually, his body off the flat way he was lying down in and then sits cross legged on the bed, now mustering up the courage to speak while facing his older member.

"Hyung," he starts and Jaehyun nods his head as a way of telling him to go on.

But he doesn't go on. Instead he just shifts in his spot, moving closer to Jaehyun while the other just stares at him curiously. It's already weird having two of them in the same room all alone but it seems to be getting even more weirder.

Haechan doesn't quite look like himself now that Jaehyun notices, on the contrary, he's staring at him with a look of... Hunger? Thirst? Maybe both all at once? Jaehyun can't place his finger on it and frankly, he doesn't want to.

The entire room is up and about with a tension so thick, it could be cut with a saw. And try as he might, it's like he's entranced, bewitched, trapped in this cocoon, held down by a force not even there but he feels it. Like cuffs too tight at his wrist. Or a collar buttoned too high but he can't be seen removing it on camera so he endures it.

Maybe its the anticipation of what's to come that makes him sit still in his spot as Haechan lifts his hand and run the back of his fingers over his right cheek, his bangs covering his dark eyes that are watching his every movement.

"Hyung," he repeats, the second word he's said since he barged into the room like he owned it. Maybe Jaehyun should've reprimanded him for it earlier but right now, it's a little too late for that, not that he even wants to.. he couldn't even if he tried to.

He lets out a gentle hum, letting Haechan know that he's still there albeit the sheen over his eyes. That he's still paying attention to him even though his cheek feels like it's on fire and he doesn't know how to breath properly again.