"it's the fact that we don't like each other more than friends."
-a gang!haechan au
• Dec 10 2018 - April 15 2020 [ edited ]
cover by : @minsyeuga
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Haechan sighed as he threw himself on his bed, couldn't get his mind off you. That particular day you cried so hard and were clinging onto his shirt for your dear life replaying in his mind like a broken DVD player.
He did feel bad that you had to go through horrible things, making it worse that the guy harassed you was his uncle. He glanced at his phone which had buzzed for attention.
He blinked to see Jeno's name on the screen. Without questioning further, he answered it, holding it near his ear.
"Haechan,"
"What"
"Be honest with me," Jeno paused. "The hell is going on with you and Yoojin?" Haechan scoffed, Jeno never cusses at him unless he is angry.
"What did I do this time."
"I saw her crying next to you last 2 days,"
Haechan's eyes wandered around, looking for an excuse. They shouldn't know about this.
"Haechan" Jeno called him out when he got no response.
"Yeah, so what I teased her so badly she cried?" Haechan tried to cover up. He heard Jeno sighed, "Lame excuse, Haechan. You like her, why would you make her cry?"
World stop for haechan, did jeno found out that he has a crush on you?
"What?" Haechan half-whispered. "I'm your best friend, Haechan. I could tell you like her, am I right?"
"Get off my problems," Haechan instantly hung up the call. He doesn't want the others to find out about him crushing on you, because it's awkward. Haechan exhaled, putting a hand over his chest, his heartbeat accelerated.
He groaned, squirming around his bed, "How did you do this Park Yoojin." He shouted in his pillow.
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Your dad didn't come home that night, you quickly locked the door. Jisung looked at you weirdly and you rushed to him, cupping both his cheeks in your small hand.
"Jisung, pack your things up. We are going out." Jisung's mouth left agape, but you rushed him to pack his things.
"Where are we going, noona?" Jisung's voice almost cracked as he tried to hold his tears while tossing everything he needed into the bag you shoved him. You didn't answer him, too busy grabbing any clothes you have and the money you hid.
Your grip on Jisung's wrist tightened as you look at the empty road. You turn your head to Jisung, who's silently crying. "Ya! stop crying or I'll leave you behind!" You warned and immediately the boy wiped his tears with his sleeves.
"On the count of three, we are going to run to the left. Never stop and never let go of my hand, do you get it." you said to Jisung and he timidly nodded.
"One, two-"
"HEY BASTARDS! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" You gasped, noticing your drunk dad coming from the right.
"THREE!" You shouted as both of you sprinted away from home, you could hear your dad shouting but you ignored, your hold on Jisung's wrist tightened as you don't want to leave him behind.
This was the only way you sorted out to get both of you out of the problem, but you weren't sure until when you were going to run. You slowed down as you reached the familiar street, Jisung got on his knees, catching for breath.
