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You're in Love-Haechan x Reader

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Y/n was sitting under the forty year old blossom tree at her apartment complex. It was her favorite place in her neighborhood because of the gentle breeze that moved her curls back and forth, back and forth. The tree also gave her a pretty good view of when Haechan came running down the hill, ready to tackle her in a hug.

The two had come a long way from when they first met. It went a little bit like this:

"Haechan, if you don't give me back my phone I swear I will burn all of your Michael Jackson posters that you have hanging on your bright, pink, wall...and maybe take a picture or two."

"You wouldn't dare!," responded Haechan, extending his arm further away from where Y/n was was looking up at him, a pout gracing her lips.

"Try me, b*tch."

"....fine, just because I know I shouldn't mess with crackheads," SMACK, "Hey!, what was that for?"

"For calling me a crackhead, you idiot. I have never done drugs-"

Haechan couldn't help but laugh a little at that "Oh really? What about that one time when you ate the pretty little brownie that had-"

"Shut up! We don't talk about that," said Y/n, looking down with her cheeks getting hotter and brighter by the minute.

Haechan couldn't help but pinch Y/n's cheeks watching as the pout on her lips only got bigger. She looked so adorable and fluffy and nice and just so cute that Haechan thought he would have a heart attack from how sweet Y/n was.

Unknown to both Haechan and Y/n, Jungwoo was staring at them from the other side of the street. His usual smile grew into a big grin when he saw Y/n looking up at Haechan before burying her head in his chest, arms coming around him.

"Huh," whispered Jungwoo to himself, "I guess those two idiots finally opened up their eyes and got together."

Nope. Jungwoo was wrong. He was staring at two oblivious, still idiotic, best friends that were blind to the others affections.

One would think that after all the chocolates and bubble tea that Haechan bought for Y/n that she would finally get the hint and ask him out. Or that after all the bracelets that Y/n bought and made for Haechan that he would ask her out. But no, these two share half a braincell amongst themselves. There was no way either of them would have the guts to ask the other out.

This is where Jungwoo and Doyoung come in the picture.

Doyoung might seem like he hates Haechan and wants to obliterate the shit out of him whenever he sees him or smack some sense into him or- ok, all of that is true, but he cares deeply about the younger boy. From the first time that they met, back in elementary school, Doyoung knew that he would do anything to protect his little sun. This does not mean that he wouldn't bully the younger or give him talks about his behavior when needed.

Haechan is getting one of those talks right now.

Jungwoo had called Doyoung as soon as he got home, wanting to report to the older what he had seen.

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"They're not together yet. I would have known."

"..."

"I know Haechan and I know that he doesn't have the brain power or courage to ask Y/n out. If anything, Y/n would be the one asking him out."

"You're not wrong," said Jungwoo, looking at his friend before bursting out laughing. "But, we have to help them get together. Do you know how exhausting it is to see them dance around each other, giving each other love eyes, but still not dating?"

Doyoung glared at the other, "Do you think you have it bad? Who is the one that has to hear Haechan rant about how beauty Y/n's eyes are or how her smile could end world hunger or how she is the funniest and nicest human being alive. Do you KNOW the struggle? Of listening to him rant about Y/n for hours on end?"

"Sorry, hyung," said Jungwoo, offering Doyoung a sympathetic smile.

"But, you're right. We need to help them. I'll talk to Haechan and try to make him understand."

Which is why Haechan is sitting in front of Doyoung right now, waiting for the older to begin talking. He was currently going through all the things he did this week, wondering if he did something illegal or bad. Something that required Doyoung-hyung to invite him to his house as opposed to texting him or calling him.

Doyoung cleared his throat and looked up to the ceiling, sending a little prayer up there, asking God to give him patience before focusing his gaze on Haechan.

"You're probably wondering what you're doing-"

"I mean yeah."

"-don't interrupt me. Anyways, I just wanted to check in with you about your crush on Y/n-"

"My what?"

"Your crush on Y/n," repeated Doyoung, a bit more forcefully this time.

Haechan let out a little nervous giggle before asking, "Where in tarnation did you get that idea from? Y/n is my best friend. Just my best friend."

"Haechannie, this might be difficult to hear but...you talk about Y/n like she hung up the stars on the sky or like she is the only good thing in this world-"

"I mean she is though-"

"There you go. And you defend her against any minor accusation."

Haechan looked away before saying, "I mean, how could someon as perfect as she do any wrong in this worl-oh, I like her. Hyung! I like her?!"

"Yes, Haechan. You have a crush on Y/n, I', glad you've finally come to this conclusion."

"What do I do now? Do I tell her? No, you f*cking idiot, she doesn't like you back. How could she," rambled on Haechan.

"Haechan, stop rambling and get a pair. You won't know if she likes you or not unless you ask her yourself. Now, get a move on and go and ask her."

"But hyung,'' pouted Haechan.

"No, that face won't work on me today. Get out." Doyoung pushed Haechan out the door and slammed the door on his face.

Haechan could only stared at the dark wood in disbelief, "Huh...I guess there is nothing else to do but ask Y/n what her feelings were."

Haechan ran to the pink blossom tree under Y/n's apartment complex where she was probably working on a new watercolor painting.

She saw him before he saw her. Panting and stumbling over his feet, he finally reached her, taking a hold of her hand.

He looked up and said, "You're my best friend." She knew that look, he was in love.

"Oh, you're mine too."

"But I want to be more."

Y/n's eyes widened, tears welling in her eyes.

"Is this some sort of joke?"

Haechan quickly grabbed her cheeks, holding them gently before saying: "I would never joke around about this, specially not with you. I am in love-"

"Oh, with who-"

"With you."

Silence. The sound of the birds chirping paused. The gentle breeze that had been coming and going paused. The whole world paused.

Until Y/n realized, she was in love. She could hear in the silence. She could hear on the way home. She could hear it with the lights out. They were in love, true love.

*DISCLAIMER: the last paragraph includes words from Taylor Swift's song, You are in love, credits to her*