NCT Oneshots {ot23} | open

Warmth: RenHyuck

▹prompt: warmth
▹word count: 2541
▹genre: fluff
▹warnings: n/a

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Haechan rubs the last of his sleep from his eyes as he pads into the kitchen, his favourite oversized t-shirt and baggy sweatpants hugging his body. The t-shirt was a gift from Renjun and he's only just managed to reclaim it after it somehow snuck back into his boyfriend's wardrobe. But he doesn't mind - his clothes are Renjun's too, by default. They're more or less the same size anyway. The thought of his boyfriend has his stomach swooping and infuses a spring into his step.

Taeyong is already sat at the table with an empty bowl. He taps his fingers along to a tune only he can hear. Haechan spots the bags under the leader's eyes and guesses he must have spent another night at the studio, and the beats he was working on seem to loop in his head as he begins to hum.

"Good evening, Haechan-ah!" Taeyong's face lights up and Haechan stops in the doorway, raising an amused eyebrow until Taeyong realises his blunder. "Oh dear, I meant good morning." He mutters, and blinks with so much lethargy that his eyes flutter shut for a few seconds each time.

"Don't worry, hyung. Have you been working all night?" Haechan tries to mask the excitement in his voice when he rummages through the cupboards for a granola bar.

"Yeah." Taeyong sighs, before the crinkle returns to his eyes. "I've nearly completed a new track!"

"You'll have to let me listen, hyung."

"When the time is right, maybe I will." Taeyong smiles at the maknae and dumps his empty bowl in the sink. Haechan gives up on his hunt for food and turns to the leave the kitchen instead. "Are you not eating?"

"I will when I get to the dream dorm." He explains. Butterflies dance and twirl around in his stomach. Taeyong narrows his eyes. Haechan wriggles his toes under the leader's suspicious stare, and looks back with flushed cheeks.

"As long as you do." He nags. Haechan rolls his eyes. "Do you have schedules with them or something?" Taeyong runs a hand through his hair, tugging on the strands as he thinks back through the rota for the week. He can't recall anything about dream, and he scarcely misses a detail.

"Nope. I'm going to see Renjunnie." Taeyong softens his gaze and brings his hands back down to his sides, shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Of course you are." Haechan jumps away when Taeyong pokes his shoulder.

"Hyung!"

"Lovebirds."

"Says you, hyung. Am I supposed to pretend I didn't walk in on you and Doyoung-hyung making out in the middle of a practice room?" Haechan scoffs. Taeyong pokes his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head. The maknae curls his lips into a proud smile when he sees the leader give up.

"I never said you two weren't cute together."

"Well, it's our anniversary, so I want to get there are soon as possible."

"It's today?" Taeyong's eyes shoot open. He pauses for a second and the maknae watches a dozen emotions flicker through his eyes before he embraces the younger in a warm hug. "Three years already... congratulations! You're all growing up." Haechan tightens his lips at the leader's sentiment, but hugs back nevertheless.

"Thanks."

"Now go! Go find your man!" Taeyong cheers and Haechan doesn't need to be told twice, grabbing his winter coat and waving a hurried goodbye to the leader before bolting out the door.