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NCT: (Haechan) Pt. 1: "What was that..?" (Fluff)

Get ready for a sweet story!

"So do you want to get ice cream now? You know like, as an 'after practice treat'?"

Your best friend asked as you two got closer to the parlor.

"Uh sure, why not?"

You both smiled and walked in together.

You waited in line patiently, watching him dance around to the faint and familar music playing in the background of the sweet smelling shop.

You shook your head at him playfully as he bounced around to the beat.

A minute after the song finished; it was your turn and you ordered your cone, watching the workers press the buttons on the soft serve machine.

"You guys work really hard here."

You crossed your arms, feeling impressed by his quick movements.

"Haha, it's nothing really. But thank you." He smiled, topping off your cone.

You nodded in response, about to say more until your friend hit your arm, rushing in to get a cone, toppling yours over.

"Haechan! You DROPPED mine!" You called to him.

"Sorry Y/N, I was just trying to get the last rocky road cone."

He scratched his neck nervously, feeling embarrassed by his actions.

"Your face is red." You rolled your eyes at him, scooping up the now spilled treat.

He nodded, lips tucked in with hands in his denim pockets.

"May I please replace mine, sir?"

You asked while dusting your hands over the trash can.

"Mhm, and would you like the same flavor?" He looked at you.

You nodded, standing near Haechan.

He was tapping endlessly on his phone, playing his favorite app game.

"Yes please, four scoops of strawberry with caramel drizzle."

You heard a voice interupt your conversation.

"HOLD ON JUST A SECOND MISSY, STRAWBERRY?!"

Haechan had yelled from beside you.

"Yes strawberry, and YOU can't have any!"

You teased, taking a bite out of the freezing cold cone.

You THOUGHT you had made him mad.

But you didn't.

"Good, I don't want any!"

He commented, crossing his arms.

You felt confused.

"Oh what is it now? You'd rather eat MINE?"

You teased, licking up more.

"What? Ew, no! I HATE strawberry!"

His words made you freeze briefly.

"I prefer vanilla, it makes me feel warm inside."

He smirked and leaned his arm against the counter.

"Riiight...but strawberry is better."

You kept licking it up.

Should I keep this story going?