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lonelystczennie · 9 months

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Surprise Visit

Haechan x Reader

Summary: You and Haechan spend the day together after you surprise him on tour.

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: swearing, teeniest bit suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This is kinda set in New York, cause it reminded me of when he and part of 127 went exploring on Ty’s vlog last year. Hope you like it!

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‘304. 305. 306.’ You quickly scanned the room numbers as you made your way down the hotel hallway, double checking the info Mark had texted you for what felt like the hundredth time, unable to quell the flurry of nerves in your stomach as you finally found the correct room.

The same list of worries that had pestered you for hours on the plane rolled through your mind again. What if he wasn’t here right now? What if he was busy? What if he was upset at you showing up like this?

Granted, that last one was highly unlikely, based on the way he’d been lamenting to you over video calls and text in the last two weeks. If you’d had a nickel for everytime either of you had said “I miss you”, it would’ve more than covered the cost for your flight here.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked lightly.

“Room service!” You called.

You could hear a faint “What?” from inside, followed by the sound of shuffling footsteps before the door was suddenly thrown open with a loud screech.

“BABY!” You were immediately engulfed in the tightest bear hug from him, nearly tipping off balance from the force of impact.

“MY BABY!” He cried, clinging to you.

“Hyuck shush, people’ll think you're being murdered.” You giggled, struggling to breathe.

“I don’t care! My baby! My angel!” He cried, covering your face in kisses as he pulled you into his room.

“What are you doing here? How did you get here?” He asked once he finally relaxed his hold on you.

“You kept saying how much you missed me, so I asked Mark and the guys to help me surprise you.” You explained.

“That’s what they kept snickering about earlier.” Haechan realized, recalling how Jaemin kept grinning while asking if he’d talked to you yet that day.

“You know, I’m not sure how I feel about you texting my members behind my back.” He told you with a small frown.

“You wanna get jealous or do you wanna be happy that I’m here?” You asked.

“I can do both.” He replied, earning a shove from you that he played up by falling back on the bed dramatically. “Agh, I’ve been hit! Medic!”

You laughed as you sat down next to him. “So is there anything you wanna do today?”

“I can think of a few things.” He said with a smirk, reaching for you teasingly.

You swatted his hands away, giving him a pointed look. “Besides that.”

“Alright then, that sounds fun.” You agreed.

“Fine.” He groaned, thinking for a moment. “Do you wanna go explore the city? Do some sightseeing? I can take the afternoon off.”

"Won't the others be annoyed though?"

"If they are, they'll only have themselves to blame as your co-conspirators." He said.

The two of you quickly got ready and headed out, opting to steer clear of some of the busier tourist areas and wandering around downtown, going in and out of little shops that you thought looked interesting, till you happened to pass a particular restaurant that Haechan recognized.

“Wait! I remember coming here with the 127 hyungs, let’s eat here!” He said excitedly, already pulling you along inside.

“See? They have games and ping pong tables, you wanna play a round?” He asked, already gravitating towards an empty table.

“You sure you want to get your ass beat by me again like last time?” You teased, raising a brow at him.

“I’ll have you know that I’ve been practicing, so it’s your ass that’s in danger this time, babe.” He said cockily, twirling a paddle.

“Alright, then, loser pays for lunch?” You suggested.

“Deal.”

*Ten minutes later*

“That’s match point, I win!” You squealed as you spun around in celebration.

When you turned back around, you noticed he just stood staring at you, a crooked grin adorning his face.

“You look awfully happy for someone who just lost a bet.” You commented.

“I just can’t believe that you’re actually here.” He said with a small laugh.

“It was a good surprise then?” You asked.

“The best surprise.” He said, coming round the table to wrap his arms around you. “I swear, I want to take you everywhere with me from now on.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, leaning down to kiss your nose.

“That can be discussed, but first I want fries.” You grinned.

He laughed. “Why do I feel like I’ve been hustled?”

“Beats me, you’re the one that agreed to it.” You said, turning to head for the seats.

“I’d always agree to you.” He whispered.

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nako-doodles · 5 years

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5 things tag

I was tagged by the sweetie @honeyboijin 💕💕 thank u bub✨

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

my wallet! my mom bought me a coral pink leather wallet that has these 3 card compartments so I can carry all of my store membership cards, my 432548390869240 restaurant stamp cards, the occasional bill, and my debit/credit cards. my mom always jokes I have an entire deck of stamp cards and she is right! I am determined to fill and get me my Free Meal(tm)!!!

2 pairs of headphones, usually one bluetooth and one wired. im paranoid I would be music-less for the day and I have to listen to the cacophony that is rush hour in a metropolitan city...squeaking breaks and honking and people im trying to pretend I didn't recognize or see.......

my phone...usually attached to life support (my external battery) bc my grandpa phone is just barely hanging in there.....and so am I

a container of liquid -- be it my baby pink contigo water bottle for warmer days or my pastel pink s’well bottle full of tea for colder days, or my ridiculous infuser bottle for when I want to be ~aesthetic~ (or when my fruits are about to go bad lmfAO)

my keys. its attached to a pink cherry blossom S keychain I got when I went to DC, a swiss army knife, a small alarm, and a (you guessed it) pink karabiner bc im scared I would accidentally drop it when im rummaging for sthing in my bag.

5 things you’ll find in my room:

books. shelves of books. piles of books. leaning towers of books. books underneath my folded laundry. books piled on top of my planner. books using my clear case of earrings as a book-end. so. many. books. in fact I once rearranged my shelf of favourite henle music sheets and found another row of piano books right behind it 😭

ticket stubs...from concerts or movies or musicals or festivals

‘smelly goop’ as my mom calls it -- lotions, creams, gels, oils, emulsions, balms, masks etc etc....I just want to feel and smell nice😭

post-it notes. post-its on the wall in front of my desk of due dates, post-its on the doorway to remind me to bring my WPK (wallet phone keys), post-its on my drawers to remind me to fold laundry etc etc

a plethora of decorative pillows and stuffies and throws and rugs. bc I have never grown up past 3 yo and I like snuggling with giant soft things.

5 of my favorite things

food! good food delicious food gourmet food fast food junk food....my single brain cell requires two (2) things to run: bangtan and food

my friends and family and moots and followers 💕 happy valentines day I hope you get showered in love today and also every day 💕

music

any paper crafts...paper patterns, calligraphy, kirigami, origami etcetc

books and reading. obviously. my room back home can probably double as the second library at this point.

5 things I’m into right now

making sure everyone I know knows that they are loved

baking really complex recipes from scratch...though there really arent any family-sized convection ovens in e. asia...so I just have my aunt’s small microwave oven...or try to use a steamer OTL ya girl just wants to eat a nice and moist Black Forest cake 😭😭😭

art conservation...esp. people removing really dirty and discolored varnishes off old painting

watching/listening to people recreate instrumentals of different pop songs

traditional artisans making their traditional crafts ie. pottery or garment making etcetc

5 things on my to-do list:

get new headphones...my cousin accidentally dropped my earbuds into a boiling pot of congee the other day.....dont ask

catch up on Bangtan Run and Bomb eps 😓 im sorry im a bad army

reply to my emails...actually wait. find my motivation to reply to emails, then actually go about replying to emails

find a new desktop theme bc its the last bit of spring/cny cleaning I need to do but im laaaaaaaaaaaazy

catching up on Jenna Marble videos bc shes just a no nonsense hilarious human and I’m always in need of some ‘oops I fell off my bed but I can’t get up bc my abs are still cramping from my laughter’

i tag: @t0d-oder-freiheit @jinseas @seokjinsult @seokjiniesgf @jinergy @bangpdgf @kimseokjinniestan @odeng1e @jinsapeach @yoooooongiis @jinbeann @geniuslab @jincentvangogh & anyone who wants to do this 💕

#I have so many books that sometimes I use my really heavy piano books as a low stool for when I have to sit down to use my floor #dont tell my piano teacher that I find my giant trio of Mozart sonatas is only worthy of being sat on......#or that my schirmers collection of Debussy is actually on the bottom bc I dont like playing Debussy bc impressionist piano pieces #have all these giant chords that I cant reach....like calm down sir there is absolutely no need for you to include #a 15 note span of an inverted diminished chord in c minor....#this is small hand discrimination......#in other news: if I got a nickel everytime I list out what I have in pink Iwould richer than bangtan combined #its just my brain man....it sees pink and automatically thinks I need to own it #can we also talk about how I have so many stamp cards that I sometimes have repeats BC I FORGET THAT I ALREADY HAVE ONE???#I have 3 cards for spot dessert bar and another 2 for bowllin'......like why am I such a glutton and also a capitalist pig.......#that reminds me....I have one more yakisoba/okonomiyaki @otafuku to get myself some Free Food when I get back...im Excite(tm)#anyways happy valentines my loves I hope today is/was filled with happiness love and laughter and chocolates 💖❤️💜#hash tag games #muwutuals

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crystalkleure · 6 years

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Man, I've been putting this post off. For like...weeks.

Alright, if anyone's interested in knowing why I haven't been online much lately, there's a wall of text under the cut:

I'm deathly allergic to just about everything I touch. No, really.

It turns out I have the same really horrible illness that my grandmother has. It skipped right over my mom, but it got me. Gran's always called it 'environmental illness', but I'm not sure if that's really the actual name for it or not. Basically, whenever I'm exposed to something, I become severely allergic to that thing in a day or two. So, that's a real good way to literally starve to death; whenever I eat something, I'm allergic to it the next day and it makes me really sick, and it's like that forever now.

But it's not just food. It's progressed to the point where just touching some things, like nickel and some dyes, can make my skin peel and blister. And it's going to get worse, to where further exposure to anything I've become allergic to is going to make my airways swell and seal up.

I'm taking tons of Benadryl and Ondansetron tablets [antihistamines and antiemetics] right now, so I'm still a semi-functional human being sometimes, but that's not going to work forever. It's already not working as well as it was at first, and it's not ideal anyway. Because sure, I can actually eat and keep it down, but it still hurts like a bitch for hours. And sure, I can touch certain things without my skin peeling and bleeding, but it still itches sometimes. Over-the-counter antihistamines just aren't strong enough, and what they can do won't last -- I'm already nearly having to OD on it just to get a few hours of relative peace. And Ondansetron is NOT something that is meant to be taken every seven hours for months on end [which is how I’ve been having to take it], so who knows how that’s going to fuck me up eventually.

But there's no actual real cure for this. The only known reliable treatment available is a weekly shot that would make me not be allergic to just enough things so that I can exist in a tightly-controlled space without immediately keeling over dead. It doesn't cover much. My grandma takes that shot, and she can only eat the same 10-20 unseasoned foods, and nothing else, just the bare, bland essentials, forever, and she can only wear pure cotton clothing. She spends most of her time shut up in her house, and she always has to have someone around to take care of her. She can't go out in public for more than a few hours at a time, because whenever she does she'll inevitably run into something she's allergic to and she'll suddenly get so sick she has to go straight to the hospital. So, she can be exposed to other things for a little while, but not for very long, and not two days in a row. And everytime she IS exposed to the outside world, she's taking a huge risk. She doesn't know exactly when she'll suddenly stop being okay.

So that's the kind of fun I'm looking at for the rest of my life. I'm not even sure when I'll actually be able to get that shot, though.

See, the doctors around here don't seem to believe that this is a real condition. Gran had to go all the way to Texas before she found a doctor that would actually take her seriously. And it also doesn't help that one of the fuckwit doctors I've gone to has put it down in my medical records that I'm just anorexic, there's nothing else wrong with me.

I'm not anorexic, and I never have been.

Of course, don't you know that ANY time a young woman suddenly loses a lot of weight and is reluctant to eat anything, the ONLY possible diagnosis is anorexia! It can't be anything else!

They won't even LOOK for anything else now, for the most part. It's because they don't believe me when I say there's actually something really wrong, they just berate me and threaten to lock me up in some eating disorder clinic if I don't improve, fast.

And I know they don't believe me because anorexics lie. They lie about their weight so you won't nag them. They lie about actually having a physical ailment as a cause for the dramatic weight loss, to keep the doctors trying to treat them running around in circles looking for something that isn't there. They lie. And so, if a doctor thinks you're anorexic, nothing you say can convince them otherwise. Sometimes they won't even listen if a family member tries to vouch for you too, because they just think they're an enabler.

But, it's in my records now, which any new doctor I go to will read before they even see me, and I can't change it. So that's everyone's first impression now. Even if I try to change to a new doctor, I'm fucked before they even talk to me. I'm probably going to end up in some eating disorder rehab torture clinic before anyone even considers that something might really be wrong with me, because then at least they could SEE that their 'treatments' won't work; they'll just make me very sick.

This is actually even more complicated than just all of that though, if I go into all the nasty details of how lower-class American healthcare works [or doesn't work], but that's already been what, ten paragraphs of text? Here's some more bullshit anyway:

I had to pay $800 out-of-pocket for an independent allergy test because me and my mom had a hunch that this might be what was wrong, but we couldn't convince my doctor to order an official test for it [which would have been free for us]. She didn't think it was 'medically necessary'.

Even now, these stupid fucking MedicAid doctors won't accept those results as any sort of real evidence or information because a test supposedly has to be 'officially' ordered by them before they'll put the results down in my medical records

I've already been thrown in a psych ward once. Not an eating disorder clinic, mind you, but an ordinary psych ward. For suicide watches and violent people. I spent the night in there with those people. Didn't get a lot of sleep. The only reason I got out the very next day was because normal psych wards don't accept 'eating disorder' patients. Do I have to say it was the same fuckwit idiot doctor who put “just anorexic” down in my official medical records who fucking improperly Baker Acted me here? I could sue that fucker if I had the energy for it, I'm sure of that.

Doctors who accept MedicAid like to triple- and quadruple-book multiple patients for the same time slots, so I generally never actually get to speak more than about two or three sentences to any of my doctors before they throw me out of their office and move on to the next guy. They do this because MedicAid apparently doesn't pay them 'enough' per patient, so they try to make up for that in quantity over quality.

It's almost impossible to get any of my doctors on the phone. And they won't call back if I leave a message. So I have to spend an hour or more calling back repeatedly before I actually get a person instead of a machine on the line, just so I can ask for a prescription refill. Every time.

Changing my primary care doctor would do me no good. I can only pick from a very short list of them that is provided to me by Humana [my insurance provider]. If I go to anyone who's not on their list, they won't cover it. And these people are all the same, because they all take the same crappy cheap insurance. They all do the multi-booking thing and don't listen.

Also I'd have to get 'referred' over to any new doctor I want to see by my current PC doctor before I can officially change. And there's NO WAY I can get this one to do that; everything I've tried to ask her to do, she's said is 'not medically necessary' and I need to go home and 'just eat'. She really wants to send me off to some eating disorder clinic.

And because of the constant threat of being locked up, I've been putting off going back to the doctor at all for about a month now.

#I am exhausted #It's a little hard to get too enthusiastic about the holidays when you're asleep for half the day and miserable for the other half #Also apparently I have really bad kidneys and those might randomly try to fail on me with no warning too so #Put all this on top of scoliosis; hip dysplasia; hyperflexibility; endometriosis; and ovarian cysts #Why the fuck do people with such terrible genes think it's okay for them to procreate and make kids like me #Why would anybody do that #I won't #I don't even think my reproductive organs still work at this point but if they do I want them taken out just in case #But of course that's 'not medically necessary' and they'll never do it #CK's bullshit

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