Haechan X Reader

The Melody of Us: A Haechan x Reader Story

The air was thick with anticipation as the final notes of NCT’s performance echoed through the arena. The crowd roared, their cheers a symphony of adoration for the group that had just delivered an electrifying show. You stood backstage, your heart pounding in your chest, clutching the setlist you’d scribbled notes on earlier. As a music journalist, this was your first time covering an NCT concert, and you were determined to make the most of it.

But there was another reason your nerves were frayed. Lee Donghyuck, better known as Haechan, had been the subject of your secret admiration for years. His infectious smile, unparalleled stage presence, and soulful voice had captured your heart long before you’d ever met him. Now, here you were, about to interview him.

As you smoothed out your skirt and took a deep breath, the curtain parted, and Haechan walked in, his signature grin lighting up the room. “Hello!” he greeted, his voice as warm as you’d imagined. “Ready to talk?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. You gestured to the chairs set up in the corner of the room. “Shall we?”

The Interview

The conversation flowed effortlessly, Haechan’s easygoing nature putting you at ease. You discussed the tour, his creative process, and the challenges of balancing group and solo activities. But it was when you asked about his connection with fans that the room seemed to shift.

“For me, it’s not just about performing. It’s about sharing a moment, creating a memory. When I’m on stage, I feel like I’m talking directly to each person in the audience. That connection? It’s everything.”

His words resonated deeply with you. You’d always admired his ability to make people feel seen, and hearing him articulate it only made you more enamored.

As the interview wrapped up, Haechan leaned back in his chair, a playful glint in his eye. “So, what’s next for you? After this, I mean.”

You hesitated, then smiled. “I’m not sure yet. But I’m excited to see where this takes me.”

“Good,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Because I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

Uncharted Territory

The days following the interview blurred together in a whirlwind of excitement and uncertainty. You published your article, which was met with rave reviews from both fans and colleagues. But it was the personal message from Haechan that caught you off guard.

You replied almost immediately, your fingers flying across the keyboard. And just like that, a casual correspondence blossomed. Texts turned into calls, which eventually led to a tentative friendship.

One evening, as you were scrolling through your notes for an upcoming piece, your phone buzzed. It was Haechan, asking if you were free to meet up. He was in your city for a brief visit and wanted to catch up in person.

Your heart raced as you typed out a quick reply. “Of course. Where should we meet?”

“How about that little café you mentioned last time? The one with the lavender lattes?”

You smiled. “Perfect.”

A Moment Suspended in Time

The café was cozy, the air scented with the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods. Haechan was already there when you arrived, his head bent over a sketchpad. He looked up as you approached, his eyes lighting up.

“You made it!” he exclaimed, standing to pull out a chair for you. “I was just doodling. Nothing special.”

You sat down, your gaze drifting to the sketchpad. “Mind if I see?”

He hesitated for a moment before sliding it across the table. The drawing was of the café, the details meticulously rendered. But what caught your attention was the figure in the corner—a woman with wavy hair, smiling as she sipped her drink.

“Is that… me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Haechan’s cheeks flushed, but he nodded. “I saw you here in my mind, so I drew it. It’s not perfect, though.”

“It’s beautiful,” you replied, your heart swelling. “Thank you.”

The conversation that followed was easy, filled with laughter and shared stories. But it was the silence between words that spoke volumes. The way Haechan’s eyes lingered on you, the subtle lean of his body toward yours—it was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

As the afternoon turned to evening, Haechan sighed, glancing at his watch. “I should probably head back. But… can I see you again?”

You nodded, unable to find your voice. He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Good. Because I’d really like that.”

The Melody of Us

The weeks that followed were a blur of stolen moments and late-night conversations. Haechan’s schedule was packed, but he made time for you whenever he could. Whether it was a quick coffee date or a stroll through the park, every moment together felt precious.

One evening, as you sat on a bench overlooking the city skyline, Haechan took your hand in his, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. “You know,” he began, his voice low and serious, “I’ve never felt this way before. About anyone.”

You turned to him, your heart pounding. “Haechan—”

“Let me finish,” he said, cutting you off with a soft smile. “You’ve brought something into my life that I didn’t even know I was missing. And I don’t want to let that go.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a tender kiss. It was a moment suspended in time, a melody that only the two of you could hear.

As you pulled away, Haechan rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I love you,” he whispered, the words a promise and a prayer.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice steady but filled with emotion.

And in that moment, under the glow of the city lights, you knew that this was just the beginning. The melody of you and Haechan had only just begun, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you.