June 6th, 2019

I know this was late uploading but Happy birthday to our full sunshine, Donghyuck! He is an amazing vocalist and a cutie in general and more. He deserves all the love in the world and let’s thank him for working hard and getting back up so easily after his hiatus. We love you Hyuck esp. me, I hope you have/had a good day. You deserve everything and I love you with all my heart and so does all of the NCTZENS in the world.

Arien @yanggerm | insp

hyuck-s:

[4:43] - 80′s/90′s au

his call finally connects, he shuffles and fiddles with anything within his reach before instantly calming at your quiet ‘hello?’. there’s a small pause before you hear your best friend on the other side of the line; he whispers your name through a sob and you sit up to lean against the headboard of your bed. ‘hey, are you okay?’ you talk into the receiver, tugging at the wire, bringing the rotary closer to the edge of your bedside table. you hear his faint, muffled sobs from the other side, your chest tightening.

‘i’ he begins. haechan sits slumped against the wall of his living room - dim light washes over as he stares at the static on the analog. ‘i just’, he exhales and it’s almost as if you can feel his breath on your cheek; ‘needed to hear your voice so badly’. you place the receiver between your shoulder and neck to hold it in place, immediately getting up. you struggle to reach your wardrobe for some clothes without putting the phone down. ‘no- i know what you’re doing - don’t try and come over’, ‘please’ you hear his small voice. ‘i don’t want to say these next things face to face’.

you simmer down to the floor, leaning back against your bed. ‘tell me what’s going on’, ‘are you safe?’; he hears your voice and nods to himself, forgetting you couldn’t see him for a moment. ‘no- yes - i’m fine’. you become quiet for the rest of the conversation, not realising your own tears spilling onto your face and down your neck. he struggles to speak, leaving long pauses where you can just about make out his shaky sighs in the silence of his apartment. he confesses his affection for you through tears, his sentences like knives through your chest and gut as you struggle to keep your own sobs from becoming apparent.

when he finishes, you don’t say anything, you sit - receiver in hand before you finally hear the end tone. your partner shuffles in bed, looking over the edge to find you on the floor, ‘hey’ they startle you. you put the receiver down before wiping your tears in a hurry - ‘who was that?’ they ask and ‘don’t worry’ is the only response you can handle. your best friend chokes out another sob, the receiver rests on his chest as he absorbs the light from the television again. ‘i love you’ he cries to himself. his eyes close, his chest aches.