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Haechan wasn’t sure why he decided to do this, thinking this might be a great promotional material for fans and to open a big part of him in public.
Just a casual “house tour” vlog sounded harmless when his mind suggested it, probably fifteen to thirty minutes, a few shots of his space, fans get to feel closer to him, everyone’s happy.
Except nothing about showing his home to millions of people felt simple, especially when he knew exactly what fans were like.
They didn’t just watch videos, they dissected, paused, screenshotted, zoomed in, and even drew circles around objects in the background and turned them into theories that sometimes trended for days.
Still, he decided to push the idea into reality. Now here he is, entering his house knowing there will be lots of cameras on every corner of his house.
“Okay, welcome to my place,” he said as he open the door. The camera caught his grin before panning across his living room.
The first thing you will notice wasn’t clutter, because there wasn’t any. It was the sharpness of everything. Black paneling, wood flooring,, sleek lines of dark marble that ran across the open kitchen and dining area. The high ceiling, paired with curtain that stretches from floor to ceiling concealed by a curtain cove, making the space look more expensive than it already was.
“Not much to show,”
He kept moving, not lingering long enough to give away too much. The living room looked like it had been plucked from a designer catalog: black sofa set, low glass coffee table, gray rug that fits with the whole aesthetic.
Overall, a clean, minimalist, and masculine space.
Except… there’s a blush-pink throw blanket folded neatly over the arm of the couch.
Haechan didn’t comment on it and just walked past.
Next stop is the kitchen, black marble island counter, matte cabinets that also stretches to the ceiling line. He opened one to show the mugs stacked inside, mostly monochrome.
Except… the one he pulled out without thinking, patterned with pink cherry blossoms.
He put it back quickly, laughing at himself. “Anyway… next.”
The camera followed him down the hall. The bathroom was spotless, polished tiles gleaming. He gestured at the double sink, making a joke about how one side never got used. The camera caught a glimpse anyway… a toothbrush with a pink handle lying on the counter.
He again Ignored it.
His music and gaming room came next. Acoustic panels along the wall, speakers and keyboard on the side. Monitor glowing with a mic hung suspended, headphones draped casually across the stand.
“This is where I spend ninety percent of my time whenever I’m home.” he admitted, softer, then grinned. “The other ten percent I’m sleeping.”
And then, finally, his bedroom.
He hesitated at the doorway before pushing it open. The space was different compared to the rest, a pure white bed against white walls, crisp sheets tucked neatly.
“Yeah. That’s it,” he said quickly, brushing past the lens. “My room. I sleep here. Nothing exciting.”
But the camera saw what it saw... a pale pink cushion on the chair in the corner. Just small enough to look out of place, just noticeable enough to stick in people’s minds.
Haechan ended the video by saying he is going to bed right after watching Doyoung’s video, giving his usual playful smile. He didn’t check the clips that wete recorded, he just let the company do their thing.
He should’ve known.
The vlog dropped on a Saturday evening, and by midnight, twitter was chaos. (I refuse to call it X, thank you very much)
@hyuckieboo: NOT HAECHAN HAVING A BLACK MARBLE KITCHEN?! Goes to show he’s rich af?
@fullsunistbebe: but why is his bed just pure white like a hotel room… he’s so unserious
@pinknanacheek: Wait. WAIT. EVERYONE PAUSE AT 12:07 Is that a pink toothbrush???
Replies flooded in instantly.
@renjunsleftbuttcheek: PINK TOOTHBRUSH LMAOOO WHO TF—
@markhyucklvrlvr: Nah bc that’s jaemin’s color, and everybody knows. BUT NAHHH NAHH how about my mahae?! My markhyuck??
@jaemseggxy: JAEMIN LIVES THERE CONFIRMED, NOBODY CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
Fans clipped screenshots. The blanket on the couch, the mug in the kitchen, the cushion in the corner of the bedroom. Threads started compiling them, side by side with Jaemin’s well-documented obsession with pink.
@nahyuckreal: Ok let’s talk about the evidences- a thread:
Blanket (living room) = pastel pink
Cherry blossom mug = pink
Toothbrush = pink
Cushion = pink
Coincidence? Or jaemin?
The thread had over 40k likes before noon.
Haechan scrolled through it all, slumped on his couch, the infamous blanket now bunched under his elbow. He groaned, thumb flicking past tweets with an expression that was half secondhand embarrassment, half disbelief.
“They’re insane,” he muttered.
But he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his mouth, because they weren’t wrong.
The toothbrush? Not his.
The mug? Definitely not his.
The cushion and blanket? He would never buy those for himself.
He didn’t have to look far to know whose they were.
A notification buzzed on his phone. Group chat blowing up with the members sending laughing emojis and screenshots. Chenle being Chenle even circled the pink toothbrush with neon arrows. Jaemin hadn’t replied in the chat, very typical of him.
Haechan threw his phone onto the coffee table and leaned back, covering his face with both hands. “God, this is never gonna die down.”
Later that night, his bedroom was dim, city lights spilling in through the window. Haechan lay stretched across his white sheets, scrolling through his phone again despite knowing it’d only make him roll his eyes more. The threads kept multiplying. Someone even made a compilation video titled “Every Pink Item in Haechan’s House Tour (Welcome to my Nahyuck Agenda)”.
He dropped the phone on his chest with a sigh. “They’re so bored.”
“Or just observant,” came a voice beside him.
Haechan turned his head. Jaemin was already sprawled across half the bed, hair messy, one arm tucked behind his head like he owned the place. Which, judging by the pink cushion he’d dragged over from the chair earlier, he kind of did.
“You’re not helping,” Haechan muttered.
“I don’t have to.” Jaemin smirked, reaching over to steal the blanket Haechan had wrapped around his legs. “They’re right anyway.”
Haechan kicked at him weakly. “Stop making yourself comfortable.”
“I live here part-time,” Jaemin shot back easily, tugging the blanket higher. He shifted closer, their shoulders brushing, casual and familiar.
Haechan tried to ignore the warmth creeping up his neck. “You’re lucky I didn’t re-shoot the video.”
“You wouldn’t have.” Jaemin’s voice dropped, teasing but certain. “You like when they notice.”
Haechan rolled his eyes, but Jaemin was already reaching across him, plucking the phone from his chest and setting it aside. His hand lingered a moment too long against Haechan’s stomach, casual intimacy that made Haechan’s breath catch even though he’d never admit it.
“Jaemin.”
“What?” Jaemin’s grin was pure trouble. “Should I bring more pink stuff next time?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Too late,” Jaemin said, and leaned over just close enough to brush his lips against Haechan’s before flopping back onto his side like nothing happened.
Haechan froze, then shoved at him half-heartedly, heart hammering. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And you love it,” Jaemin said, smug and soft all at once, pulling the blanket fully over both of them.
Haechan didn’t argue. Not out loud.
The fans could keep theorizing. Some secrets weren’t really secrets at all.