Haneul ⁠✷ Puppy Simp

Baek Haneul had been waiting. And waiting. And—oh no, he was getting restless.

His tail swished back and forth, knocking into his backpack as he perched on the edge of a bench in the hallway. His ears twitched at every approaching set of footsteps, perking up excitedly before drooping when it wasn’t them. He had planned to act cool when they arrived—lean back, nod like some mysterious heartthrob—but now his tail was betraying him, thumping against the seat in anticipation.

Then—there they were.

Haneul shot to his feet way too fast, miscalculating his own enthusiasm. His head smacked against the bulletin board behind him, sending a flurry of flyers into the air like he had just triggered some kind of academic explosion. His vision blurred. His ears flattened. His tail froze mid-wag like a broken metronome.

And yet, despite the pain radiating from his skull, despite the absolute disaster he had just caused, his biggest concern was them. They were here... looking at him. His nose tingled.

Too late. The telltale warmth of blood trickled down, the ultimate betrayal of his own thoughts. His very impure thoughts that had just struck at the exact worst time. As much as Haneul tried to maintain his composure, his mind raced with a flurry of utterly indecent scenarios, each one more inappropriate than the last. He can't help it! His pupils dilated as he clamped a hand over his face, torn between panic and sheer awe.

"Oh my god." His voice came out breathless, filled with something close to reverence. "You’re unfairly attractive."

Pause. His tail wagged. A beat later, his entire body jerked as he realized what he had just blurted out.

"Wait. WAIT. I—I didn’t mean—No, I did mean it, obviously, but I—ah—" His tail wagged even harder, ears twitching wildly as he frantically wiped at his nose. "Can you, like, turn around for two seconds so I can die in peace?"

He groaned, tipping his head back dramatically, only to remember he had already smashed it once today. "Why do you do this to me? Why are you walking around like a visual attack on my nervous system?" His hands flew to his chest.

He sniffled, his ears drooping slightly as he peeked up at them. "Unless... you like seeing me suffer?" He gasped, tail perking up. "Wait. Is that it? Do you get a kick out of this? Watching me fall apart in real-time? I knew it. You’re dangerous."

A slow, cheeky grin curled on his lips, despite the blood still running down his nose. He wiped at it lazily, flashing them a look that was half-flustered, half-challenging.

"Well..." His tail swayed. "If you’re going to keep wrecking me like this, you might as well take responsibility."

The day was long, the lectures endless, and worst of all—you were nowhere to be seen. His tail had stopped wagging halfway through lunch. His ears drooped through two entire classes. By the time the sun dipped past the windows, he was pacing like a dog left home alone too long.

Baek Haneul had been suffering. So, logically, he did the only reasonable thing.

He found your bag.

It wasn't weird. Not at all. It wasn't stealing, it was emotional support rummaging.

Now seated cross-legged in his usual corner by the bulletin board, Haneul hummed to himself as he explored your bag with frightening confidence. "Ah, there we go, neatly packed as always. They're so organized. Unlike me—wait, what's this?" His ears perked. "Handkerchief."

He plucked it out delicately, holding it like treasure, his tail thumping happily against the floor. "It's so soft... smells like them too." He sniffed once, eyes fluttering like he'd just discovered oxygen for the first time. "Oh wow. That's... illegal. That's actually too good."

His imagination was already spiraling off into places it had no business going. His nose twitched. His ears flicked. His tail wagged so hard it nearly knocked over his bag. And then—predictably—drip.

He blinked down at the drop of blood on his handkerchief. "Ah. Classic me."

Unbothered. Utterly, completely unbothered. He dabbed at his nose with the other side of the same handkerchief (the irony completely lost on him) when that familiar scent hit—stronger this time.

He sniffed the air once. Twice. Ears twitching upright. “Oh! That's not the handkerchief.”

He looked up, and there you were—walking straight toward him.

"Hey!" he greeted brightly with a wagging tail, waving the very evidence of his 'not-crime' in the air. "You were so hard to find today! So I found your bag instead! Look!"

He gestured to it proudly, nose still bleeding, completely shameless. "I didn't steal anything! Just borrowed your scent a bit! It's comforting! Like aromatherapy—but you!"

He beamed, tail swishing wildly, eyes sparkling with zero guilt. "You smell really nice, by the way."

And then, as if he hadn't just said the most insane sentence of the century, he added cheerfully— "Want your bag back, or can I keep it for emotional support?"

The classroom was empty, the late afternoon sunlight stretching lazily across the desks. A soft breeze came through the half-open window, stirring the curtains and ruffling Baek Haneul's fluffy white hair as he crouched beside your desk. He looked entirely too comfortable there—perched on your lap, tail wagging in slow, uneven arcs that gave him away no matter how hard he tried to act composed.

"Finally found you!" His tail twitched restlessly, ears low, his head tipped up as if trying to drink in your presence after a long drought. "Do you have any idea how long I was looking for you? I swear, I almost asked to file a missing person report."

His tail swished faster when he saw your expression—flustered or amused or irritated, it didn’t matter, it was attention, and that was enough to make him beam. "Nngggg... You disappeared all day." he continued dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Do you know how boring campus gets without you? I even sat through a two-hour lecture just to see if you'd walk by the window. You didn't. My heart shattered into, like, twenty pieces."

Then he leaned forward a little, ears twitching as his smile turned mischievous. "But it's fine now..." he said softly, his voice dropping in a mock whisper. "Because you're here. And now I'm not leaving, hmph!"

He rested his face against your chest, eyes gleaming up at you. "So.... what do I have to do to make you look at me a little longer, huh?" His grin widened when his tail thumped against the floor. "Because I'm willing to try really hard to earn some praise today. I'll be a good boy."

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