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badalivie · 6 months

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[10:20 PM]

“You’re smoking.”

“Yeah. I never quit.” Doyoung pulled out a box of Marlboro Red's from his coat pocket, picking up what seemed to be his 5th cigarette based on the ashtray. He placed the stick between his lips and reached for his zippo lighter. The one you gave him for your 2nd anniversary.

The sound of the end of the cigarette beginning to burn made you roll your eyes. “Why am I not surprised. You haven’t changed at all.”

“You say that like you’ve kept in touch with me these past 9 months” Doyoung's zippo lighter made a satisfying click as he swiped it shut and tossed it back into his pocket. He took a long drag of his cigarette, then exhaled in the opposite direction, remembering how you said you hated the smell of cigarettes.

“We broke up. I wasn’t exactly obliged to.”

“Fair point.” He admitted, taking another drag from his cigarette. He glanced at you for a moment, uneasy with your silence. “You're not gonna nag me? You hated when I smoked."

“Its not my business anymore, Doyoung.”

You were right, he knew that. So why did that sentence stab at his heart the way it did? He bit his lip, holding the smoke in his lungs for a little longer that time. When you were together, he found your nagging at him to quit smoking as probably one of your most annoying habits. Yet now he wanted to desperately to hear you nagging him again. He wanted to hear you care about him.

This meeting place had become bittersweet for the two of you. 2 years ago this is where Doyoung had asked you to be his girlfriend. Now, it's the place where you first met each other after one of the nastiest breakups either of you have ever faced. Doyoung had never felt you so close to him yet so far, but really he only had himself to blame.

“How have you been?” Doyoung's hand flicked the spent ashes into the tray as he spoke.

“Seriously?”

“Can’t I ask?”

Something about him pissed you off, maybe you hadn’t fully moved on. Seeing him still hurt and irritated you, but at least not as much as before. “I’m fine.”

“You seeing someone new?”

“No.” Saying this almost felt like an admission of defeat to you. Like saying "no, you had too much of an effect on me to meet other people". It made you feel weak. Especially when you'd been hearing rumors of Doyoung fucking a new girl practically every day since your breakup.

“I see…”

“You?”

“Nah…”

“Hm, that’s unexpected.”

“What?” Doyoung blinked and turned to face you, grinding his cigarette out on the ashtray in the process.

“You didn’t really seem to care about me all that much so I thought picking up another chick would be a piece of cake for you. Actually, my bad, you picked up multiple chicks. I guess none of them stuck, manwhore.”You hissed

Doyoung’s eyebrows crashed together and his mouth cracked slightly open in disbelief “Are you kidding me right now?” Doyoung raised his voice, heat rising to his head.

“Don’t raise your voice at me! Am I wrong?! You know damn well you've been seeing new girls every night!” You knew you had no right to be upset about that. But that didn't take away how worthless his actions made you feel.

“Y/n! I'm not upset about you calling me a manwhore, I'm upset you're denying the fact that I loved you.“ He wanted to say more. When you broke up he thought of all the things he’d say to you. He’d apologize, plead, explain, everything. But now you were actually infront of him he could barely get any words out. "I love you, Y/n."

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves “Well apparently not enough.”

Doyoung felt his heart sink down to his feet. It wasn’t the truth. He loved you more than himself, more than life itself, but he was still guilty. He was guilty of loving you more than he was willing to admit and lying to himself and you that he didn't. Maybe he was selfish for wanting you back, knowing how much he hurt you, but that didn’t make him want you any less. It shattered him when he lost you —the person who cared about him most in the world.

“Listen, Doyoung. I don’t want to fight you anymore, can we just put this past us?” Your expression softened, taking yet another deep breath. “Officially.”

Doyoung paused for a moment. “I don’t want to fight with you either…" He sighed "Deal.” He pursed his lips and nodded eventually, still unable to say anything. That made you smile. You always found the way he bit his lips cute. You used to tease him and say he looked like a bunny for it. Oh and how he loved it. How you’d cup his cheeks and kiss his nose. How you’d cuddle his head into your chest, how you’d talk to him. He loved everything you did. And he still did. Doyoung froze. God, when was the last time he had made you smile? He found himself mesmerized, unable to look away from your face. He missed your smile, he missed this, he missed you.

For you, that moment lasted only seconds, yet for Doyoung, an eternity had already passed before you pat his arm and turned to leave.

“Hey y/n!” He blurted out, making you stop in your tracks. You turned to face him, and in that moment he could have sworn time stopped. You were beautiful, it was just when he saw you for the first time. He had fallen in love all over again. “For what it's worth, I really did love you. You made me the happiest person I'd been in years. I would have crossed the ocean for you, and I still would. I'm sorry I never found a way to let you know that."

“Thank you for saying that, Doyoung.”

"I'm sorry I didn't say more. Please believe me."

Maybe it was something about the way his eyes turned glassy, or the way he had an expression on his face you've only seen once in your entire time knowing him. But for the first time in a long time, you saw the Doyoung you fell in love with. "I believe you."

"Goodbye, Doyoung."

"Goodbye, Y/n."

(this may or may be part of a draft im currently writing ok bye)

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jaelvr · 4 days

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You were beautiful

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Requested : no

Prompts ; 51. “Please, just stay a little longer.” + 54. “Please don’t cry.” + 50. “I love you. Never forget that, okay?”

Pairing : ex! doyoung x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst, fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Warnings : mutual feelings, exes to lovers, idol! au, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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"The things I'm about to tell you, aren't so you change what's already on your mind."

He looked through his bag, searching for the letter he'd been given earlier in the day. They'd had a fan meet for their newest comeback, something they were used to by now. Getting presents and letters was nothing new, but there was something about this one he couldn't quite put his finger on. It felt familiar - like a home of some kind. The writing seemed familiar to him and the person in front of him, despite not being able to clearly make them out, was someone he'd known - he was sure of it. He pulled the letter out, wasting no time in opening it to read it.

"It's just that I keep thinking about all the melodies you made asleep at night."

He got up carefully, not wanting to disturb you too much. A lovestruck smile on his face as he looked at your figure next to him, taking in your peaceful expression and how the sun lightly shone on your face, making you look like an angel. Doyoung leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead, thumb softly caressing your cheek. He got up and stretched, about to head into the bathroom when he heard a tired yawn and eyes peering over at him. "Good luck today. I love you." you murmured, a sleepy smile on your face as you battled sleep to stay awake. "I love you too, sunshine. I'll see you later." he promised, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips and watching you for a few seconds before heading into the bathroom to get ready for practice. He could always get through the day if it meant coming home to you.

"I keep trying to forget but you were beautiful."

He thought back on it, remembering the way the pair of you would look at each other with absolute love. It was clear to anyone who saw you two how deep the connection truly ran. They'd been celebrating one of the comebacks, throwing a party to congratulate them. He'd come over when you were watching Jungwoo and Haechan drunkenly sing along to songs on the karaoke machine, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing fragile kisses to your neck. "Hey Doie." you grinned, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You alright?" he muttered, brushing hair out of your face while his other hand gently ran circles across your hip. You let out a hum of content, nuzzling into his chest. "I'm so proud of you." you whispered, looking up at him with complete admiration and love, his face mirroring the same. "I couldn't have done it without you." he admitted, kissing your forehead. The way you looked at him made him never want to leave, always needing to either be next to you or have you close by. The way you called his name and how addictive he found it. You felt like home.

"I keep thinking about how we used to be. God, I just hate this part."

You'd known something was off the minute he'd walked through the door. He had said nothing, having a shower and getting into his pyjamas before curling up in bed, silent. You'd crawled in beside him, simply holding him and rubbing his back as his tears escaped, your embrace tight and not letting go of him. "You're okay. I've got you, love." you whispered, your head on top of his as you rubbed his back. You didn't force him to talk, simply letting him take his time and if he didn't want to talk about it at all, you never pushed him to. You stayed with him all night, comforting him in the morning as you caressed and planted kisses all over his tear-stained face, not making a deal or pressing on the issue. Just wanting to be there for him to soothe him.

"Think I've cried more than I had imagined."

The scene taunted him constantly whenever he couldn't fall asleep. The look on your face when he'd uttered the cursed six words. Doyoung was almost convinced he'd heard your heart shatter at his words. He wasn't sure what had broken him more between your desperate pleas to not leave or the tears that streamed down your face. “Please don’t cry.” he pleaded, his own tears falling. He wanted to tell you he was joking or he'd changed his mind, but he couldn't. He wanted to stay but knew it wasn't possible.

Not with him being an idol. He couldn't. He laid awake that night, your face and his actions constantly haunting him, knowing the pain he'd caused which he tried to ignore, convincing himself it was for the better. He'd give anything to go back to how you two were before, his heart hurting more as he read over the letter, realising you'd forgiven him despite the damage he'd caused you.

"'Cause the last time that you looked at me, I did all I could, I watched you leave."

He refused. He got up, and quickly headed to the entrance of the dorm, pulling his coat on and tying his shoes on. "Doyoung? Where are you going?" Taeyong questioned, looking at his phone which read eleven o'clock. "The letter." he murmured once his shoes were done, Taeyong looking at him in confusion as he pushed the letter into his best friend's hands. "They were there. They gave it to me today at the fan meet." he hurriedly explained. Taeyong skimmed through, the end of the letter catching his eye. Besides the “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” was a scrawled sunshine. The nickname Doyoung always referred to you as. Taeyong looked back up, a small smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He nodded, squeezing Doyoung's shoulder before he left, bidding him a gentle 'good luck'.

"All the things you gave to stay with me."

Once he'd gotten there, he anxiously knocked on the door. He prayed you hadn't moved otherwise he'd look like an absolute idiot - not that he wouldn't already. His breath hitched as the door to the familiar apartment opened, words escaping him as he took in your look in front of him. You were in your pyjamas, your hair slightly messy with your natural beauty. "You look beautiful." he got out, hesitantly stepping forward, afraid of your reaction. Relief consumed him as he felt you step forward, resting your head on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. He gently caressed the back of your head, the other resting on your back as he gripped you tightly, almost trying to assure himself he wasn't dreaming and he was actually here.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't feel right without you. I miss you. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss the way you called my name. I miss your smiles when we'd disagree, I-" he rambled, eyes widening as he felt you lean up, kissing him quickly yet lovingly. “Please, just stay a little longer.” you whispered a sad smile on your face. He cupped your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm not leaving this time."

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ronjunnie · 10 days

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honeymark · 9 months

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〔 𝟎𝟏:𝟎𝟐𝐚𝐦 〕 the truth hits you harder than you could’ve ever prepared yourself for, so much so that you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself when your husband reveals his dirty little secret.

now that everything has been exposed, it’s wild to think that you’d missed all of the red flags. it’d been weeks since he had stopped coming home in time for dinner, since he had stopped answering your calls after 6pm, since he had stopped touching you altogether.

it’s like the love had just...

disappeared.

“honey, say something. anything,” doyoung desperately pleads, his hands finding yours. suspense lingers heavily in the living room, almost as if all hell were to break loose if either of you were to let out a single sound.

you silently resign yourself to the chaos that’s bound to ensue, and you finally release the breath you had been holding in for what had felt likes hours. you can feel the weight of it roll from your shoulders when you finally muster up the courage to speak.

“what is there to say?” you ask, your voice just a feather above a whisper.

he lifts his head slowly, his eyes daring to match yours. “curse at me, scream at me, just do something.” there’s something about his gaze that sends your heart into panicked overdrive, and with one smooth motion, you rip your hands from his grip.

“what’s the point, doyoung? nothing will change the fact that you broke this marriage,” you snap, the bite of your voice cutting through the tension like a freshly honed blade. tears blur your vision as you finally allow yourself to give into the heartache. “nothing i say will change anything.”

he visibly winces, and he drops to his knees and bows his head in what seems like remorse. “y/n, i’m sorry. i’m sorry, baby. i love you so much, and i’m so, so sorry,” he repeats in a litany of pitiful contrition.

as much as you want to believe in his performance, doubt starts pooling in the pit of your stomach. “doyoung, stop it.” you swallow a sob that’s creeping its way up the back of your throat, and you cross your arms over your chest, almost as if it would be enough to keep you from completely falling apart. “don’t you fucking dare say that you love me. you wouldn’t have done this if you loved me. you wouldn’t have kept fucking her if you loved me.”

the silence that follows is thick and stagnant. he presses his lips together into a straight line. something moist plops against the back of his hand, then again, and again, and it isn’t until he sniffles that he realizes he’s crying. he clutches the thin fabric of his slacks, and he ducks his head in an even lower bow. “i’m sorry, y/n. i don’t deserve your forgiveness or your love or another second of your time, but i truly am so, so fucking sorry. i’m sorry, y/n,” he whispers in a hushed sob, his voice breaking as his lips form your name.

a deep ache thrums through your chest, and you unthinkingly slide off the couch to the floor in front of him. you wipe his tears with shaky fingers, and he immediately crashes into you, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace as he chokes out a deep sob.

the sound that escapes past his lips sends a chill down your spine. kim doyoung has always been composed, intentional with every breath he takes. this is the most unbalanced you’ve ever seen him, and it cuts through your heart like a dagger. you don’t think you’ve ever felt a pain as devastating as this before. but if you’re sure about anything, it’s that you’ve never been this broken.

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chocojae · 11 months

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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 — kim doyoung

summary ▸ seven signs you are in love according to not so love expert, kim doyoung ft. a tired and frustrated kun

genre ▸ doyoung x female reader | pure fluff | university au

word count ▸ 3.2k

warnings ▸ none!

luna’s note ▸ hello @beautifulchris ! I am your author for the exchange event held by @kflixnet! i enjoyed writing this piece and really hope you will like this ♡ since the event’s main motive was to be friends, i hope we can get to know each other!

ONE: YOUR DAY STARTS AND ENDS WITH YOU THINKING ABOUT THEM.

Doyoung’s eyes widen as he notices the words he just scribbled on his notebook. He was spacing out in the lecture hall, and guess what he wrote? Your name, once again.

It astonished Doyoung when he realised just how much he has been thinking about you these past few days.

When he got to learn that you have a (secret) crush on him, all he did was think about you and notice your likes and dislikes. From him eating his breakfast and getting reminded (out of nowhere) that you love cats to him putting on an outfit of your favourite shade because you like that colour, his life was suddenly revolving around you.

It bugged him that it was you who occupied his mind 24/7 when it should have been his studies. Lately, he gets on his bus every day thinking if you would attend today or not and can’t help but get a little disappointed when he notices your absence.

Something is wrong with him, but what? It’s the question that messes his mind the most. Doyoung angrily stabs the paper with frustration, his mind running a thousand miles per second, trying to figure out what could be the possible cause of his sudden curiosity and then his face suddenly drops. A tiny voice in his head whispers: You couldn’t like her back, could you?

Doyoung shakes his head violently, trying to shush the tiny voice. Through the corner of his eye, he looks at you for a split second. Right, there was no freaking way he possibly could.

Fine, Doyoung takes back whatever he said a few hours prior. There might be a possible, tiny, tiny chance that he might like you, romantically.

He stares at your laughing figure for a little longer than he would before tearing his eyes off you, gulping soon after. God, why wasn’t he able to look away? Sure, you are attractive and kind but does he really like like you? Like as in a boy liking a girl? That type of like?

He presses his lips into a thin line and steals another glance, soon feeling his cheeks burn up. Shit, have you always been that pretty?

“I don’t think this tragic piece of literature is supposed to be making you blush, Doyoung.” Kun squints his eyes at the younger male sitting beside him, noticing how Doyoung looked completely taken aback by his comment.

Wait, Doyoung was blushing? BLUSHING? Now, that was unexpected. Doyoung cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I know. It’s just the weather. You know how hot it can get in summers here.”

Kun squinted his eyes, not satisfied with the so called answer. There was no way he was buying the “reason” Doyoung was beetroot red. It was a white lie. Sure, he agrees that summers are hot in here but with all the fans and air conditioners present and just a simple black t-shirt thrown over him, Doyoung couldn’t possibly be reddening because of it.

“Are you sure you were not checking out someone and blushing?” Kun asks with suspense laced through his words, crossing his arms and giving a look that indicated he was ready to hear the tea.

“Jesus, no!” Doyoung responds immediately. Hey, it was the truth. He wasn’t checking you out or something, he was just glancing at you. Glancing. There’s a difference, okay?

“Sure.” Kun shrugged, not convinced and continued his explanation, hoping Doyoung would get whatever he was trying to make him understand. Doyoung slumped down on the table, Kun’s words becoming white noise to him. With his head resting on his arm, he dragged his eyes towards you. Hell, you look absolutely breathtaking—

Here he goes thinking about you once again, not like he could help it.

TWO: YOUR EYES ALWAYS SEEM TO SEARCH FOR THEM.

Considering that he thinks about you most time of the day, it should have been natural for Doyoung to accept that he likes stealing glances at you. It would have been easy if that was the case. But it’s not.

Every single time he is reminded about you or glances at you, Doyoung tries to convince himself that he does not like you. It is tiring, very tiring since he thinks about you so much that it makes him frustrated.

If he would tell someone about this train of thoughts running through his head, he is one hundred one per cent sure that it would conclude he likes you.

The thought that he might have harboured feelings for you, for unacceptable for him.

He chose to ignore those confusing feelings, shoving them aside. But what he couldn’t control was the way his eyes always gravitated towards you, taking his time to adore you like you were his love interest in some cheesy romance novel.

You looked so ethereal in his eyes, so beautiful that he believed you were the most beautiful person to exist.

He sneaked glances at you now and then and most of the time, you were already looking at him. So when he looked back to admire you out of nowhere, you both were caught off guard and turned away in a beat at being caught.

Kun, who observed this quite often, found it pretty cute and enjoyed teasing Doyoung about this. Doyoung would shake his head, saying he was just spacing out and it was not what Kun thinks. But Kun could see how just two seconds after calling him out, Doyoung’s gaze was fixated on you once again.

THREE: YOU RANDOMLY START PICKING UP THEIR HOBBIES.

Seriously, painting and Doyoung?

Doyoung looks around helplessly in the room filled with what seemed like skilled and passionate students. They all seemed so focused and determined, unlike him who stood there awkwardly, face laced with confusion.

Doyoung should have been studying in the library for the upcoming exam, or doing his laundry that has stacked up for about two weeks now. He should have been anywhere but here, occupied with the set of brushes he has no idea how to use.

Painting never once intrigued Doyoung, so why was he here? Answer: For you.

Through his secret source obviously Kun, he found out you liked to paint in your free time.

To Doyoung, painting was something uninteresting but since you liked it, he was adamant to try it out as this would mean him finally having a common topic to start a conversation with you.

In the past two months, Doyoung got so frustrated with himself that he accepted he liked you, and yes, romantically. He disclosed this to Kun, who didn’t waste a single second to tease Doyoung by revealing he already figured out his “secret” long ago by the way he gawked at you.

And the more Kun teased him, the more Doyoung’s feelings grew and so did his desire to get to know you.

He wanted to start a conversation multiple times but the blush on his cheeks whenever he was with you prevented him from doing so. Doyoung did draft the convo scenes with you in his head, preparing different things to say based on your supposed replies in his imagination.

But to actually start a conversation with you was hard. His mind just goes blank whenever he decides to start a small talk with you, and the script he had prepared for weeks in his head, gets blurry. He stammers, and he blushes.

You too, wanted to talk to him and spend some time together but you didn’t have the courage to. He made you feel so euphoric, it was hard to focus on anything else, including your words.

FOUR: YOU GET FLUSTERED AROUND THEM.

Doyoung’s standing behind you. You are standing in front of him. The proximity is so close that Doyoung could catch the faint smell of your perfume lingering over him.

Kun nudges Doyoung from behind, leaning in and whispering. “You are red like a tomato. Don’t be this obvious.” Doyoung nods. He could feel the loud thumping of his stupid heart and is doing everything in his power to avoid looking at you, not because he doesn’t want to glance at you, but because he knows his heart will beat louder the more he will look at you.

What Doyoung didn’t notice was the way you were being a mess too. Eyes roaming everywhere in nervousness, cheeks painted pink and your friends passing you a teasing look.

You are so sure that Doyoung knows you have a little crush on him, and that didn’t bother you— until now. Because he is behind you, just behind you. The prettiest and kindest man (with utterly attractive hands and a honey like voice) you have ever known is behind you. Your freaking crush is behind you.

It feels awkward, nervous and exciting all at the same time and the adrenaline rushing through your system makes you go numb. Do you look good? Is your hair alright? What about you back? Oh, you should have taken your roommate’s advice and done some back exercises so you weren’t regretting right now. And what about your perfume? Is it still there? What if Doyoung doesn’t like scents?

The train of thought was never ending, and Doyoung could relate too. He should’ve worn something more presentable. The tray in his hands was shaking. Why the hell did Kun pushed him to stand next to you?

“I hate you, Kun.” Kun raised an eyebrow at his words, a small smirk adoring his face as he answered back. “But you also love me for this.”

Doyoung bit back a smile. Kun just knows him too well.

FIVE: YOU GET (UNNECESSARILY) WORRIED ABOUT THEM.

Doyoung has no right to worry about you but it’s the third day he hasn’t seen your pretty face and it’s making him nervous. What if something happened to you? Or what if you left the university?

Millions of baseless thoughts ran through his head, his body stiffening. You couldn’t have gotten sick, right?

But what if you did? Cold sweat broke out on his forehead at the mere thought. Doyoung’s ears perked up hearing the giggles of your friends and he looked at them curiously.

Maybe he should ask them, but wait, wouldn’t it seem extremely suspicious when he would randomly ask about you? Screw it, he says to himself and marches towards your friends.

“Hi.” The sudden appearance of Doyoung made their giggles come to a halt and they were visibly confused. “So, I was saying that..” Shit, he can’t do it.

“Do you have the notes from the previous lesson? I forgot to jot down mine!” He passes them an awkward smile, hoping they won’t catch his unusual behaviour.

“Sure” One of the girls, which he vividly remembers seeing by your side the most, takes out a notebook from her bag, handing it to Doyoung with the same expression as earlier. “Here,” Doyoung mumbles a quiet thank you before completely disappearing.

The girls, confused, shrugged their shoulders and decided to not think much, later joking about how you should have been there.

Doyoug gave Kun his best puppy eyes. “Please.” Kun sighed and asked, “Why can’t you do this?”

“Because it would seem weird.” Kun raised an eyebrow at the reply. “And it wouldn’t when I will?

“No, because even if it will do seem that way, you are not me. That’s why.”

“Your logic is so…….baseless.”

Doyoung clung onto his arm, swinging it in an attempt to persuade him. “Oh come one, please, please.”

Kun closed his eyes. “I am deaf, I can’t hear anything.”

“Please, only you could save me from this misery.”

“Misery? Misery? You not being able to find out why Y/N has not been coming for three days has driven you into misery?” Kun’s voice was laced with sarcasm followed by an eye roll. “And FYI, I don’t even talk to Y/N that much.”

“Well, you can ask just out of curiosity. I am sure they would understand.”

“Then why can’t you do it?”

“Because it feels weird!”

“Just say you are shy.”

“I am not!”

“You are.”

“I am not, okay!?”

“Liar.”

“So?” Doyoung asks in anticipation, eyes full of hope darting at the tired Kun. “She is at her grandma’s. No big deal.”

“That means she is okay, right?” Kun slumps down beside him. “Yeah, I guess.”

Doyoung glares at him. “What do you mean you guess? You didn’t ask?”

“Obviously dude, I am not her boyfriend or something!”

“You had one job. One.”

“Not again.”

SIX: YOU PICK UP THEIR HUMOUR.

caution ▸ cringy dad joke ahead

Doyoung has been observing you every single time so it wasn’t long before he picked up your humour. You were the dad jokes type and while Doyoung wasn’t interested a bit in them, the humour grew on him and now he has made Kun’s life a little harder than it was before.

“Wanna hear a knock joke?” Doyoung grins at the annoyed Kun.

“It’s not like I have a choice.” He mumbled. Doyoung cleared his throat, “Knock Knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Nobel.” There was still that grin on his face when Doyoung waited for Kun to respond. “Ask Nobel who?”

Kun rolled his eyes. “Nobel, who?”

“No bell so I just knocked.” Doyoung bursts into fists of laughter and smacks Kun’s shoulder. “Be real, isn’t it funny?”

“It’s not—” Kun pauses sensing a glare thrown at him “It’s so hilarious, I can’t even laugh!” Kun sends Doyoung a small, scared smile and releases a sigh of relief when Doyoung takes the comment as a positive one.

If Kun is going to stick around Doyoung who will find humour in dad jokes because of you, you both better get married for his unthinkable sacrifice.

SEVEN: YOU IMAGINE A FUTURE WITH THEM.

Doyoung grasps the bouquet of flowers tight in his hands. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and calming his nerves down.

You can do this, Doyoung! He says to himself, glancing at the flowers in his sweaty palms. He is finally doing this, Kim Doyoung is finally asking you out. Seems unreal, right? For Doyoung too.

He had never imagined he would ask you out, but here he is.

He was smitten over you, everyone knew. You were referred to as his crush but that label soon was ripped away when Doyoung started seeing you in a new light. When everything about you seemed more lovely than it could ever be. When your flaws, which he had previously ignored seemed so perfect to him. When instead of getting all nervous and excited, he felt warmth and comfort from your presence.

The tag of a crush got removed and replaced by the one called love.

He imagined doing everything with you, going out on dates, meeting your family, late night celebrations, unexpected calls and what not. It become clear Kim Doyoung was in love with you.

He had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out, for real. His heart was beating a thousand miles per second. He doesn’t know if you were ready for this, or even if you still had feelings for him but he was going to do it. It’s now or never.

Doyoung had called you in a cafe near by, and as much as you were puzzled, you were internally screaming. You were attracted to him, no doubt. He was kind, he was cute. He was everything you looked for in a man. So when you met Doyoung with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and cheeks flushed red, your heart beat synced with his, uncontrollable and messy. Your palms become sweaty as you sat down opposite him.

“Hi, how have you been?” You asked, a smile spread across your lips. The talk started off great. It seemed so pleasant and comfortable with Doyoung and you wished you could stop time. The moment felt surreal.

Doyoung cleared his throat before scratching the back of his nape. “I don’t know how to say this, but I um….I…..like you.” Wait, he what??? “What?”

“I like you.” Your eyes were about to pop off. Are you dreaming? Doyoung noticed your reaction and was quick to say, “We will pretend this never happened if you are not comfortable.”

“No—. Well, I— oh, god. I like you too.” Dooung blinked a few times. Okay, what should he respond with now?

“Here,” He handles the bouquet with utmost gentleness and care. His cheeks you red, and so were yours.

“What I was saying is…..how about we get to know each other first? This would help us to decide if we want to become official or not.”

“Like, get to know each other on ‘dates’?” You asked with a broad smile.

“Yeah, small dates.” he smiled back and finally made eye contact and was washed over with the warmth that spread through his entire body. His shoulders relaxed and leaned in, ready to hear all about you. “So tell me about yourself, Y/N L/N.” You chuckled, the smile never leaving your lips.

You both were over the moon, and the memory easily become your and his favourite.

Doyoung smiled as he closed his diary. Reading his old entries, he felt nostalgic and happy. He glanced at your sleeping figure beside him. One thing that he had never ever regretted was loving you. He was grateful to have you by his side.

You were his first love, and now, his wife.

The diamond ring on your finger sparkled every so slightly in the dim light of your shared bedroom. Doyoung lay down on the bed beside you, staring at your sleeping face with a silly grin on his face.

It was your third wedding anniversary today and you being all excited and proud drank a little too much than you could handle, knocking out soon after. Doyoung, being a smitten man for you found it hilarious, and adorable.

He tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and continued to look at you with fond eyes over flowing with love. He kissed your forehead. He loves you so much, and nothing can ever change that.

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syn ' a fight sends doyoung missing in action, will it make or break the relationship? pairing ' fem!reader x husband!doyoung

warnings ' cursing, marital problems, arguing, lowkey toxic

requested by @kang-yeosangs-initials

"this is bullshit doyoung!" you shout across the kitchen as he puts on his shoes. "we fight about this all the fucking time!"

"y/n, i don't know what you fucking want from me." doyoung argues.

the second walked out that door, your head was hot. you were angry. honestly, you were hoping he'd never come back through that door.

you grab a glass from the cabinet and pour yourself some wine, sitting alone on the couch.

when you woke up in bed alone, you sighed. "bastard." you mumbled to yourself getting up.

you get ready and leave the house, you didn't come back for the past three days.

if doyoung wasn't going to be there, then what was the point of you being there? the house was supposed to a be a sacred ground for the two of you, but it just felt wrong, even if it was originally your home, it still felt empty without him.

"he hasn't come home yet?" your friend asks you sitting across the cafe table from you.

you shrug, "i don't know i haven't been home in days, but if he was home i would've gotten a motion notification from the security cameras."

"maybe you should just get a divorce, he's not good for you anymore." your friend tells you hesitantly.

"that's if i even see him ever again." you tell her laughing. "he should've never left, we could've talked it out, but i don't know after this argument, it just seems like the end."

⎯ ts

you type in the code to your lock and go into your home, it smelled the same, but it didn't feel the same. you see doyoung in the kitchen sitting down with some take-out.

"hey." he says, with a smile.

you scoff and put down your things walking away.

"y/n, why aren't you talking to me?" he asks putting down his fork.

"seriously?" you snap turning around to face him, "you want me to talk to you after you've been awol for three days?"

doyoung looks at you confused, "y/n i don't know what you're talking about, i've been home."

you laugh, "oh my god, don't you think i would've known if you were home?"

"seriously y/n, don't be delusional." he sneered.

"either way doyoung, i don't want you here, so please just leave." you tell him, with a tired tone.

"what did i do?" he complained.

"what did you do?" you ask with a scoff, "are you seriously asking me that right now?"

"yes?" he says, confused.

"every time there's an argument, you just leave, you never fucking listen to what i have to say, you never want to fix things, you just leave, and then you come back like nothing happened!" you exploded. "you're not the same man i loved four years ago, and i want you out, i don't want you to come back!" you shout, tears coming out of your eyes.

"what?" doyoung asks, shocked.

"please doyoung, just stop acting like everything’s fine when it’s not fine!" you cried, trying to wipe the tears off your face as they kept coming down.

doyoung walked up to you and grabbed the sides of your arms, "y/n..."

you shake him off, "don't touch me, and don't act like you're sorry, because if you were this would have never been a problem."

doyoung steps back, "y/n please stop crying." doyoung said, crying with you.

"i just wish you never promised to love me till death did us apart." you tell him sobbing, "i tried really hard to make this work, and you just walked away every time."

doyoung looks at you with a bittersweet expression, "are you okay?"

you look at doyoung and you laugh as tears fall out of your eyes, "after you just ended our seven year relationship? yeah i'm just peachy."

you walk away from him and put back on your jacket, "when i come back, i want you and your things gone."

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allaboutthedongs · 1 year

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Dolce & Gabbana ambassador

So proud of my boy 💗

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heartbrkr · 1 year

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pay attention (to me!)

SUMMARY Doyoung, your drunk boyfriend, has something to say to you. It's long overdue, but he brings to your attention the grievances you didn't know he had.

PAIRING kim doyoung x gender neutral!reader

GENRE established relationship, slight angst & hurt/comfort

WORD COUNT 1.1k

WARNINGS mentions of drinking and getting drunk, a couple of swear words, doyoung suppressing feelings from you, reader being busy with work

AUTHOR’S NOTE my first doyoung fic, enjoy! <3 not proofread

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

You love your boyfriend, especially when he’s drunk out of his mind; it’s endearing and funny most times. But at this point into the later A.M.— about 3:09 in the morning the last time you checked— you just wanted him to drink ibuprofen and water to prevent him from waking up feeling like shit.

“Babe.” He doesn’t respond because he can’t hear you over his own rambling, something about how Haechan took a bite of his precious McDonald’s chicken burger when he was preoccupied with his phone earlier within the week. He went on about how he was willing to share the meal with the younger member if “he asked kindly, but he didn’t! At all!”. After a moment of inner brainstorming, you realize what’ll make him respond no matter what.

“Dongyoung.”

“Mmm?”

And with the way he looks at you, it feels like you’re both freshly nineteen again; attending birthday parties of mutual friends, making up reasons to clink soju bottles against one another, celebrating the littlest achievements with several rounds of drinks. But, only as friends who had strong, unveiled feelings for each other. These are the only things that have changed: you all go out to let loose a little less, you’re dating, and neither of you are nineteen anymore. Doyoung’s alcohol tolerance is the same as ever.

A ghost of a pout rested on his lips, face still quite flushed despite going through a wash and his night skin care routine (care of you, of course), his best attempt at puppy dog eyes looking up at you as he’s sat on your shared bed. You feel your stomach flip.

“Drink this.” You raise the glass of water and pill to his line of vision. Your reply was a little cold because of the tiredness and residue of impatience you had in you; you feel the guilt hit you immediately.

The tone you used unsurprisingly didn’t go unnoticed by Doyoung; no matter the conditions, he always makes it a point to be observant towards you and your body language. Having someone notice the littlest things about you that way was a feeling extremely foreign to you. Luckily for you, he’s been obsessed with you since high school. He arguably knows you better than you.

He looks straight at the glass of water, observing how your shirt distorted through it. He’s avoiding eye contact. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry, I think I’m giving you a hard time.”

You sigh, not at Doyoung in particular. Never at him. “No, I’m not mad at you, Doie. Don’t apologize. And you’re not giving me a hard time, I’m being like this because I love you and I don’t want you to have a headache in the morning, okay?” He nods in understanding, carefully taking the items from your hands and consuming them.

He drinks every drop of water, worried that you might scold him again. He tries to look up at you again rather sheepishly. You have a faint smile on your lips, so he takes that as a sign that you really aren’t upset.

You sit beside him after placing the cup on the bedside. Doyoung lets his head drop on your shoulder, you slip your hand into his and he routinely starts playing with the rings on your fingers. The still silence of the night is cut when he murmurs something that you almost miss because he speaks in the softest tone you’ve ever heard from him.

“Will you be here in the morning?”

At first, his words confuse you because you’ll surely be here. You live together, after all. “What do you mean? We’re in a relationship and live in the same house. Of course I’ll be here.”

“No, I mean, when I wake up, will I be able to know you’re beside me, even before I open my eyes?” He breathes out of his nose before letting out the rest of his thoughts, still fiddling with your jewelry, “you’ve been working so hard and you know I’ll fucking admire you for that, always. But I really miss you lately. I don’t want you to overwork yourself and I just miss being with you, y’know, having you to myself for more than just a couple of hours before you’re gone again. I didn’t know how to get your attention, so I just drank extra of what Taeyong couldn’t tonight to get reaaallyyy drunk.”

You don’t know what to say. You feel horrible once more for not knowing how your lover felt about you taking on heavy projects with irregular schedules, most days having to attend last minute roundups. It really only dawns on you now that your job has been hindering your quality time with Doyoung, something you barely get at all. But somehow, it’s amplified times two because of the emergency assignments shoved your way even during days you shouldn’t be working.

You look at him as properly as you can, his head still on your shoulder because you’d rather not give the poor, slowly sobering man whiplash if you were to move it out of its current place. “I…I’m really sorry for not noticing our distance sooner. I’ve been so preoccupied, no shit, I didn’t even realize that we don’t even spend whole days together anymore. I’m sorry I made you feel this way, you shouldn’t have had to get my attention for me to realize.”

He hears the sincerity in your voice, upset that you’ve become upset at the revelation. Doyoung is starting to feel his eyes droop, but he believes it's important for him to reply to the best of his abilities. He doesn’t want you losing sleep believing you’re at fault the whole time he’s sound asleep. “Don’t be hard on yourself, it’s a two-way thing. I forgive you; I was the one who hid how I’ve been feeling. It’s just in you to be so helpful to those around you, even if it means sacrificing a thing or another. I love you.”

You want to cry; you’re starting to wonder if he was especially sent on Earth just for you. It’s a rare occurrence that Doyoung doesn’t hide his usual quips, so you don’t take him being vulnerable for granted. You love him.

His head gets even heavier on your shoulder, so you gently place your hands behind his head and neck to put him down on his pillow. He whines at the loss of your warmth, you chuckle the slightest at the noise. “Tomorrow, I promise, it’s my day-off. No emergencies, we can do whatever you want.”

“This is enough,” he states, muffled by his pillow, though quickly turning his head to face you. He looks content, “but I’ll take you up on that offer.”

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♡ GRADUATION CONFESSION — KIM DOYOUNG

doyoung x reader | wc : 1.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, use of petnames (princess), academic rivals to lovers, high school au, mentions of (non alcoholic) drinks, fluff, mentions of kissing | request : can i request academic rivals to lovers for doyoung but doyoung has secretly always had a crush on them and confesses the day before graduation?? thank u so much 🫶

"you have got to be kidding me. this is ridiculous."

you muttered to yourself, frowning at the rearrangement of desks in your classroom.

not thinking much of it, you searched for your name tag and took your seat. the tables were in pairs, and you couldn’t really be bothered by who your seatmate could be.

whoever it was, they’d probably distract you, and you couldn’t afford that. especially when you were graduating in a couple of months.

you needed to do your best to get good grades, and distractions were a no-no.

just as you settled into your seat, a bunch of love-struck sighs grabbed your attention. you didn’t even have to look to see who it was.

kim doyoung walked into the class, instantly getting everyone’s attention. his good looks were always the talk of the town, and it didn’t help that he was absolutely great at everything he did, either.

academics, extracurriculars; you name it, he’s an ace at it.

as you were about to go back to reading your notes, your gaze met his, sending a chill down your spine with the way he looked at you.

you looked at the desk on your side, quickly scanning the table to read the name sticker on it.

"kim doyoung," you muttered under your breath. "as i live and breathe."

you never knew exactly why you came to hate him so much. you weren’t losing to him or anything. in fact, you always came first. but the fact that he was always competing with you in everything just pissed you off till the ends of the earth.

"y/n." doyoung gave his signature smile. "lovely to see you, as always."

ugh, there was the thing you hated the most about him.

doyoung was never rude to you — even when he teased you, he had that stupid smile on his face, which made your heart skip a beat.

"i’d say the same thing," you muttered, sighing as you looked at your books. "but then i’d be lying."

doyoung chuckled. "we are gonna graduate soon, princess." he leaned his face against his hand, his gaze locked on you. "i suppose you can be a tad bit nicer to me?" he asked.

you looked at him, ignoring the way his nickname for you made you feel. "i suppose i can…" you pretended to contemplate. "but i can’t, so i won’t."

"ah … the next couple of months are gonna be great."

much to your dismay, you spent more time with kim doyoung than you’d like; be it for class projects or sports teams. wherever you went, doyoung was right behind you … or in front of you, or even beside you.

he was everywhere.

you, along with some others, were currently waiting for doyoung to arrive at the auditorium. everyone was assigned to groups for a drama club project, and oh-so-surprisingly, your academic rival was also in the same group.

just as you were about to call him, the door to the auditorium opened with a crash, revealing the brunet. "sorry, i’m late, guys! picked up a little something for y’all!" he exclaimed, running towards you with bags in his hands.

you simply took a deep breath, not wanting to waste any words to express your annoyance. "okay, let’s get started," you announced, pulling out the clipboard with all the ideas your teammates had.

"we are doing hamlet, right?" doyoung asked, mindlessly cracking open a drink bottle before handing it to you. "or have we changed plays?"

taeyoung raised his brows, the gesture seeming too natural for him. he looked at sunoo, wordlessly asking if they both saw the same thing.

you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ as you took the drink from doyoung, brows furrowed as you made eye-contact with the other boys who had smug smiles on their faces.

it’s nothing like that! you looked at sunoo, shaking your head. sure, whatever you say. he grinned, looking away as he giggled.

"anything wrong?" doyoung asked, oblivious to the looks being exchanged. "sunoo? taeyoung?"

"nope, all good."

"peachy keen."

you played with your pencil as you thought about what doyoung did — and why did it bring butterflies to your stomach?

"y/n?" you jumped a little at the sudden call, dropping the pencil in your hands. "penny for your thoughts?"

"uh, yeah. hamlet sounds fine." you nodded, seeing doyoung bend to grab your pencil. "i think it’ll make a better play compared to the variations of romeo and juliet the others are doing."

unconsciously caring for the brunet, you placed your hand on the corner of the table, not wanting doyoung to hit against it while lifting his head. you continued talking, holding back an eye-roll at the way your group mates were looking at you.

"i’m only doing this to prevent him from getting a concussion," you defended yourself. "we all need to be present to do this project." you frowned.

doyoung raised his brows at your sudden outburst, not knowing what you were talking. taeyoung nodded his head towards your hand, letting him know what the conversation was about.

"oh." doyoung grinned, handing your pencil back to you. "thanks for looking out, princess."

kim doyoung smiled in adoration as he looked at you from across the room, watching you pace around nervously.

it was quite obvious now; he thought. he had the biggest crush on you, yet you were unaware of how he felt about you.

you were their class president, absolutely smart, and the prettiest girl he had ever seen. he never knew he’d have a chance with you—seeing as you barely looked his way.

but it all changed the day he came second in class, scoring just a mark lower than you. doyoung would never forget the look you gave him; it was the look that confirmed his feelings for you.

heck, who knew a glare could make someone fall in love?

from that day on, he did his best to study hard and score just enough to keep you on the edge.

with a couple of exams, club events, and sports awards, doyoung went from being the silent admirer to being noticed by you. there was never a day you didn’t frown at him, and the little banters you two had always made his day.

and with your graduation ceremony starting within the next ten minutes, kim doyoung realized that he wasn’t ready to graduate without telling you what he really felt about you.

"doyoung." your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, nervously breathing as you looked at him. "i can’t do this. there are too many people out there."

the brunet frowned, holding your shaking hands to calm you down. "hey, princess. look at me." he met your eyes. "just take a deep breath. you’ll be fine, yeah? i know it," he assured.

"what if i mess up?"

"i’ll scream to create a distraction."

you nervously bit your lip. "what if i say the wrong things?" you asked, staring at doyoung for an answer.

"that’s not possible." doyoung chuckled, shaking his head. "you are always right."

you smiled gratefully, appreciating his words, and slightly less nervous than before. "thanks, doyoung," you muttered, unconsciously swinging your hands that he held.

"can i offer a distraction?" doyoung asked, tilting his head. "it could help, or it could worsen things."

"go for it." you nodded. "i’m down for any sort of distraction."

before you could comprehend what was happening, doyoung leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. it was a short yet sweet kiss, eliciting a shocked hum from you.

"i like you, y/n. heck, call it love even," doyoung stated, hands cupping around your face. "and i’m sorry i had to confess it like this, but i didn’t know what else to do."

you felt as if a thousand butterflies were released in your stomach. "i like you too, doyoung," you stated, getting a surprised look from him. "i guess a couple of months were enough to make me realise that." you smiled.

"ah, princess … you have no idea how long i wanted to hear those words from you."

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K.DY | A Vow of Convenience (TEASER)

☞ Pairings: reader x husband doyoung

☞ Genre: smut, angst, fluff, arranged marriage au

✩ Word Count: 1,007 (Teaser) I’m currently at 4k with the fic.

✩ Warnings: family problems ishh, semi-cheating, arranged marriage

✩ Summary: Arranged weddings were still common practice in the glittering world of the privileged. It was a mechanism for affluent families to retain their social standing and financial security while ensuring that their children married into the "proper" family. Despite various justifications, there were still some aristocratic people who were against arranged marriages. They believed that forcing someone to marry someone they did not know or love was unjust. Even worse, some of them believed it violated the principles of individualism and personal freedom that were so important to their way of life. The vast majority, who valued arranged weddings as an integral part of their culture and way of life, frequently drowned out these opposition voices. Arranged weddings continued to be a common practice in the world of the wealthy despite the evolution of time. You and Doyoung are one of the best examples, both of you had been raised in households that placed a premium on keeping money and status and maintaining financial stability. Unbeknownst to everyone, including you both, both of your families had chosen to arrange your marriage when you were still very young with the understanding that it would benefit both clans.

✿ A/N: Prequel of Boy Toy with a lot of awkward moments (Send me a ask to tag you, once it is released)

According to some, getting married is every woman's fantasy, from the wedding gown to the jewelry she would wear on her body. Most young girls would dress up in their mother's wedding gown and pretend to go down the aisle as they fantasize about their prince charming and the wonderful moment when they said "I do."

Weddings are also bittersweet celebrations for parents; they are thrilled for the new milestone in their daughter's life and the eternal joy she will enjoy, but grief is unavoidable as they must finally let go of the child they raised with pride and glory.

Arranged weddings were still common practice in the glittering world of the privileged. It was a mechanism for affluent families to retain their social standing and financial security while ensuring that their children married into the "proper" family.

The concept of an arranged marriage was not novel. You'd grown up going to galas and social functions, where you were frequently presented to suitable bachelors from other rich families. Yet you'd always wanted to fall in love on your own terms, without the pressures and expectations that come with an arranged marriage.

Your wedding is without a doubt the most lavish and anticipated wedding of the century; it's a celebration that will not only bind you two together with your spouse, but a union between two extremely wealthy and powerful business empires; the entire marriage is solely due to your parents' greed; it's not a wedding out of love.

Every item in your body right now makes you appear to be a flawless princess who is overjoyed to marry, especially with the obvious effort that has gone into how you look, but what no one knows is the agony this wedding has brought upon you, the sacrificial lamb of those who are greedy for power, forever you shall be cuffed in a loveless marriage and be the bride who just opens her legs and obeys her husband and in laws.

You've always been a loyal daughter, and you knew you had to do what was required of you. You knew your parents had your best interests at heart and wanted you to have a nice life. Yet you couldn't help but feel lonely and alone.

You're sitting in your room, lost in contemplation, staring at the wall. You are going to marry a man you have never met. The parents, whom you had grown up with and loved, had arranged and pushed you to accept this marriage.

A knock on your door reveals that someone hopes to enter, and you can't help but cry when you see your closest friend Mina show up; "What's wrong, my dear?" she muttered, worry written on her face as she held you in a tight embrace.

You shook your head, unable to put your feelings into words. You had accepted fate, but the reality of it all was too much for you to handle.

Mina had always been your best friend. You'd grown up together, sharing everything from secrets to clothing. When your parents informed you that they had planned a marriage for you, Mina was the only person you could confide in.

"I...I can't do it, Mina," you muttered, hardly audible above a whisper. "I can't marry him since I don't love him and don't want to spend my life with him."

"Shhh, dear, I understand; if only fate wasn't so harsh to those of us who live in this type of world." she said as she grabs your hand "We must make sacrifices for those who brought us to this planet and the power they still want; it hurts, but who knows? Maybe things will work out between you and Doyoung." she says it in her best attempt to console you.

Your tears streamed down your cheeks as you sighed. "But what about my dreams, Mina? What about all I've always wanted to do with my life?"

Mina wrapped her arm over your shoulders. "It's not over, Y/N. You have an entire lifetime in front of you, and no matter what happens, you can make it beautiful, and I'll be there to support you each step of the way."

You heard a loud knock on the door, and your parents stormed in before the attendant could even respond. They were dressed to the nines and grinning with delight.

"Are you ready, darling?" your mother inquired, her eyes welling up.

"She's ready, Mrs. Y/L/N," Mina replies quietly as she wipes her tears from the recent occurrences.

You forced a smile as you nod to your mother, your father handed you a lovely bouquet of tulips and grabbed your arm as he led you out of the chamber and down the corridor.

The wedding bells rang, and the sound resonated throughout the banquet hall. It was a lovely sound, one that signaled the beginning of a new life, the beginning of eternity. The ringing of the bells just added to your anxiety.

You put on a fake smile to attempt to appear joyful, but your heart wasn't in it. All your hopes of falling in love, of meeting someone who would love you for who you are, rather than because of an arranged marriage, have been dashed.

The wedding bells kept ringing, and you couldn't help but be jealous of the couples who had decided to marry for love. They were fortunate to have a voice over their own life.

You attempted to find consolation in the concept that perhaps you can find happiness in your wretched circumstances as you saw your fiancé standing at the altar. But as you approached the altar, you realized it was all a lie. You were strangers compelled to marry by your own families, and there will be no love between you.

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We Both Know That it's Wrong

married!Doyoung x Married!fem!reader

Genre: Angst, light fluff?

Warnings: cheating

Word count: >1k

Note: this was supposed to be a smut but it wrote itself and idk if I like it but I wrote too much to just delete it 🥲

You scramble the eggs in your skillet furiously and when the toaster pops up, you grumble because you knew the toast should've waited a little bit longer and now the toast is gonna be too cold to spread butter on by the time you actually need to plate everything.

Doyoung comes up beside you and washes his hands at the sink.

You don't ask him why he's here. You know why he's here. He leans over and presses his lips to your temple.

He's the only source of affection you have and you love him more than you could ever explain.

"Who's gonna eat all of that?" he asks as he takes a slice of toast out of the toaster and butters it.

"John's gonna eat that," You say as you lower the fire under your pan. You're more than a little distracted to say the least.

Doyoung shakes his head, "His car's not outside. Y/n, he left."

You stop and turn to look at him, "He left? That fucking asshole had me cook this because he was just so hungry and-" You dig into your pajama pants and pull your phone out.

Doyoung turns to you and sighs, "Knock it off," he says as he gently pries the phone from your hand.

He sets it down on the counter and looks at you, "I'll get you a plate just sit down, Y/n."

You take a seat at the island counter and huff. You watch Doyoung put more toast on and he turns to you while he's waiting for it to pop up,

"I didn't get a kiss this morning."

He comes over to you and leans in for a soft kiss. Your insides come to life and he smiles because he knows nobody else does it for you quite like he does.

You watch him spread butter on toast and plate it. You imagine this being a regularly occurring thing and you sigh.

"Y'know..." he trails off as he scoops eggs into a plate, "I would always eat whatever you took the time to prepare for me... I'd eat all those cookies you bake when you're stressed out... I'd eat your leftover jams and jellies for the farmer’s market... I'd eat those homemade pickled onions you like making so much for your neighbor..."

He brings the plate over and sets it down in front of you.

"Doyoung," You sigh, "Why do you do this to me?"

"Because I want you and I know you want me too. We wouldn't be doing this otherwise."

You stab at your eggs, "I'm too mad to eat," You mumble.

"At least take a few bites. You need to eat something," he says.

You pile a fork full of eggs into your mouth then bite your toast. Doyoung smiles and comes over to sit beside you. He leans in and takes the fork from your hand. You chew slowly and sulk.

He shovels some of the eggs from your plate into his mouth and hums, "You make the best damn eggs, Y/n. Really you do," he says and looks over at you, "I can cheer you up if you want... I have all day."

You know that Doyoung is genuinely trying to cheer you up because unlike your husband, Doyoung values the process of making sure you're truly happy and doesn't think his penis is a cure-all.

You shrug, "Why is it so hard for him to treat me right?" You ask quietly.

Doyoung sighs, "Do you wanna hear some bullshit that'll make you feel better or do you wanna hear the truth?" he asks.

"The truth."

"You're not a priority. He's seeing someone else- you know that he is- and you think that because you're also seeing someone else but still playing the game that he's gonna care enough to do the same thing."

You frown because you know it's true.

Doyoung continues, "And you can't keep being mad at him because look at what we're doing... what's good for the goose is good for the gander, right?"

"Yeah... I guess you're right," You say as you look over at him.

"So I propose this to you... I will go and sit in my car... I'll wait for twenty minutes. You decide if you're coming with me... to stay this time. I know you think it'll happen all over again but it won't. I won't do what he's done. I've promised you that but it's up to you to trust me so... you have twenty minutes... if you don't come out..."

He presses a soft kiss to your lips,

"this is it. This is where we end things. I can't keep doing to my wife what he's doing to you because I'm just like him and I hate that."

With that, Doyoung gets up and starts to the door. He turns back, "Twenty minutes, Y/n," he says and you can see him taking your face in as if it's for the last time.

He walks out.

You look around the kitchen and the silence is deafening. It takes you only a minute to go upstairs and choose.

You choose to pack a bag.

You choose to leave a letter for John.

You choose to leave the bed and the house a mess because you're tired of being his maid.

You choose to leave.

You step outside and lock the front door then slide the key under the doormat.

You turn to see Doyoung in his car. He sees you and sits up with a smile. He's been fighting tears and your heart breaks because he doubted you. To be fair, you've doubted him too.

You get into the car and throw your bag in the backseat.

"Nineteen minutes," he chuckles, "You left him a letter, didn't you?"

You nod, "This isn't Gone Girl, I'm not trying to gaslight him," You chuckle.

Doyoung starts the car, "I respect that... I left a letter too," he says.

"You didn't even know how this would turn out! Jesus, Do!" You exclaim.

He shrugs,

"I've always loved you enough to take that risk."

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ooshu · 1 year

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summary: you created one last fairytale in new york city. doyoung was never good with words. you asked him to hold your hand until the clock strikes 12 am. he was willing to play your prince charming.

note: oh, to be young and in love in new york city with doyoung aka thee ideal travel buddy! was inspired by the hit the states nyc vlog with johnny (and doie’s recent nyc pictures! so pretty hehe)

genre: fluff, angst | word count: 2.6k

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“hey.”

doyoung turned around. met by the new york skyline across the brooklyn bridge, everything sparkled; almost like a surreal dream. there’s a charm residing in these streets. maybe it’s how the lights flickered so perfectly it illuminated with the unreachable skyscrapers; almost telling everyone who can see it that all of these could be theirs.

you were standing in front of him. a smile crept on your lips. doyoung stared back at you. his hands were on his pockets—maybe it’s the wind that gushes through his covered arms that made him quite shivering. his eyes would be telling something, but you can tell he was almost happy seeing you. almost.

“hey,” he said back.

“i never asked you a favor, haven’t i?” doyoung nodded. “then, here’s my first and last, doyoung.”

“what is it?” you always find it so fascinating when his eyebrows furrow into confusion. they’re easily wiggly, alright? it’s one of the features why he couldn’t hide his emotions very well—they’re all planted on his face.

“i’ll show you around. that’s all.” you reached your hand, hoping he would take it.

doyoung, hesitant at first, reached and grabbed your hand. you squeezed it and intertwined your fingers with his. he didn’t pull back, and a part of you was thankful for it.

just like that, you thought. give me just this one, could you, doyoung?

—

and just like any other romantic new york films, you strolled around the city. “it never sleeps, doesn’t it?” you said. doyoung smiled at your most typical pun to describe new york.

you pulled him into the middle of times square. it’s like you mutually agreed to be children and be fools, spun around the center of it, ignoring the people rushing towards their own ways. the flashy screens almost looked like solid colors as you two spun. and when doyoung couldn’t keep up any longer, you both giggled of how foolish this would look like from afar.

“we’re tourists, anyway!” he said. “besides, we never go here from time to time… right?”

“yeah, we don’t.” you answered while staring at his loving face being illuminated by the flashing lights. it suited him; the fame, the camera flashes—these things that he had always dreamt of.

doyoung never removed his hand from yours. there were times he did slip, but he immediately found yours again as he was done trying to figure out how the subway ticketing works and when he was desperately calling for those yellow cabs. you sometimes would remove yours so you could hold your phone and search for your next destination. after putting it down and figuring out where to go, he reaches for your wrist to find his hand back to where it belonged for the past few hours.

you loved how your hand fits with his. how warm it was in the midst of the breeze and chilly night. but sometimes, you would look away when he talks to you—the way it becomes so endearing to feel what its like to be held by doyoung was too much, almost convincing—your eyes would then just out of nowhere start to get teary. but you hold it in; you held the tears back. you wanted this night to be perfect as any love fool would have hoped for with their silly little crush.

“you!” doyoung, seemingly intoxicated by the moment he swore was magical. “let’s take a photo together, yeah?”

he brought out his phone and you snatched it away from him. you gestured he should stay still where he stands, “i’ll take a picture of you!” you exclaimed.

“sure!”, and there he goes—his gummy-teeth smile; your favorite; then appeared. you can tell the genuine joy surrounding him. “yeah, you look good!” you raised a thumb, signaling the shots are still going on. you can’t help but to admire, really.

new york loves you, doyoung. you thought.

and i love you.

he ran back to you and swiped across the images. like a giggly kid. he said, “let’s ask someone to take our pictu-”

“one last stop.”, you interrupted doyoung. “you have to try this. i swear, you’ve never been to new york if you missed this!”.

“but-”

“let’s go! they close pretty early, i think.” you once again grabbed his hand. it would be pretty suck if you didn’t, especially this particular time around.

—

and so you brought doyoung to this famous steak house. you ordered the usual, the steak and the wining combo, that kept you almost sane whenever you fly to new york for work. he liked his steak medium rare, and you laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. you liked yours pretty cooked, almost burnt. nevertheless, it's his preference. you love him either way.

you both sat in silence while waiting for your food to arrive. you kept your distance close to him. your arms grazes with his as you were beside together. you wanted to remember every touch, every feeling that is soon will be a blurred, distanced memory.

you snapped back to reality when doyoung called your name.

“spill.”, he said.

“just thinking about… this.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“i have something to tell you-”

suddenly, plates were presented on your table. the look and the smell coming from new york’s finest steak is mesmerizing enough to dismiss the often unfinished business. who would not love a perfect food after a perfect night?

then the wine starts pouring and glasses clink. did i tell you that upbeat jazz music is a usual in new york? it is also usual for people to randomly sway into the beat of it.

“oh! it’s like begin again!” doyoung pointed at the diners who are starting to get up in their seats. people started humming and dancing in the middle of the restaurant.

you stood up and doyoung is already thinking what you are thinking.

“no, it’s embarrassing!”

“what happened to “we’re tourists”, doie?”, doyoung smiled at the nickname. “grab my hand, will you?”

doyoung reached for your hand while the other held his glass of wine. you successfully dragged him into the middle despite his pushing and pulling, and whining, of course. old couples and new lovers flocked the space. and there were the two of you, not knowing what kind of dance you two would pull off.

then it just clicked. your bodies swayed like it was lured into the beat. doyoung’s eyes never left yours. he sipped from his drink if he gets the chance to stop. you didn’t mind about the heartbreak you were going to pull off as the night ends, you just danced and danced until…

until his head was on the crook of your neck.

everyone was jumpy into the now upbeat jazz music. but the both of you swayed a little slow to now still. the world seemed stopped running, and so did time.

you couldn’t help but to let out a little sob. this has not been in your plan. but you let him stay here with you. the clock’s ticking and it’s all coming into an end. but you didn’t want it to end after all, but you had to—because you and doyoung both know this should meet the last pages of its final chapter.

you felt a damp on your back. he had spilled some of the wine on your top. he quickly removed his body from yours when he realized.

“sorry. sorry, i-”

“it’s okay, doie.” his eyes light up whenever you call him doie. “having fun?”

“this is the best day of my life, you.”

“trust me, doyoung. i know.”

—

you left the restaurant, now calming from its highs, and you asked doyoung, “can i hold your hand?”

he immediately locked his fingers with yours and swayed them like a little kid while walking. he seemed in a hurry, and you purposely slowed down the pace. “i’m quite tired, doyoung. but the good kind, i promise.”, you said.

“sure. besides…”

“besides?”

“we’re in the most beautiful city in the world. let’s savor this moment delicately, huh?”

his hotel was just around the block, and you hated how that coincidence rushes the expected pang that is about to hit your chest any minute now. as you reached the final crossroads, the stoplight counts down.

59, 58, 57, 56, 55…

you were scared you were going to think about this moment every now and then. you are terrified you were always going back to square one, the regressions, the pain and the hopelessness that will shower your thoughts for the next days, weeks, months, and so even years and beyond.

letting go of your first love would never come easy, they said. you wanted to hold doyoung’s hand for the rest of your life like the way he did to yours just now. but his heart never belonged to anybody else, and not even yours.

he never answered your confession. doyoung eagerly tried to act nonchalant and treat you as his friend. and so you did, but it would be hypocrite to say you were completely fine. and as much as this magical night had brought you happiness, the immense pain of this what if will forever be buried in your heart.

your heart started to ache as the stoplight counts down from 10. once that green light lit…

“oh, that’s our hotel, right?” doyoung pointed. “but where should we go next? there must be something else around here. i read some before we flew-”

“playtime’s over, doie.” you said. you tried your best to conceal your heartache but the faint smile on your face says otherwise. but it’s the best for the both of you, and especially for you.

“it’s still early, isn’t it? it’s just 12?” doyoung rambled with the questions. “are you tired? we can visit more places tomorrow-”

“i checked out this early afternoon, doie.”

“what do you mean?”

you casually removed your hand from his.

“remember the night when we stayed up late and we listed down our own bucket lists? i may have crossed the last thing on that paper.”, you chuckled but your eyes were starting to get blurry. then tears slowly started running down on your cheeks. you tried your best to look away and not face him like this, but it was alright. it is indeed hard to say goodbye to your first love.

“so we went to new york, and he was the person i’d want to go with because i’ve been… i’ve been dreaming for the past few months i’d bring my first love to my favorite place in the whole world. and i held hands with him, doie—for the rest of the night! suddenly, riding the subway felt like the movies; as he said, it felt like begin again, doie. we played like little kids running around the goddamn times square, and good god, it was beautiful, it was magical.”

doyoung knew right away he was the one you were referring to. he clearly knew how you felt towards him. the bucket list had his name written all over the place.

he took one step forward and you took three steps back.

“stop-”, you took a deep breath. this was all too much. you wanted to end it at this point. you could no longer live a lie that you can live beside him because your broken heart will never mend nor heal. this does not have to end bittersweet. you did not want to be swept away by the idea he held your hand so tightly like he never wanted to let go; but all this time, he never said how he really felt towards you.

“wait-” he tried reaching out once more and you stepped back a little further.

“just… just stay there, doie. please?”

and there was doyoung, standing in front of you. just as beautiful as ever. and there was your favorite city, you and doyoung’s version of new york, at the back; picture perfect.

“i want to remember you this way, doyoung. this night, and you… you were a good dream.” you sobbed in between faint smiles. “and in the morning, i have to wake up and recall your beautiful face from now and then until you finally become a faint memory.”

then you looked at him once more because you were never going home. you eventually planned everything all along—before you leave, this was the last trip you would ever do with the person you would hate leaving behind. you did not want your last memory would become him and stealing glances and seeing him liking someone else. this night was it; you were contented. you are happy. you’ve crossed the bucket list.

“so i…” you finally take the last steps towards him. “i thank you for playing all along.”, you chuckled. “for making this dream come true, that, well, turned out better than what i had in mind.”

his eyes were trying to find yours, but you couldn’t stare at them any longer. yours found their way on his hands. “i’m sorry, but,

can i… can i hold your hand before i go?”

he immediately held yours; this time, it was tight. he intertwined his fingers with yours that fit so perfectly and just fine. you could tell he’s pleading to not go, but seeing him only now brings pang to your chest. after all, this night was made to be perfect because you did not want your first love to end harshly.

but doyoung would not want to let go. and you tears started to roll on your cheeks once more. “you have to let me go now. it’s gonna be okay. and… and you’re gonna be okay, doie. and i will, too.”

“why?”

“because you don’t love…” and the truth is starting to taint this perfect dream. “just let me have this one, doyoung. let me have this perfect ending; to this fairytale, yeah?”

you cupped his cheeks and stared at those eyes of his once more, “i love you in all ways and any ways, doie.” you reached for his hands once again and held them tightly. and you kissed him on the cheek; so you could be now contented and close this chapter of your life.

and doyoung stood there as he watched you go, disappearing from the streets of his and your version of new york.

doyoung has been standing in the cold for about four minutes now.

if he could only just... speak, then this night would have been a hit in every children's literature; the happily ever after, the prince and the damsel in distress turned happiest and luckiest.

but then he started walking, and his pace became quicker. now, he was running.

he was running to say that he loves you for the very first time in years. would be saying it is a big deal, but you leaving his life forever would shatter his future plans. he never saw the person's face in his dreams until tonight. it was you all along, and he was running and panting in whichever direction he might have thought you would've walked through.

and it was not so far away when he saw you calling for a cab. you opened the door, sat, and the wheels were already ready to go.

but you heard a shout from behind, a "wait!" that is so loud, it echoed the empty, lonely street; an unhappy version of your new york where doyoung does not live in.

doyoung desperately shouted again, chasing like a child who chased his mother when she first dropped him off at kindergarten. and when the cab stopped on its tracks, doyoung abruptly stopped his running, too.

the door opened, and there was you standing on the ground, one hand clinging to the car's door frame and the rest of your body titled in front of his direction. doyoung stared at you and tilted his head a bit, looking for your face, your eyes.

"i...", doyoung started.

and a smile slowly crept on your face.

"i know, doyoung. you just have to cast the spell and i'll be yours."

and so doyoung did and he swore, that moment, was magical.

"i love you."

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