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8myass · 3 months

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.. smiles .. pairing. wong kunhang/hendery x female reader, feat. xiaojun genre. angst, smut pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. he fell for the way you smiled for him. wc. 1.3k cw. yandere!hendery, idol!hendery, talk show host!reader tw. cursing, stalking, drugging, pet names (‘my love’, ‘sugar’, ‘darling’), dubcon aspects, infidelity, fingering, slight gaslighting a/n. came up with this idea after watching the episode of unbelievable that hendery and xiaojun were on together.

You talked like you owned the entire room, hands moving in gestures to truly enunciate the sentences you sang out, soft bangs falling over your forehead while you fidgeted in your seat. You were perfect for a talk show host. You had that very distinct presence about you that would make anyone interested in the topic at hand. Something so simple as brushing your teeth could become a conversation starter deserving of an hour’s worth of words.

You were so sweet, too. You’d make the guests on your show seem like their opinions were the most important things in the world. You sure made Hendery feel that way. He was an idol of a few years now, but coming onto this show was the first thing he’s done where he needed to share his thoughts with someone other than his bandmates, one of whom also joined him on the show. Luckily for him, his bandmate, Xiaojun, would cover for him whenever he went silent, thinking that he simply had nothing to discuss on the subject. No, he had plenty of opinions he could share with the hosts. But you were too mind-boggling that he continuously managed to find himself distracted by the way you flipped your hair over your shoulder when it tickled the exposed skin of your arm, adjusted the way your cropped top rested above your belly button to leave just the right amount to the imagination as it matched nicely with your tiny skirt that cut off before it could trail too high up your pretty thighs, hands fiddling with the dry flesh around your cuticles out of semi-nervousness when the attention was all on you.

He found that he adored your smile, the way your entire face would light up when you laughed, pearly white teeth exposing, gums popping out, eyes forming crescent shapes as your cheeks perked up. You were gorgeous when you smiled.

He wanted to make you smile more, laugh more, so he made it a point to speak up more, saying the silliest and most unserious things to get your face to contort in that beautiful way over and over again. He liked it, loved it, when he was able to make you smile, all for him.

And the moment your hand pressed against his knee, warm palm only lingering on the clothed skin for a few seconds, but it left a lasting sensation. The moment you did that, he had completely lost himself into you. He was prepared to dive all in.

As you left to head home that night, you’d see him in the lobby, brushing off his jacket before throwing it over his shoulders, hair sloppily falling over his face.

“Hey,” you called, hurrying your feet over toward him. As soon as his wide eyes met yours, you smiled at him sweetly, “Hendery, right? How’s it going? I thought you and Xiaojun had left already.”

“Yeah, we did, but I forgot my coat,” he rubbed the back of his neck, uncomfortably laughing, “I’ll be going now.”

“Got a ride? I can take you if you want,” you shrugged, knowing he had no ride. That was one of the topics you discussed with him today.

After accepting the offer, he was actually sitting in your car. You stopped for gas on the way there, allowing him the chance to search through your belongings. It was definitely not the most honest thing for him to do, and stealing an empty bottle or a used tampon applicator was an even more dishonest thing, but he couldn’t contain himself. The scent of you was all over the items littering your car, he wanted to take it all. He wanted to take you. But he refrained long enough to get to his dorms.

He couldn’t invite you in, not into the place he was living at. If he brought you inside, the boys would poke fun at him, suggest and speak things that are crude and disgusting, so he didn’t get to bring you inside, sending you on your way as soon as he got out of the car, waving you off. He wanted to cry, slam his head against the wall. How could he not bring you inside? What was he thinking? He could’ve snuck you in, if there’s a way, he could do it. But no, this was the right decision.

Especially considering it wasn’t the last time he’d see you. The next times, however, you might not see him. He found out where you were living – staying at your sister’s for the time being, only until you got back on track with your money, you were waiting for your career to take off. He could take care of you, you should really just let him. But as he watched your beautiful figure dance naked around your room in a hurry to get a pair of comfortable pajamas on, his delusional mind began to process something. You wouldn’t love him in all the ways he loved you. You probably didn’t even remember who he was.

Sure, he was an idol. But you weren’t into those kinds of things. Your head was either buried in a book or writing the scripts and questions for your show. You weren’t listening to his music or watching his videos or listening to his voice, you weren’t concerned with who he was in any sense, no context of him was fascinating to you.

He wanted you to remember him, remember who he was after the next meeting you had.

“Missed me, my love?” he smiled, hands snaking around your waist. Your body tensed, but soon relaxed when you felt his lips gently kissing along the soft skin of your neck. “Because I know I missed you so fucking much.”

You weren’t yourself, unable to properly feel who you were becoming, what he was doing to you. You didn’t know who it was, had no idea it was Hendery. You didn’t even remember him, he was completely right. When you showed up at your work building that morning, a syringe was injected in your neck before you could enter the front doors, being dragged away to a fancy hotel where now you’re gazing out across the city from a balcony, a random man wrapped up behind you, slowly falling against his touch, too touch-starved to say no to the desperate need to let your body give in. Not to mention the fact you thought it was your loving boyfriend, the man who you so badly wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He vowed to keep sex off-limits until marriage, and when he proposed, you were ecstatic that you were getting closer to that marriage dream of yours.

Still feeling the effects of the burning fluid seeping through your veins, you slurred, “Waiting for marriage?”

“Forget that,” he groaned into your ear, nibbling on your lobe as his hands trailed along your perfect body, deciding to play into your little delusions.

“You sure?” you gasped, feeling a harsh hand slip down your pants, touching you delicately with every hint of love in the way his fingers moved inside you.

“You’re gonna remember me after tonight, darling,” he spun you around, butt pressing against the edge of the railing, eyes meeting yours. He saw the moment you noticed who it was, the moment you realized it wasn’t your beloved fiance. “You won’t be able to forget me again.”

“Wh-what are you-” you started, squirming in his grasp, body being stricken with panic and fear at the sight of the unknown man before you. You didn’t have it in you to pull his hand out of your pants, fingers still curled up into you, causing your mind to fuzzy more and more with each movement of his wrist.

His voice was quick to cut your whined words off, cooing sweetly, “Where’s that smile I’m looking for, sugar?”

You couldn’t speak, head spinning as it fell back, nails digging into his shoulder to keep you stable against the railing.

“Don’t you like this?”

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ronjunnie · 12 days

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HENDERY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

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yangsrose · 1 year

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a fool in love

pairing: non idol!hendery x reader

word count: 298 words

warnings: none

authors notes: this was kind of random and honestly i switched it between three different members and four different ideas but i hope it came out well!!

Hendery hated cliches. He hated the over generalised assumptions that people had of certain topics, especially relationships. He hated when people said that their heart stopped whenever they saw their significant other, mainly because he never seemed to understand how people would go about their day after one of their main ways of surviving stopped after seeing a person.

That thought process changed however, shortly after he met you. Hendery never understood how the mere presence of someone was enough to floor him, but after meeting you, he finally seemed to understand the breathless feeling that others claimed to be be a victim of. He remembers the way that he was shaking profusely during your first date, feeling as if his heart would stop at every moment of eye contact that the two of you made with each other.

He remembers the way that he used to hate the lovesick sigh and stare off into space that people did, but after meeting you, he finally understood how the mention of your name would be enough to make him turn slightly red and smile widely, despite everything that he said he would never do when he got into a relationship.

Hendery knew that he was being highly hypocritical of his past self, and knew that if he was to come from the past, he would have definitely done anything in his ability to stop you two from meeting. But now, even though he was trailing behind you like a lovesick puppy, he couldn't remember anytime where he had felt happier than how he felt in the moment. Because with you, he was fine being called a lovesick fool and embarrassing himself in front of his friends, as long as it meant that he got to spend it with you.

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haechanhues · 6 months

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THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering.

chapter twelve : wong kunhang

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gonelike-ach00 · 11 months

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Crowned Princec | Hendery

Prince! Hendery x Princess! Female Original Character

Author: gonelike_achoo

Genre: Romance, Drama, Arranged marriage, royalties

Word Count: 3,085

Warnings: war, violence, complex family relationships, pseudo incest (not main story, but be warned), sexual relationships

Preview: Where Hendery finds himself in an arranged marriage he can not runaway from- just as he has for everything else in his life. He has planned to runaway from the throne, but marrying the princess from the kingdom besided theirs served as his biggest hindrance.

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2 ♚ Kingdom of Hwei

Just the evening that following the gathering of the lands, Taeha, after supper with her family– what was left of her family rather– on the way back to her room sitting quite close to the often noise filled room of the crowned prince and his family, there was something much rumbustious than the room beside hers.

“What kind of commotion are you making inside my room?” As soon as she turned into her room she faced her lady-in-waiting.

A number of maids and other castle staff were packing her stuff into bags and some into huge crates. Confused with what was going on all she could turn her frustration with was her lady-in-waiting, or her soon to be retired lady-in-waiting.

“Your highness,” she simply bows her head to acknowledge the princess’s presence. Her lady-in-waiting grew up with the crowned princess, thus her friendly demeanor while ignoring the presence of one of the most important people of her kingdom.

“You aren’t even going to turn around and converse with me?” The princess whines, but all she got was a simple smile from the lady, a little too stoic to be considered the best lady-in-waiting her kingdom has to offer her. “What is all this fuss, especially keeping my items in a box? Where will they be shipped out to?” Though, she wasn’t exactly dumb enough to understand what was happening, at the back of her mind she had her suspicions.

“I am simply following orders, your highness.” The lady checks a box from her list, as a few ladies carry out her luggage.

Was she about to sleep in an empty room tonight?

Knowing full well she won’t be hearing anything from her lady-in-waiting she walks out of her room, her footsteps heavy in the process. As soon as she turned the corner, she was greeted by the entourage of her brother’s family, complete with the crowned prince himself, his wife, his two children, their maids and body guards. Indeed, there was nothing more important than the next royal family.

“You look upset, Taeha.” Taeil, his brother, couldn’t be more obvious with what was clearly written all over her face.

“Do I appear so?” She nearly rushes past the family and their entourage, but is stopped when her brother grabs her by the wrist. “It is improper to stop someone by the wrist, brother.”

“Are you looking for father?”

“Who else shall I look for when I am fuming?” Another box that was filled with her stuff passes through the halls. Her eyes could simply follow her items as they disappeared from her sight. Again, not as mindless as she often makes herself out to be, she knew where those items were headed.

“It has not been long since he left the table,” Taeil sighs knowing full well her anger was rooted in something reasonable, “he is probably sharing his late night tea with mama, just as they always do.” That was all the princess needed to hear before rushing towards her father’s tea room, one that was closed off to kids below twelve and was applied whether you were royalty or not.

Taeha raises her hands up and knocks, just as it usually does, the reply comes a bit late. “Come in,” was the muffled reply that came from the other side of the door.

She swings the door open to see her mother sitting with a hot cup of tea in her hands and observing the door open. On the opposite side of the table sat her father, dressed down in a much more comfortable attire, but one that screamed that he was king nonetheless. His pressed down shirt, cleanly slicked back hair and posture that was deeply ingrained into his body.

“Taeha,” he calls out the name of his youngest child, “what brings you in need of my attention as soon as we finish dinner?”

“You have mastered feigning innocence father,” she crosses her arms over her chest as if she was a child.

Taemu takes a few seconds to understand what she was talking about. Before realization even shows on his face, he simply takes a sip out of his tea. “It should not come as a surprise, the customs of dealing with a marriage between two kingdoms run deep.”

“I have never heard of such a circumstance where two betrotheds have to live under one roof?”

“The case is different when two kingdoms engage.” Taemu sighs. “The distance would seem to hinder the process of getting to know one another. It has been a long practiced tradition between the marriage between two kingdoms.” He states as if he had witnessed a marriage between two kingdoms in his own life as well.

The princess could not believe what she was hearing. As if her ears were deceiving her, or that is how she wants to believe it as. “Do you not think of briefing me through this before you even announce marriage or continue with your decision?”

The king gives her daughter a long look before sighing. “Does marriage still bother you?”

“Shall I make it more obvious, your majesty?”

“Well, it has been arranged, Taeha.” There was no room to argue as her father’s voice lowered. “The crowned prince shall arrive tomorrow morning and you’ll be riding with him back to his kingdom.” That was the last thing she heard before she left that godforsaken room. It was a near mockery of all the years of her voicing out her opinions on marriage, and making effort to not wed anytime soon.

A pure mockery.

The next day followed soon after, as if her life played out three times faster. As she was unable to sleep a wink last night, she grumbled to herself as soon as the sun began peeking through her now empty room. The room was huge even with her stuff inside, but now it felt oddly bigger than it was before, even with all this space, it was making her suffocate.

The last time she would be able to see her, well her family’s, lady-in-waiting would be today as they force her out of her bed and into clothing she has never seen in her life. The process was both grudgingly slow, but she hoped that they would go slower. That’s why the moment they all move away from her to give her space to examine how she looks at the mirror, she hoped that they had just stayed where they were.

Then she was guided to the stairs, the one where their guests were entering last night, she walked with two escorts on her side and a few more by the walls making sure that the rebellious princess did not try to make her great escape. Princess Taeha was a runaway bride in the making.

By the entrance of their castle, her parents were already waiting upon her arrival. It wasn’t until she turned the corner to see the full view of the entrance that she took notice of the prince gladly engaging in conversations with the king of Sui. It was as if his persona last night was a mere lie.

“Here she is, my princess, Taeha.” King Taemu opens his arms wide to welcome her all dolled up daughter.

Taeha takes her time. She doesn’t rush to stand beside her parents, let alone, his fiance. Once she stood beside her mother, she wrapped her arms around her waist.

“I heard that the kingdom of Hwei has already prepared their lady-in-waiting for you.” Aside from the absurdity of being engaged just a few days ago, she finds out that she’ll be going to a foreign land all on her own, without anyone she truly knows?

It took everything in Taeha for her head not to swing towards the queen in absolute anger. “I see,” she sighs, “however,” the moment she began her sentence with this she was met with glares coming from her parents, “I believe that it would be hard to accumulate in a foreign land without my own lady-in-waiting.” She reasons out.

“Wouldn’t that be better?” King Taemu turns his head towards the prince. “You’ll be relying on this young man even more.”

Guanheng remained silent, but continued to force a smile on his face. The sudden silence from her father’s words made everyone’s heads turn towards the horses that were neighing, as if they were the most impatient beings present right now.

“That appears to be the sign for us to send our farewell.” Guanheng bows towards the royal couple of Sui, before walking up a few steps and offering out his hands to the princess.

Taeha before she could even accept his hand was taken into a hug by the queen, one that felt like it was the last time they’ll ever be able to touch one another. A much larger hand on the back was placed right above the queen’s, and as soon as she looked up, she saw her father with a soft smile on his face.

She was the one who decided to break the hug. Taking a deep breath, she grabs hold unto Guanheng’s hand. “I’ll be taking my leave.” That was the last thing she told her parents before walking down the stairs.

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gureumcityrecs · 2 years

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huang guanheng

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fly-forever-young · 2 years

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•~𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐲

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creambunnie · 2 years

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current WIP hendery angst 🥹 gotta pause bcos too angsty even for me

#creambunnie's thoughts #hendery angst

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minhyeong · 1 year

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NCT U + MOMENTS AFTER BREAKUP [PART III] !

[ yuta ] when he’s tightly squeezed in between his friends in the round bar booth, shoulders pressing down against his until his limbs go numb, and they firmly, almost reassuringly pat him on the back, promising him the world would continue to spin on its axis as if nothing ever changed, that the moon would continue its orbit even without you; he sets the alcohol down, defeated because that was what scared him most

[ kun ] when he tightens his grip on the steering wheel until the tips of his fingers turn eerily pale, the low hum of the engine falling into rhythm with his hitched breath, and the last bit of hope dissipates into nothingness when you slam the door shut on the passenger side without sparing him even one last glance; he covers his eyes with his cold palms, digging it into his skin until his vision goes hazy so he can’t see that he’s losing you

[ hendery ] when he hears the ghost of your voice reminding him to be careful and he abruptly plants his heels into the ground underneath to bring the swaying swing to a full stop, tugging on the ends of his hoodie as the evening breeze creeps into the crevices of his chest; he pushes forward when the world falls silent again, picking up speed until he becomes parallel to the sky and the chains are creaking, not caring if he’s being reckless because you had stopped loving him

[ xiaojun ] when he’s dragging his feet up the familiar steps to your door, shoving his finger into your doorbell before his fear can make him sprint in the opposite direction, and he nearly stumbles backward when you open the door with an unreadable expression, eyes glazed over as you thrust the box of his belongings into his arms before wordlessly stepping back and letting the door click shut; he feels a sting run along his throat as he swallows the apology that he owes you

[ chenle ] when he’s sitting across from his parents after months of not showing up for dinner, his cheekbones protruding a little more than usual, shoulders slumping forward, and he visibly flinches when they hesitantly ask about you after they see the empty seat at the table, the bitterness flitting across his features before he composes himself, and he shrugs as nonchalantly as he can; he doesn’t know you anymore anyway

[ jisung ] when he holds the wilted leaves between his fingers, the rough edges crumbling to small particles with a little pressure, and he feels a little abandoned like the drooping sunflower infused with dull brown spots that was full of vitality until you left it behind; he twists the spray bottle open and haphazardly dumps the remaining water into the ceramic pot until it overflows and spills past the rim, convinced that there’s no point in trying anymore

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soupydumplingss · 10 months

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Sweet Venom.

Warnings: Female!Reader x Any NCT member (according to your imagination), angst!au, non-idol!au, reader is an alcoholic, unhealthy marriage, the male is cheating on her, the member is mentally unstable asf, reader is mentally unstable af in a way too, profanities (not much tho ig?...), reader cries in the end.

Note: Italics in "double inverted commas": ongoing conversation

Italics: reader is thinking

Normal letters: narration

The reader first starts the conversation and the member and reader speak simultaneously.

Prompt: "I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Walking down the streets of Berlin, it's approximately 8:30 p.m. The bustling streets of the city are still full of life. A heavy backpack slung on one side of your shoulder, the first two buttons of your shirt unbuttoned with your tie hanging loose. Stumbling in your path, drunk, you just want to go home. As you fumble for the keys to your door, you suddenly drop something from your bag. A keychain. Specifically a keychain with initials on it. You kick it away somewhere.

After unlocking the door, you enter your house and lock the door. You kick your shoes somewhere and head to your room. Upon entering your room, a strange hit of nostalgia hits. A cabinet full of trophies, a heavy bunch of medals and certificates adorning the wall. Oh, what a kid I was, you thought. Now look at you, a working machine that runs 24/7 with little to no rest. You look at old pictures of yourself on the cabinet, smiling with your teeth on display. At least it's not fake.

Your younger self would've been proudly looking at you as the rich and successful woman she envisioned you as. But the current you isn't proud at all. Sitting in front of your computer on the topmost floor of your company, always working with a bunch of papers blocking your face, a failed marriage, all the youth evaporated from your face. You've forgotten about yourself, forgotten what happiness is, forgotten priorities. Did you forget your dear husband can still come into the house and see you in your heavily drunken state? Aren't you ashamed of picking another bottle of Hennessy from the cupboard in your kitchen and drinking straight from it?

"Why are you in my house again? To take the remaining of your stuff? If yes, then please be fast and get out."

"Just sign the papers and be out of my sight."

"So much for the man who himself was sleeping with another woman. And for the record, this is my house."

"You never gave time to us. She was there when I needed someone to stay by me, not you."

"So that's a good reason to break the vows you made in church? Remember who works harder."

"And that "who" forgets us. You've changed a lot. I love you very much, but she was just there."

"I think this proves that you were always unfaithful and ungrateful."

"You're moving from the fucking point."

"People who cannot express themselves properly stick to the usage of such crude words." You gulp the alcohol from the bottle.

"Still the woman who spits sweet venom even after being drunk. When will you stop this habit of returning home drunk?"

"It's my money. I can spend it as I want to."

"Baby, I left her. I want us to work out as we used to. I'll move back my stuff in."

Lies. That little stain of lipstick on your collar, a few long strands of the brunette's hair, her favorite perfume lingering on you, your puffy lips with a hint of pink on them, your hair ruffled. How much more lies will you feed me? You reek the smell of sex.

I don't think this will work out. I don't think we will work out."

Tears drop from the eyes of the man in front of you. He falls to his knees and hugs your legs while sobbing hard. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. I love you very much, honey."

You feel disgusted. Same old empty words, all lies. What's the point of this man using his words when it's all fake? I can literally see her in your car outside.

"I'll sign the papers just as you said. Be out of my sight."

You pulled your legs from his grip. As you take the pen from your pocket, you sign the papers and throw them on his face.

"As I said, be out of my range of sight with the remaining of your stuff."

You took off the beautiful diamond ring adorning your hand and threw it on his face. Drinking does help with unsolicited feelings.

He picked up his stuff and the ring while exiting the house. Finally.

A feeling of odd peace hits you. You feel empty. Were we ever meant for each other? Was it worth it? At least we both spared each others' remaining happiness, you thought. You went inside your room. Opening the door of your large bathroom, you fill the bathtub and hop in with your clothes on and the bottle of alcohol in your hand. You let the tap run. You're wet head to toe now. You think about the fight earlier. ""Still the woman who spits sweet venom after being drunk?" You were my sweet venom, the one who seemed as sweet as sugar but turned out to be a serpent." A fresh stream of tears leave your eyes, dripping down your face as you keep chugging the alcohol down your throat.

"I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Author: help pls im a new writer 😭 i literally wrote this in 2 hours. forgive me if there is any error in the spellings. this story does seem very unclear without any context but somehow, it feels so right like this. I appreciate any support.

The above gif doesn't belong to me. Only the story and writings belong to me. Please do not copy my writings.

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ilichillz · 28 days

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breadcatcreations · 2 years

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Through The Dark

Pairing: Kim Doyoung (Nct) x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: argument, cursing, crying

a/n: I just wanted to say I’m sorry in advance. I’m trying here girly. Idk what made me write this but it happened and it’s here. Rip me. Love y’all happy reading :3

“I hate you,” the words slipped out of your mouth without your mind thinking about them. You and Doyoung were arguing again for the second time this week. This time it was something you called in during an important meeting, and ‘you know not to call me during work hours.’

Of course, you knew those stupid rules he put up for his work time. But the truth was you just wanted to hear his voice, he hadn’t been home in 3 days, he stuffed himself into the recording room.

“Then leave, if you hate me so much,” he spat back at you, a tear slipping down his face before he harshly whipped them away. You were frozen, you didn't mean that word at all. Your whole being froze. This only led him to scoff at you.

“Doyoung I-,” you tried to explain, but he cut you off. “God damnit if you try and give me some half ass excuse for what you just said I’m leaving!” He yelled it so fast that you barely heard any of it.

“Doyoung I-,” you tried to explain, but he cut you off. “God damnit if you try and give me some half ass excuse for what you just said I’m leaving!” He yelled so fast that you barely heard any of it.

You stared down at the ground, eyes filling with tears. "Doyoung you know I di-" you couldn't finish the sentence. Doyoung's gaze and the tears choked you up. you coughed and the more the tears slipped down your face Doyoung scoffed again, this time it hurt more than the first time. "I don't know though, do I y/n?" You couldn't think. the tears didn't stop. you wanted him, you wanted him to embrace you and 'tell it's okay.'

He watched you cry for a good minute, “We are done here, I’m going to the dorm,” he spoke. He knew he was in the wrong here, but his ego couldn’t take admitting he was wrong.

All you wanted was him, all you wanted was to hear his voice. But this is where we're it always led. But for god's sake you love this man with all your life. “Doyoung,” was all you could get out, it was weak and hushed. If you were supposed to love this man, why the hell is the world making it so hard?

Grabbing his bag and keys then and walked out without another word. Clicking the unlock button on his car key. Getting in as tears fell down his face freely. Resting his forehead against the top of his steering wheel. “Fucking shit,” yelling to himself. Leaning back and slamming his palms against the wheel.

Reaching into his bag for his phone, his hand landing on a soft velvet box. Knowing what it was immediately, throwing it back in the back seat. “Fuck!” Finally grabbing the phone. Clicking on Taeyongs number.

You had broken down the second he walked out of the house. Your heart broke. Laying slumped against the headboard of your shared bed. scrolling through your phone. getting tired of seeing all of your friends happy while you were in bed half single. you had cried for a good hour and half only to get an ass eating headache. throwing your phone on the bed somewhere. checking your bedside clock, 4:25. Burying your face in your pillow. You don't know when you fell asleep, but you were out fast.

Doyoung laid on the warn leather couch placed in the living room of the dorm. When he had moved out to live with you someone was moved into his room. Obviously, he didn't care, he barely stayed here, the only times he did was when he stayed late at the studio or like now when you guys had fights.

He stared up at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin. sighing, sitting up. "You know that we love you Doie but, fighting with her doesn't make anything better. I don't doubt what she said at that moment. this is your 2nd or 3rd fight this week?" Yuta spoke from the kitchen. Doyoung just stared at his feet.

"What was the reason this time?" Yuta asked, moving closer to the living room, a mug in his hands. "She called me during the meeting with the recording manager," Doyoung said, this caused Yuta to scoff. "May I ask what wrong, you seem on edge," Yuta questioned calmly.

sighing, "normally i would tell you to fuck off and let me deal with it myself, but I need to tell someone." standing up off the couch, "I'll be right back," walking over to Taeyongs room, grabbing his bag. walking out, back to Yuta.

Yuta finally took a seat in the love seat next to the couch. going back to his spot he was sat in. digging through his bag, Yuta sat patiently, with his mug in his hand, watching carefully. Doyoung's hand finally grabs onto the small velvet box. He ends up finding the box open and the ring on the floor of his car when he throws it.

sighing, "You can't tell anyone intel the news is out," Yuta's eyebrows furrowed together, but relaxed his face, and nodded. taking a deep breath, pulling out the box, placing it on the coffee table in front of Yuta. Yuta quickly puts down his mug and grabs the box, eyebrows shot up. opening it Yuta's eyes widen, "holy shit Doyoung!" Yuta excitedly whispers.

Doyoung's heart is beating a million miles a minute in his chest, " is it too soon? is it not pretty eno-," Yuta chuckles and puts his hand up. "Doyoung, man. It's perfect. You guys are perfect. okay?" he nods in agreement. Yuta offers him a gentle smile.

"When and how do you plan on doing it?" Yuta asked with a smile plastered on his face. Doyoung shrugged, "I was going to do it tomorrow, but I Uh can't do that now." Yuta slapped his hand to his forehead. "you're a complete idiot," Doyoung looked at him, pissed, mouth dropped open. Yuta giggled "okay dude what was your plan, like how are you doing IT?"

"Doing what?" quickly snatching up the box. Doyoung faced the last person he wanted to see right now. Haechan stared questioningly at them. Doyoung's face turned a bright shade of pink. He faced Yuta. Come on, he was an amazing liar. Why can't he help him now? He gave Yuta a wide-eyed look. 'Help me,' he mouthed to Yuta.

Yuta only nodded, "I'm helping him make up to Y/n." Yuta said plainly. Doyoung visibly relaxed. Haechan looked annoyed. "Oh, good luck with that," Haechan chirped before walking back to his room. Yuta laughed as Doyoung slouched into his spot.

"Okay where were we, oh yeh, how are you doing it?" Doyoung sighed, he had planned this out to the last detail. "Tell her to meet me at Hangang Park, at 9 pm then I'll be there. she loves sunsets and stars so it's perfect," a smile spread across Doyoung's face. then well walk along. for a little while, stop by the river, catch her off guard while she is talking about how much she loves the stares and get down on one knee. then I guess the rest is to determine." Doyoung only gave Yuta a nervous smile.

Yuta gave him one of the most comforting smiles ever. Yuta stood up, "can i have a hug?" hesitantly Doyoung agreed. " Standing up to embrace Hyung. "a door swings open as Taeyong bursts out. "You tell him and not me that you're proposing." Doyoung quickly pulls away from Yuta's embrace. "I-'' Haechan pops out of his room quickly. "HA, I knew that something was up, Y'all were acting to suspicions for a''makeup ``.'' Doyoung reddens, feeling heat all over his face and neck. Soon everyone in the dorm is filling Doyoung with questions.

"Okay, okay, yes. I'm proposing," everyone around him squeals. "I hate all of you..." a small giggle fills the room. "We love you too" johnny chirps. checking his watch, 4:30. "I'm going to go home now. I'll text the group chat later.

Parking his car in the driveway. taking a deep breath. Stepping out, locking the car, and walking to the front door. Unlocking the door, setting his stuff down and closing the door. "You got this, Doyoung" he quietly whispered to himself. opening the door to your shared bedroom. his heart melted when he saw your still figure, your face was buried in your pillow, quickly making his way to your side. gently lifting your head so that you could breathe properly.

Deciding not to change out of his clothes, only taking off his shirt. laying on his side of the bed, finally feeling at home. Staring at the back of your head. taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, finally getting some needed rest.

When he woke up, he knew that you would still be there, but he didn't expect you to be attached to his side. You were obviously asleep. eyes closed, and your arm throws around his waist. It made his heart melt. You're so pretty. He didn't want to move. Tonight, you were either going to be his future wife or reject him, and you'd never be the same. He wanted to savor these last moments. He moved a little and you stirred awake.

He loved the way you woke up. You did this cute thing where you pushed your head back with your eyes squinted. "Mhm," you opened your eyes. "When did you get home?" turning on his side. "Around 5," he caressed the side of your face. "I'm sorry about last night, angle." you looked up at him with big innocent eyes. "It happens Doie. I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it I just missed you and it felt like you... didn't" He felt a pang in chest. \

Cupping your face. kissing your nose. "I'm sorry angel, I missed you too I promise. I just was tired, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you." kissing your lips "I talked to Yuta last night and he said that I deserved it for starting two fights with you this week."

you nodded, smiling up at him. "I love you Doie," smiling his gummy smile. "I love you so much."

~an hour later~

"I have to leave baby," Doyoung called through the house. "Wait, don't leave yet," you yelled from the kitchen. After a couple seconds, you come running into his arms with a lunch box. 'Have a good day, Doie," you chirped as you placed a kiss on his lips. "Love you," you said as you pushed him out the door. He only laughed as walked to his car

He had a lot to do today, had to call the photographers, call your family to let them know he was doing it today and to not say anything to you, call the florist, call his friends because he was about to shit himself. He ended up doing most of his work at the dorms. his gaze catching on the lunch you made every now and then.

You ended up texting Yuta thanking him for talking to Doyoung. He responded right away, 'no problem' 'hope things are better <3' you had talked to him a little longer. then decided to run some errands.

Doyoung just sent you the text to meet him at the park. He's standing in the parking lot against his car. After he sent you your text, he checked in with the crew he hired. Everyone was ready, he just needed you. as he waited for you, he talked to the guys. He was so nervous he got kind of nauseous.

When he looked up from his phone he saw your car, he pocketed it. taking a deep breath. Shitting himself wasn't an option right now, he can't make you think something up. Slipping his hands into the front pocket of his sweatshirt, ring check, flowers check, you check.

Walking over to your car. you jump out of the car. "Hi babe," the smile you give him is enough to light his world. "Hi love," you walk right into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Shall we go?" he questioned. you nodded and grabbed his hand. "How was work?" you asked looking up at him. "It was fine," he said simply.

You guys mainly walked in silence, enjoying each other's presence. Finally, you made it to the river. the smile that filled your face made his heart dance. "This sunset is so beautiful." you complimented. "It really is," you looked over at him nodding. You noticed he wasn't standing next to you, but instead kneeling. Your face immediately straightened. looking around the park, there were people with cameras, and random people watching.

"Angle," you looked down at him, he reached into his sweatshirt pocket. Pulling out the ring. "Doie," you whispered. "Y/n we have been together for 6 years; you've been by my side the whole time. You've always been my one true love. no matter how many fights we have. we always find our way back to each other."

The tears pricked your eyes. Doyoung had one of your hands in his, the other covering your mouth. "You've been my light. And I can't thank you more for pulling me out of my darkest times." The tears start flowing when he says this. "This may be the most cliche thing ill in the speech, but I want to spend the rest of my life together. forever. Will you be my forever?" the tears finally pricked in his eyes too. when he looked up at you. you were crying, nodding.

"Omg yes," he stood up, taking your hand from your face, slipping the ring on your finger. you heard applause from beside you. Kissing him not caring who was watching. wrapping your arm around his neck. pulling away from the kiss to hug him, "I love you so much." cupping your face to look into your eyes. "I love you too," as you two kissed again rose petals are thrown around you. pulling away to look around you. looking over at the horizon. resting your head on his chest, "it beautiful," he leans down and kisses your head. "mhm," wrapping your arms around his waist. "I love you"

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