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malereaderpage · 2 years

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free love | kim doyoung

▶ doyoung x male reader

▶ fluff, fluff, fluff

you are in the school's library, your eyes scanning through the books on the shelves when you feel someone's arms wrap around your waist and their chin rests on your shoulder. you smile, knowing it's your boyfriend, kim doyoung. you place your hands on his and he greets you with a peck on your cheek before pulling away and turning you around.

"i missed you," he tells you. you giggle. "doyoung, it's only been a couple of hours." he pouts and your heart melts. "you look so handsome." you compliment him. he chuckles. "not as handsome as you." he responds. you place your hands on his cheeks and lean in, meeting his lips in a sweet and gentle kiss. he immediately responds and kisses you back. you pull away and take his hand in yours. "lunch?" you ask him. he nods with a smile. the two of you head to the cafeteria, hand in hand.

you and doyoung meet the rest of your friends and sit down at the table. "hey you two." yedam greets both of you. you and doyoung greet him back before eating. one of doyoung's hands rest on your thigh. you love it when he show's physically affection, especially in public. it tells others that you are his and he's proud of it and doyoung is proud that you are his, he's more than thrilled to be yours.

after lunch you have a few more classes before being able to go home. "i'll see you after school, yeah?" doyoung asks. you nod with a smile. doyoung returns the smile and pecks your nose before walking off to his class.

after school doyoung walks you home, hand in hand. "could you actually sleepover tonight? i mean i know it's week and everything..." you trail off, hoping your boyfriend will say yes. "anything for you, my prince. i'll get my parents to say yes." he replies and you squeal mentally.

"mom! i'm home, doyoung is with me!" you let your mom know. your mom responds with a 'okay.' a few seconds later. your mom and doyoung's parents know that you two are in a relationship and they are supportive of it. doyoung's parents love and adore you, your mom liking doyoung alot.

the both of you head up to your bedroom still hand in hand and doyoung groans of the sudden realization. you turn around to face him. "what's wrong?" you ask him. "we should've went to mine first. it would be better to ask my parents in person, plus we'd anyway need to go to mine to get clothes." he tells you. "ahh, you got a good point." you agree with him. "i'll go ask my mom real quick." you add. "okay." he replies with a soft smile on his face as he let's go of your hand.

the way doyoung looks at you is filled with pure adoration and admiration. everytime he looks at you all of his problems just disappears. he's always happy and calm when he's around you, so relaxed and comfortable. he always knows what to say whenever you are mad or upset, he always succeeds in cheering you up or calming you down. he can read you so easily. you feel so safe with him. you feel so comfortable and relaxed in his embrace. you can fall asleep in his hold oh so easily. he knows you so well.

and just as he knows you so well, so do you. you know exactly what to say to him when he's mad or upset. you can calm him down so easily. doyoung will do anything for you, as long as it makes you happy. he's willing to sacrifice anything for you. the two of you have been together for a while now and you two only recently started saying 'i love you to each other.' you guys don't say it alot since it's all new to you but there arw occasions where you do say it to one another.

you come back to see doyoung lieing down on your bed on his back. you approach him and lie down practically ontop of him. his one arm rests on your back, his hand squeezing your shoulder in comfort. "what did she say?" he asks you softly. "she said yes." you reply in the same tone as his. doyoung pecks your head and the two of you get up and head to his house.

fortunately, doyoung's parents also say yes and the two of you go to his bedroom to get the necessary things he'll need. after getting everything he needs the two of you head back to your house.

you two change into something more comfortable. completing your look is doyoung's hoodie. it's so soft and comfortable. doyoung loves it when you wear his clothing. "let's get some snacks and drinks then we can watch a movie or something on my laptop in my bedroom." doyoung is quick to agree and the two of you wipe the kitchen, snatching all of the snacks and drinks then head back to your bedroom.

after getting everything ready and comfortable, you can't help but film the setup, getting you and doyoung holding hands in the video and uploading the short video to your instagram story. "had to show off?" he questions you with a chuckle. you nod, proud as you place your phone down and play the movie. doyoung only giggles in response.

later that night your mom comes in and tells you two to get to bed since you guys have school the following day. fortunately for you two the movie is finished and both of you are full of the snacks and drinks.

the two of you get ready for bed and get comfortable next to one another. you are facing doyoung as his hand is resting on your waist, his other hand by your head as he plays with your locks. he softly chuckle at him. you peck his lips, "goodnight." you say. "night y/n." he says back and pecks your forehead. he pulls you closer and you fall asleep in his warm and comfortable embrace.

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00127am · 5 months

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"it's a wonder how you don't have girls falling at your feet," "i have you,"

@ notyourmalelead top of his class, hallway crush kim doyoung isn't very interested in his semester long partnership with sailor moon obsessed, popular vlogger: you. until your larger than life crush on him is revealed. then he's much more interested in proving that he's not your male lead (and subsequently wishing he was).

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jaelvr · 1 month

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You were beautiful

Home | NCT 127 masterlist |

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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mins-fins · 1 month

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SKYLINE HIGHLIGHTS

❝ look carefully, it's a shame.. ❞

in which. you are only looking to work at the titular skyline highlights for two reasons. one: the pay is exceptionally great for your position, and two: it's your shot to prove to your family that you can actually do something productive with your life, but oh you're such an idiot, because you weren't exactly sure what you were getting yourself into. if you knew this company could potentially be haunted, your bosses were weird freaks, and your coworkers were the most impulsively stupid people in the world, would you have taken this job? absolutely not. but you guess you needed some sort of thrill in your life.

𖥻 pairing nct 127 x male reader

𖥻 genre modern au, paranormal horror(?), office workers!127, also kinda ghost hunters!127, written series, fluff, comedy, some angst, also some horror, mainly unserious, based off that little agency 127 skit they did during ay-yo era 😭, romance, slow burn, pining

𖥻 warnings swearing, explicit language, sexual humor, toxic family dynamics, mentions of toxic workplace environments, mentions of death, ghosts and shit, fighting, mentions of alcohol consumption & smoking

𖥻 status slow slow updates.

𖥻 soundtrack

❝ if this moment that will pass by.. ❞

──── ⭒ INTROS reaching for the skies!! 𖦹 the rest of the clouds

──── ⭒ TABLE OF CONTENTS i. wait THATS the new guy!? ii. cubicle gossiping iii. THIS IS WHY NOBODY LIKES YOU!! iv. the girls are fighting…… v. ghosthunting is the new romantic segway more chapters tba..

𓏧 taglist open! ↳ if you'd like to be on the taglist for this fic, you can simply send me an ask or comment on this post!!

#☆ skyline highlights! 일이칠..#nct 127 #nct 127 au #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 drabbles #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 series #moon taeil #johnny suh #lee taeyong #nakamoto yuta #kim doyoung #jeong jaehyun #kim jungwoo #mark lee #lee donghyuck #nct 127 x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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dobbysposts · 2 years

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kim doyoung x male reader

[4:00pm]

it's been a long day for you and your boyfriend doyoung. you've been at the beach since 10:00am. you're watching the sunset with him as your head is resting on his chest. "thanks for today," you thank him. he smiles but you don't see it since you're watching the sunset. "anything for my prince." you absolutely love it when he calls you any pet name but prince. it always affects you the most. in a good way.

you both feel so comfortable and it's quite romantic. everyone else has gone home by now. you and doyoung is the only people left on the beach. but it's interrupted by doyoung's phone ringing. he takes his phone out of his pocket and sighs when he sees the caller id. he answers nonetheless. "yes we'll be home soon don't worry. mhm. okay, bye," he ends the call and places his phone back in his pocket and smiles at you. "let's go back to the dorms."

"can we cuddle and watch movies on your laptop?" you ask doyoung. you and doyoung have reached the elevator and is now in it. he's holding your hand. he looks at you and nods. out of excitement you peck his lips which leaves him dumbstruck. you kind of panic when he just stands there, eyes wide. you two have only been dating for a week. "oh i'm sorry—" you're cut off by doyoung pressing his lips against yours. you melt into the soft kiss and wrap your arms around his neck as his one hand is on your cheek and the other securely wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. you want to jump up and down, scream, squeal, run a marathon. he breaks the kiss and rubs his nose against yours which makes you break into a fit of giggles, doyoung giggling seconds later.

you and doyoung share a room just like the rest of the members do. you and doyoung change into something more comfortable. you change into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, doyoung has shorts on and a shirt under his hoodie. you both get comfortable on the bed and start to watch movies on doyoung's laptop. you're on your stomach and your head is resting on his chest while one of your arms is on his stomach. his one arm is resting on your back while the other is lazily playing with your soft locks. at this point both of you aren't paying attention to the movie anymore. your eyes are closed but you aren't fully asleep and doyoung is focused on playing with your hair.

"y/n are you awake?" you hum in response. "want to go to sleep?" you hum again which makes him chuckle softly. you and doyoung sits up, doyoung shuts the laptop off and then you both lie back down again. this time both of you are on your sides facing each other. he snakes his arm around your waist securely and pulls you closer, your head snuggles in the crook of his neck as his chin is right above your head. you both fall asleep with smiles on your faces.

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127luvr · 1 year

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Can i request a Doyoung x male reader where Doyoung is having a hard time singing before but then when he met y/n, it got a easier since he would just imagine singing to him.

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Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

Doyoung is not a spiritual person.

He would consider himself to have most—if not all—of his beliefs to be proven scientifically true or possible. He’s sure he’s not the only one in the group, but everyone believes in something.

He tries to keep his skepticism to a minimum when Haechan talks about how him and Mark were destined to be. How soulmates must be real since they were the prime example. But he could never wrap his head around how two people could be destined for each other. How they could get through anything and meet regardless of how they got to each other. He could never have a mindset like that.

Until he met you.

The weeks leading up to your accidental bump in, Doyoung was stressed. He felt underwhelmed with his singing—as if he weren’t being challenged enough. But there he was, in the studio day in and day out as they recorded a repackage for their album before going out to tour. He just didn’t feel the passion anymore. There were no nerves that settled in his stomach as he waited for his turn to sing. No rush that coursed through his veins when he heard how the harmonies finally lined up together after singing the same line in different registers.

It’s late one night when he’s rushing down the empty hallways of SM—sporting a black baseball cap with a mask that’s under his nose. He wants nothing more than to leave the building—done with all of the music that’s put in front of him by higher ups. There’s a crash when he rounds the corner, his baseball hat coming off as he knocks the sheet music out of your arms. It’s cartoonish—really—the way that you fall onto the ground with an umph and papers flying all around you. You look up at the culprit, shielding your (e/c) eyes from the harsh lighting above.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry, let me help you up.” Doyoung’s voice is like music to you, his slim fingers causing electricity to run down your spine as he helps you up. He gathers the music for you, bowing his head apologetically as he holds it out for you to take. You look at him for a second, frozen to the spot. Surely he felt what you did. “I’m Doyoung.” His eyes scan you from bottom to top, a smile making its way towards his eyes as he sees your (f/c) plaid pajama pants paired with slippers. When he finally makes eye contact you, he’s stunned, lips parting as he almost lets go of the paper in his hands.

“I’m (Y/n).”

Doyoung feels silly. Mostly for letting his mind wander. For merely considering the idea that you could have been sent to him for a reason. The past few weeks of getting to know each other were some of the best weeks of Doyoung’s life. He feels inspired—a lot more carefree than he used to be.

You notice how as time goes by he is more willing to sing around you. Even quiet humming as he stands in line next to you—you can tell he’s grown more comfortable with you hearing his voice. But Doyoung is not known for being shy. He is confident in his voice regardless of his condition—he knows he will always deliver. He can’t quite put his finger on why he is so nervous around you but he feels the thrill of singing again. Of having someone watch your every move as you sing your heart out to whatever song.

Eventually the two of you get close enough to share music with each other. Some that he’s composed just days after meeting you—a lot of it alluding to you.

“(Y/n). Your love for music is so contagious, you know? You’re like a happy virus whenever you go, I wish we could keep your music just for ourselves—for memory sake. But I know this will be bigger than us.” Your studio is small—almost too small that it’s suffocating you as Doyoung suddenly confesses to you, his eyes wide as he has his sweaty hands on the coffee table in front of him. “You make it easier for me. You make me feel so at ease that I picture you in every audience I’m in front of just so I know I’m singing my best. You make me want to show of what I can do—because I always want to impress you. Every time I close my eyes, I see your own (e/c) ones looking at me, I can never describe what the feeling is behind them but it makes me perform to my best abilities, (Y/n).”

The sincerity in his voice tugs at your heart. Knowing that you could be of help to Doyoung—the biggest star you know is more than enough to keep you going. “Admiration, Doyoung. How I look at you—I mean. It will always be admiration and disbelief.”

So maybe this is where Doyoung finally learns that sometimes people are just meant to be. That the two of you came together when the universe finally believed it was time. How you were destined to be the moment you both laid eyes on each other—instantly becoming each other’s muses and igniting the love for music that was buried in the depths of your mind—and heart.

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yutaabyss · 2 years

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a taste for the arts: intro

characters: jaehyun x female!reader, doyoung x female!reader

genre: angst, smut in future chapters, somewhat comedic

Warnings: age gap, mentions of sexual relations

author’s note: plss let me know if i should carry this story on. And be sure to send any ideas or requests for what you’d like to see in this!! I’m thinking about making this interactive if enough people are interested!

Jung Jaehyun and Kim Doyoung were literally the most attractive men on this entire planet. Maybe that’s why you found yourself always staring (respectfully of course) at the two of them as you passed by them, headed to your classes on the other side of campus. What had started as you casually walking the same path on campus every day was now you purposefully walking the same path as these two men. See, Jung Jaehyun and Kim Doyoung were not some random male students on campus, no, they were professors. They always walked together on the way to their classes and ate lunch together every day. Now, Professor Jung was a professor of experimental painting and Professor Kim was a professor of advanced sculpture, you, however, were no art major but once you had spotted both professors on your walk to the writing center, you decided you needed to become one.

“Miss Y/N, I’m not saying you can’t do it, I’m just confused about why you have a sudden interest in taking a sculpting class. I mean, have you ever done sculpture?” you sat in your academic advisor's office. “Well… no, but I started taking painting and I’m pretty good at that! I just want to broaden my horizons.” you tried to sound convincing. “I think sculpture is a bit more difficult than painting Y/N,” he was not budging. “But Professor Lee, I really want to do it.” he huffed out a breath, “Before we make any final decision on this matter I want to set a meeting up for you and Professor Kim. He’s the head of the sculpting department and teaches advanced sculpture…” Professor Lee had no clue that you already knew everything about Professor Kim, let alone that he was the reason you wanted to start taking classes. You’d already secured a spot in Professor Jung’s painting class, all that was left was to start sculpting, and eventually, you’d be in Professor Kim’s. God, you could already imagine it, just staring at his perfect collarbones that peaked out of his white dress shirt. His hair resting softly in front of his eyes, glasses on as he taught whatever the fuck you teach in a college sculpture course. “Okay?” Professor Lee’s voice snapped you back in. “Yeah,” you had absolutely no idea what all he said. “He’ll email you for your availability soon, have a good day Miss Y/N.” Wait, what? You totally spaced the fuck out once he mentioned Professor Kim and now your heart was racing realizing you have to have a meeting…alone… with him. Ummm, okay pull yourself together, you whispered to yourself as you walked out of Professor Lee’s office. Walking to the front exit of the building, you walked straight into someone, too far gone in your own thoughts to even notice you were literally walking into them. “Oh, I’m so sorry-” you were met with Professor Jung’s dimpled smile. “Ahhh, Miss Y/N, you should be more careful,” his deep laugh sounded in your ears. You felt heat rise to your face and arousal rush to your core. “I’m kidding,” he smiled gently as you stood there speechless. “I- I mean-” why was your brain not working now of all times. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow Miss Y/N,” he continued to wherever he was going. Fuck me, you pushed out the doors, greeted by the sun shining on your burning face. Of all fucking times Y/N, seriously you lectured yourself internally. Why the fuck did he look at you like that? Like he’s never looked at anyone like that…right? Buzz your phone vibrated in your jean pocket. You pulled it out, swiping down the new notification, an email from Professor Kim… damn that was fast.

from: [email protected]

to: y/n/y/l/[email protected]

Miss Y/L/N,

I have been notified by your academic advisor, Professor Lee Taeyong, of your interest in sculpture. Please send me your availability for tomorrow.

Best,

Kim Doyoung

Prof. of Advanced Sculpture, Head Chair of Sculpting Depart.

“Y/N,” you nearly jumped out of your own body, your friends Renjun and Chenle approaching you suddenly. “Jesus, could you guys maybe not scare the actual shit out of me? Hm?” Renjun only laughed at you, Chenle more interested in what you were looking at so intensely on your phone. His hands snatched your phone away, “Hey, big head!” you tried to grab it back. “Since when are you interested in sculpture,” he laughed a little as he read the email. “Umm, for a while-” “Liar,” Renjun cut in, dragging you along with him as the two boys started walking. “Chenle, didn’t you know? Little Y/N is in love with Professor Kim, that’s why she wants in the sculpting department so bad,” Chenle”s eyes widened in amusement. “Aww, does our baby have a crush on her teacher?” he pinched your cheek. “Both of you shut your mouths right now,” you groaned, grabbing your phone from his hand and smacking his other away from your face. “Why? Scared he’ll hear us from here?” Renjun joined in on the teasing. “Literally fuck both of you, I will actually kill you both.” “Oh, I’m so scared,” Chenle’s loud laugh echoed out. “Notice how she didn’t deny any of it?” you were two seconds from strangling Chenle for being so fucking loud. “It’s okay Y/N, I won’t tell Professor Jung you’re pining after his best friend,” if Renjun didn’t shut the fuck up. “Oh my gosh, that’s why you started painting,” Chenle gasped, finally connecting the dots to why you suddenly took interest in art classes. “God, why does it even matter to you?” you threw your head back in annoyance. “Because it’s funny watching you fall into their trap,” Renjun booped your nose. You stopped dead in your tracks, causing Renjun to jolt backward with you, “what do you mean little trap?” “Aww, honey, did you think you were the only one desperate for them?” “Renjun, just explain what fucking trap you are talking about,” you begged. “You really don’t know?” he looked at you surprised. “Renjun, she’s a freshman, of course she doesn’t.” Chenle said, completely unbothered by the fact you could be falling into some weird trap set up by two professors. “Professor Jung and Professor Kim are famous for fucking desperate freshmen girls, and it looks like you might become their next target,” Renjun explained nonchalantly. “Pfft, whatever, like I’d believe that bullshit,” you rolled your eyes, but deep down you felt a little on edge, and a little aroused. “He’s not lying Y/N,” Chenle joined in again. “Why would I even believe that? And who said I was desperate in the first place, can’t I just enjoy the arts and take a new path in life?” none of what you said sounding an ounce convincing. “First, we are literally juniors, so we know a thing or two on campus. Second, you are such a bad liar it fucking pains me babe,” Renjun grabbed his chest dramatically to emphasize his statement. “Yeah, you’re two juniors hanging out with a freshman, so credible.” “Hey, you should be glad you have us,” Chenle responded. “Whatever, I highly doubt Professor Jung and Professor Kim are fucking random freshmen girls,” you continued walking with the two boys. “Guess you’ll find out yourself,” Renjun shrugged.

After eating lunch with Chenle and Renjun you headed back to your dorm room, completely exhausted from today’s work. You threw yourself onto your bed before getting your phone out to reply to Professor Kim’s email.

from: y/n/y/l/[email protected]

to: [email protected]

Professor Kim, thank you for contacting me so soon. I’m available tomorrow at 2:00 pm if that works for you.

Thank you,

Y/N Y/L/N

Your heart raced a little in your chest as you waited for a response. Tomorrow, you could really be sitting in his office, alone… your thoughts quickly turned to what Renjun and Chenle had told you earlier. If Professor Jung and Professor Kim were really fucking students on campus, does that mean they would actually fuck you too? You smiled to yourself, you might just be in for the best dick of your life.

#nct #nct dream #nct 127 #wayv #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #nct angst #nct 127 angst #wayv angst #jung jaehyun #kim doyoung #nct jaehyun #nct doyoung #jaehyun #doyoung #a taste for the arts #intro

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jiyeonnnn · 2 years

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[2:23 AM] — SKIRT

PAIRING: kim doyoung x male reader

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: pwp, crossdressing, slight degradation, praising, cockwarming, riding

AUTHOR’S NOTES: i wrote this while reviewing for my exams— so yeah

the last thing you knew before any of these things happened is that you were just simply dared to wear a skirt, but here you are tonight, bouncing on doyoung's cock as he mutters sweet yet dirty things to you.

you weren't expecting this at all, as things quickly escalated from him confessing to you within the same night to later providing you with the pleasure you've both been desiring for a long time.

"i see that my cute dongsaeng is a whore," doyoung said while laying on his back. he nastily watched you as you easily slided your ass down his cock, whimpering through your moans.

"i'm- ah- mmmh~ doyoungie's little whore," shamelessly, you replied. you continued to pounce yourself on his manhood, enjoying the feeling of his dick punching your prostate.

"you're so big, hyung~ yah~!," you moaned, praising his monstrous member that's giving you the addicting feeling of euphoria.

"you really love my dick, don't you? fuck—" doyoung softly muttered in between his moans, "watching you bounce on that skirt ah~ really makes me want to ruin you more~," he added, aroused from the figure of you fucking yourself on him while on a short skirt.

coming in close to your release, you connected your lips with doyoung's and initiated a heated make out session. you both ate each others' faces; tongues swirling with each other; teeth clashing; and your saliva mixing, as the tension within his room grew heavier.

strings of saliva were dripping from both of your mouths, which makes the both of you even more turned on. doyoung's look in the moment was really turning you on; his face hot and bothered; his figure wet from sweat and his bruised lips.

he drew you closer to your climax as he slapped your ass cheek to go faster, and as you did, doyoung's breathing started to get ragged.

"fuck~ ah~ you're so handsome for me, baby. diligently bouncing on his hyung's cock mmmh~ such a good boy you are~," doyoung mewled.

after a few more pounce, you finally came, breathy moans coming out of your mouth as you continued to milk doyoung — as per his orders — despite finishing your release.

"keep doing that, my boy~ ah~ so fucking good—" he stated, his words starting to get incoherent while he comes in close to coming within you.

feeling the twitch of his shaft inside you, you squeezed it through clamping your hole around his cock, and on cue, doyoung moaned ever so loudly, while he painted your walls white with his cum.

panting, you both shared a passionate kiss as you tried to calm your breathings down.

doyoung was about to pull out when you gripped on his biceps tightly, "don't pull out please," you sluggishly begged, "i want you inside me when we sleep," you added, suggesting a cockwarming session while you both rest.

sighing, doyoung did nothing but comply with your request.

and that night, the two of you happily slept, as you both dreamed of each other, looking forward to a happy and lasting relationship in the future.

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jaeyong-sucker · 3 years

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DOYOUNG • ANGRY SEX

⚠️WARNING⚠️

Read at your own risk.

ANGRY SEX

It's having ravenous, unbridled sex when you and your partner are frustrated and enraged.

♡♡♡

Doyoung is cute.

He gets cuter when he gets angry.

But at his angry state while sucking your cock like he is in a mad competition is absolutely the cutest. You doubt if your roommate is so innocent, given his face, as he glares at you while sucking your cock, not caring if he nastily gagged as he bobs his head and takes all of your large cock while maintaining an innocent look that you wanted to corrupt.

The way he ended up sucking you is just one of your typical roommate fights. He never gets a break from all your teasing both in words and in bed and you decided to play on him again to see how he reacts at his breaking point.

Doyoung stepped out of the shower naked and dripping, since he couldn't find any of his underwear, which you hid while he was taking a bath. Being the brat you are, you challenged Doyoung for a fuck and he'll be able to get back his underwear when he is able to satisfy you. To your surprise, he immediately agreed out of anger and pinned you down the bed after aggressively yanking your pants.

To say you are satisfied is such an understatement. The way his tongue dances against the underside of your cock to the way he pulls out to kiss your sensitive slit just sends waves of arousal to your whole body. You can't just back out from Doyoung even though you wanted to moan his name repetitively. Noticing you getting more sensitive, Doyoung sat up and inserted your length inside his hole making the both of you make vulgar noises as he clenched his ass.

You are about to take a breath after what he has done, when he began bouncing on your cock like a pro. You choke on your low grunts and moans as he glares daggers at you while bouncing rapidly. Somehow, he never loses his cute, innocent look while riding your cock like a whore.

Doyoung pinches your nipples and he knows how sensitive you become when he attacks those little buds. You instantly turn submissive, completely forgetting about the challenge you both are up to, when he wraps his hand around your neck, making your breathing a little harder. He surely got the upper hand of the game when your loud moans of approval filled the room.

Your mind is clouded by how Doyoung clenches around you. He knew you like him being tight when he gets penetrated. He wraps one hand over your neck and pinned your hands above your head with the other. You never felt humiliated in your life, especially in bed by Doyoung. Usually, he is the submissive one. The one who is always crying underneath you, and begging either to stop or continue ruining him. You found delight in his tears. They just show how much of a dominant top you are to him.

But now here you are, helpless under Doyoung's power. A moaning, sweaty mess under Doyoung who bounces on you like a bunny in heat. His face showed no signs of pleasure. Instead, he looks at you coldly, while aggressively bouncing on you while strengthening his grips on your neck and wrists.

Surprisingly, after minutes of torturing you, he cums on your stomach and chest. His eyes now screwed shut while his mouth hung low, releasing loud, vulgar curses. Doyoung continued bouncing, his hands now gripping the mattress as he chases his second orgasm. As he approaches his high, you feel your cock twitch inside Doyoung due to sensitivity. You tightly closed your eyes and moaned for Doyoung to keep riding you and that's when the bouncing disappeared.

Doyoung is now in his briefs and is heading towards the door after giving you enough torture. He yelped when you roughly pulled him and pinned him on the floor, his face now about three inches away from yours.

"You made me angry, shitty bunny."

♡♡♡

Day 7 of Kinktober! I instantly thought of angry sex when it was Doyoung's turn to be written for. Since there's a saying "bunnies in heat" and Doyoung is the bunny of NCT, I felt like I had my work cut out for me. That's it for today and see you tomorrow! LOVE LOVE LOVE.

- jaeyong_sucker ^~^

#nct #smut #nct 127 #nct x male reader #male reader #kinktober 2021 #nct 127 x male reader #nct imagines #nct smut #nct doyoung #doyoung x male reader #doyoung #kim doyoung #kim doyoung x reader #angry sex

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kiri-ah · 3 years

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Belle k.dy

Please listen to the song “Belle” by Jack Johnson while you read! This whole thing is inspired by that song. Also please note that the reader does not speak French in this fic. Sorry if you actually speak French. Thank you!

TW// Drinking a cappuccino (?)

The wind brushes gently through your hair as you sit in front of the café. The faded blue paint of the walls are cheery next to you where you sit out front, and the potted plant on your table is lively due to the warmth of the late spring. It’s nearly May, and the coffee you sip borders on too warm for the weather. The cappuccino you ordered slides across your tongue, warm and familiar, milk soft against the inside of your mouth and coffee strong as it mingles with your taste buds.

The table behind you is occupied by four middle aged women who talk in rapidfire French. It’s a little loud, but you manage to tune them out after a while. You focus on the sun against your clothes and the smells of coffee and fresh bread that seem to surround the little cafe. As you take another sip of your coffee, a man walks in the door behind you and sends another waft of delicious scent your way. He seems slightly harried as he walks behind you.

The same man walks out again a few minutes later, cradling a cup of steaming coffee in his hands. He taps you on the shoulder and you turn around, appraising his features fully. Fluffy black hair falls over thin, round eyes, and your gaze continues down to full lips with a sharp cupid’s bow and a round chin. He has on a black sweatshirt and skinny light wash jeans.

“Excusez-moi,” he says.

You quickly wrack your brains for the proper answer and reply, “Je suis désolé, je ne comprends pas le français.”

He switches easily into English, surprising you. “Ah, of course. Do you speak English?” At your nod, he continues, “All of the tables inside are full. Would it be okay for me to sit here across from you?”

You’re only taking up one quarter of the seats at the table, and there’s nobody else coming to see you, so you nod. “That’s fine.”

As he pulls out the chair across from you, you take another sip of your coffee. He sets his cup on the wicker table and holds out a hand for you to shake. “I’m Doyoung Kim,” he tells you. “Nice to meet you.”

You shake his hand. “Y/N. What brings you out here this morning?”

“Uh…” He runs his fingers through his hair again, fluffing it in his apparent agitation. “Well, um, my hotel is right over there, and I saw you here every morning this week, and you’re-” He’s cut off by his own deep breath. “You’re really good looking. And I was wondering if you, like, wanted to grab coffee sometime or something.”

You smile at him. “Well I do think it’s a little creepy that you were spying on me, but sure. Consider this grabbing coffee.”

A/N: Hi I know this is cringe but I love this song so much and it just.... fits. So yeah. I hope you liked it.

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kpopmalereader · 3 years

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ending ; kim doyoung, lee donghyuck

• summary: you’re a member of 127 and are known for being extremely affectionate and touchy but you’re especially more affectionate with doyoung and haechan • pairing: kim doyoung x male!reader x lee donghyuck • word count: 1671 • to do

You breathe in and out, shoulders heaving up and down. You sigh and smile at the camera. The lights shine on your face, and the crowd screams. You laugh and wave with Donghyuck next to you, reaching over to mess up your hair. You gasp and push at him as the camera turns off.

You run after Donghyuck off the stage, jumping on his back as soon as he’s close enough. You latch on to him and shake him around. “I was trying to do my ending-fairy!”

“I made it better.” He loops his arms under your legs. He jumps around and moves over to a couch, dropping you on your back.

You yell as you fall, flailing your arms and legs. Haechan laughs louder than ever, falling on top of you. You giggle and hold on to him, smile never ending.

Haechan leans back on you as the rest of Dream walks in. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, hands laying against his chest. He grabs a tissue off of a table and begins to wipe your sweat off. You close your eyes and let him do it, not opening them until the door opens again.

You open your eyes to see Taeyong and Doyoung in the doorway. Taeyong begins to compliment everyone’s performance, and you push Donghyuck over. You jump over him and walk up to Taeyong, pointing at the boy behind you.

“Donghyuck got in my ending shot. It was supposed to be my ending shot, and you should get on to him for it.” You nod your head and move past him, standing in front of Doyoung.

You smile brightly up at Doyoung. He looks down at you for a second.

“Did you see our performance?” Your eyes are wide, full of ambition and anticipation for his thoughts. “What did you think of it?”

“You were great.” He pats your head, nose scrunching at how sweaty you are. “Do you think you have anything to improve on?”

You answer without hesitation. “Stability.”

He nods. “Then that’s what we’ll work on next.”

You lean closer to him, whispering your question. “Can I hug you, or do you want me to take a shower first?”

“Shower first.” He squeezes your cheeks. “And not in front of everyone else. They can’t know you’re my favorite.”

You laugh as he winks at you, exaggeratingly nodding your head. “Right!”

He laughs as you walk away. You push Donghyuck’s shoulder on the way. “Can I take a shower before you?”

Donghyuck leans back on the couch and nods. “As long as you don’t use all of the hot water.”

“No promises!” You call back, running ahead of everyone else to the bathroom.

You hold your hand against your throat, humming the notes to the newest song. You bob your head along to the moves, moving as much as you can in the small section assigned to you. Doyoung walks to stand beside you. He waits for a second before he lightly pulls you to step backwards and moves in front of you.

You continue to hum along with the song and close your eyes. Doyoung reaches forward and fixes the front strand of your hair. He waits for you to go through the music one more time and moves your hands away.

“I’m nervous.” You mumble. “I’m nervous.”

“Some nerves are good.” He nods his head. “What did we practice?”

“Change nerves to excitement. If it gets too overwhelming, look for one of us, we’ll cheer you on.”

You nod your head along with his words, but he can see how substantial your anxiety still is. You rub your hands together and breathe deeply.

“Can you stay here until you have to go to your mark?”

“I’ll be right here.”

You and Doyoung stay standing in front of each other, talking about the performance and your worry. Doyoung looks to his left, seeing a staff member walking closer with a camera in hand. He pats your shoulder and points them out to you. You look at him with wide eyes for a second before putting an easy expression on and turning towards the camera.

The staff member walks closer, looking at the camera screen. Doyoung reaches down to bump his fingers against yours. You smile at the camera and wait for the staff member to ask a question.

“Are you ready for your first performance with 127?”

You tilt your head and nod. “Yeah! I’m nervous, but I’m also really excited. It’s kind of difficult to differentiate the two. I want to make everyone proud and show a different side of performing that I haven’t been able to before. I hope everyone likes it.”

The staff nods their head. “Is Doyoung helping with your anxiety?”

“Yes! He’s an excellent performer and a very nice vocalist. I think I have a lot to learn from him. As well as the others.” You look up at Doyoung and giggle. “He likes to pretend he doesn’t care, but he cares a lot, and I really appreciate it.”

Doyoung pushes you lightly. You smile at him and hold his arm, listening to the different questions the staff member asks. You don’t realize, but fans who watch the clip later do, that you slowly get closer and closer to Doyoung, putting your chin on his shoulder. You answer your questions like usual, but your body is hidden by Doyoung’s. Donghyuck joins you two after a while and notices you cuddling up to Doyoung. He doesn’t say anything, as you seem pretty comfortable with the touch, and he doesn’t want to mess it up, but he does walk over to you, pulling at your hand lightly. You hold his hand and don’t move away, continuing to help answer the questions.

“Places” is called soon after Donghyuck joins, and all three of you wave to the staff as they walk away. You squeeze Donghyuck’s hand and move away from the two, breathing in and out deeply to calm yourself. Donghyuck smiles and waves before going to his place, and Doyoung pats your shoulder.

“You’re going to do great.” He nods his head and moves to his own place, keeping an eye on you as he walks away.

127 sits in front of a camera, Jaehyun, Johnny, and Yuta in the very front, leading the charge in conversation. They read out comments and ask questions to the rest of the group and fans watching. Everyone else sits around and do their own things, joining in talking to the live now and then, but most are just hanging out. You sit next to Taeyong, leaning into him to watch the game he plays on his phone. You react wildly to everything that happens with him, crashing into Taeyong and Yuta on the other side. They laugh with your movements, knowing you’re only doing it as entertainment for fans and to get closer to them in a more lighthearted way.

Yuta smiles and pats your shoulder, pushing you down in your seat. You giggle and try to calm yourself. You breathe in and pretend to meditate for a second. You look around, spotting Donghyuck next to Mark. You pat Taeyong’s leg and point over to them. He nods his head, and you jump up, crawling behind everyone. You pop up next to Donghyuck, whisper-asking to sit next to him. He lifts his arm and lets you hurry in, resting his arm when you settle in close to him. You lean against his chest, laying your head back. He pats your chest lightly, leaning in to talk to you.

Fans can see you smile brightly and talk to him in a hushed but visibly excited voice. You all but climb on his lap as you speak. Donghyuck lifts your leg, laying it across his in the name of getting more comfortable, and glares at Mark jokingly when he places his hand on your ankle.

You seem to notice Doyoung in front of Mark and reach over with your leg, nudging him with your foot. He doesn’t look at you, and you push him harder. He finally glances at you. You smile brightly, waving at him. He rolls his eyes and reaches back, letting you grab his hand for a second. He shakes his head and goes back to interacting with fans with an even wider smile on his face.

Another hour of the live passes. Doyoung begins to notice your name appearing in the chat more often. He turns around to check in on you and Donghyuck. He sees Donghyuck and Mark talking to each other, and your head slumped forward. You’ve shifted to lay on Donghyuck, head resting again on his shoulder. One of your hands is wrapped to hold the back of his neck, and the other rests on your legs. Your fingers twitch and move, and your eyes flutter ever-so-slightly.

Doyoung watches the clock for a few seconds before he stands up. He takes the step up to you and Donghyuck. He brushes your hair back and leans down to Donghyuck.

“I’m going to take him, he needs the sleep, and I don’t want someone to be loud and wake him up.”

Donghyuck pats your shoulder and slowly moves your arm. You mumble something and shake your head, attempting to dissolve further into Donghyuck’s chest. Doyoung smiles and reaches down. He pushes one of his arms under your knees and uses the other to wrap your arm around his shoulder loosely. He picks you up slowly and winces when your head knocks against his chest harder than he likes.

He moves you to one of the recording studios, laying you down on the couch. You open your eyes for a second before they fall closed again. Your hand falls to hold his, and you smile.

He raises an eyebrow and leans closer, grabbing a blanket from behind the couch. “What are you smiling at?”

“Everyone knows your affectionate side now.” You yawn and squeeze his hand, falling back asleep.

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honey-subs · 4 years

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idol!reader au, teaching doyoung reader's cb dance which is known for it's sexy moves (hands on practice), the reader is guiding him, their chest against doyoung's back, carefully directing his moves. "one, two, three, four, aaaand bodyroll here, bum bum pam!" feeling the other do a bodyroll on his ass made him give a soft whimper, which went unheard. Doyoung blushing, n/n realising what happened and helping doyoung [🍺] ik this is quite popular idea but lemme have this 😔😔

[11:49 AM] - Kim Doyoung

“now shoo! if i don’t see the both of you come out of here holding hands, i’m suing.” taeyong says as he pushes doyoung towards the dance studio. “it was a mistake to tell you about my crush, hyung.” doyoung deadpans, and taeyong just rolls his eyes. “y/n has a crush on you too, i’m sure of it. seeing the both of you endlessly flirt hurts my eyes.” he mutters.

before doyoung can say anything else, taeyong is pushing him into the studio quickly and closing the door. your head snaps up to see the source of who came in, and you’re met with doyoung looking at you nervously.

“hey, doyoung! what can i do for you?” you ask, setting your phone down and standing up to greet the male with a hug. he tenses a bit when you wrap your arms around him, but still hugged you back.

“hey y/n hyung!” he says with a small smile. “i wanted to learn the moves to your new song...? i just loved your comeback!” he gushed, playing it off when his ears reddened.

“thank you, i’ll be glad to help you learn!” you tell him. you go back to your phone to play the music of your new song, and soon, it filled the studio.

the sound was sensual, and very mature so you were surprised when he wanted to learn, but you were glad to help nonetheless.

you waited until it got to the chorus part where the bulk of the dance was, and pulled doyoung towards the mirror. he stood on the x and you stood behind him.

you were taller than him, and your fingertips were dancing along his arms. “ready?” you murmur. “mhm.” he nods.

the chorus buildup came, and you began to lead him through the movements. it was clear that he knew the dance a bit because he was moving fluidly with you.

“annnnnd here-“ you mutter, leading him through a body roll. his cheeks were red through the entire time you were holding him, but you never commented on it. it seemed when you did the body roll, his cheeks reddened even more, and a whimper came from his mouth.

you looked into the mirror as you were still holding him and guiding him, looking directly at him. he diverted his eyes down to the ground when he noticed. you didn’t have time to think about it though, because you were still leading him through the moves. a body roll came up once again, and you grinded yourself against his ass once again. this time, his eyes closed and he moaned.

he immediately slapped a hand over his mouth and pulled away from you. “i am so sorry, y/n hyung!” he apologizes, bowing to you. apologies are falling from his mouth like water from a broken dam.

he’s still apologizing even when your hands are on his face, but he finally shuts up when he feels your lips on his. he visibly relaxes, and his hands come up to rest on your wrists as he kisses back.

“you don’t have to apologize.” you mumble against his lips once you pull away. he smiles and the blush on his cheeks is obvious.

“may i help you with that?” you ask. and he’s about to ask what you mean but stops and whimpers when he feels your knee push against the bulge in his pants. “oh.” he mutters.

“we still have time in here before the others wonder where we are, that’s enough time for me to help you out.” you mutter with a smirk on your face. you turn him around so that he’s facing the mirror, but this time you use the remote to turn the music down low.

he’s gaps when he feels your hands on him again, this time trailing lower and lower while you’re kissing his neck. this was going to be fun.

#dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!kpop #kpop smut #smut #sub!nct #nct 127 smut #sub!doyoung #sub!kim doyoung #nct x reader #nct x male reader #doyoung smut #nct imagines #nct drabbles #doyoung imagines #doyoung drabbles #doyoung x male reader

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00127am · 4 months

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CHAPTER SIX : on the dark side of the (sailor) moon

@ notyourmalelead top of his class, hallway crush kim doyoung isn't very interested in his semester long partnership with sailor moon obsessed, popular vlogger ln yn. until your larger than life crush on him is revealed. then he's much more interested in proving that he's not your male lead (and subsequently wishing he was).

taglist. @haechansbbg @evilsailorsenshi @firstdonutllamafarm @90s-belladonna thank for you for supporting not your male lead! ♥︎

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kpopcotton · 4 years

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Simply Soft ~ NCT 127 ver.

a/n ~ here is the final version of simply soft.. i hope you like it!!

• Prompt: johnny. just johnny. • Genre: platonic fluff, bullet point scenario, nct member!reader • Warning(s): strong desire to be a part of nct • Reader Gender: gender-neutral

==≎==

Taeil

ok google, what does soft mean?

never have you seen taeil so whipped for someone

always supporting you and looking at you with the biggest heart eyes

haechan pretends to get jealous and petty whenever taeil shows you more attention than him

you have competitions sometimes

but besides that,

you show taeil so much love and he has so much to give in return

he’s not the best at expressing his love, but you know he cares through the little things

like when he cleans up after you

or gives you firm hugs that last tens of minutes at a time when you aren’t feeling the best

or lets you rest in his bed if you fall asleep during the haechan movie nights you crash

he finds you so precious and never wants to see you sad

his favorite time to hang out with you is right after the two of you get home from a busy day

doesn’t matter what you both did, he’ll make sure to find you at the dorms

most of the time he just gives you the look which means he’s picked out some snacks and is ready when you are

to him, there is nothing better than taking a shower and then inviting you to put on face masks and dance to music

lets you pick the playlist

but, he’s very picky about what kind of music it is

either gives you one of his hoodies or steals one of yours

you both get comfy clothes on

and then apply skincare before picking a face mask and putting them on each other

lots of cute selfies that will never be shared but always treasured

in conclusion, taeil loves relaxing with you

“oh! oh, this is the song! quick, come dance!”

==≎==

Johnny

are you ready for another...

johnny’s communication center?

probably not

you’ve only gotten to appear in one of johnny’s youtube videos which was like a 40-second debut

rip y/n

however, contrary to popular belief, you do spend time with him

he’s like the best big brother in the world, even if he’s younger than you

brings you to clothing stores, coffee shops, bookstores, ikea

any place you can buy things really

his favorite places to go with you are clothing stores

forces you to try on clothes that are in his style just to see how they look on you

whines when you try to get him to wear your style of clothing

says your fashion sense is terrible and sad

but wears the clothes anyway to see your reaction

loves seeing you smile

sometimes you go through johnny’s fashion evaluation

either horrendous combinations or luxury styles

there is no in-between

in the case of horrendous combinations (which happened at a thrift store in chicago):

he had you put on a sparkly rainbow bikini top that left little to the imagination, khakis, a lumberjack flannel around your neck, a bandana around your head, sunglasses that had to be at the tip of your nose, and thigh-high, high heeled boots

you had never felt more out of place and uncomfortable in your life

but johnny loved it every second of it

you made sure to get him back though

you gave him a neon blue lacy bralette, a puke green and brown sweater that you forced him to tie into a crop top, jean shorts that were too short with leggings underneath, knee-high socks with laces pulled over the leggings, and strappy sandals

he pretended to model the outfit for you confidently but his bright red neck and cheeks gave it away that he was embarrassed

in the case of luxury items (which was in some uptown, expensive store in japan):

johnny somehow managed to pick out an outfit that accentuated all of your best features with a color that made you feel confident and sexy

you felt you had never looked better

you returned the favor of course and gave him a suit that was definitely a perfect fit and it was obviously red because when does johnny not look good in red

“damn, y/n, look at us! we are the visuals of nct no doubt!”

==≎==

Taeyong

duality.

never have you seen a more confusing duo in kpop history

aeygo to the maxxxx

charisma to that maxxxx

it’s like a metronome how fast you two change when you’re together

the power.

neither soft stans nor hard stans can handle it

the twitter timeline is a dangerous place

fans could be cooing at you both and having heart pains while commenting about how babie you two are

but then die because the next picture is you in all black with a harness doing a questionably 18+ pose with taeyong who’s probably got his signature crop top on

n e ways, let us move on

taeyong adores you so much and it honestly makes him so flustered when you spend time with him

he loves, loves, loves when you take him out

he doesn’t leave the dorm much unless it’s for work

invite him to join you anywhere and he’ll instantly agree with so much enthusiasm, it’ll make you want to give him the world (though he deserves it)

he enjoys the little things

like walking down the street and bumping shoulders every so often while you guys talk about your days

or holding hands while crossing the street to make sure the other is safe

if you go somewhere to eat and offer a bite to him, he’ll melt

do anything for him and he’ll melt, really

one time you held the door for him and he had heart eyes the rest of the night

another time, you complimented his taste in fashion while you took a few pictures of him for instagram and he couldn’t stop smiling

how can he be so precious?

always tries to impress you with a surprise while you are out

he might spoil his new solo track or pay for a meal if you stop anywhere to eat, but that’s when he’s feeling extra

one time he surprised you with a tight hug and a genuine thank you that actually made you cry

“baby, please... spend some time.. with me?”

==≎==

Yuta

you and yuta are like two peas in a pod

like peanut butter and jelly

like strawberries and chocolate

like french fries and burgers

like fish and chips

sorry, i’ll stop with food pairs im kinda hungry right now

anyways, you get it

yuta feels lost when you aren’t around. you are his best friend, his other half (winwin who?)

yuta without you just feels... wrong

nct’s instragram is full of the pictures you guys take when you go on adventures together, which is very often

it’s his favorite thing to do with you; traveling and exploring

you pull up a map on your phone and go buck wild

you’ve both found some pretty cool places and some amazing views

you found a hidden cove somewhere off the coast in california but you guys got in trouble later that day because no one could find you

turns out you guys had wandered a lot farther than you thought

the pictures you showed the group made up for it

they were gorgeous candids of the both of you, laughing and smiling together

one was a timed one where you were both jumping

all of these photos and videos were posted to instagram which made a lot of people happy just to see yuta and you so happy in your elements

sometimes, you guys force mark to join you which takes some convincing because you two are always trouble

mark wouldn’t admit it in a million years, but those moments he shares with the two of you are where he has the most fun

he never knew two people could love each other platonically as much as the two of you do

however, he wants to barf whenever you guys call each other sappy pet names because, ew, third wheeling

“where should we go today, honey?”

==≎==

Doyoung

my birthday twin, let’s get it

how do i even begin to explain how much this boy cares?

you are the third member on his “favorite member” list

now, don’t get petty when he says you’re third

the story of how you got demoted from first is a bit funny in hindsight, jeno (who’s in first) takes the liberty of making fun of you for it whenever you hang out

jungwoo (who owns second) always tries to stand up for you though

you were messing around with taeyong on top of a set-piece while shooting a music video

doyoung had scolded you and told you to stop or else you would get hurt

you decided to laugh off his warning because you “weren’t that clumsy”

turns out you were

taeyong did something cool (when does he not?) and you wanted to try it, so after he told you how to do it a few times, you did

you fell

not very far, only a couple feet, but you landed on your back

the sound was so loud that it startled everyone

doyoung had a heart attack

he thought you died

you had the wind knocked out of you and your back was a little sore, but other than that you were fine

at least ten people swarmed you

including taeyong who was apologizing like crazy

doyoung was right there, lifting you up and already giving you an earful about how he told you to be cautious

once people were sure you were fine and didn’t have a concussion, they left you alone

doyoung doesn’t like much physical affection, but he’ll put that aside to smother you against his chest and harshly reprimand you

he’s a mom friend and will always be

will never tell you, but he prizes the moments when you get sick or hurt

sounds sadistic, and maybe it is, but he loves when you are a helpless baby and he has to take care of you

always scolding you for compromising your health, but doesn’t stop pampering you

tells the other members off when they try to help him

makes you soup when you are sick and gets you anything you ask for without complaint

if you get hurt, he’s right there with some form of first aid

and since i know you’re wondering: yes, he will cuddle you if you ask.

“come to me when you need help, you dumb baby.”

==≎==

Jaehyun

jung jaehyun is the definition of boyfriend material

when you two get together, the aesthetic blogs pale in comparison

everything the two of you do together is an aesthetic, really

golden hour selfies on rooftops where your skin glows and your eyes look the most beautiful

candids on the streets of the city where you're illuminated by the street signs

coffee shop pictures where you look so perfectly in your element sipping coffee and looking out the window

snapshots of “date nights” where you stay in to watch movies or kdramas with popcorn, candy, and a bottle of wine

couple’s outfits where you pose like models while someone takes your photo

you guys do it all

honestly, the biggest ship in all of nct is you and jaehyun

fanfiction writers are jealous no doubt because how the hell can the two of you live out their writings so flawlessly

some people use the pictures the two of you take as templates for their mood boards or “nct as boyfriends” projects

you both probably started a vlog series on the nct youtube account

however, the time you guys spend together is strictly platonic, no matter how badly people want you two to “just date”

neither of you tries anything romantic because blegh, disgusting, i’ve known this person for so long they are literally my best friend, my sibling, a family member i’ve never had but always wanted

sure, jaehyun’s ears turn red whenever you guys dress up in similar outfits but it’s because of people’s reactions

if you see a picture with jaehyun shy next to you, it’s probably because johnny is screaming behind the scenes about how good the two of you look

speaking of johnny, he’s the hype man

also, sort of, maybe, kinda the reason you guys do so much aesthetic stuff

he says you guys are too good looking not to “bless the world with your visuals”

to sum this up, jaehyun treasures you and does the most with you

“what are you wearing today? we should match since it’s our friend-iversary!”

==≎==

WinWin

see wayv ver.

==≎==

Jungwoo

i love him with all my heart and i really miss him right now

it’s real soft hours up in here

not a single moment where you aren’t giving each other all the love you can muster

big comfy sweaters with sweater paws

love confessions every hour

always telling you he loves you and that you are his

treats you like royalty while also babying you into next week

he’s honestly the sweetest person on the planet and he can’t handle himself around you because dang, you really be out here existing and stuff

looking that good

since he’s so affectionate, i see him cuddling you like there’s no tomorrow

will build a pillow fort for you

honestly, he will do anything for you as long as you say please

not afraid to kiss you either. don’t matter where or when, he’s ready

some would say it’s his favorite thing to do

your cheek looking extra squishy that day? his lips have claimed that territory

your forehead exposed? kiss.

your neck easily accessible? smooch.

your hand in his? peck.

your lips in a pout? he better hold himself back because he’s about ready to risk it all just to give you a kith

the other members try not to seem too surprised every time you accept his lips on your skin

they freak out whenever it happens to them, or get super flustered

they don’t know how you handle his affection so well

you say it’s a talent when they ask you

a.k.a. you treasure all the affection he gives you because he is literally the best boy and you would die for him

he worships you on the daily (lucky)

he says his heart beats irregularly whenever you are around because he loves you that much

it was actually scientifically proven during a tv show when you had to make other members’ heart rates fluctuate with aegyo

you hadn’t started doing anything yet, but just by looking at you his heart did a boom boom and everyone freaked out

holds the title of the member with the best hair second-biggest ship in all of nct and of course, it’s with you

fans have so many videos of jungwoo hanging off of you and being clingy

always talking about you like you put the stars in the sky

you know that video when jungwoo was giving mark “the look”? it’s like that with you but at least ten times worse and all the time because you are his baby, his world, his favorite member

always has to comment about what you two did that day

never ever forgets to talk about how much he cares about you

“yeah, y/n and i are close. i love them with all my heart. they are perfect!”

==≎==

Mark

see dreamies ver

==≎==

Haechan

see dreamies ver

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mins-fins · 23 days

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☁︎ CHAPTER ONE : wait THATS the new guy!?

in which.. you are definitely not enjoying your first day at skyline highlights word count 1.2k

You truly want to die right now.

If you were to earn a nickel for every time you showed at a new job and you encountered two people arguing right in front of building, you would have a good twenty five cents! Five times! Five times this has happened to you! Your starting to think this exact situation has been programmed into your life, no matter where you go it always happens.

If you knew this was going to happen each and every time, you would've stopped trying a long time ago.

The two unknown guys arguing clearly don't notice you, and you feel your face burn as you stand there awkwardly, trying to figure out when you're supposed to start talking. "Um excuse me?"

Both men pause their shouting match and snap their heads towards you, and you swear you almost jump at the way they stare at you. "Oh hi! Do you need something?" The taller of the two asks, your eyes wander over to the ID wrapped around his neck, you are just barely able to read the name etched onto it, watching as it swings back and forth, his name is Kim Jungwoo.

"Oh I uh.. I'm a new hire".

Jungwoo and mystery boy, who you've now identified as Nakamoto Yuta both blink, seemingly puzzled by your words. You want to dig a hole, lay in it, and die, because they're staring at you so intensely that you think they might be trying to curse you. "Since when did we have a new hire?"

Yuta looks baffled by the question, turning to Jungwoo with a scowl leaving his lips. "I literally told you yesterday and kept reminding you a week before that a new product manager was coming after the last one got fired! You never listen to me!"

"Oh do you blame me for not listening you? Your the biggest liar around!"

"Was it because you didn't believe me? Or because your so airheaded you can't comprehend more than a paragraph of information?"

"You do this every time, no wonder Mark is the only one who can tolerate you.."

You blink as you stand between the two and watch their screaming match again occur, oh you're never going to get anywhere with the way everything is unfolding. You don't know how to exactly.. mediate this argument, so you sort of just stand there, watching as their voices get higher and higher.

"Are you two going to argue the whole time?"

The two again stop arguing when a third voice interjects, cutting them off midway through another snappy insult. They both roll their eyes like petty children, but they stop arguing. "Your making the poor guy nervous".

"Blame Yuu for that.."

Yuta wants to respond with another insult from the recesses of his mind, but he's stopped by a glare from the stranger. "You two, be quiet, you're so annoying" He then gives a smile as if he didn't just insult them.

He then turns to you, extending his hand out for a handshake. You reluctantly take his hand and shake it, why do you feel so awkward?

"Moon Taeil! Assistant manager, it's nice to meet you, Yn".

You were about to respond to his greeting, but you pause as he says your name. He notices your confusion, because he snickers. "I read your resume! It was very impressive.."

Your face heats up at the words, and you finally find your voice. "Oh was it? Thank you, thank you! It's nice to meet you too, Taeil".

"Alright! Yn, Yuta, Jungwoo, we still have like nine other people to introduce you too.. anyway, we have to start!"

Without asking, Taeil jolts you forward by the hand, making you squeak as you get tugged into the building.

"Are you nervous?"

Taeil's question makes you clear your throat, an exhale leaving your lips as you stare at the door in front of you. "Yeah" You respond, a pained smile on your face as you earn a hum from the man beside you.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, they all just don't know how to have a civil conversation without shouting".

"Yeah I can see that—"

"Maybe you should check your information before you try to correct me on something!"

"And maybe you should check your tone of voice before your position is taken away!"

You narrow your eyes judgmentally at the door, listening to the rising voices continuing to go back and forth. Taeil laughs at the look on your face, you don't think you've ever been met with so much arguing before, especially on the first day on the job. "What are they even fighting about?"

"Something stupid like if a hotdog is a sandwich or whatever.."

The answer makes you chuckle, and you look to the side as to not begin dying laughing. The door clicks open, and a stressed out employee steps out, sighing heavily. "At this point were never actually going to get to our achieved goal".

The stranger rolls his eyes, but the look of distaste on his face quickly disappears as he turns to you, smiling. "You must be Yn, Lee Taeyong, it's nice to meet you".

Jesus is everybody who works here some gorgeous angel? The question which crosses your mind amuses you, but you don't laugh in fear of looking crazy in front of your new coworkers. "It's nice to meet you too, are they.. okay in there?"

Taeyong blinks, then turns back towards the door, the shouts from inside piercing his ears. "I'm not— yeah I can't even tell anymore, you have nothing to worry about, though, they are all pretty much harmless for the most part" He waves a dismissive hand, placing his hand on the doorknob and turning it open.

You're not sure if that makes you any less nervous, but Taeil places a hand on your arm and gives you a reassuring squeeze. "Come on".

You almost want to immediately run away when you step into the room, the shouting is still there, it seems that these people enjoy throwing insults at each other like there's no tomorrow. You raise an eyebrow as you listen to their excessive swearing.

Taeyong sighs once again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Everyone shut up!" His shout is enough to get most of the yelling to step, even with the distasteful murmurs that follow. "Thank you, this is Yn, the new product manager".

And suddenly, everyone is looking at you, staring you down and practically examining every part of you.

"Wait THATS the new guy!? I thought he was coming tomorrow!"

Yuta then lets out another scoff, punching the taller male beside him in the shoulder. "I told all of you he was coming today! You never listen to me!"

"Can you blame us?"

"Why do all of you say that!? At this point Mark is the only one I can trust".

Taeyong sighs, work is never going to get done. Taeil simply chuckles, amused by the shouting of his coworkers, he looks to you and pokes at your shoulder. "You'll get used to their.. stupidity, you've already met Yuta and Jungwoo, Taeyong is team leader, Johnny marketing coordinator, Doyoung works in finance, Jaehyun communications, Mark creative direction and Donghyuck is head of operations".

You think you mishear him when he points at Donghyuck, who looks like a teenager, you blink, then look back at Taeil. "Donghyuck?"

"Yes?"

"He's head of operations?" You ask, sounding much more judging than you want to. "He looks so.. young".

"Oh, yeah, he's the youngest of the bunch, he's only been here like two years!"

"So why is he head of operations then?"

Taeil simply stares at you, it seems he'd rather leave that question unanswered. "He's just good at his job, of course!"

You blink again, narrowing your eyes at him.

You might not survive your first day here.

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the kindness of a stranger

pairing: kim doyoung x male reader word count: 2,971 description: doyoung is little more than a stranger, though you can’t help but feel drawn to him. masterlist

Your commute to and from work had never been the source of anything interesting. You would meander to the bus stop around the corner from your apartment building, take a fifteen-minute bus ride, then repeat this on the way home in the evening. It was mundane, uneventful, and generally unremarkable. Which was perhaps the reason why, on a dreary Monday evening when you were exhausted after a long day and yearning for your bed, something unfamiliar struck you as so surprising. When you hopped onto the crowded bus, headed towards the bed you so longed for, you caught sight of a man you had never seen before.

You didn’t aspire to be overly dramatic, but that man’s face had undoubtedly been sculpted by the gods to serve no purpose other than making him the most beautiful man to ever walk the face of the earth. You didn’t consider that description to be too dramatic, considering that he genuinely might have been the most attractive person you had ever seen.

And the man, it just so happened, was sitting next to the only empty seat on the whole bus. You gave consideration to the idea of standing the whole way home, but you were sure your aching back would have something to say about that. Reaching deep into yourself for any last morsel of bravery, you approached the man.

You found yourself cursing the lack of effort you put into getting ready that morning - washing your face and combing your hair was decidedly not enough preparation for encountering somebody like that. Moreover, you were sure the day had taken a toll on you, and you smoothed your hair self-consciously as you descended into the seat, taking care not to sit too close to him. You were well aware of the fact that you would combust if your leg happened to graze his.

Mere moments after the bus pulled away from your stop, your hubris got the better of you, and you chanced a glimpse of the man. Much to your alarm, the following events ensued: just as you initially picked up on, the man was beautiful; your heart was sent into a frenzy by the man’s beauty; you made eye contact with the man; the man smiled at you; you attempted a smile back, but you were sure it came across as more of a pained grimace; you looked away, vowing not to look back for the remainder of the journey.

Hurriedly, you pulled your phone and earphones from the pocket of your coat, untangling them from the twisted mess they had grown into. Though the bus was due to arrive in only three minutes, you wanted to eliminate any possibility of executing small talk with this guy. You would surely make a fool out of yourself if you spoke even a single word to him, and you didn’t need such an extreme embarrassment to sully what had been already a pretty dreary day.

The duration of the bus ride seemed dreadfully long. Mentally, you had been chastising both your mind and your heart for reacting this way to a stranger. You had never fallen prey to a pretty face like this before - though it was true that you had never seen a face this pretty before. By the time the bus reached your stop, you felt even more exhausted than you had done when you left work. After you disembarked, you stopped in the bus shelter to unplug your headphones and return them to your pocket.

When you looked up, however, you were met with yet another surprise that jolted you again. The man had got off at the same stop as you, and was now walking a few paces ahead. You were somewhat astonished, and unsure of how you had failed to notice him getting off the bus behind you. Although you supposed you had been too focused on trying not to fall on your face in front of him.

It was as though a higher power was intervening with your day and gifting you with the most commotion it could conjure. Ahead of you, you noted in utter bewilderment, cute bus guy turned a key and entered an apartment building. Your apartment building. The one where you lived. You shook your head, resigned to distant perplexity at this point.

As you had ended up walking a little distance behind him, you took relief in the knowledge that he would have already ascended to his floor in the elevator. However, when you stood in front of the tall metal doors, you found them open just a gap. And through that gap, you viewed, for another time, the man. The man from the bus, that was. You saw him hurry to jab the open doors button for you, allowing you to step in the lift beside him. You mumbled a quick “thank you” to him as you entered.

You felt tense in the few moments it took for the elevator to reach Doyoung’s floor, as an irrational fear that he could hear your racing heartbeat wracked you. As you climbed higher, you willed the metal box to stop to allow him to leave, but each floor passed fruitlessly until you reached the one just below your own, providing you with perhaps the most awkward elevator experience you had ever suffered through.

When he stepped out, he bid you goodbye with a smile and a wave that was excruciatingly adorable. You smiled back at him, and felt you did a better job than earlier.

Once he was gone and you were safely alone, you rested your head against the cool, silver wall, and let out a groan. You were going to get far too carried away with this crush that had blossomed far too soon - you knew that much already.

***

Since that first day you had seen him, cute bus guy - as you had so aptly dubbed him - became a fixture your daily routine, and one that you quite looked forward to. Though you never held a full conversation with him, the two of you developed an unspoken ritual. Each evening, you would step onto the bus to find him guarding the seat next to him with his bag, or his coat, only to remove the item for you to sit down.

This went on for a number of weeks, well into winter when a biting chill made itself at home in the air. Were you a bolder, fearless individual, you would’ve asked him for his number some time ago, and perhaps even invited him out for drinks with you. You simply didn’t have the confidence for that, however, and the fear of rejection from such an ethereal person was almost debilitating. Plus, the thrill of sitting next to him each day, sharing smiles, and riding in the elevator together was exhilarating enough in itself. He became a beacon of light in your day, and seeing him waiting for you each evening filled you with a strange sense of relief.

This was especially true on a particular Friday evening when you had been dreaming of returning home from the moment you stepped into work. From the second you woke up that morning you had been sure you had gotten sick. And with every moment that passed, your certainty had grown more and more solid. To your great upset and exhaustion, you hadn’t been able to leave; you had no remaining sick days, and your boss wasn’t in the greatest of moods so you hadn’t wanted to approach them anyways.

As you stood at the bus stop, awaiting its arrival, you were rather surprised that you had made it to the end of the day at all. And, as seemed typical for your life lately, it had begun to rain. That exact bus stop didn’t have a shelter, and so the sky’s downpour was delivered directly to you. You, who didn’t have a hooded coat or an umbrella. When the bus turned the corner and drove towards you, you could have cried or even thanked the heavens.

When you took your seat next to cute bus guy, your smile was a bashful and reluctant one; you were sure you looked far from your best. You probably looked closer to a drenched rat than a person, and your nose was bright red from blowing it all day long. Sitting next to the man, however, you were filled with a peculiar and overwhelming feeling of peace. You felt more peace and security than you had all day, even if your seat was a little lumpy and the bus lurched and jerked over each pothole in the road. You supposed it was just the familiarity of the man. After all, even if the two of you hadn’t spoken properly, you did sit with him every day, five days a week. You settled, feeling much steadier now, despite the pounding ache that battered your skull.

***

The next thing you felt was the panicked sensation of being woken up before you even realised you had fallen asleep. “Huh?” you mumbled as you made sense of your surroundings. “Did I miss my stop?”

In the seconds it took you to register cute bus guy shaking you awake gently, along with the fact that you had just raised your head from its resting place on his shoulder, you felt the heat in your cheeks intensify. They had already been glowing, you were sure - you had been feeling as though you were running a fever for hours.

“No, our stop is in a few minutes,” the man answered your question, his voice gentle. “I thought I’d give you some time to wake up.”

“Oh my goodness, I-I’m so sorry,” you stammered out an apology, glaring at your shoes to avoid looking at him.

He simply chuckled in response, which surprised you; he didn’t seem annoyed or angry at all. “You’re really cute when you’re sleeping so I don’t mind too much.”

If it were possible for your cheeks to burn any brighter, you were sure they would. “Oh,” you murmured. “Thank you.”

“I hope that wasn’t a creepy thing to say,” he went on, “It’s just you were doing these adorable tiny snores, it was really sweet.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” you whispered, picking at a thread on your sleeve, a display of your anxiety.

“Don’t be,” he assured you, his tone light and friendly. It was only when he reached over to press the alert button that you realised you had reached your stop. When you alighted together, he erected an umbrella that covered both of you.

“Walk with me,” he asked of you, “I don’t want you to get any wetter.” From another person, this could’ve been a mocking statement. But from him, it came across as real concern.

“Thank you,” you say earnestly, before you let out a sudden, explosive sneeze.

“I really hope you haven’t caught a cold in this rain,” Doyoung spoke, eyeing you with slight alarm.

“It wasn’t the rain,” you told him with a sniffle. “I’ve been sick all day.”

“Oh no.” You were surprised to hear genuine worry in his voice, and you looked up at him to see him frowning at you. “Do you have someone to take care of you?”

You shook your head. “I live alone.” It occurred to you that you maybe shouldn’t tell this to somebody who was mostly a stranger, especially not when he knew where you lived. This thought seemed ridiculous, though. Despite the fact that you didn’t really know him, you knew this man was kind and honest; you could just tell.

“I know we’ve never really spoken, but...” He paused, as if thinking over his words before he said them. “I can come over and keep you company, if you want?”

As he keyed you both into the building, you gave consideration to his offer. You really didn’t want to be alone when you were feeling so sick - you already felt shitty enough, without loneliness kicking in. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone fetch you water and medicine when you needed it.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you checked apprehensively.

“Of course not,” he confirmed. “I have no plans, anyways.”

“You’re a saint,” you told him as you stepped into the elevator together. “Can you come over in about an hour? I want to take a shower first.”

“Sure. My name is Doyoung, by the way.” It only hit you then that you hadn’t even known his name. You had invited him to your apartment, not only to keep you company but to take care of you while you were sick, and you hadn’t even known his name.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself. “And it’s apartment 413, by the way.”

“See you soon, Y/N,” he bid you goodbye warmly as he stepped out of the elevator. The absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on you, not even with your sick and cloudy mind.

***

The long shower you had taken had done a little to soothe your aching muscles, and the warm water had made your sinuses feel a little clearer. But, you were feeling extraordinarily weak, and you had been forced to exit when you began to feel faint. When Doyoung arrived at your apartment, you were seated on your couch. You had just finished eating a bowl of heated tinned soup, and you were wearing your cleanest cosy sweater and your least shabby pair of sweatpants - you felt a little silly, picking out your most pristine loungewear. You knew any efforts to impress Doyoung were futile, with your bright red nose and swollen eyes.

When you opened your door, you were a little taken aback. You had never seen him wear anything other than his thick jacket, but to see him in casual wear was something else. He had dressed in a pair of jeans, along with a plain white tee under a grey plaid shirt. It wasn’t anything special, but he made it work exceptionally well.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, sounding much more cheerful than you felt.

“Hey, Doyoung.” You stepped aside to let him in. “I really appreciate you coming over.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed your concerns. “But I hope you don’t keep a habit of inviting strange men into your apartment - not that I’m dangerous or anything,” he stopped, letting out a nervous chuckle. “But others... Could be.” He paused again. “I’m not building such a convincing case for myself, am I?”

You simply smiled and told him not to worry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh along with him, purely because of how awful you were feeling.

“Anyways, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly? Pretty shit,” you spoke flatly.

He frowned sympathetically. “Have you taken any painkillers?”

When you shook your head no, he sighed.

“That’s silly of you. Sit down,” he instructed you, and you complied without a second thought, a little taken aback by his assertive yet caring nature. “Where are they?”

“The cupboard above the oven and to the left,” you directed him, pointing towards your kitchen. “They should be on the top shelf.”

“You’ll be wanting cold meds, right?” he spoke as he re-entered the lounge, equipped with a glass of water and a box of tablets. You nodded weakly, taking what he handed to you.

“Have you eaten?” he asked as he sat down next to you, to which you nodded in response. “Alright, good. Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” You simply nodded again, lacking the energy to speak. “You should pick,” he decided. “You’re the one who’s sick.”

You took the remote from his hands, working the buttons until Beauty and the Beast was playing, a comfort film of yours.

“Good choice,” Doyoung commented.

You laid your head back lazily, curling your legs up beneath you and waiting for the meds to kick in. You passively obeyed when Doyoung took a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over you. Though you didn’t speak, you were immensely thankful for the warmth it brought you.

“I really hope you don’t get sick,” you murmured slowly, around thirty minutes into the movie.

“I have a really good immune system. I never get sick,” Doyoung promised you.

Though there was silence between you two, it was strangely comfortable when considering you hadn’t really spoken to the guy until that day. You could only hope the comfort extended to him, but you thought he looked pretty relaxed. As the medication began to kick in, your limbs felt heavier, and your mind got loose and distant.

“It was really nice of you to keep me company like this,” you spoke quietly, your words a little slurred from the effort.

“It’s nothing. I wouldn’t want you to be alone like this,” Doyoung dismissed your words.

You spoke again, your tongue running away from your foggy brain.“Y’know, before I knew your name I called you ‘cute bus guy.’ Just in my head.”

“Oh yeah? That’s cute.” Doyoung was smiling widely at you.

Distantly, in the recesses of your mind that were still somewhat active, you were aware that you might have been saying things you shouldn’t. Unfortunately, your mind wasn’t quite strong enough to stop yourself, or to even care. “Yeah. I think I might even have a crush on you.”

“That’s sweet, Y/N, but I think it’s just the cold meds talking,” Doyoung assured you, his voice lilted with a laugh.

“No, really,” you insisted earnestly.

“Let’s just discuss that another time, yeah?” Doyoung proposed.

“Okay,” you said, your voice not much more than a sleepy mumble. You let yourself drift into a heavy, dreamless sleep. Any embarrassment would have to be postponed until you woke up.

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