#doyoung drabbles
Y/n is sick and Doyoung comes to take care of them.
Part of the long term couples series
Leaning over the toilet you empty your stomach once again you wonder how much could possibly be left in your stomach. This was your fourth time puking there couldn’t still be food in your stomach could there. Once you finished and flushed the toilet you close the lid and rest your head on top of the toilet seat. You need to get up and at least brush your teeth, but you are so tired, and the cool surface of the toilet seat feels like heaven against your hot skin. In the distance you hear your phone going off and you groan from the sound. Everything in you hurts and you just want to be in your bed.
Eventually your phone stops ringing, and you let out a sigh of relief. Now you just have to convince yourself to get up off the floor. You couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt this sick and hoped that it past quickly. In the distance you hear your door being opened and closed followed by the sound of Doyoung calling out for you.
“No! Go away,” you whine. The two of you had only been dating for two months and you were not ready for him to see you sick and miserable. Your relationship was too fresh, to young, him seeing you sick was something he couldn’t see until at least month six.
“Y/n did you forget that we’re supposed to be meeting up with Taeil and his girlfriend?” Doyoung calls as he makes his way towards you. Groaning you hear his footsteps approaching and wish that the floor would swallow you up. You hear a gasp from Doyoung and then his hands are on your shoulders and he’s gently turning you to face him.
“Y/n,” Doyoung gentles his voice and as you look at him you see the concern in his eyes as his one hand reaches up to touch your forehead. “How long have you been sick?”
“I don’t know. A while.” You admit before closing your eyes again and slumping forward into Doyoung. You’re tired and weak and holding your head up was to much work.
Doyoung doesn’t hesitate and soon has you up off the floor and cradle safely against his chest. As he starts to walk out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom. You find yourself snuggling in closer to him. While you are not happy about him seeing you like this you can admit that you like him carrying you and the warmth that you are receiving from his body. Doyoung lays you down on the bed and pulls the covers up over you. You turn onto your side facing him and curl up into a ball.
Running his fingers through your hair you wonder just how greasy it is and if you should stop him. But he doesn’t say anything about the state of your hair and the feeling of his fingers feels good. When Doyoung stops and starts to pull his hand away you let out a whine. A soft chuckle comes from Doyoung before his fingers go back to brushing through your hair.
“Have you eaten at all today?” Doyoung whispers to you.
“I can’t keep anything down,” which reminds you that you still need to brush your teeth. “I need to brush my teeth my mouth feels gross.”
“Okay,” Doyoung pulls back the covers and carries you back into the bathroom. He set you down in front of the sink. Keeping you pinned between him and the counter Doyoung reaches around you to grab your toothbrush and toothpaste. If you weren’t feeling like death warmed over, you would make a comment about how you are capable of putting toothpaste on your own toothbrush. But you don’t and are grateful for how caring he, is being.
Doyoung places the toothbrush in your hand and rest both his hands on your waist while you brush your teeth. As you brush you look into the mirror at him. Doyoung stands a good foot taller than you, his hair has grown out and is going to need a cut soon. His eyes are watching you with a softness to them that you are starting to realize he only gives to you.
“Finish up Y/n so I can get you back to bed,” Doyoung pulls you out of your thoughts and leans down to place a kiss to the top of your head. You rinse your mouth out and let Doyoung carry you back to bed. “I’m going to let Taeil know that we won’t be making it today and then I’m going to see what you have in your place for you to eat that won’t upset your stomach.”
“I told you I can’t keep anything down.”
“You should try to eat a little something, but you don’t have to eat until later. Right now, just try to get some sleep.” You nod your head as you curl up onto your side once again. Before Doyoung has a chance to leave you tug on his arm, “Stay with me until I fall asleep.”
Nodding in agreement you slide closer to Doyoung. Grabbing his hand, you place it on your head hoping he’ll understand what you’re asking for. He does and soon his fingers are carding through your hair. As Doyoung watches you he starts to hum softly. With his other hand he pulls out his phone and messages Taeil to let him know that you two will not be joining them today. When Doyoung thinks you have fallen asleep he stands and starts to walk away only for you to call out to him.
“I was worried about you seeing me sick,” turning back towards you Doyoung tilts his head to the side in confusion, “we haven’t been together that long, and I was worried that we weren’t to the stage of seeing each other at one of our worst yet.”
Shaking his head at you Doyoung makes his way back to the bed and sits back down on the edge of the bed. There’s an amused smile on his face as he leans down to kiss the top of your head, “I like you no matter what. Always have, always will.”
You smile at that and give Doyoung’s hand a squeeze before closing your eyes and letting yourself get the rest that you need. Still smiling down at you Doyoung gives you another kiss and tucks the blanket around you before he heads into the kitchen to see if you have everything he needs to make you some soup.
It’s Y/n and Doyoung’s first christmas together and while Y/n isn’t a huge fan of Christmas they still want to make it speical for Doyoung.
Part of the Long Term Couples Series. Can be read as a stand alone.
Sitting on your living room floor you looked over the piles of tangled lights that were scattered over the floor. You knew that trying to untangle them all was going to take hours and this mess was your own fault. You were not the biggest Christmas fan meaning that decorating and undecorating for the holiday felt like a chore to you. And when it was time to take all the decorations down you had ripped them all down without a care in the world and tossed them into the bins to be stored until next year. Which brings you to your current mess of lights. You probably wouldn’t be having such a struggle if you had just tossed the lights in the bin instead of rolling them into balls and smashing them together.
You were about ready to just forget it all and not even bother decorating this year but the thought of yours and Doyoung’s first Christmas together came filtering through your mind. Were you really going to spend your first Christmas together with no decorations? The answer was no, you may not care for the holiday, but you did care about Doyoung, and you had started to become a romantic thanks to him and you wanted your first holiday’s together to be memorable and special. Which was why you were sitting on the floor untangling lights. You could go buy new ones, but you weren’t so lost in being romantic and making the holiday special for your boyfriend to go out and buy all new decorations.
Pulling on the lights you let out a groan of frustration and fall back onto the floor taking the pile of lights with you. In the distance you hear your door open and Doyoung calling out for you. You don’t bother to move; your apartment isn’t that big, and he would find you in a matter of seconds. Instead, you continue to lay under your pile of lights and look up at the ceiling. Soon Doyoung’s smiling face is looking down at you and his eyebrows are raised up in question about the pile of lights.
“Do I even want to ask what is going on here?” You can hear the laughter in Doyoung’s voice. You pout up at him causing him to chuckle before he sits down next to you and leans over to kiss you on the forehead.
“What are you doing Y/n?” He gently asks.
“I’m trying to decorate for Christmas,” you slightly whine as you move yourself into an upright position and scoot yourself over towards Doyoung so you can rest your head on his shoulder. “It’s not going well all the lights are tangled and I haven’t even gotten a tree yet and to be honest I don’t think I even have ornaments for a tree.”
You feel your throat starting to get tight and start to blink your eyes rapidly. Decorating shouldn’t be causing you to almost cry but you wanted to give Doyoung a good first Christmas together and as much as you wanted to act like you didn’t care and that it isn’t a big deal to you it is. You want him to know that you care that he is different from all the other people that you dated. Because if it were anyone else you wouldn’t have even bothered with the stupid lights.
Doyoung must have heard you sniffle or could hear it in your voice that you were close to tears because he quickly pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and starts to gently sway the two of you back and forth. You hide your face in his chest and try to calm yourself down.
“Why are you crying over Christmas lights? I thought you didn’t even like this holiday that much?” Doyoung gently asks you.
“I don’t like this holiday but it’s our first Christmas together and I wanted to do it right. I wanted us to have the decorations and the stupid tree. I want us to have a good first Christmas together and for you to know that I care.” That gets you a squeeze and another head kiss from Doyoung. He pulls you away from his chest and wipes away the few tears that managed to escape your eyes.
“Y/n thank you for wanting to give us a good first Christmas together, but you don’t have to put in all this effort. As long as you are here with me to celebrate, I don’t care about the lights, the tree, or even gifts.”
“Really?” You question as you search Doyoung’s face for any signs that he is just telling you what you want to hear.
“Really, if you want to decorate for our first Christmas, I’ll help you but, if you want to just forget it and not bother with any decorations that’s fine with me too.”
“You have to stop being sweet or I’m going to start crying even more,” you demand, there’s no heat behind your statement and Doyoung knows that you don’t mean it.
“Alright I’ll stop being sweet in a moment. But before I stop, I want you to know that I know you care and that this relationship means something to you.” You pull in a breath and bite your lip. You’re going to cry again you can feel it. “I also want you to know that I care and that our first Christmas together is already perfect because it’s with you.”
“You need to stop talking and kiss me now. Otherwise, I’m going to start crying and there is going to be no stopping it,” you warn Doyoung. He smiles at you before leaning in and touching his lips to yours. Your wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in closer to you. Doyoung tightens is hold around you and the two of you don’t break apart until the need for air becomes too much.
Pulling slightly apart Doyoung rubs his nose against yours and normally you would make a comment about him being cheesy and how you hate all those corny romantic gestures. But this time you don’t say anything and instead lean in to give Doyoung’s lips a quick kiss.
“I don’t want to bother with the lights but let’s at least get a tree. I need somewhere to put your present.” You look up at Doyoung and can tell that he is trying to keep his laughter in.
“Okay let’s go get a tree.” Doyoung slides you off his lap and stands, he pulls you up with him. Before he lets you go, he pulls you in close to him and leans down to kiss you before he kisses you though he whispers into your ear, “Best Christmas I’ve had so far.”
dotae’s entire relationship is a high school enemies to lovers bl anime, i’m just saying
i had to do it to ‘em
pretty boy // lee taeyong // kim doyoung
fluff, high school au, lee taeyong x kim doyoung
wc: 1180
cw: language
Taeyong hates avoiding people.
Mostly because he’s bad at it, not because there’s any guilt involved with deceiving people for his own convenience. There’s a whole multitude of people he wishes he could wipe off the face of the earth, or more realistically, avoid on a daily basis—namely his neighbour’s twelve-year-old emo son, the annoying bitch at Starbucks who always misspells his name, and Mrs. Kwak, who took five marks off of his last exam for ‘bad penmanship.’ And there’s one other person who occasionally makes the list, but he’s a special case; we’ll get to that in a second.
Taeyong’s bad at, well, being bad. That’s not to say he’s a stickler for rules, and god forbid he turns into a teacher’s pet when there are already so many around him. Frankly, he doesn’t care about the rules. And he’s been in the dean’s office enough times to know exactly how many warts she has on her face (5, as of recently). Taeyong’s one, very critical issue with being a rule-breaker is his lack of typical bad boy charisma. Hell, with a pretty face and large brown eyes that can make any girl swoon, he can’t just walk into class with his tie undone and expect to get away with it. It’s rather concerning: just how many people he’s tricked into thinking he’s the student body president, when he hasn’t spoken a single word to any of them.
It extends to beyond just school—which brings us back, full circle, to the certain somebody he’s been avoiding like the plague.
About a half hour after the final bell, he’s on his way home, just about to safely pass the music room. Avoiding him is comparable to sneaking around a boss in a video game, or walking behind a random NPC so you don’t waste three full minutes in a meaningless cutscene. He knows he’s bad at it: all skittish and nervous, like a horse ready to bolt at the first sign of danger. He keeps his head down and darts past the few students left in the hallway, simply praying the person in question is already in the music room, not waiting around to cut him off.
And even if he sees him, maybe he won’t recognize him immediately… right? It’s the middle of winter, so he’s got a beanie covering his hair and a scarf wrapped around his neck. It all fogs up his glasses when he breathes, but it’s probably for the better. One more thing to obstruct his face from view.
“Lee Taeyong.”
Well,fuck.
He stops dead in his tracks, knowing full well: he’s been caught.
There’s no sneaking around the final boss—the final boss being Kim Doyoung. President of the music council, resident master of ceremonies, teacher’s pet extraordinaire, and above all, the bane of Taeyong’s love life. The bane, or maybe the saviour, it’s really a matter of perspective. If Doyoung wasn’t so insufferable and dead set on making Taeyong’s life hell (affectionately, he hopes), he would’ve been Taeyong’s first proper love interest after his two-month fling with Nakamoto Yuta in sophomore year.
Doyoung’s pretty, Taeyong cannot deny it. He’s just a little taller than Taeyong, all long-limbed but still elegant, with jet hair and deep brown eyes. There’s something soft and innocent about his appearance—his hair’s always neatly combed and he’s always in a proper, pristine uniform—but Taeyong knows he hides rebellion beneath his usual appearance. Venture out into the woods after school, and you’ll find him with a select group of students, doing god-knows-what (though it usually ends with a bong and a verylate night). Doyoung likes to follow the rules at school, but will be the first to break them the moment he’s off school property.
“Hi,” Taeyong mumbles, unconsciously shuffling backwards when Doyoung approaches.
“Hi,” Doyoung drawls mockingly, visibly pleased by his catch; a week-long game of cat and mouse, hide and seek, and he finally has Taeyong where he wants him. “It’s been awhile since I last saw you, Yongie. Where have you been? Were you sick?”
“No,” Taeyong grunts. “Actually, I’m gonna miss my bus if I don’t get going, so maybe we can catch up a little later?”
Doyoung seems unimpressed by the choice of lie. There were definitely much better choices Taeyong could’ve gone for. Homework, midterms, his mom berating him all the time… he could’ve said his cat got chlamydia and died, and Doyoung would’ve at least fake-simpered over it for a moment before continuing with his torment. “The 189 bus doesn’t leave until five, Yongie. That’s in an hour.”
“Well, you’ve got band,” Taeyong says, nodding at the instrument case dangling from Doyoung’s hands. “I think you’re gonna be late.”
Doyoung hesitates, as if seriously considering it. After all, he hasn’t missed a single practice—as the principal flutist of the school orchestra and president of the music council, he can’t afford to. Taeyong doesn’t doubt the conductor relies on his expertiseandexperienceto lead practices, because even the subject teachers turn to his insufferable ass for help sometimes; he hopes mentioning it is enough to get Doyoung off of his case. Just for a day. One day, so he can figure out what the hell he’s going to do from here.
But to his dismay, Doyoung promptly drops his flute case in Taeyong’s hands and tilts his head curiously. “Hm.”
Taeyong fumbles with the instrument, and Doyoung glares at him. “That little hunk of metal is worth two grand and my entire college scholarship. Don’t drop it, pretty boy.”
Pretty boy. Taeyong hates it, but he still reacts viscerally.
“You know what I think?” Doyoung asks, taking a slight step forward so Taeyong can practically smell the cologne lingering on his uniform jacket. Something simple, but expensive, Taeyong thinks, and catches himself leaning toward the smell. God, he really is down horrendous for this boy.
Doyoung grins. “I think you’ve been avoiding me, pretty boy.”
“I don’t avoid people,” Taeyong says with a shake of his head. “I’m bad at it.”
“Evidently,” Doyoung agrees, then reaches up to pull the hat off of Taeyong’s head. “So maybe you should stop doing it, hm? Stop taking your lunch outside and come sit with me. Stop running off right after class.” A breathless laugh. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
Taeyong lets out a quiet exhale, once again fogging up the circular lenses of his glasses. Before he can even register what’s happening, Doyoung’s pulling them off of him, leaning in close to get a better look at him. He’s mere inches away, and Taeyong doesn’t know if he wants to slap him or kiss him. Probably the latter, but he doesn’t have the time or balls for that. Dammit, he’s not a coward, he should just do it, put a stop to the endless games and take charge—but by the time that thought crosses his mind, Doyoung’s already taken his instrument back and gone on his way.
“See you around, pretty boy.”
Taeyong puts his glasses and hat back on, walking away in utter shame.
Genre: angst/fluff
Member: Doyoung
Word count: 1,057
Note: Did this out of boredom. I totally did not think this through and the end part sucks but I guess that’s obvious enough. Hope you enjoy, though!
D-457.
You reach up for your alarm clock to turn it off. Sighing, you sat up. Only the sounds of your air conditioner were heard in your empty apartment. Well, it’s not actually empty. It just felt like it. It’s felt empty ever since 262 days ago.
Suddenly remembering, you grab the little notepad from your bedside table’s drawer then drew the 263rd line to represent the 263rd day you’ve been waiting for him.
It’s not that he hasn’t come home. It’s just that he doesn’t come home enough.
You wondered whether he’s been eating well. If the higher ups don’t tire him too much. You wondered how hard the training was. If he’d been frustrated for not having someone to rant to when he’s exhausted.
Not wanting to dwell too much into the aching pain in your heart, you decided to pull yourself together and start the day.
D-243.
You reach up for your alarm clock to turn it off. Sighing, you sat up. Only the sounds of your air conditioner were heard in your empty apartment.
‘This again’, you thought.
With tears stinging your eyes, you grab the little notepad from your bedside table’s drawer then drew the 477th line to represent the 477th day you’ve been waiting for him.
‘Just a little bit more’, you thought again. 'I swear I’ll smack him the next time I see him’.
And that you did.
D-3
You’ve been staring at the alarm clock minutes before it’s supposed to ring. When it does, you smash the button down then almost jumped off your bed to start the day, eager for it to end.
D-1
It’s the night before he came home, permanently. And you can’t seem to sleep. You tossed and turned in bed, hoping to find a comfortable position to fall asleep. Until,
Doyoung: I know you’ve been waiting for me
Your smile faltered and your heart dropped at the message. It can’t be…
Doyoung: But there are things we need to sort out. I’ll try to go home as soon as possible but for now, I’ll have to stay here for at least two more months.
Tears drip down onto your phone screen as it clouds your vision. You’ve waited for years, heck you’ve suffered for years for this? You start typing a message. You wanted to be mad and lash out at him but you know it’s not his fault. You know he also didn’t want this and that he’s more tired than you are.
You: I understand. Don’t skip your meals and take care of yourself. I love you.
Doyoung: Thank you. I love you too. I miss you.
You: I miss you too. Now go to sleep. It’s late and you have to be up early tomorrow.
Doyoung: Okay. Just know I really do love and miss you.
You: Of course. Good night, love!
With that, you shoved your phone underneath your pillow then cried and cried until you found the sleep you were looking for.
D-60.
The sound of your phone ringing and vibrating brought you to reality. Your best friend’s named was written on the screen. You answered.
“Hey. Doyoung texted me what happened. Wanna go out?” You’ve never felt so thankful for your friend in your life, given that she’s been helping you throughout your life.
“I’d love that. Thank you.” You mumbled with a hoarse voice.
“You’re welcome, bub. I’ll be there in five.”
You’ve showered and dressed up. Now you were in front of your mirror. You sigh as puffy eyes stare back at you before doing all that your makeup can do to cover it up.
It felt almost perfect. Almost. If only Doyoung was the one beside you on the bench while eating ice cream. Of course you were thankful for your friend for being there but you just missed him so much. He should be here right now. Most likely using cheesy pickup lines and rare PDA to make up for the time lost but no.
Salty tears mixed into your sweet treat. You immediately feel your friend wrapping her arms around you for comfort. Silent sobs were the only things heard from you but it somehow halted when a familiar tune from a guitar reached your ears. You would’ve brush it off but how could you when you hear a familiar sweet voice singing.
Dropping your ice cream, you shot up then turned around. There he was in his uniform, accompanied by his friend Taeil playing the guitar while he sang, one hand holding a bouquet of red roses. Tears streamed down your face again before you ran to him and actually tackled him onto the ground, completely forgetting about the probably expensive bouquet.
He chuckled as you cling onto him tighter. He wrapped his arms around you as well, burrying his face on your shoulder as he inhales your scent.
“Hey.” He whispered.
You pulled yourself away from him, taking the sight of him before you. You hit him on the chest once. Then again. And again. And again. Each time making you realize more that he is actually there. You break down in front of him, incoherently babbling about how you missed him so much with a mix of 'how could you’s for tricking you into thinking that he’d be gone for two more months.
Laughing at your ramblings, he gently pushed you off of him. Your heart aches slightly at the action but what he did next made up for it.
Now there he was, kneeling in front of you with a ring.
“I know I’m an ass for lying to you and making you cry but I couldn’t come up with a way to surprise you. I wanted to propose to you before I enlisted but I knew that if I did that, I’d be too impatient to wait 2 years to finally marry the love of my life. I hope you forgive me for last night and how unprepared I am for this 'speech’ but know that I really, really, really do love you with all my heart and that I’ve wanted to marry for years now. Let’s cut this short because I really want to marry you. So, Y/N, will you marry me?”
You cried even harder this time, taking a few moments before finally answering him.
“Yes.”
i’ve never been proposed to before so i can’t write proposals to save a life.
