#doyoung fluff
Pairing: Kim Doyoung(NCT) x fem!reader
Genre:Fluff/Smut
Contains:Hand job, cum swallowing, marking, nipple play, orgasm denial, dirty talk
Word count:1605
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“Come here, love,” you wave at him with a warm smile.
Doyoung can feel you stare at him when he slowly undresses and can’t help but blush – his face and ears are on fire. He, who’s always so confident to the point of arrogance sometimes, lose all of his composure in front of you. It doesn’t matter how many times you two shared such intimate moments – he’d still get shy. Now he looks back at you and immediately turns his stare away caught off guard by the hunger in your eyes. Your smile only broadens at that.
“You’re gazing at me like you want to eat me alive,” Doyoung chuckles rolling his eyes and steps into the bathtub to sit between your legs.
He sighs happily savouring the warm water and leans back against your chest. His breath hitches ever so slightly when your stiff nipples brush the skin of his back, but he quickly pulls himself together. He smiles softly to himself when he feels your arms circling his waist and covers your hands with one of his.
“Maybe I do,” you murmur softly before kissing his temple.
“You’re just so sweet, Doyoung.”
“Yeah, I know,” he answers cheekily stretching his long legs.
Doyoung’s head falls back onto your shoulder, and he closes his eyes with another content sigh as his fingers lazily trace random patterns on the skin of your thigh. Being with you always makes him feel giddy inside but today even more so. Wrapped in your embrace he feels safer than ever before, deeply loved and cherished, and he can’t quite wrap his head around all those feelings. Everything is just so soft and warm when you’re with him. Finally, Doyoung doesn’t need to do or say anything, he just needs to be.
“You want me to soap you?” you ask threading your fingers through his locks, and he has to bite his lip to suppress a broad smile.
He knows very well where this is all going, and he likes that direction. Very much so.
“Sure, do whatever you like, babe,” he answers trying his best to not sound too eager but fails miserably.
You don’t comment on that but Doyoung’s absolutely sure that you’re deeply amused by that – he doesn’t even need to see you to know that. He just knows.
“I like to touch you, you know,” you muse as you pour the gel onto your hand.
“Really? I didn’t notice,” he murmurs sarcastically and then yelps when you bite his earlobe suddenly.
“I also like to bite you,” you say lowly right into his ear and kiss his shoulder to which he shudders slightly.
Doyoung likes when you bite him too, no – he loves it. He loves to see the marks you leave on his skin: all the hickeys on his neck, chest and thighs, the red lines left by your nails, the occasional teeth marks. He likes to show them off oh-so-accidentally to others, so they know that you mark him as yours.
“There is a lot of things I like to do to you, love,” you chuckle and then your wet tongue’s moving up his neck and he can’t think straight.
That one simple movement reminds him about all those things you did to him with that tongue, and he almost groans at the very memory. He’s absolutely helpless as you set his body on fire time after time with full premeditation with the sweetest of smiles. One word from you, and he’s done for.
While his mind wanders freely, your hands are on his chest once again, moving slowly along the wet skin and leaving a bubbly trail behind. Your touch is gentle yet firm, palms slowly sweep along his arms and forearms to finally reach his hands and entwine fingers with his briefly. Then they move to his abdomen, moving lower and lower until he’s panting heavily, but you clearly have none of it as your hands avoid touching him where he needs to be touched the most.
“Up,” you say motioning to his legs, and he not only does bend his legs obediently but also spreads them wide for better access.
A view that unfolds in front of you makes your pussy throb in need. Trying your best to control yourself you pour some more gel on your hands and get to work. Doyoung chokes out a moan when your nails gently scratch his inner thighs.
“You’re going to be the death of me, babe, I don’t think I can take it,” he says in a hoarse voice.
“Nonsense, love, we both know that you’re capable of taking far more than that,” you answer with a smirk massaging his calves.
Soon your hands sweep up his legs once again to gently soap his sensitive balls.
“Oh, fuck, you can’t just start to play with my balls without any warning like that,” he groans grasping the edge of the bathtub fiercely.
You don’t answer instead focusing now on massaging the skin of his groin obviously avoiding touching his cock. Finally, he can’t take any more of your teasing.
“Please,” Doyoung whimpers shakily pressing his back into your chest.
“Please what, love?”
He scoffs in the answer and turns his head to gently press his lips to the skin of your neck. You look down on him and have to swallow seeing him up close. His thick dark locks glued to his temples and forehead, eyes still closed and cheeks flushed – he’s gorgeous, absolutely fucking gorgeous.
“So?” you ask hoarsely trying to get a grip on yourself once again which seems to be an impossible task at the moment.
He moves away slightly and opens his eyes to look at you with such an irritated look that you can’t help but laugh wholeheartedly.
“If you’d be that kind and play with my dick, I’d be grateful,” Doyoung snickers clearly done with you.
“I can’t refuse when you ask so nicely,” you chuckle in the answer before placing a sweet kiss on his lips.
He kisses you back eagerly and so you simply kiss for what seems like forever. When you slowly move away, both of you are panting heavily. Out of the corner of your eye you notice that his cock is fully hard now, almost begging for attention in the way it’s resting against his abdomen.
“The sweetest indeed,” you smirk referring to your previous comment.
“And yours only,” Doyoung adds breathlessly gazing at you with such emotions that your mouth gets dry.
“Yes,” you whisper softly kissing his forehead, feeling a shudder running down your spine.
“Mine.”
He closes his eyes with a choked moan when your fingers curl around his swollen shaft. His cock is beautiful you have to admit: all flushed pink, veins bulging on the sides and leaking swollen tip.
“Gorgeous,” you murmur into his ear and his hips buck at your words.
You smile at his reaction and place wet kisses on his neck as Doyoung slowly fucks your slippery hand, grunting, whimpering and moaning your name. You move your hand up and down his swollen shaft to meet his thrusts, teasing the leaking head with your thumb from time to time. His body is trembling from both effort and pleasure, and you’re absolutely mesmerized by this gorgeous man.
“Doyoung,” you moan lowly as he unexpectedly moves to the side and slides lower, just enough to take one of your nipples into his mouth.
He sucks, lick and bites gently – all that while still fucking your hand tightly wrapped around his shaft. You almost laugh reminding yourself that he’s indeed known for his multitasking skills.
“I–I’m close,” he grunts pressing his face in between your breasts and gripping the edge of the bathtub tighter.
You know that already from the way his hips stutter, the way the muscles of his abdomen tense so deliciously. But he can’t just come like that, when you two are sitting in the tub full of water.
“Don’t come yet, love,” you murmur softly, and he immediately stops moving altogether.
You sigh heavily as your pussy throbs in response to his behaviour.
“Honestly Doyoung, do you even know what you’re doing to me when you’re this obedient? I want to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk,” you growl kissing his shoulder as your hand lazily pumps his cock.
When his body starts to tense once again, you let go of his dick, letting it rest against his abdomen as you proceed with placing open-mouthed kisses everywhere you can reach. Doyoung’s panting heavily as his cock continues to bob from time to time, but you pretend not to notice.
“You’re good for me, love. Stand up,” you say already licking your lips.
Careful not to slip Doyoung does as told and turns around to face you. His breath hitches audibly when you press your cheek against his hard length with a smirk playing on your lips. He moans hoarsely when you lick the sensitive skin before taking him into your mouth. You look up at him doing so only to find him gaping at you already with utter awe and adoration written across his face.
“Please,” he begs desperately, and you simply nod as your mouth’s currently full of his cock.
He cries out your name while spending down your throat, and you continue to suck him off until he pleads for you to stop. Doyoung slowly sits back between your legs, body still trembling slightly as you hug him tightly from behind.
“Mine,” you softly whisper, and he nods only with a goofy grin on his face.
“Yours.”
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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.”
Y/n has a thing for tattoos and when they show up to watch the Punch photoshoot they are having a hard time with how good everyone looks. Causing Doyoung’s jealous side to appear.
Part of the long term couples series
When Doyoung invited you to come watch their photoshoot you weren’t sure what to expect. You knew that they were all going to look gorgeous, they were good looking when they weren’t all done up, but there was no way that you could have possibly prepared yourself for what you were walking into. Following one of their managers you looked around the set taking everything in. You didn’t realize just how much went into a photo shoot. There were props everywhere. Staff running around to get everything prepared.
“You can wait here they are just finishing up their makeup and they’ll be right out,” the manager tells you pointing to an area of couches and chairs that are set up. You take a seat on the couch and give the manager a nod of understanding. You continue to look around when you hear your name being called out.
Looking towards the voice that called your name your mouth drops open. Doyoung is making his way towards you dressed in all black. He has on a leather jacket and underneath it is an assortment of chains and straps. Doyoung smiles as he approaches you and leans in to peck you on the cheek. When he pulls away a smirk appears on his face as you continue to stare at him with your mouth hanging open.
“Are you trying to catch flies?” He questions, closing your mouth you glare up at him.
“I don’t like you anymore. How could you invite me here knowing that you were going to look like that!” Waving your arm up and down at him. He should have warned you as your boyfriend it was his job to warn you of any possibly harm that you come your way.
Rolling his eyes Doyoung takes a seat next to you and pulls you into his side. You try to squirm away. Shoving at his side and lightly kicking him. Doyoung doesn’t let you go and just pulls you in closer to him.
“Seriously Doyoung you should have warned me that you were going to look like this,” you complain giving up on escaping him and letting him pull you in close to his side. You already thought he was hot but seeing him dressed in all black with that leather jacket and chains and belts you weren’t sure if you were going to make it out of this photoshoot alive.
“I think you’re a little dramatic here. This isn’t the first time that you’ve seen me done up for a photoshoot.”
“This is different. I’ve only ever seen you in photo’s not in person. It’s completely different,” you argue. How could he not know the effect that he would have on you.
“Can’t you just say that I look good!” Doyoung protest giving your waist a squeeze. Rolling your eyes at him you soften towards him. If it was anyone else demanding a compliment you wouldn’t give it. But since it was Doyoung you knew that he wasn’t asking for it to be vain. He was asking because he needed the assurance from you that he looked good.
He had been nervous when he invited you to the photoshoot and you were sure that he was still nervous. Doyoung liked to act like things didn’t bother him and that he didn’t care what others thought but you knew differently. You knew that he cared and that he genuinely cared about what you thought of him.
“You look amazing. In fact, you look so good I’m worried I’m going to have to fight off hordes of people wanting to get at you,” leaning into you Doyoung is about to kiss you when another body comes slamming into yours.
“Y/n!” Yuta sings as the two of you fall back onto the couch, Yuta wrapping his arms around you. You hear Doyoung huffing in protest but ignore him for the time being. Instead, you focus your attention on Yuta who is smiling down at you.
“Yuta! You look hot!” The exclamation falls out of your mouth as you take in his bleach blonde hair, tattoos, and black outfit. Doyoung’s ‘hey’ can be heard and the two of you roll your eyes before you sit up.
“Doyoung of course you are the hottest.” You tell him leaning over Yuta to kiss the tip of his nose. Causing Yuta to gag at the display of affection.
“Shut up I’ve seen you being sweet with your girlfriend thousands of times.” You scold Yuta while giving him a small shove. Jaehyun and Johnny arrive next, and your eyes widen at the sight of them causing Doyoung to slump back into the couch, arms crossed over his chest, and a glare firmly in place.
“Hi Y/n glad you could join us.” Johnny smiles at you as you take in him and Jaehyun. Jaehyun has a small smile that graces his face that only widens when he sees the murderous expression that sits on Doyoung’s face.
“I’m just going to say this now whoever came up with this concept is a saint and deserves a raise,” you look around at all the men unable to handle all the black, leather, chains, and tattoos. You always had a thing for men with tattoo’s and seeing all of them done up like this was really making it hard for you to focus. Thankfully Doyoung didn’t have any tattoos on him, or you don’t think you would be breathing.
Johnny and Yuta laugh causing Doyoung to scowl more. Yuta bumps into Doyoung and you smile over at him, “I still like you the best.”
“Y/n don’t lie to Doyoung we saw you checking out our tattoos,” Jaehyun teases and you feel a blush spread across your face.
“Y/n!” Doyoung shouts as you throw up your hands in exasperation.
“What I’m sorry okay! You know that I have a thing for tattoos. The artist who did their tattoos did an amazing job and they look good. You can’t be mad at me for appreciating art. If you had tattoos on you as well, I would be drooling over you more than I already am. So, thank god you don’t have any on you.” You babble as everyone around you but Doyoung smirks.
“So, you’re drooling over them more than me because they have tattoos.” The men around you snicker, and you shoot them all a glare.
“No! I just like them, but I like your look the most okay.” You get up from your spot on the couch to move onto Doyoung’s lap wrapping your arms around him. Doyoung’s arms settle around your waist. “You will always be the hottest person in the room to me.”
“Y/n you’re here!” Taeyong smiles as he walks towards your group, and you try to keep your face neutral you really do but seeing Taeyong with an arm tattoo and that leather vest it’s hard not to react to how good he looks.
“That’s it,” Doyoung stands making you fall off his lap and almost onto the floor if it wasn’t for Yuta catching you, “I want a tattoo.”
You all watch as Doyoung storms off back towards the make up artist. The group of men laugh and shake their heads as you fidget beside Yuta. You didn’t want Doyoung to think that you found his members more attractive than him. Because you didn’t you just really liked the tattoos that were drawn onto them, and you couldn’t help but stare. Like you had told Doyoung if he had any on him you wouldn’t be able to look away from him.
“Don’t worry Y/n he’s fine. You know how Doyoung is he can be touchy and sometimes he let’s his emotions get the better of him,” Yuta assures you. You nod and watch as Doyoung makes his way back towards your group. Everyone disappears as Doyoung nears you and you don’t know if you should thank them or be mad at them for abandoning you.
“Are you getting a tattoo put on you?”
“No,” Doyoung snaps as he looks down at you. Taking a deep breath, you stand so you are level with Doyoung and reach out for his hand. He doesn’t pull away from you and you take that as a good sign.
“Doyoung, I know we haven’t been together long and that we are still figuring each other out but you need to know that just because I like your members look for this photoshoot doesn’t mean that I like them more than you.”
Doyoung hangs his head, and you notice a slight blush that spreads across his cheeks, “I know I just got jealous and not because I think you like them more than me but because you liked their tattoos, and I don’t have any and I guess I just didn’t like them getting any of your attention.”
Stepping into Doyoung’s face you tilt his chin up towards your face so he’s looking into your eyes. You give him a reassuring smile before you give him a gentle kiss on the lips.
“We’ll work on it and if we’re going to be honest with each other I’m glad that you don’t have any tattoos on you. I don’t think I would be able to keep my hands off of you.” Doyoung smiles at that and the two of you relax into one another.
“Now I really want to get a tattoo,” You laugh dropping your head against Doyoung’s chest. He laughs with you, pulling you closer into him.
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.
