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yall payed my doyoung imagine dust smh the boy deserved better but thats what i get for posting when it was 12 am LMAOOOOOO

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so i uh posted three new imagines one soulmate!au with haechan, one doyoung fluff and one taeyong fluff. I will be getting to the request i have in my inbox and I’ve also reopened my request. Next should be cuddling with chenle, morning after with ten and coffee shop au with ten. thanks for all the support! send me in more request here or dm it to me on my Twitter on @/heavenlyjaehyun

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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.