⤑ pairing: doh kyungsoo x gn!reader
⤑ genre: fluff, established relationship, birthday au, non-idol au
⤑ summary: today seems to be kyungsoo's 'lucky day' (alternatively: you celebrate kyungsoo's birthday without saying the word 'birthday')
⤑ warnings: none
⤑ word count: 0.4k
a/n: happiest birthday to my favorite emotional support kpop boy (ಥ﹏ಥ) my little pookie deserves the world and more! <(`^´)>
It started like any other day, but a subtle smile played on your lips as you watched Kyungsoo, your fairly new beau, absorbed in his usual routine. Today was different, though. Today was his birthday, a fact he had conveniently left out. But it wasn't a secret you uncovered willingly. It was a chance encounter with one of Kyungsoo's friends who spilled the truth, setting your plan into motion.
Knowing Kyungsoo wasn't one to make a fuss about himself, you were determined to make his day special without explicitly acknowledging the occasion, so you came up with a plan. The goal: enjoy a day filled with small celebrations, all without uttering the word 'birthday.'
You started with a cozy breakfast at a cafe you two frequented. As Kyungsoo took the first bite of his tiramisu bread, the waitress offered a warm smile, saying, "On the house for you today." He thanked her, glancing at you with a puzzled look in his eyes. You shrugged it off, attributing it to the two of you being recognized as their patrons with how often you visited the place.
As you continued your day, you noticed the pattern repeating–a discount at the bookstore, a free dessert at his favorite restaurant, and even a street musician playing his favorite song without any specific request. Each time, Kyungsoo would look at you with an arched eyebrow, confusion growing, as he silently questioned the unusual occurrences. You'd merely respond with a casual smile, insisting it was just a lucky day.
Throughout the day, you watched as Kyungsoo enjoyed the perks, a bemused smile gracing his lips. It was almost as if the universe conspired to grant him small pleasures, and yet, not a single person wished him a happy birthday outright. It seemed he was growing more perplexed with each passing "coincidence."
As the day waned, you led Kyungsoo back to your apartment for your weekly movie nights. The air buzzed with anticipation as he settled onto your couch, scrolling through movie options for the evening.
Briefly excusing yourself, you reappeared in the living room with a simple yet beautifully decorated cake adorned with a lone candle in your hand. His eyes widened as you playfully sang, "Guess who found a whole cake in my fridge~~"
"How did you know?" Kyungsoo's voice held a mix of surprise and amusement.
You grinned, replying, "Just a hunch." But as he blew out the candle, it dawned on him. The scattered hints throughout the day, the special treatment–it all clicked.
"You knew it was my birthday," he marveled, connecting the dots. "But why didn't anyone just say it?"
A chuckle escaped you, savoring the moment of realization brightening his features. "Because birthdays are your least favorite topic, and I wanted to make it special without making you uncomfortable."
Kyungsoo's gaze softened, a grateful smile playing on his lips. "You're something else, you know that?"
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Hello, can u do one with Kyungsoo where they’re playing with some friends true or dare and they challenge the reader to kiss Kyungsoo, after that they start to feel something for each other? Thank u
Truth or Dare
⤑ pairing: d.o. / doh kyungsoo x f!reader (ft. supportive besties chanyeol and baekhyun)
⤑ genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, college au
⤑ summary: you and kyungsoo hate each other, or so it seems
⤑ warnings: mentions of alcohol
⤑ word count: 1.1k
Kyungsoo and you had a long-standing feud that had baffled their friends for years. Constant bickering, the exchange of biting sarcasm, and eye rolls that had become so routine it was practically a daily ritual. It seemed that not a single day could pass without at least one of these skirmishes erupting between you both.
Little did Kyungsoo and your friends know, as well as the culprits themselves, concealed beneath this thick blanket of animosity lay an undeniable attraction and an intricate web of unresolved sexual tension was a secret that neither of you had dared to acknowledge, let alone act upon.
A house party was being held at Chanyeol's, one of Kyungsoo's best friends, place. Raucous laughter, loud music, and the scent of alcohol filled the atmosphere, so infectious, that even you and Kyungsoo found it difficult to resist its charm.
The evening progressed from sober conversations to playful drinking games, culminating in a spirited round of truth or dare. The group settled in, gathering in a circle on the living room floor, a bottle of vodka serving as their makeshift spinner.
The bottle spun way too quickly for Kyungsoo's liking that it made him woozy especially when coupled with the alcohol he'd ingested throughout the evening.
The room buzzed with lively chatter as they eagerly anticipated the bottle's choice. When it finally stopped spinning, the person it was pointing toward sent an inexplicable sense of nervousness coursing through Kyungsoo's veins. It hadn't landed on him, so why did his stomach flutter with a strange anticipation?
With a gradual deceleration, the bottle settled on the person seated directly across from Kyungsoo—you. The room erupted in jubilant cheers, and you, radiating confidence, boldly chose 'dare' with a self-assured smirk.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun, both of whom are Kyungsoo's long-time best friends, had long harbored suspicions about their dear friend's animosity towards you. They sensed that there was more to his demeanor around you than met the eye, convinced that some hidden reason lay behind his reactions, be it at the mere sight of you or the mention of your name.
Exchanging sly, knowing glances and whispering to each other, the scheming duo plotted their next move.
Baekhyun, unable to contain himself, cleared his throat and announced the dare with a dramatic flair, "We dare you to kiss Kyungsoo!"
Your cheeks instantly flamed crimson as your gaze locked onto Kyungsoo, who was now the center of attention. He tried to maintain his composure, but his heart threatened to burst from his chest. The room grew silent, the tension reaching a fever pitch as you hesitated.
"What a lame dare, Baekhyun," you retorted, your voice tinged with a mix of incredulity and embarrassment.
"Come on, ___!" urged Chanyeol, playing the role of the supportive friend, "It's just a game."
Both you and Kyungsoo were taken aback by the audacious dare and its implications. The tension in the room was unmistakable and everyone knew this was the moment they had all been waiting for. Baekhyun, seizing the opportunity to add a touch of mischief, couldn't help himself, "It has to be at least ten seconds long, lovebirds!"
Kyungsoo shot a glare at Baekhyun's egging, causing the latter and his scheming partner to erupt in laughter. He, begrudgingly but with a hint of curiosity, leaned in toward you, his heart pounding in his chest. "Let's just get this over with," he muttered, his voice betraying a touch of shakiness.
You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes at Kyungsoo's words. Did you really hate him that much? That the idea of his lips on yours was unbearable?
So you met him halfway. Kyungsoo's heart pounded in his chest as his lips hesitantly brushed against yours as if testing the waters of this uncharted territory. At first, the kiss was delicate and uncertain, both of you tentatively exploring the newfound sensations. His mind raced with intrusive thoughts, battling against the rising tide of desire that threatened to consume him.
Your lips, warm and velvety, felt like a revelation against his own. At that moment, he couldn't resist the urge to let his inhibitions slip away. Gently, he bit your lower lip, savoring the plumpness of it. Nibbling playfully, he surrendered to the intoxicating taste of your breath, laced with the remnants of the evening's alcohol you both indulged in. It was a tantalizing mixture of sweetness and desire, a sensation that sent shivers down your spine. The world around him faded into a distant haze and he felt tipsy all over again.
Time seemed to stretch infinitely as he kissed you, and Kyungsoo found himself not wanting it to end. He just couldn't get enough of you. He craved more of your warmth, his desire akin to a magnetic pull that held him in the embrace of this newfound passion.
It was only when your gentle push created a small distance between your lips and his that Kyungsoo reluctantly realized that the kiss had ended. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, revealing your widened pupils and lips that were slightly swollen from the intensity of the exchange. I did that, he thought, a sense of both awe and wonder washing over him. The kiss left the both of you breathless, chests heaving with the aftermath of your passionate kiss. The cheers and laughter of your friends erupted like distant echoes, but neither Kyungsoo nor you paid attention. The only sound that mattered at the moment was the rhythmic beat of your own hearts.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun, who had been watching the exchange intently, found themselves unable to contain their amusement any longer. Laughter bubbled up from within them, escaping in hearty bursts of mirth. "I told you, Kyungsoo!" Chanyeol exclaimed, his eyes twinkling mischieviously, "You hate ___ because you actually like her!"
Baekhyun, never one to miss an opportunity to add his own flair, chimed in with a wink aimed at Kyungsoo. "I think that was a dare well done."
Chanyeol couldn't resist a playful nudge in Kyungsoo's direction, accompanied by a grin that screamed 'I told you so.' "You two make such a cute couple."
Kyungsoo and you, still in a daze from the kiss and the unexpected turn of events, couldn't help but let out nervous laughter too. It was a strange feeling, realizing that their intense dislike for each other had been nothing more than a facade to mask their true, hidden feelings. The tension that had gripped them for so long had finally been broken, and in its place, a spark of attraction had been ignited.
As they laughed, the room seemed to brighten around them. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a new reality where they saw each other in a completely different light. The kiss had indeed ignited a fire between Kyungsoo and you, one that neither of them could ignore. It was as though a floodgate of emotions had burst open, and they couldn't help but gravitate toward each other with an irresistible force that had been awakened that night.
Hi🩵 can i get one with Kyungsoo? Where he and the reader go to Greece to celebrate their first anniversary, and it’s all fluffy and romantic also because it’s kyun’s first relationship after so many years… thank u
First Time in a Long Time
⤑ pairing: d.o. / doh kyungsoo x reader
⤑ genre: fluff, very light angst (overthinker soo ಥ_ಥ), established relationship, non-idol au
⤑ summary: kyungsoo and reader spend their first anniversary in greece, but kyungsoo has some worries
⤑ warnings: none
⤑ word count: 2.0k
a/n: sorry this took awhile anon but thank you for requesting still ^^ hope you enjoy this~
Kyungsoo stared out of the airplane window, the azure waters of the Aegean Sea coming into view as the plane descended towards Athens. It had been a whirlwind year since he had met you and now they were flying to Greece to celebrate their first anniversary.
He felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. However, the nerves Kyungsoo felt weren't just due to the lengthy plane ride to an unfamiliar place, rather, there were a couple of reasons.
One of which was the fact that he was about to celebrate his first anniversary with you which was a significant milestone in their relationship. It was his first serious and committed relationship after many years of being single and he wasn't entirely versed to the idea of celebrating anniversaries and expressing deep romantic feelings to another. Sure, he's had his share of blind dates and flings here and there, but they never turned serious. They were all superficial and surface-level relationships, if they were even considered relationships in the first place. The thought of being in a committed relationship and navigating the complexities of love made Kyungsoo feel a bit apprehensive.
Another would be living up to your expectations for the trip since you had essentially planned the entire getaway. You put so much effort into making this trip romantic and special–they were in Greece for goodness sake!–that Kyungsoo worried about measuring up to your enthusiasm and devotion. He felt incredibly touched by the effort you put into making everything perfect, not just for you, but for him as well. It's not that he didn't want to go to this trip with you–he did, very much so–but he just didn't want to disappoint you or make you feel that he wasn't as equally invested in the relationship as you are.
As the plane touched down and they disembarked, Kyungsoo couldn't help but steal glances at you who was beaming with excitement. He took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, and you looked up at him with a soft smile.
"Can you believe it's been a year already?" you said, your voice filled with warmth.
Kyungsoo chuckled nervously, giving your hand a tight squeeze to ground himself. "Yeah, time really flew by, didn't it?"
You laughed and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't worry, Soo, I'm not expecting you to be an expert at these things," you reassured him as your fingers gently caressed his cheek, "I just wanted to spend this time with you in a beautiful place."
As you and Kyungsoo made your way from the airport to their hotel in Athens, they were greeted by a captivating tapestry of sights that left them both gazing in awe. The drive to their hotel took them through the heart of the city, offering glimpses of famous landmarks, charming neighborhoods, and stunning natural beauty.
The roads were lined with trees and vibrant flowers, their colors brightened by the Mediterranean sun. Bougainvillaea vines cascaded over wrought-iron fences, splashing shades of fuchsia, purple, and coral against white walls. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms, infusing the atmosphere with a sense of romance.
Their journey offered glimpses of the Acropolis in the distance, its iconic Parthenon perched atop the hill like a guardian of the city's past. The sight was simply breathtaking. You leaned over to Kyungsoo, your eyes shining with excitement.
"Kyungsoo, look! I only saw that in pictures! I can’t believe we’re really here," you exclaimed, your voice filled with childlike wonder.
The sight of you being incredibly excited and in awe, as if you were a little kid celebrating Christmas, made Kyungsoo's heart swell. The urge to ruffle your hair was so strong that he allowed himself to do so instead of holding himself back. It turned out to be a good decision as he was rewarded with a breathtaking smile from you in return.
Kyungsoo nodded, his own eyes captivated by the ancient wonder. "It's incredible," he replied, a mixture of reverence and amazement in his tone.
As they continued their journey, the taxi climbed a winding road that led them to their hotel, situated on a hill overlooking the city. When they arrived, they were greeted by a panoramic view that took their breath away. The hotel's terrace provided an unobstructed vista of the Acropolis illuminated against the approaching evening sky, its majestic columns bathed in a warm golden glow.
You gasped in delight, your hand flying to your mouth. "Oh, Kyungsoo, come look at this! It's like a dream come true!"
Kyungsoo moved to stand beside you as his attention was called, his gaze firmly fixed on you. In Kyungsoo’s eyes, the view that you were currently admiring seemed to blur to a mere background, making you the subject. It felt like he was staring in awe at a mesmerizing painting in a museum, but in Kyungsoo’s case, it was reality. A reality he was glad to witness and exist in.
"I've never seen anything like it," he admitted, his voice tinged with awe as his heart raced against his chest.
The terrace was adorned with flickering candles and scattered rose petals, the soft illumination creating an ambiance of intimacy and romance that it felt like something out of a fairy tale. The city below twinkled with lights as dusk settled, casting a spell of enchantment over the landscape.
As they took in the view, Kyungsoo slipped his arm around your waist, drawing you close to him. "This is beyond anything I could have imagined, ___," he whispered.
You nestled against his warmth, your eyes sparkling as you looked up at him. "I'm so glad we're here together, Kyungsoo. Thank you for coming with me."
As a look of understanding passed between the couple, they leaned in to share a deep, passionate kiss that conveyed their thoughts and emotions without words needing to be said out loud.
Over the next few days, they explored the historic streets of Athens, holding hands as they visited ancient ruins, vibrant markets, and delicious restaurants–truly a complete cultural experience. They took typical tourist photos, marveled at the history-rich architecture, indulged in Greek cuisine, shopped for souvenirs, shared gelato as they strolled through picturesque streets, and watched the sunset from a hill overlooking the city.
On their actual anniversary day, you surprised Kyungsoo with a private boat tour around the Greek islands. They sailed on crystal-clear waters, surrounded by the beauty of the Aegean Sea.
As they sat across each other on the prepared seats for dining at the deck, with the sun setting behind them, Kyungsoo finally found the courage to express his feelings.
The soft glow of the candlelight illuminated their faces as they basked in a quiet moment together. The distant hum of the waves around seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their intimate bubble.
Kyungsoo took a deep breath, his fingers anxiously tracing patterns on the tablecloth. He turned to you, his eyes searching yours, a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity in his gaze.
"___," he began, his voice gentle but slightly shaky, "there's something I want to share with you. It's about my feelings... about us."
You turned your full attention to him, your warm eyes encouraging him to continue. "You can tell me anything, Soo."
He nodded, finding comfort in your reassuring presence. "You see, before I met you, I hadn't been in a serious relationship for a long time," he started off, hands fidgeting on the table, "And even though I've had my share of friendships and whatnot, the idea of celebrating anniversaries and expressing deep emotions is still a bit new to me."
Kyungsoo's difficulty in expressing feelings is not something uncommon in relationships and it doesn't necessarily indicate his lack of love or commitment for you. It's just that this extended period of singleness have made him rusty when it came to navigating the intricacies of romantic relationships and that included the expression of his deep, honest emotions.
Coupled with his reserved nature, this also applied to his communication style when it came to expressing emotions. He's aware of what he feels for you but he would find it a bit challenging to articulate these feelings compared to someone who is naturally more expressive.
You reached across the table and placed your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Soo, it's okay. I understand. You don't have to be perfect at this because that's what makes each relationship unique and special, don't you think?"
Kyungsoo nodded, feeling his apprehension slowly ebb away, as he met the warm pools of your eyes. "All that matters is that we're here, together, and we're creating something beautiful."
He took a moment to absorb your words, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders as he felt understood by you, the person who mattered to him the most.
Kyungsoo smiled gratefully at you. "___, I want you to know that I love you and appreciate you more than words can say. You make me a better man, no, you make me want to be a better man. Not just for you, not just for our love, but for myself as well. And from the moment you walked into my life, everything has been brighter with you around."
As Kyungsoo shared his heartfelt confession with you, your eyes that initially sparkled with affection now began to shimmer with tears of joy, and a radiant smile spread across your face. You listened intently to every word, hung onto his every syllable as the sincerity and depth of his emotions resonated in the air.
"I know I'm still learning, ___. Learning about how to be in a committed relationship, how to express my feelings openly, and how to embrace beautiful moments like this."
You leaned in, your expression soft and sincere. "You're doing wonderfully, my love. I appreciate your honesty and your willingness to open up, I know it must've been difficult for you."
Kyungsoo felt a sense of relief wash over him. He realized that you valued his efforts and understood his struggles with communicating his feelings, making him feel more at ease than he had ever been. "Thank you, ___. Thank you for being patient with me and for giving me the chance to learn and grow."
When he finished talking, your thumb gently brushed over his hand, your touch soothing and reassuring. Your voice trembled slightly with emotion as you responded, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
You leaned in, your lips meeting his in a tender, passionate kiss, sealing their shared moment of vulnerability and love, hearts swelling with emotion. As they parted, you gazed deeply into his eyes, your own brimming with affection.
They shared a tender smile, their hands still intertwined. In that moment, Kyungsoo felt a deeper connection with you, a connection that transcended any anxieties he had about relationships.
The boat gently rocked on the water as they held each other, cocooning them in an atmosphere of intimacy and understanding. They laughed, shared stories, and made plans for the days ahead, strengthening their bond and savoring the beauty of their journey in Greece.
As the trip came to an end, you and Kyungsoo sat on a beach, watching the waves crash against the shore. He entwined his fingers with yours, feeling a sense of contentment he had never experienced before.
"You know," Kyungsoo said with a soft smile, "I might not have much experience with romance and anniversaries, but I promise to always try my best for you."
You leaned your head on his shoulder, your smile radiant. "And that's all I could ever ask for. I love you, Doh Kyungsoo."
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the tranquil sea, you and Kyungsoo embraced, knowing that their story of love was simply just beginning, filled with passion, romance, and a shared promise to cherish every moment they had together.
⤑ pairing: d.o. / doh kyungsoo x gn!reader
⤑ genre: fluff, established relationship
⤑ summary: what it is like being in a relationship with kyungsoo
⤑ warnings: none
⤑ word count: 1.2k
a/n: i'm not sure if this is what you meant anon but thank you for requesting~ also trying another writing style ><
Kyungsoo, as a lover, has a heartwarming approach when it comes to his partner. With his genuine and caring nature, he creates a space where his partner feels cherished and valued at every moment.
Despite being reserved and private in nature, Kyungsoo shows his love and appreciation through small yet thoughtful gestures. He's not really one to do grand, over-the-top gestures, rather, he's the type to remember trivial little things about his partner that were said in passing. Like the book they mentioned wanting to read, how they prefer the sugar level of their coffee is, or that one time they suddenly remembered a snack they had as a child and wanting to eat it again for old time's sake. His surprises are truly genuine and heartwarming.
Moreover, he would leave surprise notes or simple yet thoughtful gifts for his partner, whether it's a simple "good morning" or "i made you lunch" messages, or a handpicked bouquet of your favorite flowers. His partner would love these gestures because even with their simplicity, they would still manage to touch their heart in the most meaningful way.
When Kyungsoo does choose to share about his relationship in public, they are through very subtle ways. He might drop subtle hints or mentions about his partner during interviews which could be a reference to a shared interest, an anecdote from their time together, or a simple acknowledgement of his partner's support, all done without giving too much away.
While he's not one to constantly post or share personal details online, there might be moments where Kyungsoo would post a photo or a thoughtful message that subtly alludes to their relationship. It could be a photo of the food him and his partner ate, a scenery shot from a trip his partner took, or a cryptic caption that holds special meaning for him and his partner.
Every now and then, however, he would also infuse into their relationship surprises and adventures to keep the spark alive. Kyungsoo would take the lead and plan, getting especially excited when it comes to the food part of the trip. It really is a no brainer that he is a foodie at heart. He would specifically add in the itinerary going to the restaurant or place, especially if it's something that he has never tried before or sounds odd and interesting, because he would want him and his partner to try them.
It is also no secret that Kyungsoo has a busy schedule. But for his partner, he would prioritize their quality time together. Kyungsoo enjoys spending quality time together with his partner, whether it's cooking together or for his partner, going for long drives while singing or humming along to the radio, cuddling up while watching a movie together, helping him learn his lines, going karaoke together, or simply spending a cozy evening at home. He especially cherishes the quiet, intimate moments shared with his partner, valuing these moments of closeness above all else.
However, when Kyungsoo discovers a new hobby or interest, his partner would always be the first to know because he would want to do them with his partner. Whether it be exploring new cuisines, indulging in movie marathons, or embarking on spontaneous road trips, he would be eager to create memories that are uniquely theirs.
Communication is the cornerstone of Kyungsoo's relationship habits. Although, there may be some moments of feeling a sense of jealousy wash over him, he wouldn't act on it immediately once he feels them. It would sit in his mind, but he would eventually talk about it with his partner when they are finally alone together in a safe space. He would never do it in public because he incredibly values his and his partner's privacy.
When he does talk it out with his partner, he would make sure that his emotions would not cloud his judgement and would create an open and safe space where his partner would feel comfortable discussing anything and everything. They would work together to address their misunderstandings and disputes, allowing their relationship to evolve and grow.
Having that said, Kyungsoo would be a good person to vent out and talk to especially coupled with his calming deep and full voice. He is rational yet empathic at the same time. He's an active listener so he would give comments every now and then as well as ask questions as his partner talks. He genuinely cares about his partner's thoughts, concerns, and dreams, and would share his in return as well. He would always want his partner to know that he can be someone they can turn to for support, knowing that he'll give them his full attention and provide thoughtful advice or opinion whenever needed.
In terms of sense of humor, Kyungsoo's is a delightful blend of wit, playfulness, and a touch of charming sarcasm. Conversations with him are sprinkled with witty exchanges and playful banter that keeps his partner on their toes, often finding themselves engaging in friendly wordplay. His sarcastic remarks are delivered with a charming smile and a twinkle in his eye that his partner would slowly grow to appreciate. Dry humor and clever comments of his never fail to catch his partner off guard in the most amusing way.
While he deeply values their relationship, Kyungsoo also respects his partner's independence. He would encourage his partner to pursue their passions, hobbies, friendships outside the relationship, and dreams, understanding the importance of maintaining a sense of self, making his partner not entirely dependent on him. He believes that relationships are an avenue for personal growth that they'll find themselves evolving and learning together, supporting each other's journey to becoming better individuals.
In times of joy and struggle, Kyungsoo remains a steadfast pillar of emotional support (a/n: personally, he's my emotional support kpop boy ಥ_ಥ). Given his job as an actor, besides being an idol, he is able to understand feelings a bit better through the help of studying the characters of the roles that he has done. He understands that life has its ups and downs, letting his partner know that he'll be there to offer comfort, encouragement, and reassurance, helping his partner navigate through their challenges with ease and grace.
Ultimately, Kyungsoo loves purely, boldly, and fiercely, loyal and committed to his partner. He is a compassionate and devoted lover who is unapologetically himself, not afraid to show his true self around his partner, and encourages his partner to be the same. There is a deep sense of comfort in knowing that his partner can be vulnerable and open without fear of judgement.
There's also a unique comfort in the silence Kyungsoo shares with his partner. Sometimes, they don't need words to communicate–a glance, a smile, or a touch can convey everything that Kyungsoo is feeling to his partner.
When Kyungsoo glances at his partner, his eyes are filled with warmth and gentleness. When he smiles at his partner, the best and purest of his heart-shaped smiles are reserved only for his partner's eyes to see. When he touches his partner, there is a silent reassurance that he will always be there for his partner. That's why, even if Kyungsoo may seem to sport a poker face or a deadpan expression all the time, it doesn't matter to his partner when they can enjoy all these glances, smiles, and touches that are specifically directed towards them alone. Moreover, his unwavering dedication is a source of stability and reassurance making his partner know that he's in it for the long run.
Above all, Kyungsoo sees his relationship as a partnership built on trust, respect, and mutual understanding. He's the type to not tolerate no nonsense and would set clear boundaries. He and his partner are a team, supporting each other's passions and dreams, and facing life's challenges together hand in hand.
⤑ pairing: do / doh kyungsoo x f.idol!reader
⤑ prompt: inspired by kyungsoo's reaction to hwasa's performance at the 2023 blue dragon film awards show
⤑ warnings: none
⤑ word count: 1.6k
The prestigious awards show was in full swing leaving the audience captivated by the dazzling performances. You, an incredibly talented singer and overall performer, were set to take the stage for your solo act.
Being a member of a top girl group in Korea, a powerhouse group known for its powerful vocals and captivating performances, it is safe to say that your group has and continues to conquer the music industry. With a steady rise in your group's popularity and influence, your name is known both locally and internationally.
Feeling a burning desire to showcase your individuality and artistry through a solo project, you decided to debut your first solo album. Blessed with the support of your group members and the agency, you finally embarked on a solo journey, pouring your heart and soul into creating a record that was truly your own.
Your solo debut quickly became a sensation that you were able to become a million-seller just with your pre-order sales, truly a testament to your great talent, immense popularity, and the emotional connection you forged with your fans. Your fame and success as a solo artist were unprecedented that you couldn't believe the overwhelming love and support you received. Fans, artists, and celebrities alike praised you for your breathtaking vocals and the emotional depth of your songs.
You've been performing in music shows and a couple of festivals but you've never been invited to perform at a renowned event such as the Blue Dragon Film Awards. You had always dreamed of becoming a successful artist and your hard work and talent had finally paid off. Extremely honored to be invited to perform as one of the main acts for this event, you knew that you had to deliver a performance that would leave a lasting impression.
The night of the awards show was a star-studded affair, with the biggest names in the film industry gracing the red carpet. You felt a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, nerves, and a deep sense of fulfillment.
With the lights dimmed and the spotlight shone on you, your radiant presence was made even more mesmerizing. Illuminating the stage with a soft glow, you finally began your performance. The music slowly starts playing making you move gracefully and confidently to the sultry rhythm.
And then your voice soared, filling the entire venue with its power and emotion. Every note sung, every movement made, all exuded confidence and charm. You left the audience spellbound that even fellow artists in attendance couldn't help but watch you in admiration because even your mere presence demanded attention.
The stage was your canvas and you painted a masterpiece that night, thus, showcasing your versatility as an artist.
A common thing to do during performances was to also showcase the audience watching. Their authentic reactions are highly anticipated by fans, especially with the biggest names in the industry, since you never know who'll be featured on the big LED screens until you see it up there itself.
The camera panned to different members of the audience, including your own members, capturing their reactions to your performance. They sweetly give hearts and applause to the camera as their support for you.
When the camera landed on Kyungsoo, his eyes were wide in awe and a very visible shape of an 'o' formed on his lips. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the stage that he failed to even notice the camera pan towards him as his eyes were firmly glued to the stage and you with your elegant and alluring movements that commanded the attention of everyone in the room.
Still mesmerized, Kyungsoo finally snapped back to reality with a glance toward the screen and snapped his mouth shut. He heard the crowd laugh. Seeing his face on the big screen, he was startled but he couldn't help but laugh as well. He found himself unable to articulate his racing thoughts, thus, resorting to showing two thumbs-up toward the camera coupled with a light shake of his head at the silliness of what transpired instead.
He's usually calm and composed at these types of things, literally the embodiment of professionalism, radiating a more reserved and mature demeanor compared to the other members from EXO, but this time around, it's different. Mainly due to his culture shock at your tantalizing yet vocally brilliant performance for this specific awards show, he couldn't contain his surprise that you were able to elicit a reaction like that from him.
Kyungsoo was genuinely mesmerized by your performance. He had always known that you were a talented singer and dancer with your group and his often competing against each other in music shows. But seeing you in your element, with such grace and sensuality, was an entirely different experience for Kyungsoo. Certainly a first. It was as if he was seeing a side of you that he had never known before and he couldn't help but be in awe.
As the performance continued, Kyungsoo's eyes remained glued to the stage, soaking in every moment of your dance and vocal prowess. He felt a mix of admiration and a newfound appreciation for your artistry. The way you moved, expressing yourself so freely, left him feeling both inspired and captivated.
As the last note echoed, the audience erupted into thunderous applause giving you a standing ovation. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you basked in the overwhelming love and support from the crowd. Kyungsoo joined in, clapping enthusiastically, his heart still pounding from the sheer brilliance of your performance.
As the camera returned to Kyungsoo, he couldn't help but smile widely, his admiration evident in his expression.
Little did Kyungsoo know that you had noticed his charming reaction during your performance. As you stepped off the stage, a radiant smile graced your lips knowing that your performance had left an impact on him.
Later that evening, Kyungsoo sought you out during the after-party. He made sure to wait for the right moment to strike up a conversation with you in a setting where the both of you can talk comfortably without any distractions.
He approached you with a warm smile, his heart still fluttering from the memory of your performance.
"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting anything but I just wanted to say that you were incredible tonight," Kyungsoo said, his voice tinged with admiration. "You owe me a new jaw because mine is still on the floor."
You laughed at his witty comment and then blushed once his words sunk in, a genuine compliment about you. "Thank you, D.O.-sshi. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
Kyungsoo chuckled, his eyes shining with sincerity. "You can just call me Kyungsoo," he offers, his heart-shaped smile making its appearance.
As he leaned in slightly, his voice was low and teasing. "You know, you have a way of leaving people speechless with your talent and charm. I must say, it's a dangerous combination."
You laughed, playfully nudging his shoulder. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Kyungsoo."
"Oh, I certainly hope so." He winked, enjoying the flirtatious banter.
"But that means a lot coming from you. I'm actually a big fan of your group," you shyly admit.
As you continued to chat, your conversation flowed effortlessly completely engrossed in each other's company that you even found yourself exchanging stories, laughter, and even a few silly dance moves.
With the party beginning to wind down, Kyungsoo suggested taking a stroll outside to get some fresh air and continue your conversation in a quieter setting.
"Would you like to take a walk with me? The sky looks beautiful tonight." His gaze was warm and inviting despite the cool night breeze. As you looked into his eyes, you couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull, an unspoken connection that transcended words.
Trusting your gut, you accept his proposal with an equally warm smile of your own. "I'd love that."
You walked together side by side enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, the faint sound of the party acting as your background noise. It was a comfortable silence with just the both of you enjoying each other's presence.
Your hands would occasionally brush against each other on accident and you would feel jolts of electricity whenever your hand or fingers come into contact with his skin. You try to distract yourself by rubbing your hands together but Kyungsoo simply interprets this as you feeling cold.
So without a word, he would place the blazer that he was wearing on your shoulders shaking his head when you were about to take it off to give it back to him.
Now standing face to face with you, he opens his mouth to speak.
"I must admit, I was a bit nervous about approaching you tonight but I'm really glad I did. You're so fascinating that I can't help but want to know more about you and what goes on in that pretty head of yours." Kyungsoo softly chuckles to himself, scratching his neck suddenly shy.
You feel the heat rise up to the apples of your cheeks. Kyungsoo has been complimenting you all night that you're slowly starting to worry that you'd turn into a tomato soon with how much he's been making you blush.
He has such a way with words that pairing that with those expressive eyes of his, you might as well start going crazy and just smash your lips on his soft, plump ones.
Caught up in your thoughts, you didn't quite catch Kyungsoo's question for you.
"Sorry?"
"I like you. I'd like to see you again if you'd allow me."
You nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Guess I'll have to return your jacket next time then."
And with that, you walk towards the calls of your manager from the distance and look back at Kyungsoo one last time before flashing him a wide grin.
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Author’s Note: i....wow. i just, wow. ive had this in a drafted form for a few months now and i guess tonight my blood just felt all of it all at once.
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader (oc; female)
Summary: Kyungsoo is the city’s most notorious club owner. You are the most in demand drug dealer. You both want each other dead. But then, doesn’t everyone crave un petit mort?
Genre: dark au (that reads almost like a gang/mafia au but isnt); smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: guns; mentions of breathplay; explicit sexual situations
Word Count: 2,502
The room makes you hungry. It’s Victorian in its design, amber wallpaper and a chandelier above a four-post bed that makes you cringe. It's gauche and unfamiliar, and you feel starved for the glass windows and hard lines of your modern apartment. But he's pulling you along, pulling you into a warm womb that's hot and heavy with anticipation, expectation, and the sour taste of finality.
You don't fit here. You don't fit with him. He's Vivienne Westwood suits and deep whiskey. You're a leather clad Vodka tonic that doesn't match the silk and satin life he's built, but he lives in contradictions - revels in the irony. The back of your mind aches with the knowledge that he wraps himself in a facade of polite informality, yet he has killed several of your employees, your friends, and he won't hesitate to kill you. He wears their blood on his hands like fine velvet gloves.
But you've killed just as many, and tonight you want to wear him.
Tugging on the hair you've pulled back with a band, you think about his ass in his finely tailored pants. You think about the drugs you sold him and the money he's moved to your bank account. You think about your clients, his clients - one and the same, really. You think about his throbbing dick and his wet mouth.
You think of how it came to this.
The alley makes your skin feel damp, clothes constricting the movements of your limbs like an amorous lover. This used to be your office, corner bound with a view to kill, but you promoted yourself. In lust and in your bed, men always asked your favourite position, eager to please, eager burn, and you always replied CEO. Pain was never cheap, and once you got a handle on demand you raked in the cash like collecting tears in a vile.
He’s bathed you in stereotype, on purpose. This meeting point exists to remind you that you are nothing to him, you are filth, squalor; this is his opinion, this is your full potential.
Glance at your watch. See that he’s twenty minutes late. Do Kyungsoo, the emperor of the downtown club scene. You are many things: a dealer, a chemist, a millionaire, occasionally murderer, a woman made for lipstick and bloodstains, but you are not tardy. Fondling the bullets in your pocket, you think of hunting him down and putting a hole between his eyes. It’s not the first time you’ve pictured it. It always makes you thirsty.
Eventually a brute of a man opens a metal door, and you blithely turn to see his face.
‘You Y/N?’ the guy asks.
He must be new.
‘Big man couldn’t show his own face?’ you shout, because you’re malicious and you’re bored.
‘Come with me,’ is all he says, although it does not escape you he matches your tone.
It’s when he drags his tongue along your jaw that you realize he never offered you a drink. You think you might like vodka or wine, anything to dull the senses.
His hands reach around to your back, fingers tugging at your belt loops when he finds your gun tucked gently between the waistband of your jeans and your back. When he fondles the metal he starts to smile, and you wonder if maybe he’s trying to make you feel nervous, like he’s peeled your skin back to make you vulnerable. He drags the barrel slowly along your spine, and you look into his eyes because everything about him is your distraction and you’re waiting for him to ask the question you know is coming.
‘Would you have used this on me?’ he asks slowly as he finally pulls the gun into view. You don’t look at it, only at him.
‘Maybe,’ you tease, because it’s true. You’ve been waiting to use it on him for years, and you can’t say you won’t in the morning. It would be breathtaking, the sight of him sucking the smoke from your gun.
Kyungsoo eyes the Semmerling like it’s a toy and cocks his eyebrow. ‘Do you trust me?’
‘No.’
He giggles like a boy, and places the gun to your temple. You don’t blink. You don’t flinch. You wonder if he feels a little disappointed that you’ve stared down the barrel of a gun enough times to know that no one pulls a trigger unless they’ve made a speech. Kyungsoo is too high strung for prose. Kyungsoo would never stain his fucking carpet.
‘Bang,’ he whispers, and he tosses the gun to the side, safety still on. It doesn’t escape your attention that you will be the death of one another. Your story doesn’t end with love, only sex and money and a power that neither of you are willing to share outside of a bed. Your story ends with the clashing of teeth and the tearing of skin.
Your story ends cold. Your story ends in blood.
He presides over everything, watching his clients with a detached sort of interest befit for a monument. Suit, tie, eyes almost as black as the chair he sits in, and strong knuckles that have shattered cheekbones. You’ve called him the Marble King, and here, on a VIP balcony overlooking a dance floor, he fits the title. A gargoyle waiting to be shattered, you’re excited to see what it’s like to break myths with your bare hands.
When you look at him, he’s grinning in the shadows over the rim of a glass, lips full and plump and begging to be torn apart. He waves his hand, gesticulating to a chair you don’t want to take, but you sit anyway and it doesn’t make you any less tense. To your right, a girl is dancing with….someone. A stranger. Her boyfriend. He drags his fingers up her tights like he’s trying to rip his way in. You wonder if she’s drunk. You wonder if she’s legal. You don’t really care about either of those things, but it still makes you wet.
‘Thank you for meeting me.’ His voice is cold, yet somehow remains rich and creamy - seductive without a purpose.
You turn back to him with a scowl, legs crossing beneath the table at the sight of his hard stare. Kyungsoo is dangerous, and you’ve always had a penchant for fondling the deadly.
‘Thank you for paying me.’ You pull out your phone, impatient, and so does he. The action holds him to the deal, the bank transfer, the very reason you are here at all. You pull up your account, waiting for him to make a move. His fingers barely twitch and one single refresh shows retribution in five zeroes.
‘I’m a man of my word,’ he sighs. The phone slides back into his coat pocket and you think of him as a snake. Idly, ou wonder how the scales of his skin would taste beneath your tongue.
‘Delete my information,’ you demand, gaze flashing to his chest and wishing you could pull his sternum away to see his beating heart. ‘Now. I want to see you do it.’
Kyungsoo narrows his eyes, but they glide over your figure like they’re calculating all your softest parts. He eyes you like he wants to cut you down. ‘Trust me, Princess. After this evening, you will have absolutely nothing that I want.’
You lean forward and you can smell him. A whole mouthful of his cologne accosts you and you swallow it, let yourself get drunk on it. ‘So what’s this then? A one time deal? They’ll come crawling back for more. You can’t handle the distribution.’ Your eyes glaze over the people dancing, drinking, drowning in excess to forget the trauma of their identity. He needs them. He needs you.
He leans forward, too, cocking his head to the side like he’s weighing your irrelevance against his desire for more money. ‘You aren’t the only dealer in L.A., honey. The necessity of you is sorely finite.’
His voice is a whisper that melts the iron of your indifference back to flesh. His voice is alcohol and misery, and just right temperature to burn you alive.
He undresses you like he’s skinning you alive, but you don’t put up a fight. It’s your apathy that startles you the most, more than his deft fingers and your swollen clit. There’s bullet holes where your passion used to be, and you never learned how love the good natured and the true. Soft words seemed to fracture on your tongue. But you didn’t come here for this.
You think of the money and you think of his nails scratching down your thighs. You think of the wetness of his tongue as he leaves hot, open mouth kisses along your skin, and the way he makes you feel absolutely drenched between your folds.
‘Did you pay me for the drugs or did you pay me for this?’ you ask, voice breathy and enjoying the sight of him on his knees. The position isn’t vulnerable, not the way it usually is. There’s no subservience in his eyes, just a dead sort curiosity gathered like a cesspool.
‘I paid you to serve your purpose.’ He doesn’t look up at you. He inspects your kneecap and you wonder if he’s thinking about breaking it.
You roll your eyes. ‘I’m not a prostitute.’
‘I don’t need a prostitute.’
Languidly, he drags one finger over your slit, gathering the wetness that has pooled over time. He keeps his eyes on you as he pulls his hand back, sucking on his fingers with hollowed cheeks.
‘I don’t need foreplay,’ you reply, one eyebrow cocked.
‘The money was the foreplay.’
‘You and I are far more similar than we’ve been giving each other credit for.’ He leans back in his chair, smiling, and part of you wants to lick the light off his teeth.
‘Are we?’ You’re snide and sharp, counting the turns of his glass as he absentmindedly spins it on the table, because you are a loaded gun and you never learned to be gentle. ‘I’m not pretentious and I’m not arrogant. I know what I’m about. And I don’t dress like I’m a fucking politician.’
Kyungsoo tilts his head back and laughs, the sound silenced by a heavy, rolling bass. ‘I think you could benefit from a lesson in style, Princess. Perhaps some tutelage from the design of your drugs.’
‘Chemistry,’ you spit, crossing your arms over your chest.
‘You’re highly adept at one type, perhaps...you’ve excelled in other areas as well?’
It doesn’t take you long to process his insinuation, to remember he wets his dick on risk.
You absorb the light of the club, skin white and pale. You’re a chameleon of malintent and he glows an impossible shade of gold. It comes from beneath his skin, inside his veins. He’s swallowed the Los Angeles sun, forcing himself and your business into the shadows as he turns daylight to ash on his tongue. It makes you want him. It makes you hate him. He’s the hot butter to your cold knife and you can’t wait to tear your way through him.
He’s a bad idea. This was a bad idea.
You’re addicted to bad ideas.
A balance is struck when the two of you crawl onto the satin sheets. You nip at his ear like you want to eviscerate him. There’s a hunger somewhere in you that means to consume him, and this is where you start - with the soft, fleshy bits of him that will roll of your tongue before you start gnawing on his bones. And he pulls at your back and shoulders like he wants to climb inside you, wear you like an evening suit with your hair as his tie.
Sex with him is grotesque, wet and violent and ugly like war. You grind your hips onto the thick hardness of his cock, nails pulling at his hips as you sit on top, and you wish his organs would spill into your waiting hand. He pushes at you, knocking you backward to the pillows to hover above you. Like this, he is prideful - perhaps, spiteful. With strong hands, he pushes your thighs far apart, lets the cool air tease the wetness of your folds for just a moment, before pumping himself twice and sheathing himself inside you with one, hard thrust.
And you, wide eyed and almost waiting to feel him die, wear him like armor. You wear him with a vicious, brutal smile.
He dominates over you like a champion, all fire and pride and hate. His thrusts are hard and pointed, leaving no room for intimacy or kindness. For this, you are glad. With every move of his hips, he grunts. With every upward thrust of your own, you drag your nails down his back and hope you are leaving marks. You hope he wears you for days.
‘What if I killed you?’ he asks, sliding his hands to your throat. The heel of his palms press gently, a warning.
‘I’d come back to life for you,’ you say, flatly. You’re waiting for him to push down or squeeze, his vindictive smile burning above you as your world turns black.
Part of you thinks about flipping him, about crushing him beneath your weight and letting him know that this is your game, that these are your rules. But you’ve played from the ground before, and have won with your hands tied, so instead you sit up and smirk at how he keeps his hands still, neither gentle nor aggressive, a mere warning of possibility. He falls back onto his thighs, and you keep him tight inside you as you lean forward to bite his lip.
Your teeth pierce the skin and he starts to bleed, you do what he won’t. It’s easy to break pretty things; they bleed easier, faster, sweeter, and he’s no different. You aren’t shocked by how quickly his lip gives way to iron. The skin of his hands is rough and calloused but his lips revel in decadence and you’re the first abrasive thing they’ve kissed.
‘I’d pull you down to hell with me.’ You suck the last of his blood from your tongue, tasting gunpowder, alcohol, and bitter disinterest. He’s every meal you’ve ever wanted, and you welcome him home.
‘Romantic,’ he mutters.
You bounce roughly on top of him, releasing one pleasured hiss as he nearly screams. Pleasure, pain, it doesn’t matter. It belongs to you. This belongs to you.
Kyungsoo guides you out of the club towards a car, a Maserati with tinted windows and red interior. A valet stands next to it, handing out the keys to a chauffeur and both avert their eyes as you slide in like gliding into hell.
Neither of you speak. You don’t touch.
A silent agreement is signed as the tires pull into the driveway of his Bel Air estate.
A/N: an open letter to falling in love
Pairing: Do x Reader
Rating: G
Word Count: 730
When you left for work this morning, the house smelled like you. Not like the breakfast you made, or your shampoo filtering through the wet shower, but you. I think what I’m trying to say is it smelled like your soul and all the things you carried with you when you moved in. I’ve never been good at this, at loving freely or openly, but when you laugh I can’t really seem to stop myself. I know it’s only been a few days, and I know it’s only been one night that we’ve started sharing a bed, but holding you last night I realized a lot of things.
Trivial things don’t matter anymore, not the way they used to. I like order, quiet, comfort - things that have a label and things that are neat, things that are easy to handle. You are none of those things - you are complicated and loud, sometimes irrational and always beautiful, and I never feel as truly alive as when I’m handling you. I realized I loved you at the same time I realized I didn’t care that you were impossible - it didn’t make me want to change you, it made me want to have you, hold you, show you off to the world and say the whole of humanity lives inside her, its mess and its recklessness, and she is mine.
You hog the bed sheets. I learned that when I woke up at 3AM, shivering, irritated, and already exhausted with the idea of letting someone else in. When I turned over, fist already bunching in the sheets, I saw your hair, messy, chaotic, sprawled over the pillows and I swooned. I don’t like watching people sleep, it makes me feel cruel, in a way, perverted and possessive, but I couldn’t help myself. In sleep, you become the quiet things I like, but it didn’t make you into something easy - instead, the moon turned you into something ethereal. My heart jumped into my chest as you breathed, even and peaceful, while your skin glowed and your blood flowed. I think it was mine rushing through my ears, but it sounded like yours, and I was bewitched by how you could consume me even in silence. I wanted to call you perfect, then, but even that word felt like a falsehood. So I said nothing, called you Goddess instead, and watched the dawn break over your cheeks.
We have too many wine glasses. An odd, silly thing to think about, but I’m used to only ever having just enough - nothing more and nothing less. When you moved in, you had a whole box devoted to them, and I wanted to laugh, but you pulled them and kept telling me there was something different and beautiful about each. It took me a long while to see it, but you grazed your fingers down each stem, traced each rim with a smile, and once, only once, lifted a glass to your nose as if you could smell the last drink it held. You fell through time, when you did that. I don’t think you noticed, but I did. For a while, it looked like you were pulling secrets from the glass - like, if it shattered, the noise would not be splintered glass but shouts of an I love you taking the flavor of a wedding wine. You came back to reality when you put it down, smiled at nothing or maybe it or maybe even my silence. I learned I loved you beyond comprehension that day, glad that you force things into nonsense. It means I have to remake the world around you into something better, something exciting.
I know you’re still sad you left him. I see it in the way you flip pancakes, or the way you brush your teeth. You lean over at odd angles, and sometimes don’t expect me to be looking you in the eye because you are so used to his height. You’re getting used to me - see, I’m remaking the world around you and you are relearning how to love a person. I’m learning that for the first time, and you’re doing it all over. I know it sounds like we’re doing different things, but really we are the same.
We’re learning to love each other.
I can’t wait to never understand how it looks, only how it feels.