#doyoung reader

Pairing : Doyoung × Reader

Genre : fluff, strangers to friends to lovers au, college/university au, mutual pining, café is kinda main here.

Warnings : slapping, crying, teeny bit of angst, kissing. Don't worry it isn't anything extreme.

Summary : it all started with two cups of iced americano.

Word count : 2.7k

Taglist : @starrdustville @thechoppersan @cupidluvstarrz @ncvltrtchnlgy @jenoleemonade @bluejaem

Author's note : ahh, this is my first One-shot. Based loosely on request that @starrdustville sent in my previous blog. Leave a comment to let me know what you feel about this one. I have worked for this one for a week and I am kinda proud of my improvement but I feel I could have done better now that I have read it almost ten times, but lemme know what you all think!. I hope you all like it! If there are any mistakes, please let me know.

You glance up from the screen of the mobile to greet the orbs of the male who had entered the class. The brown eyes roamed through your face and then looked away, choosing a place in the class’s backward.

Mysterious brown eyes were the first thing you noticed about the new transfer student. He was aloof, remaining silent throughout the class. You could never find him chatting with anybody. He consistently preferred taking the last seat in the class. He was suave, with soft boyish qualities. You had been looking at him at whatever chance you received for the recent few days. It was challenging to not acknowledge him; the dude had silky soft hair through which he would run his hand occasionally throughout the class. The transfer student wore dark colors, which made him appear even more alluring than the rest of your class boys. He was lean and was taller than you.

Ive wanted to post somthing for a while but the other members will come out soon. Thanks so much for requesting acxevvi

Taeyong

He would be cooking for his friends, (Y/n) would be sitting on the counter taste testing things. Taeyong wouldn't let him do anything. Being honest, (Y/n) didn't want Taeyong to tell him he was cutting up peppers wrong. Taeyong's hair was parted in the middle as the steam blew in his face. He turned for a fresh spoon and dipped it in the tteokbokki pan. (Y/n) saw the spoon in his face and tasted what was on the spoon. The man said, "It needs more sesame." Taeyong hummed in agreement. "You'll be able to taste it better if you close your eyes." (Y/n) did as he said and opened his mouth. He didn't get the metal spoon but rather warm lips. he caught on quickly and threaded his fingers in Taeyong's hair. Both of them could taste the sauce on each other's lips. Taeyong broke apart first, "So how is the sauce now?"

Taeil 

It was just a movie night between (Y/n) and himself. None of the other guys wanted to see the movie but they all knew it was because Taeil would be all over (Y/n). Good for them but the rest of the guys' didn't need to see it. Taeil grabbed the bowl of fresh popcorn and walked out into the living room. (Y/n) was sitting with pillows and a singular blanket. He noticed the one blanket but didn't say anything about it, They did it when the guys were there. Why should it be any different, it was just 2 boyfriends watching a movie. Halfway through the movie, Taeil did the cliche arm over the shoulder. (Y/n) saw what he was doing and rested his head on the other's shoulder. As the man on his partner's shoulder started to fall asleep; Taeil saw his opportunity and leaned in. (Y/n) could feel his warm breath ghosting his face and he took the chance and leaned forward. 

Johnny

It was a beautiful rainy cool day in Seoul, two men sat by an open window with books in hand. The soft pittering of rain was only interrupted by a rumble of thunder. Johnny's head looked to his right and something caught his attention. "Hey (Y/n), look at this. You need to come closer." (Y/n) did as Johnny said and was right next to the other's face. (Y/n) was still looking for what his boyfriend said to him but he couldn't see it. Johnny saw his chance and leaned forward; only pecking the man's lips. (Y/n) gave him a sly smirk, "Maybe I should get a little closer."  

Doyoung

Summary: Doyoung does love you. And you wouldn’t really call yourself a rule-breaker. Yet you always find a way to worry him - which isn’t particularly difficult, if you were honest. Genres: FLUFF Warnings: Uhhh... don’t yeet yourself into a random person’s garden? Unless it’s for the right reasons of course. Don’t report me to the police I don’t endorse breaking the law I swear Word Count: 619 Songs: None AN: I don’t feel like this one is as good as my others so :/ 

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“You could have died!”

“Doyoung-”

“What you did was super dangerous! And- and illegal? Probably very much illegal...?!”

“Doyoung, please...”

“Y/N you can’t do that! You can’t go to jail! What am I supposed to do while you’re in jail- I... I won’t visit you!”

“Doyoung!” you exclaimed, sending him into silence. He held his mouth closed tightly, a frustrated pout, cheeks slightly puffed out - it took all of your strength not to laugh out loud right there and then. Though despite your best efforts, your giggles trickled into your voice as you continued. “Relax, baby, I’m not going to jail.”

His face was a picture; stunned, horrified, borderline exasperated. He couldn’t hold himself back. “You threw yourself into a random lady’s garden!”

You held his gaze, nonchalant.

"What?!” He glanced at you, then at the surroundings, and then right back again. “Why would you...!”

You shrugged. “Cute puppy. Needed them pats.”

As you nodded knowingly, it seemed your boyfriend was seconds from perhaps having a tiny breakdown. You extended your hands over the side of the sofa, requesting cuddles. His eyes narrowed, lips pressed so thinly they couldn’t be seen. But he obliged, reluctantly coming to your side, though only partially.

As you inclined you body onto his, you found he didn’t budge from his position - his back remained bolt straight and his arms crossed defiantly.

Sighing, you decided to work with it, nocking your head onto his shoulder, fingers gripping his fleece as you smiled somewhat contently.

“You love me really.”

“I know,” he replied grumpily. “And that’s part of the problem.”

You chuckled, feeling him release his tension and snake his arms around you mutually. “Maybe we should get a dog...” 

You leant back immediately, shock etched upon your face. “Eh?!”

“Well,” he reasoned, “it would mean you wouldn’t need to pet dogs so bad and therefore throw yourself over a fence when I’m not looking.”

You shook your head. “Nope. That’s not how it works. I’m not pat-starved, the dog was!” You paused, slightly panicked. “But can we still have one, please?”

He nestled closer, making up the space you’d created, the lavender scent of his shampoo tickling your nose as he found his place beside your collarbone. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Because, well, I don’t want you to get lonely when I’m not here. Schedules, and tours, and, stuff.”

You knew all of this too well. Long nights that grasped and pulled at the empty bed, sneaking both blankets and time alike away from you whilst you remained awake, rest stolen alike the night sometimes stole the moon.

“That would actually be...” you felt a smile twitch at your lips, imagining a strange, perhaps raucous, perhaps docile bundle of fluff filling the space beside you, “great. That would be so nice, Doyoung. Please!”

You felt a sharp exhale tickle at your skin. “As long as they don’t replace me, then of course.”

You pretended to think deeply for a brief moment before bursting into giggles as he shook you poutily and whining.

“Don’t worry, baby, you know I love you more than the moon adores the sun.”

You smiled, kissing him on the corner of his pouted lips, and he finally reciprocated, pressing his forehead against yours, your noses accidentally brushing but refusing to pull any further back as you kissed him properly. 

And the warmth of the room battling the winter ice became cold in comparison to the warmth that seeped into your bones at that very moment.

...

“But if I did go to jail, you would visit me - you know you would!”

“One cute moment - one! It’s all I ask and yet-!”

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Pairing : Doyoung × Reader

Genre : Fluff, mutual pining, high school au.

Prompt : Doyoung asks you out.

Word count : almost 800 [ Unedited ]

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~ [ Doyoung Pov ] ~

“But-” Taeyong cuts Doyoung off.

“No buts!! Come on Doyoung! She won’t eat you up! Humans don’t eat other humans, except for zombies and I don’t-” Chenle cuts Taeyong

“Someone just tell him to stfu!” He says and turns towards Doyoung, who is looking confused as ever.

“Now listen here, if you don’t go there and ask Y/n out then I will do it for you, ok?” Chenle warns Doyoung. Doyoung gulps hard.

Mark pushes Doyoung towards Y/n, “Now go! Good luck!”

They all push Doyoung towards Y/n.

~ [ Your pov ] ~

You are sitting at your seat, packing your bags. The class had ended a few minutes ago, there were only a few students in the class right now.

Apparently there is a football match on the campus’s football court. There was excitement filled in the air that surrounded the campus. It was a match between the students of computer science major and the arts major.

The most exciting factor here, was the fact that all the seniors were participating. So that meant, you all would get to see the so-called “Heartthrobs” of the campus, all sweaty and hot. Uff! Just thinking about seeing them in that state, gives you not-so-innocent visuals.

It was supposedly the last match the seniors would participate in before their farewell, which was a shame. But that gave you a reason to not miss it.

‘Y/n! Hurry up! You will miss your seat and then you won’t get to see senior Doyoung properly, and you don’t want that do you?’

You hurriedly packed your bag pack and rushed towards the exit of the classroom.

The corridor was a chaos and you knew why. Everyone was running towards the football court. And you were ready to run, until you saw your crush - Kim Doyoung coming towards you.

'is he like coming… towards me? It seems like he is..’ you stand still waiting for him to get closer.

'But what if he is not? Maybe he is going somewhere else and I am standing in the same direction?’

So you turn around and start walking towards the other direction..

“Y/n wait!” The voice- yes! Fuck! It was Doyoung’s voice.

You turn around to see him jogging towards you. He was wearing his sports attire. He is an arts major. Known for his looks and talents. To say he is attractive would be an understatement, he is absolutely striking. He is a known heartthrob in your campus. Dream of every girl. But even more, he is really good in sports and would represent your school in every inter-school competitions. He had a pretty good image in the campus, known for scoring high grades in every examinations, he is very respectful to the teachers and his fellow classmates. He is a talented, gorgeous, nice man, whom you admired and liked.

“Umm, are you going to the football court?” Doyoung asks, bringing you back to the present.

You stop staring at him and respond with a meek nod.

“Umm, actually Y/n.. I wanted to ask you something.. ” he rubs his neck and for the first time you see him looking nervous. He was usually quite confident.

You had the chance of talking to him a few times, but it wasn’t deep or anything, it was just small talk.

“Hmm?” You respond and urge him to continue.

He looks behind him and runs his hand through his hair, probably because of nervousness.

If that wasn’t the most attractive thin-, your thoughts are cut off by Doyoung, who takes a dangerous step towards you, making your thoughts race with unnecessary scenarios.

“I was wondering if you are free this evening, after the football match?” He asks.

'oh? That’s-’

“Yes, umm.. I- I am.” You respond, but not without a frown.

“Ha! Good! I mean-” he gulps nervously and your frown deepens.

“Y/n, can I- I mean only if you want to, I don’t want to-” you cut him off.

“Senior, tell me what’s the matter?”

“Can I take you out on a date?” He asks and immediately hides his face in his palm.

You look at him like you have seen a ghost.

He takes a look at your reaction and he gets nervous again.

“Only if you want to, I can- I mean you can totally say no, it won’t- I mean it won’t-” you cut him off.

“Yes, please?” You realize what you just said, and quickly try to cover it up

“Yes, umm w-we can go on a d-date” you say and give him a shy smile.

“Yes?” He asks again and you nod eagerly.

“Then… I will see you after the match?” He asks.

“Yes” you respond.

He stares at you, and you stare back.

“Doyoung! We have to go, come on!” One of his teammates yells from the back.

So he starts moving back.

“So.. i will see you after the match!… It’s a date” it almost sounds like a question but you don’t pay much attention to it and respond with a firm yes.

He reaches the start of the staircase, but turns around and practically yells.

“Y/n?!” You look at him.

“Cheer for me!” He says and jogs down the stairs.

“I will!” You shout back in response.

– Pairing : Doyoung × Reader

– Genre : Fluff, strangers to lovers? More like friends to lovers, college/university au, mutual pining, Doyoung is a transfer student, reader has a thing for Doyoung's voice and accent, brief mention of Somi, slapping, crying, kissing, everything is sfw, there is an audience? Cafe. The ending is sappy but bear with me.

– Warnings : none, just that the reader is clumsy and very oblivious.

– Summary : it all started with two cups of iced americano.

– word count : 2.7k

– Author's note : first things first - I had a request in my previous blog by @starrdustville it was a prompt request. But because of my own dumb self and the whole blog changing and deleting fiasco, I can't find that prompt list. I am really sorry Faye - but I did want to write something for you as an apology so here I am. It's still a college au. Also I am so sorry for delaying this one because of my scattered self. I hope you enjoy this one. I have improved a lot in my writing but if you find anything missing please let me - it will help me improve. This is my first One-shot and I proud of this one.

– Release date : 9th April, 2021.

– Taglist : @thechoppersan @ncvltrtchnlgy @starrdustville @cupidluvstarrz @jenoleemonade @bluejaem

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Genre: Peaceful Fluff Warnings: None Wordcount: 1144 Song: Baby Baby - Winner

AN: A request from @idont-knowabrian​ - my first request! I hope it turned out the way you wanted. If it did not, then, let me know, and I will try again :’)

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Lights possessed a strange glow in the bar - a delicate yet rich fuschia mixed with golden hues of the naked light bulbs lining the walls, and traversed the glittering eyes and ink-drafted skin of the people dotted around the room. Their voices were whispered, polite yet hushed, as if their words were not designed for the outside world’s ears. Ice cubes danced a swirling waltz in glasses as they were swept around the room, from one bejewelled hand to the next. The woman at the bar swept the cloth around a clear cylinder, the base engraved with the calligraphed ‘M’ of the lounge - an initial shared by the owner that many spoke of but few knew in person. Her colleague sighed gently, not of tiredness or exasperation, but rather relief, as the clientele held their ground elsewhere. They were no doubt more drawn to the clustering of famous faces, either littering the walls and crowned by brass frames, or reclining in the corners of the lounge.

As the waiter poured a tamed cascade of alcohol that reeked of money into the gently twisted glass near your face, you realised you did not mind who was in the room, just as long as they came nowhere near your table. The bubbles fizzed and rose as if in applause to the distant saxophone that sounded from a separate area of the bar. A guitar reverberated alongside the saxophone’s arc. They were a pair of simple symphonies, unmatched with one another, and they lead your thoughts into strange geometry, leaving sleep to watch from the sidelines.

It had been a long, long day. The arches of your feet ached, even as you stretched your toes. Your heels were abandoned beside them, polished charcoal hidden in the shadows. Your elbows dug into the wood of the table, the edge of the placemat etching a strange, half-pattern into your skin. For a moment the awareness of a loose strand of hair slipping from its knot slithered into your brain, but with the pressure of your closed eyes, you forced it gone. 

The asymmetrical tune of the instruments began to jar in your head, but the night had yet to find its end. The charity event had thinned, but there were still some prominent figureheads to shake hands with - you presumed at the very least that this was the reasoning for Doyoung’s extended departure.

You regretted suggesting the shopping trip that early afternoon, especially after the meeting of the morning - the magnitude of men in bawdy yet extortionately expensive suits, the mulling of jargon and the open-ended conclusion that left an end perhaps more vague than it had been before. There were many things you regretted - lying in bed just that little bit too long, purchasing one too many earrings from La Belle’s, the decision to wear the dress instead of the jumpsuit which wouldn’t have left you shivering whenever the doors opened. Though not much could be done now.

The seat opposite you was empty, and you wondered where Yuta had gone. Johnny you knew had gone to get some food from the buffet, and had likely gotten distracted with something beautiful, and Doyoung you guessed was attending to business, but Yuta? You didn’t fancy hooking him away from another small harem of women like last time. You thought him sensible enough to not flirt with a CEO’s wife again but, how were you to know for sure. Maybe he had gone with Johnny. You relinquished yourself to the naivety of hoping that so.

There was a polite round of applause that coincided with the firm stride of someone walking towards your table. Jazz dwindled with the crowd, while over the muted speakers came a song you knew much better. You lifted your heavy eyes, ignoring the likelihood of your dark eye circles seeping through your makeup, and greeted the sight of Doyoung with exhausted joy.

His tuxedo was ever so slightly rumpled, bow-tie discarded around his neck. He didn’t look at you as he took his seat to your left, before folding his arms upon the table and letting his composure drop. His shoulders slouched, his back curled, and a deep breath escaped his lips.

Soon, he worked up the effort to incline his head towards you, expression filled with a confidence granted by tiredness alone, to meet your gaze. His dark eyes glistened in the low light, providing a welcoming pool of comfort in the mist of the late evening. 

“Get caught up?” you enquired, your voice barely even a whisper.

He nodded, his tone matching yours. “Mr Kim. Not the nice Mr Kim either...” He sighed. “They should pay me overtime for dealing with that... horror!”

You chuckled quietly. “It’s ok, he’s not here.” You shifted across the sofa, resting your head upon his shoulder, your arm sweeping up and just barely grasping the cloth of his jacket by your head. “I hope.”

He smiled. “I’m sorry. We’ll head home soon. Try to stay awake?”

You whined, pressing yourself closer to his comfort. “How soon?”

“Well, once I’ve made sure I’ve said hello to the bare minimum of people I need to, then we can get in the car, drive the shortcut home, and immediately collapse into bed. Sounds good?” He nuzzled his cheek against your crown, eyes coming to a close.

“Yay!” you said with as much energy you could muster, which wasn’t much.

And then the realisation hit you.  “Doyoung? We didn’t come in the car.”

You felt the weight of his head immediately lift off of yours, as his body stiffened. You sat up with him, steadying yourself with a hand upon his shoulder instead. His eyes darted around the room in thought. “We got a lift from Johnny, remember?”

“Oh.” His face twisted into disappointment. “We did, didn’t we.”

“And Yuta,” you added.

He grimaced at that. “Oh no...”

“We’re... not going home early tonight are we?”

He shook his head. 

“Great,” you groaned.

The silence of disdain draped your table, the bubbles of the alcohol perspiring within the dulled magenta of the wine. Doyoung cleared his throat, large hands caressing your shoulders, before bringing you close to his chest. His fingers carefully rested in your hair, enjoying your proximity. “You can still have a nap though, love.”

You almost protested, a sharp edge of bravery sparking your energy up. Until his lips pressed a kiss onto the top of your head, and you felt the responsibilities of the earth melt away.

Instead, your thoughts focused upon the melody surrounding you, its bittersweet sadness inviting sleep to dance once more, carrying your thoughts away.

The final thing you heard before you drifted off, was Doyoung’s voice - high and smooth and sweet - singing along with the stereo.

“Baby, baby... i bami sirheoyo... Baby baby... honjaga sirheoyo...”

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