#dowoon drabble fluff

[lemonietrinket]

Rain Beat ||| Dowoon x Reader

Summary: In an attempt to coax Dowoon out of his shell that he only seems to occupy when with you, you ask him if he’s willing to teach you how to drum Genre: Fluff i guess  Warning(s): None Word Count: 1434  Song(s): Ambience  AN: Happy Birthday to my favourite bean Dowoon!!!!

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Rain hammered against the open window above your head, the cool air slipping through the gap and threading through the room. It would have risen a chill across your skin had you not been focusing intently on the instrument before you in an effort to desperately not make a fool of yourself. The rain had a beat of its own, and within seconds it had thrown you off the simple one you were striking with your hands. The bass thudded by your feet keenly—there’d been a flurry of joy that erupted in a giggle as you found keeping a rhythm with your foot simple enough—meanwhile its current partner, the snare drum, lagged a solid pulse behind.

With the joy fizzling out alongside the innocent dreamlike thoughts proposing ‘what if you were a natural’ and ‘what if you were destined to become the next drum prodigy’, you sighed and dejectedly came to a stop. The thunder rumbled in discontent in the sky far beyond.

“Ah, it’s ok! Try again, I’m sure you can...”

You glanced up to your mentor who was stood just to your side. He was twirling a drumstick of his own in his hand and if you hadn’t known better you could have taken it as him showing off. This was Dowoon after all, and he would do no such thing. Despite how effortless it came to him, smooth wood gliding over rolling fingers, it was clear that he was just as nervous in a way as you were—if the blushed ears and trailed off words hadn’t given it away already.

You had figured this would have brought him out of his shell more with you, since the drums were his passion, his terrain, something he knew well like the back of his hands. He would feel comfortable talking to you about it because it was something he knew in spools more than you ever would, you had reasoned. If that hadn’t occurred right away, it surely wouldn’t be long before your lack of ability would at least settle the tone into a more lighthearted one. However, it was only now that you were beginning to contemplate that you had misjudged.

“Ah, I think...” As he fumbled with his own hands, soft cheeks puffing as his brain worked through how to describe what he meant, you watched as he stopped spinning his drumsticks and procured them proudly to you instead. It took you a few moments to connect the dots.

“Oh, right! Oops,” you chuckled, shimmying your hands towards the ends of your own, “would be good to hold the drumsticks properly, right?”

His smile flashed before your eyes as he nodded and hummed. “Oh... yeah, that would... that would be good!”

After a few moments you attempted to strike up a beat again, but as soon as you hit the snare you realised you were doomed to slip out of beat. You had adjusted your grip but had forgotten how tightly you should probably hold them, and within moments the two had slipped out of synchrony. You let your arms still as you huffed, trying to keep a bright face.

You didn’t want to let Dowoon down, because you had previously figured your sense of rhythm was good and had announced so to him and the rest of the band, but more importantly because it was Dowoon specifically in question. Sweet, kind, gentle Dowoon. With his soft grins and deep voice, who was a comedic genius with the others, but seemed to always retreat when he came to stand at your side. You couldn’t picture his face contorting into disappointment at you or your crappy drumming no matter how bad it was, but it didn’t halt the uneasy trickling of shame in your chest. It sat right next to the heart that was beating erratically, a thrum too fast for what your body was trying to manage itself, and too loud for you to truly concentrate.

You wanted to succeed though, for him, despite the obvious difficulties that ironically presented themselves in the form of the person you needed to very much complete them in the first place. Clearly this was something you had in common as well, as when you came to your jagged stop, Dowoon shuffled a bit closer to you after a deep inhale.

“It’s ok, this isn’t the easiest beat to start with,” he reassured, voice dipped low in a surprising quiet clarity, “I struggled too when I first started out. It’ll be a bit easier if you hold them like... this and... aim for this part of the skin.”

You were well aware that Dowoon was talented. There was no doubt about it. He had been chosen specifically for his job, and the job itself came with many restrictions and added dollops of hard work and care. However, the level of that hard work had never hit home quite like it did to you right then.

He poised his drumsticks on the chair he had refused to leave once you’d entered the room, and offered his now-empty hands towards you. It wasn’t a request for you to hold them, his palms were visible to you but turned towards your own, still gripping your own pair of sticks and were once again too far down the wood. You didn’t move, and just gazed curiously as one of his hands gently enveloped one of your own.

Now you were certain that the gesture was nothing more than correcting your poor placement, but you were even more certain that sparks practically flew as his skin met yours. His hands were hot, as if they’d been rubbed in combat to the cold or nerves, and you very nearly went limp at his touch and dropped the drumstick entirely. Though, they were also rough. Against the smooth skin of the back of your palm, the etched lines and faint rises of callouses stood out like mountains and rivers to your own. They sat at his joints and ran across your knuckles as he manoeuvred your fingers into the correct grip, a sign of how much he practised and wore himself down until the music sounded just right. Despite the surface his touch was nothing but soft, treating it as if he didn’t want the same to happen to you. There was something so mellowing about it that you couldn’t help but speak up.

When Dowoon brought your hand back to the snare, guiding you to tap the head of the drumstick against the prime part of the snare drum, you uttered, “Does it hurt? Drumming?”

As your eyes crept up to his and he met your gaze with the fading look of a deer caught in headlights, you wondered if he would answer at all until he finally did.

“At first... yeah, but it gets easier,” he said slowly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “I don’t think getting good at anything is painless, though.”

Lips opening to debate you quickly found words falling to the wayside while you nodded instead, looking away. He was right, though he had surprised you with the accuracy and the depth that appeared out of nowhere. Just, it only made him more endearing.

It was at that moment you noticed he was still holding your hand. He held onto you firmer than he had done before, the joints of his fingers melding with yours as the tip of your thumb traced across his.

You immediately wished you hadn’t gawped so poignantly at the caress, as despite your true feelings Dowoon’s hand left yours like a cracked whip, returning to his chest before he scooped up his drumsticks once again.

“I’ll try again,” you covered, hoping that he would understand that you saw no harm in what he did, and praying that he would see how it was truly quite the opposite, “maybe I’ll get it this time!”

Stringing up the rhythm once again, beginning with the bass and adding the snare only when you were certain your foot wouldn’t falter, your eyes were impossible to focus upon the drum kit before you. They kept dragging themselves back, back towards Dowoon and his small smile that flickered like a candle flame but shone brighter than the sun.

In the end, you still got it wrong, especially when you tried to add a crash cymbal to the mix. But you were at least sure that it had nothing to do with the rain this time around. That truly had to go to the hope that flourished in your chest every time your glances met.

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AN: well i had no idea where this was going to go when i started it, but it turned out like this so idk if its boring or not :((

Masterlist

[blu-joons]

When He Sings You To Sleep ~ Day6 Reaction

Sungjin:

The feeling of you shuffling made Sungjin turn too, immediately coming face to face with you. “You’re not still awake, are you?” He frowned, picking up on the fact that you’d been having a restless night.

Your head nodded as a pout formed in your expression, “I just wish there was something that would help me to sleep.”

“I could help,” Sungjin quickly suggested, an air of confidence in his voice. “What about if I sing to you for a little while? That always seems to help you fall asleep.”

“But you need to sleep too,” you retorted, only to quickly be shushed by Sungjin. The look in his eyes let you know how serious he was, desperate to try and help you sleep. “Only if you’re absolutely sure Sungjin.”

A faint hum came from him, “of course, you just close your eyes and let me do the rest.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you giggled as you made yourself comfortable once again, “sleeping isn’t quite that simple.”

“It is when I’m the one that’s singing to you Y/N.”

Young K:

Your eyes lit up as Younghyun agreed to sing for you as you made yourself comfortable in his lap. “The big decision now is what song you want me to sing for you,” he told you, not knowing your mind was already made up.

Your head turned so that you were looking up at Younghyun, “you know I love whenever you sing Fly Me To The Moon.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” he chuckled, reading you like a book. “Are you sure that you’re not bored of listening to me sing the same song to you over and over?”

“No way,” you smirked, popping each of the sounds whilst Younghyun placed his hand against your side. “There’s no way that I could ever get bored of listening to it, you and that song are the perfect combination.”

He couldn’t help but smile as Younghyun listened to you, “you need to close your eyes in that case.”

“I can do that,” you assured him, hurrying to close your eyes and make yourself comfy. “Now you need to start singing.”

“A singer needs time to warm up Y/N.”

Wonpil:

A soft smile formed on your face as you were woken by the sound of singing, your eyes slowly opening and looking to your left. “I can’t sing you to sleep if you’re awake,” Wonpil scolded as he noticed you.

Your smile turned up even more as you stirred, “why would I want to sleep when I could listen to you singing instead?”

“I’m only singing if you sleep, because I know you’re tired,” Wonpil told you, poking his tongue out at the same time too. “If you don’t close your eyes, we can sit in silence.”

“Since when were you so mean to me?” You chuckled back across to Wonpil, your voice groggy from how sleepy you were. “Why can’t you just sing to me to make me close my eyes and want to fall asleep?”

Wonpil’s head reluctantly nodded back at you, “as long as you promise to try and get some rest.”

“I promise,” you agreed with him, “but you can’t stop singing just because you think I’m asleep, you have to be sure.”

“I’ll make sure that I check you’re definitely asleep.”

Dowoon:

You looked dejectedly across at Dowoon as his head shook in rejection to your suggestion. “I’m not singing you to sleep, my singing voice is rubbish,” he protested, bringing a groan of frustration out of you.

You poked against his arm as his head started shaking, “I think you’ve got a great singing voice, no one else can hear us too.”

“What about if I hum?” Dowoon proposed instead, “or maybe I could just tap my hand against the side of the bed to give you a beat to fall asleep to instead?”

“I said I wanted you to sing me to sleep,” you swiftly reminded him, meeting his eyes with a firm gaze. “If I love your singing voice, what’s stopping you from singing? You know that I love listening to you too.”

Dowoon looked sceptically back to you, “you really think that it can help you to fall asleep?”

“I could not be surer,” you chimed, the smile on your face growing. “What do you say? Are you going to sing for me?”

“I guess seeing as you asked so nicely.”

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[smolbeanieee]

Young K as Dad to Be

this man gonna be the best dad in day6 istg :(

at first, you didn’t knew you’re pregnant

but you still struggling with morning sickness

you thought it is just a sick stomach

and both of you are clueless about pregnancy things

because you and young k always cook random recipe found on the internet

so you guys didn’t think about the pregnancy symptoms at all

almost everyday in two weeks, you kept on vomiting

you eat less, not having any appetite even though you always eat a lot with young k

“you sure u can go to work? i don’t think you have energy :(”

young k concerned asked as he stops the car in front of your office building

“i’m totally okay right now. i promise if i felt dizzy or my stomach acting up again, i’ll call you right away”

however, you collapsed after an hour in the office,

you’re taken immediately to the hospital by your colleagues

young k arrived at the hospital right after he received calls regarding your condition

the doctor brief to him about your pregnancy, leaving him speechless and disbelief as his heart flutters upon hearing the news

he waits for you to wake up—excited to break out the news to you

when he told about your pregnancy, both of you couldn’t help it but to shed some tears at the unexpected news

“we goNNA BE PARENTS!!” young k exclaims happily as he hugs you tightly—planting few kisses on top of your head

as for the 1st trimester

you keep on vomiting every morning

makes young k worried about your conditions

“i just search on the internet, it says it is normal for you to have morning sickness for the 1st trimester”

he explained as he rubs your back soothingly at the bathroom sink

upon hearing that, your lips turns into pouts

“but i’m tired younghyun :((” you said, almost whining to him as you turns to face him

softly leaning towards his chest

“i know baby, just hang in there for this few weeks.  i’ll try to look up for any remedies okay, trust me”

young k would buy any chocolates in mint flavors to lessen your nausea and dizziness

did i mention that you gonna be an emotional bitch for this 1st trimester?

because yes you’re a cry baby

you watch young k leaving for work? you cry.

you watch a squirrel fell of a tree? you cry

young k getting stress because of work? you cry

because u feel bad having him to take care of you when he busy with the band

“it’s okay.  it’s my responsibility to take of you because you’re my wife” young k assures you

he wipes the tears from corner of your eyes as his arms circling your waist lovingly

as time passes, you will frequently takes naps in the day because you’re tired even just doing chores

so young k would take over when he came home

he will cooks for you

do the chores

when you’re taking nap in the bedroom, he quietly come and laying beside you

softly caressing your cheeks lovingly as he stares at your face

“thank you for small gift, i love u baby”

young k confess as his heart fulls of loves towards you and your unborn child

as for the 2nd trimester

both of you getting excited as the baby keep on growing everyday

young k will keep on kissing your belly

“younghyun!! it’s tiCKLES!!!” you shrieked happily as he keep on planting kisses

“I NEED TO SHOWER OUR BABY WITH MY LOVES” young k said as big smiles never left his lips

when the gender is reveal

young k couldn’t stop talking about it

“i’m so gonna teach him how to play bass later.  i’m finally have male partner in this family.  we goNNA DO SO MANY THINGS LATER”

“what about me?? i’m not gonna let you guys have fun without me” you asked, jokingly feels offended

“OF COURSE YOU NEED TO JOIN US!! MY WIFE IS THE BEST CHEERLEADER OUT THERE!!”

both of you will starts discussing regarding the baby preparations

“do you think we need to buy shoes?”

“babe, our son is still a small baby. how can he walks as soon as he come out”

your remarks makes both of you chuckles in response

when you felt your legs getting cramp at night

young k always be prepared

essentials oil is beside him at the night stand

he would bought extra pillows just for you

because you been complaining how your back needs extra support

when your son first kick

young k hands mindlessly rubs your belly 

when young k is hugging your from behind as both of you watching a movie on the television

both of you immediately look at each other when you guys felt the kicking

“did u felt that??” your eyes bulging in shock

“y-yes” young stutters as both of you carefully felt the kicking again

“that’s our son’s kicking??” he confusedly asked

“i guess so??” you said

“baby, it’s me, your dad” young k said, rubbing your belly softly

with that, your son kick upon hearing young k’s voice

“HE HEARD ME!!” young k excitedly said

so whenever young k have chance, he will have a small talk with his son

your son actively kicking when young k keep on asking

“aren’t you sleepy?” kick “ahh, i see you didn’t felt sleepy yet”

“do like mummy or dad more?” kick “you like me more, i see”

as for the 3rd trimester

young k getting worried about your conditions

as he needs to travel abroad for his tour

your son is fully developed in your belly

making you even hard to move or do chores

“are you sure you don’t want to come along this time?”

young k asked before he leave the house

“yes.  i’m totally okay with it.  besides, my due is at the end of this month. and you will be back one week before right? so everything gonna be okay.”

when young k is abroad, he makes sure to facetime you almost every hours

“what’s with the long face baby? did something happened today?”

young k concernedly asked when he saw you’re pouting and didn’t talk much over the screen

“i didn’t look pretty. i’m gain too much weight during this 3rd trimester.  my clothes didn’t even fit me anymore.  what if you don’t love me anymore :((”

you said, avoiding looking at young k as you rubs your belly

“hey hey, look at here” young k said as you slowly makes eyes contact with him—eyes glistening with tears “the fact that you are carrying our child alone is so amazing and i’m thankful for having you as my wife, mummy to our son.  you look even more pretty now, it’s like, you’re glowing.  i’ll love you no matter what happens, okay? i love you, you know that?”

young k soothe you, assuring you that he will always stays by your side

when the time comes!!

luckily your mom stays with you when young k is not around

so when you feel the contractions, your mum immediately calls the ambulance to take you

however, young k didn’t know that you gonna be in labour room soon

as he still in his flight with his phone sets in flight mode

so you had to go inside the labour room alone—without your husband by your side

about an hour and half passed in the labour room,

you could felt your energy decreasing from pushing your son

“younghyun, i need you, please...”

without your husband, you felt helpless

“doctor, i can’t push anymore”

you weakly said, throwing your head on the bed

with that, you heard the door being open and soon, young k is by your side

as his breath seems unsteady as if he just runs to the hospital

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t came here faster.  i’m here with you now. can you please try again, for me and our son?”

young persuades you, pressing kisses on your temple as his hand tightly held onto yours

as he keeps on whispering encouragement words in your ears

with a few pushes, you could hear your son’s cries echoes throughout the room

you shed tears upon hearing that—feeling relieved that you have safely given birth on your son

relieved sighs left young k’s lips as both of his important people in his life are safe now

“thank god” young k mutters

as the nurse hand over your son towards him

his lips never fails to thank you for bringing his son to this world

“he’s so perfect” you whispered as your son softly stirring in the bundle of baby blankets that covers him

“he is and I’m so proud and thankful to you.  Thank you for being my wife and mother to our son.  i love you honey”

young k watched you lovingly as you give your son his first milk after being born

his heart swells with happiness and love when he looks at his two favorite people in this world

two people that complete his little world <333

[dowoonie-namjoonie]

Day6 When They Fell For You

A/N: This is just for fun, I don't own these gifs or these people. We love Day6 for their talents and such... I feel like this is shitty, but I'm having fun!

Warning: Drinking and minor language.

Jae:

At your and Jae's wedding.

His vows were about how both of you crackheads met.

Around four years ago Jae went to this launch party for JYP.

You, fortunately enough, knew all the right people.

So you got an invite to this momentous party.

Momentous is an overstatement.

Of course, the party was absolutely boring.

Considering the only things to do was eat, drink, and sway to the music.

Although you were there to drool over hot guys.

Anywho, the night was so boring you took matters into your own hands.

Going over to the free bar, you grabbed as many drinks as your person could hold.

You even snuck full bottles of wine and such too...

All while Jae watched you do this.

From the other side of the party hall was Jae.

He stood tall above all of the other bandmates.

More importantly, he was utterly tired of this party.

When he saw you take all that alcohol, he knew something big was coming.

Indeed something was.

By the end of the night, you were on top of a table scream-singing Who's Your Mama by JYP himself.

The table you were standing on, by the way, was where JYP (and all the executives) were sitting.

Most people were enraged by your drunken outburst, this was a "sophisticated" party.

Sophisticated my ass

The only person who'd been laughing, enjoying you was Jae.

He couldn't help but take notice of you in general.

You were everything he wanted in a girl, short, petite, and along the lines of crackhead energy.

There was just something about you completely embarrassing yourself while drunk that made Jae swoon for you.

The vibe you were giving to him never felt better.

Although all good things must come to an end.

Security guards escorted you out, but not without a fight.

Eventually, they got you out of the venue, Jae following close behind.

Jae just wanted to make sure you were actually okay.

When he saw you outside, sitting on the ground, head against a wall.

He realized you were too drunk to walk home.

This sweet, tall, chicken boy totally took care of you.

Taking you back to his small apartment, getting you water and food, and making sure you had a place for the night.

If it wasn't for him, you would probably end up dead in a ditch.

From that day forward, Jae was determined to make you his all because of your drunk ass.

Four years later, and you're married to the Chicken.

Sungjin:

You and Sungjin have been friends for a hell of a long time.

Even before he became a trainee.

Both of you met in high school, in a music class specifically.

Ironically, you were too good at music.

Especially the part where your teacher made you sing for a grade.

Everything about your singing voice was flawed.

Your pitch was off.

Your bridges tended to fall, metophorically and phsically.

You just couldn't sing.

Long story short, Sungjin helped you with the project.

And from that unfortunate project, bloomed a long-lasting friendship.

So you thought.

A few years later...

Sungjin was now a proper musician.

Not shocking, he has brilliant talent.

You worked as a teacher.

For the sole reason you thought teachers sucked, so you wanted to prove that not all of them do.

Both you and he shared an apartment based on the closeness you had.

Sungjin performed anywhere he got the chance.

He loved his job singing and playing the guitar to songs he wrote and covers.

That boy is living his dream.

However...

With a dream, there must be an obstacle.

One night after performing at a music festival, someone had come up to him dissing his singing.

Practically telling him he's the equal of singing garbage.

SO!

When he came home that night, he was in the worst mood imaginable.

You'd never expect him to be so insecure, but he was.

One hate comment had him rethinking his career choices.

Obviously, you saw the glum face.

When you asked him what's wrong he shrugged you off, saying it was nothing.

You knew better than that. You knew him too well.

After a few minutes of annoying the shit out of him, he combusted.

He told you everything.

Your first reaction to this was to kill the guy who said this to him, but I digress.

Sungin went in a febrile, frenzy about how he nothing when it came to singing.

It broke your heart to see him like this.

You said what he needed to hear.

"You're a dumbass."

After that comment, you went into a whole rant about how talented he actually is.

Listing everything he's done to get to this point in life.

Sungjin, nonetheless, was taken aback by you.

He probably wasn't expecting your crazy ass to go off on him like that.

More importantly, your crazy ass proved that you believed in him.

At that moment, Sungjin's heart started to pound at your rant.

God, he hadn't realized it before, but you cared so damn much about him.

You believed in him.

Something took over Sungjin.

Next moment you were yelling at him for thinking lesser of his talents.

The other you were silent.

Sungjin had pulled you in for a suave kiss.

He didn't even realize he did it either.

Both of you were equally as shocked as each other.

That was the day your friendship had come crumbling down...

Younghyun:

You found Kang Younghyun immensely annoying.

And so freaking good looking.

You'd first met him in your Intro to Marketing class.

Anytime the teacher asked a question he'd raise his hand first, begging to get called on.

He definitely kissed the teacher's ass.

From day one, he would talk all the time.

Majority of the time, distracting you from the lesson on the board.

Goodness, he messed with you all the time too.

Passing notes in class to say you stunk or throwing stuff at you in class.

To say the least, you did not consider him your friend.

Even the school acknowledged that you were enemies.

In your class, he was always the top score, and you right below in second place.

You don't know why he started to pick on you.

Never understood it.

Brian, on other hand, had a different reason.

Most definitely, he didn't consider you to be a bitch.

Or even smelly.

Brian only made fun of you because he likes you.

Secretly.

It all started during freshman orientation for your college.

All those months ago, you used to be nervous about the intimidating college.

Younghyun saw you from afar.

You looked so small, in need of help.

Yet, a look of daring, confidence in your eyes.

The student council of the college decided to plan some games for the freshmen coming in.

Younghyun and you were assigned to the same group.

The whole time, his eyes were on you, feeling attracted to you.

The first game you had to do was a scavenger hunt.

You quickly became friends with some girl, going along with her.

The second game was a talent circle.

Brian sang, of course, and you sat and watched.

You didn't have a particular talent.

Then, the night winded down.

The third, and final game, was a chatting session.

All of the people in your group ate and drank together.

Together just having a bash.

Brian couldn't help it.

He had his eyes on you the whole night.

What kicked him into high gear was your laugh.

Some goofball in the group had told this story about how he shit his pants at an amusement park.

Jesus, it was such a funny story snot was shooting out of your nose.

Brian noticed the way you laughed, you didn't cover your mouth.

You didn't care what anyone thought of you.

You just let yourself have fun.

You were just his type.

Wonpil:

Weird story?

Both of you don't know each other.

One could say both of you believe in love at first sight.

I digress.

Even if you didn't know each other, both of you had something in common.

JYP Entertainment employed both of you.

Wonpil a member of Day6 being the keyboard synthesizer.

You were a girl group trainee.

Neither of you came into contact that much.

Occasionally, you'd pass by each other but wouldn't give it much thought.

Until one day...

Finally, today was the last trial before your debut.

A period of assurance that your group was good enough.

It played out like it always did, your group danced to a cover then feedback would follow.

Unfourtantly, the spotlight on you.

The officials at JYP didn't think your dancing was what it takes to be an idol.

Everyone else in your group was fine.

You weren't good enough.

Every word that came out of the judge's mouth, broke your heart.

That meant you had to stay as a trainee for even longer.

Once everyone had left the room, you broke.

Completely.

On the ground crying and everything.

It felt like, all your hard work was for nothing.

Wonpil just got done practice for a new Day6 comeback.

He was walking down the hallways of JYP's building, getting ready to eat lunch with Dowoon.

However, he was stopped.

Stopped with the sound of sobbing.

Wonpil's a nice guy, he hates to see people sad, even if he doesn't know them.

Investigating the noise he saw you.

In one of the many dance practice rooms on the ground.

At first, he thought you were in pain, quickly rushing over to you.

Then he realized you weren't

Wonpil comforted you, even if you didn't know each other.

Somehow he got the truth out of you.

His advice was good.

He told you to fight for what you loved to do.

Maybe his advice was good because he was a trainee himself before.

After you finally calmed down, Wonpil had offered you to come to dinner with him.

You accepted the offer. Becoming friends with him that day forward.

A week went by after the incident.

Wonpil, once again, was getting ready to go to dinner.

He heard loud noises.

This time it was music.

Making his way to the dance practice room, he saw you.

Going through practiced choreography

Wonpil smiled to himself, happy you didn't give up on your dream.

You looked headstrong as you danced in front of the mirror.

Determined to prove the judges wrong.

Well

There was nothing Wonpil liked more than a girl sure about her future.

Luckily he snagged your number at dinner last week.

Dowoon:

This kid is shy as hell.

It was hard for you not to fall for him first.

At last, you did not.

Like Sungjin

You guys met in high school.

Imagine Dowoon in a uniform, I'm crying🙃!

Dowoon was the quiet kid in class, he didn't get much attention for that.

You, on the other hand, were the loudest kid in class.

Constantly, you were talking and telling jokes.

Even poking fun at the teachers.

You're the life of the class.

Dowoon and you were polar opposites.

Interestingly enough, he began to like you.

Class was normal.

No one paid attention.

At the end of class was when it got interesting.

The teachers assigned students to stay after and clean up.

You and Dowoon were spontaneously picked.

Neither of you cared frankly.

After class.

Dowoon was silent, per usual, cleaning the desks off.

You were mopping the floors.

Every minute, you would throw glances in his direction.

Odd, that he didn't talk much.

You assumed he wasn't going to start a conversation.

So, you took matters into your own hands.

"What's your name?"

That was rather loud.

He replied in a near whisper.

You noticed his ears were read just by one question.

You giggled at his cuteness.

For the rest of the cleaning session, you talked his ear off.

Barely any words or sentences came out of his mouth.

You were worried, however.

You felt bad that you were talking too much.

Easily getting embarrassed.

"Sorry..."

"No, no...I don't mind."

Dowoon enjoyed the fact you talked his ear off.

Usually, kids in their class avoided him.

But you

You didn't mind talking to him.

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DOWOON FIC RECS

ONESHOTS

Fluffball - dowoon and puppies [3.1k]

Band Sessions: Dowoon [2.7k]

Are You Drunk? - coworkers, IT, broken laptop [1.2k]

DRABBLES

Water Fight! - neighbors, dog sitting, bath incidents [.6k]

Cafe Crush - Dowoon has a crush on the barista [.4k]

Love Me, Love Me Not - plucking flowers [.3k]

Hopelessly in Love - “so in love w her idk what to do” [.5k]

TIMESTAMPS

3:19am - tired

3:42am - Mariocart lovers

8:13am - this made me laugh too loud

8:25am - staring while he sleeps, birthday, “one day”

5:33pm - you have to study

BLURBS

Claw Machine

TEXTS

Dowoon Teases You - “bring what?”

Subtle and Natural w Bf Dowoon

BULLETPOINTS

Boyfriend!Dowoon - smorebin

Boyfriend!Dowoon - tinybinnie

Cartoonist!Dowoon

College AU Dowoon

Friends to Lovers!Dowoon

He Gets Injured - volleyball

Highschool!Dowoon

Prince!Dowoon

Soulmate!Dowoon

Uni!Dowoon

UniStudent!Dowoon - music technology & art major

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The Best Partner

Prompt: “How do we always end up here?” - @challengingwords​ challenge

Pairing: Yoon Dowoon x reader

Genre: fluff / best friends to lovers

Warnings: believe it or not, a very mild suggestive tone at the end

Word count: 500

“How do we always end up here?”

Glancing in your direction with an amused expression, Dowoon shrugged. “It was you this time who pleaded with me.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” you replied with a disgruntled tone, shooting Dowoon a scowl. “You could have said no.”

“Now why would I do that?” he teased, nudging you playfully. “If you hadn’t, I would have messaged you instead.”

“So why make a big deal about my suggestion?”

“Because I don’t normally get the opportunity to do so!”

“Pick it up, Yoon, or I’ll start without you,” you instructed flippantly, holding your controller in preparation for the gaming session.

Dowoon chuckled and followed through happily. You were right; it was uncanny how you always ended up spending your Saturday nights like this. Years had passed from your adolescence and yet it was a ritual neither of you had let die even in the busier seasons of your lives. Dowoon was certain when you were old and grey that you would still find a way to game together regularly. There had only been a handful of times where you hadn’t managed to meet up and even then, he could count just as many times where one of you had been ill and the other caught the bug because you didn’t want to miss out on playing together.

“We could play in separate places,” Dowoon randomly spoke up as the game progressed, glancing briefly in your direction. He grinned at the concentration on your face. “That way I wouldn’t have to hide my amusement whenever you make that face.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’d love to avoid all the grunts you make.”

“I don’t grunt.”

Mimicking the sounds a moment later, you continued until he jumped onto you to cover your mouth, your laughter spilling out through his fingers. You then stopped, staring up at Dowoon with a look that was new to your gaming nights. His cheeks flushed with colour and you reached up to cup the warmed skin.

“Do you think we would have ended up like this had we not persisted all these years in being in each other’s company?” you wondered and Dowoon frowned. Stretching to peck his lips, you then smiled. “I’m glad we are like this, Dowoon.”

He nodded giddily. “You’ve always been my best gaming partner, Y/N.”

“And now?”

“Now, you’re the best partner I have in every aspect of my life.”

Kissing him again, you then reached for the game controller. “Before we lose track of the game we’re playing, pick your controller back up.”

“Will we be playing a very different game later?” he mumbled, unable to hide his embarrassment in asking. Still, you knew he was eager to play as well.

Shrugging, you feigned your attention being only on the game. “It depends on if you can beat me tonight or not. You better aim for a high score to get access to that game level.”

Dowoon was certain he’d succeed with that kind of incentive now.

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Day6 showing their love

I'm so excited for their new album 😭���� I can't wait

Sungjin

Sungjin is a true gentleman. He uses words and actions to make you feel like a real lady - opens the door for you, takes your coat, pushes in your chair and doesn't let you carry heavy items. He never forgets about your birthday, anniversaries or any other dates that are important for you, each time preparing something special on these occassions.

Sungjin never rushes things and wouldn't do anything that could make you uncomfortable before you assure him that it's okay, and even then treats you as if you were made from china.

Jae

Jae, as we all know, is great in expressing himself with a pen and paper. He uses this skill in songwriting, but also to create short poems that are only for you, and about you. It doesn't happen often since you're more of a best-friends-that-kiss kind of couple, but when it does - he spills everything he has on his mind. He makes sure to mention all of the areas you're insecure about as well as those he loves the most, wrapping it up in a lyrical style. Somehow he never writes the same thing two times, each creation different from the previous one. Addictionally, his poems do not only have a beautiful content but also an aesthetic outside, pleasing both your eyes and heart.

Young K

Young K's romantic side comes out when you have a long, stressful day. The whole house smells like one of your favourite dishes when you enter, leading you to the kitchen, where he is finishing cooking the meal. You eat it together while Young K lets you ramble about everything that happend throughout the day. After you fill up your stomachs, he refuses to let you clean up the table, and takes you to the bathroom. Hot water slowly floods the bathtub while he helps you wash off your makeup before leaving to give you some time for yourself. After you're done, you do anything you feel like, whether it's be watching a movie, going to sleep or getting some intimate time together.

Wonpil

Wonpil finds happiness even in the smallest things, so he shows his love with little yet adorable gestures.

Whenever he leaves early, which happens quite often, he leaves post-it notes with a short message. Every time he writes something else and hides them in a different place to keep that surprise effect. It could be 'eat a lot so you have strenght to cuddle!' in your lunchbox or 'you warm up my heart ♡' on the kettle, every single note makes your morning better.

Dowoon

Dowoon's love would show through everyday things, such as doing your part of household chores. He could do it because you asked him to, because he sees that you're tired or with no particular reason. Even if he doesn't like them, he'd do it with pleasure knowing that it would unburden you.

Dowoon thinks about you all the time. When he goes to the store, he always gets something for you. When he's shooting a music video, he wants to look the best for you (and the fans, of course). When he is with you, he can think only about your beautiful eyes.

[foreverthesickestkidz]

i’m coming home to you.

pairings: Army Ranger!Brian x reader

warnings: mentions of death, injury, guns, violence, war & all that comes with it. The ending is happy though sorta

author’s note: i just love the movie Blackhawk Down, so i decided to write this. if you haven’t seen the movie please read the background information. gif is not mine and a special thanks to my editor @ensheetea for editing this!! everyone go support y!!

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background: in order to stop a warlord from overtaking the country, Army Rangers and Navy SEAL’s (among forces from other countries) were sent to Mogadishu, Somalia to rescue the innocent lives at stake. operation gothic serpent was meant to be an operation that lasted an hour, but a rapid turn for the worse caused the troops to become trapped overnight in the most dangerous area of the country, the Bakaara Market. ill prepared and unable to get out, many troops lost their lives including those involved in the two Blackhawk helicopter crashes. thus the name, Blackhawk Down. This background information is not fiction.

Brian glanced down at the time on his phone. A small part of him wondered if you’d be awake, but the larger knew you weren’t. The time difference between Mogadishu and where his home laid sleeping softly kept Brian worrying constantly. Leaving you was the last thing he wanted to do. He missed you deeply. The way your hair looked in the mornings. The little giggles you’d let out when he constantly complimented you. The sparkle in your beautiful eyes when they caught the sunlight just right. Oh, he loved your eyes most of all. It was always the small things he thought about when he was away.

When he laid sprawled out on top of a rooftop within the Bakaara Market of Somalia, the butt of the sniper rifle set firmly against his shoulder, he remembered your smile. Remembering the way your eyes crinkled a little, gave him the push to pull the trigger. He watched the man through the scope fall; he felt guilty despite knowing he just saved a fellow soldier’s life.

When he hid inside a market building among several other Army Rangers, he remembered your soft kisses. The memory gave him hope that he wouldn’t let out his last breath in that wretched situation. He felt proud that he and his Rangers made it that far.

When he rushed to the crashed Blackhawk helicopter, searching desperately for the crew chief he just knew was alive, he remembered your embrace. The constant gunfire directed at him suddenly didn’t seem so intimidating, and he knew all he wanted was for all of his men to get to go home to their’s, just as he knew he’d get to go home to you.

When he pulled open the door of the humvee, and lifted the lifeless body of his closest friend inside, he remembered your tears. He knew when he got back home the second you laid eyes on him, you’d cry. You did every time he came back. He let the single tear that fell from his eye rest on his lip as he climbed into the front seat, too focused on survival to grieve for the young man lying behind him.

When he saw a fellow Ranger about to fall victim to an attack, he remembered your big heart. He didn’t hesitate to jump out of the moving humvee and take the shot himself, ensuring that the other Ranger got to go home to his family.

When he laid in the dirt, alone, bleeding profusely, he remembered you. Every minuscule detail of you flashed through his mind. When he shut his eyes, he whispered into the dusty air, “I’m so sorry. I love you.”

But when he opened them, he didn’t have to remember you. You sat next to his hospital bed, asleep, with a small, soft hand, clutching his own for dear life. He thought about how ironic that was as he woke you gently. He smiled softly as you lit up at the sight of him. Tears fell from your eyes as you spoke with a hoarse voice.

He’d known you’d cry. You always cried.

[wonpilsofthours]

4:02 pm

you let out a loud squeal of excitement, as you bring your laptop closely to your face. your boyfriend, wonpil, walks into your shared bedroom out of curiosity of the noise you’re making. a proud smile appears on his face as he realises, you’re listening to entropy’s album sampler.

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Tears Ensue

Dowoon x Reader

Fluff

Summary: You accidentally broke one of your favorite picture frames. Tears ensue.

When Dowoon found you, you were sat surrounding a pile of glass.

“Babe, what are you doing?” He rushed over, glad for the one time he was wearing shoes. “You’re gonna get cut, and you’re not wearing shoes.” When he finally got to you, he realized you were crying, holding the broken picture frame. It was a picture of your family before your brother died.

“Hey, come on.” He lightly pulled you up to get you out of the glass. “Let me fix it.” You shakily handed him the picture frame after he moved you from the glass. He grabbed a new picture frame from where you kept them, putting the barely scratched picture into it. He handed you the frame as he went to go sweep up the glass. 

“Thank you.” You said quietly, calming down after your emotional episode.

“You’re welcome babe.” He smiled and kissed your head.

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When You Sleepily Lay Down In His Lap ~ Day6 Reaction

Sungjin:

A light chuckle escaped from you as a hand tickled against your waist, your eyes flickering up at Sungjin. “Did I tickle?” He innocently asked as he watched you.

Your eyes rolled at the knowing look that was on Sungjin’s face, “you know exactly what you’re doing, you can never just leave me to close my eyes.”

Sungjin’s shoulders shrugged as he continued to joke around with you, “I just thought you’d like for me to hold onto your waist, keep you still so you don’t fall off of my lap.”

“I won’t fall,” you chuckled, “I’m buried in nice and snug against your lap now.”

“Isn’t it better to just be sure Y/N?”

Your head shook back at Sungjin, “if you keep tickling me then you know that I’ll find a way to get you to pay for it, you’ll regret doing this.”

“You would never be able to get revenge on me,” Sungjin challenged, watching your eyes widen at his suggestion.

“Are you really willing to try me though Sungjin?”

“Maybe I’ll move my hand after all.”

Young K:

A slight hum came from you as fingers tangled in with your hair, tugging against you gently. “Sorry, sorry,” Youngkyun stuttered as he played with your hair.

A chuckle came from you as Youngkyun loosened his grip, twirling your hair around. “I thought you said that it would be cosy for me to lay in your lap?”

Youngkyun’s head shook as you messed with him in reply to his apology. “It is cosy, just when I’m careful with your hair. To be fair, it’s not my fault your hair is so much a mess.”

“Hey,” you gasped, “my hair is definitely not a mess, it’s just a little stressed.”

“Not now I’ve taken care of it though.”

You nodded in agreement with Youngkyun, “I guess laying in your lap has its perks, especially when you decide you want to play with my hair.”

“I was supposed to make you sleepy playing with your hair,” Youngkyun admitted, knowing his clumsiness hadn’t quite managed it.

“Maybe if you’re careful I can get some rest.”

“I promise I’ll be more careful now.”

Wonpil:

Your head shook as Wonpil’s hands tapped into his lap, encouraging you to lay down there. “You’re tired, come and lay in my lap so you can rest Y/N.”

You were still apprehensive as Wonpil took a hold of your hand, “I don’t want to get in your way by laying in your lap, you won’t be able to move your legs.”

As you continued to protest, Wonpil decided to take your hand and pull you down so that you were in his lap. “I wouldn’t offer to let you lay in my lap if I was bothered by it silly.”

“You could just be being nice,” you teased, “you might just feel bad for me.”

“I do feel bad that you’re feeling tired.”

You smiled up at Wonpil as you turned to be able to look up at him, “it’s just been a busy day at work, you should know, you have plenty of those too.”

“So, next time I have a busy day, does that mean that I can rest in your lap too?” He questioned, willing you to nod your head in reply.”

“How badly do you want me to agree to that?”

“Honestly, Y/N, you have no idea.”

Dowoon:

Your smile turned up even higher as an arm draped around your waist, glancing up you met the eyes of Dowoon straight away. “Are you comfortable there?”

Your head nodded straight away as you pulled Dowoon’s arm even tighter around your frame, “it’s always comfortable for me whenever I lay down in your lap.”

A nod of the head came from Dowoon as he continued to watch you closely, “are you sure that I can’t get you a cushion or something to rest your head on, make you even cosier?”

“Then I wouldn’t be laying in your lap,” you joked, “it would be a cushion.”

“You might hurt yourself in my lap.”

Your head shook in response to Dowoon, “if I’m uncomfortable then I promise that I’ll tell you so that you can look after me and cuddle me some more.”

“I don’t need you to be uncomfortable for me to cuddle you,” Dowoon assured you, deciding to snuggle down even closer to you.”

“I think that I could get pretty used to this.”

“I think that I could enjoy this too.”

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Once Upon a Time | Eight

strangers to lovers au

pairing: Younghyun x fem!oc 

genre: fluff, angst

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Wendy suggests that Dahee should stay at her place after she discharge because she dead worried if Dahee faints again, but the girl convince Wendy that everything will be alright.  Plus she need some space and time to thoroughly think about Dowoon and Younghyun.

Dahee really needs to fix this mess everything before anything happened.

But she didn’t how to start. 

She felt guilty, to Dowoon and Younghyun.  She shouldn’t push them away back then.

Sighing to herself, Dahee push her hair to the back in process as she fidgeting with her phone in her hands—debating whether she should call Dowoon or not, afraid her brother would not want to meet her after what has happened. 

Dowoon has all the right to be mad and upset at her.  He didn’t do anything wrong.  She did, Dahee thought.  All did Dowoon want is to meet her and make things right but will he takes Dahee back? Accept her back like old time? Dahee is afraid of what consequences will comes.

Her mind wanders more on what she should do about Dowoon.  She knows Dowoon won’t easily forgive her after what she did.  Especially to his bandmates—Younghyun. 

Dahee messed up badly this time.  She hurts two people—the ones she cherished and loved the most.  Hanging her head lowered, Dahee bite her lips in nervousness and guilt washed over herself.

As Dahee’s mind trying to process the situation that keep eating her alive, her phone vibrating makes her train of thought stop and looks at the caller name. 

It’s Taeyong.

Without thinking much, Dahee picks up her phone and makes herself comfortable on the couch as her back softly hits the cushion, crossing her legs in process

“Why? You wanna have breakfast with me?” Dahee jokingly asked as she glance over the clock in front of her that shows 08:45 a.m.  The usual time Taeyong would randomly asked her for a breakfast outing near their apartment before going to his office.

However, this time isn’t about the damn breakfast.

“Dahee, it’s about your dad” Taeyong’s voice seems stern and out of breathe as if he is rushing to somewhere.  Usually, she would felt frustrated and annoyed hearing Taeyong talked about her dad but this time Dahee’s instinct felt uneasy—like something bad has happened.

Dahee lets out a shaky laugh, trying to brush it off her feelings “Why did you keep on brin—” Before Dahee could finished off her words, Taeyong interrupts.

“He’s in hospital right now.  The doctor said, he may not have much time left”

Upon hearing Taeyong’s words, she immediately jolted from her place.  Dahee felt her world are collapsing, causing her lips quivering in shock as her brain trying to process the news slowly.  Unconsciously, her vision seems blurry to her as hot tears are brimming in her eyes, making she fell on the ground—her legs are shaking too much from the sudden call. 

Her heart wrenched in pain.

Feeling as if nothing going in her way she wants.

For once, Dahee felt she needs her dad.

———

Dowoon take a place on the couch as soon as he reached their shared apartment.  He lets his head resting on the soft couch as his mind keeps on wandering back to his sister.  Will she gets angry is she knew he is the one who asked Taeyong to call her about their dad? Will she comes and find him?

He felt lost without her sister.  All he want is to reunite with Dahee but things gone wrong.  Maybe the timing has gone wrong.  He feels if only he didn’t makes Younghyun to bring him to Dahee, maybe now none of this will happened. 

As Dowoon keeps losing track of reality, Sungjin came and sat beside him—startling the drummer in process, making Dowoon looked up at the oldest and flashing him a flat smile but couldn’t cover his uneasiness expression on his face.

“Oh hyung, I thought everyone is at the studio.”

“How could we practicing when you’re having hard time here.  The others went out and looking for breakfast. and practice will starts when your dad’s health is recovered again.” Sungjin said as he turned on the morning shows on the television but he knew something is wrong with the youngest.

Dowoon just nods softly hearing his leader’s words, his mind to busy to process as he lets out small sighs which go unnotice by Sungjin.

“Is everything at the hospital okay?” Sungjin asked, nudging Dowoon using his knees, earning attention from the youngest. 

Dowoon didn’t look surprise when Sungjin asked about his dad’s condition as the members are the first people Dowoon tells about his dad.  “I asked Taeyong to call my sister to come to the hospital.  I’m sure she don’t want me to be there if she came.  That’s why I’m here.”

Sungjin hums in understanding, looking carefully at Dowoon before deciding to asked him a question that might hurt him more. “So Dahee will finally know about your dad’s condition all this while?”

It’s a long pause as Dowoon trying to find better excuse, no—words.

“It’s for her own good.  I know how much angers she has to our dad so much.  I don’t want her to get her hurt again knowing about dad’s illness.  She went through a lot for our family.  It’s the last thing I wanna tell her but today, my dad insisted to meet her.” Dowoon softly replied, almost like a whispered. 

“It’s alright.  She will understand soon why everyone keeping the secret from her” Sungjin console him, giving couples of pats on Dowoon’s back, in hoping it will soothe the drummer. 

After couple of minutes the two boys sitting in silences with only sounds from the television, Dowoon decide to break the silence.

“Hyung..“ Dowoon’s trailed on his words, making Sungjin turns his attention to Dowoon.

“What?”

“Did Younghyun hyung made up his mind already? Will he really do it?” Dowoon curiously asked about the bassist. 

Few days ago, Younghyun blurt out something that really left the band in shock—saying he needs to find himself back, which is in Canada.

“I don’t know.  But if that makes him at ease and peace, let him be.  It’s his decision after all. We can’t stop him, we aren’t in his shoes.  Who knows what he felt right now.” Sungjin explained, earning few nods from Dowoon—secretly hoping that Younghyun didn’t really have to go back to Toronto, leaving the band, especially his sister, Dahee.

———

“W-what did you said?” Dahee’s voice echoed through out the empty hallway of the private ward.  Dahee couldn’t believe her ears on what the doctor said as if her ears betraying her at the moment.

“I’m so sorry but the cancer has spread all over his main organ and your dad is at risky stage now.  There’s nothing we could do as the operation will makes his condition worsen.  I’m afraid he wouldn’t have much time left.  I’m so sorry again.” the doctor bow in apology and walked away as Wendy thanked him on Dahee’s behalf.

Dahee’s heart were racing so much and with a blink, her legs felt like a jelly and nearly fell on the tiles but Wendy quickly catches her into her arms.  Wendy brought the girl to the nearest bench, consoling her down from the news as she patting her back in soothing manner—her sobs and hiccups could be heard clearly, eyes bawling so hard till her vision becomes blurry as tears are unstoppable rolling down her puffy cheeks.

“What did I do to deserve this? Why it happened to me?” Dahee softly asked as she wiping out her tears from her face, and looked up at her bestfriend—calmly waiting for her answer, but the silence gives her the answer which makes she cries even harder in Wendy’s arm.

———

“So out of many people, I’m the last one to know about my dad’s condition that you been keeping from me?” Dahee asked in cracked voice, head hung lowly, looking down at the ground with both hands clasped together.  Dahee knew she did asked Taeyong not to talked about her dad but she didn’t expect this.  Dahee may be mad and upset at her dad, but not in this situation, especially about his condition, his life. 

“I do want to talk to you about this but Mr. Yoon insisted me not to tell you about this.  He said he don’t want to burden you anymore—he said, he deserve this after what he had done back then.” Taeyong explained as they sat together on the bench at the garden’s hospital—distinct chattering from other people accompanying them.  

Upon hearing his words, shaky sighs leaves Dahee’s lips as she bites her lower lips in process, trying to control her tears from falling down again for the nth times today. 

“And Dowoon, he kne—”

“Yes, Dowoon knew about this since beginning.  In fact, he’s the one who always be at your dad’s side during his treatment.  He don’t want you to know about this, he afraid it will hurt you even more.” Taeyong softly explained to her as he glance over the girl next to him who had her fingers running through her hair in frustration and devastation.

“I meant—how could they---keep it behind me? I-It’s really hurts me...so much.”

“I’m sorry.” Taeyong shouldn’t be sorry, Dahee thought.  It was her fault for leaving her dad and Dowoon back then.  It was her who being so selfish all this while.  The one who pushed Dowoon away.  All because of herself.  Dahee never the type to blame herself but not this time.  She’s the one who caused all of this mess.

Starting from her dad, Dowoon and finally, Younghyun—Dahee needs to fix the mess she made quickly, before it’s too late..

——— 

It’s been two weeks since Dahee’s has been admitted into the ward.  Through the week, Dahee always be by her dad’s side, not once she left the the private ward.  During the whole week, Dahee hopes she could meet with Dowoon, but he didn’t show up at all.

Did Dowoon really hates her now? Don’t Dowoon want to meet with her? What if Dowoon gonna gone from her life completely? Why didn’t Dowoon come and meet their dad? Will Dowoon avoid her completely? Those thoughts keeps on wandering in her mind all week.  She wants to everything went back to normal but things doesn’t seems to go in her way as she likes it. 

But little Dahee didn’t knew is—Dowoon is closer to her than she thought.  He always went to the hospital, in fact, he didn’t missed out any day to visit.  However, he didn’t have the courage to knock on the door and meet with his family—he would just glances over the window at the door whenever he drop by.  Dowoon is afraid that Dahee would gets upset again and worse, he didn’t get to meet his sister again.

Just as Dahee were about to doze off on her chair from the tiredness accompanying her dad, she heard soft groans coming from her dad’s bed, making she jolt from her seat at the slightest sounds—quickly rushed over to her dad’s side.

“Why? Do you need something?” Dahee asked when her dad murmuring some words as he slowly removed the oxygen mask attached to him but barely heard by Dahee so she moves closer to him.

“I’m sorry for hurting you this past years.  I’m not the best father you had.  I’m sorry for that.” Mr Yoon said as he softly took Dahee’s into his hands that full with needle drips and all sort of needles—gently strokes his daughter hands that he has hurt and lost for a long time  His words makes Dahee chokes and sobs softly as tears threaten to fall down.

“Dad...” Dahee were unable to form incoherent words as if big lumps blocking caught up in her throat.

“Thank you for taking care of me.  I don’t feel I have much time left.  I’m sorr—” Just before her dad could finished his words, loud beeping coming from the machine next to her dad, catching Dahee in surprise—his heartbeat were dropping and his eyelids are slowly closing in process. 

Quickly, she pushed the emergency button, alarming the doctor and nurses—hoping they would come fast at the moment.

“Dad! Don’t leave me! Wake up! Dad!” Dahee cries harder looking at her dad’s condition.  ‘This can’t be happening’, she thought as Dahee continues to shakes his dad, hoping he would conscious.  Tears were brimming in her eyes when Mr Yoon didn’t even respond to her anymore and his body felt weak as Dahee holds his hand tightly.

“Dad don’t leave me! Why you’re doing this to me?! Dad!!” Dahee wails even harder when one of the nurses come into to room along with the doctor as they rushed to the bed.

“Miss, please leave the room while we check up on him.” The nurse tries to guide her out from the ward even though Dahee keep on resisting.

“I can’t leave him!” Dahee sobs harder when the nurse take her out from the room, leaving her standing alone in front of the door. 

The nurse tries to convince a crying mess Dahee “Please cooperate with us, we’ll take care of Mr Yoon.”

“I’ll take care of her.” A familiar deep voice that Dahee recognize suddenly shows up beside her as his arms slung over Dahee’s shoulder—pulling her closer as if protecting her.

Dowoon looks down at her sister’s face, guilty and heartbroken slowly crept into his soul—feeling wronged towards his sister to let her felt hurt once again.  Gently, Dowoon pulls Dahee closer to him as he tightly hugged her into his embrace.  His hands softly rubbing her back  to calm her down. 

As sadness washed over her again—knowing that she could never see her dad again or be with her dad while he alive, Dahee can’t help but to sobs and cries harder in her brother’s arms, Yoon Dowoon. 

———

The funeral went smoothly with lots of people help around Dahee and Dowoon without the reporters or journalist interruptions as the funeral were held privately even though Mr Yoon is a well-known businessman.  After their dad were safely buried, Taeyong decide to took the two siblings to Dahee’s apartment—giving them some space from the reporters invading their grieving period. 

As soon they reach her place, Dahee went straight into her room, leaving the two boys worried over her but deeply, they do understand what Dahee has gone through. 

“It’s been a roller coaster for both you.  I already put your things in the room next to your sister’s room.  It’s your sister’s place, make yourself comfortable, yeah? Call me if anything u need.” Taeyong softly patted Dowoon on the shoulder as he makes his way out of the apartment—leaving Dowoon alone at the living room.

He take a good look around Dahee’s home.  His lips curled into a small smiles as soon as he saw couple of pictures from their childhood and their parent’s picture. 

His tracks stopped at a portrait photo of their family—it was taken during Dahee’s middle school graduation.  They looked so happy back then but that was in the past.  Dowoon felt his heart wrenched in pain as if someone has stabbed him with a knife.  He thought they would gather as family like old times when they found Dahee, but it didn’t work in that way.

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Few days passed and the siblings didn’t even talk or meet with each even though they stay under one roof.  Dahee always keep herself inside her room, crying every night if she could and didn’t even eat properly.. While Dowoon are worried about his sister but at the same time, he wants to give time and space to Dahee—no matter how long she take. 

To Dowoon surprise, he found Dahee in the kitchen, eating her breakfast as her expression were unreadable to him.  Feeling he shouldn’t disturb or said anything to her, he quietly makes his breakfast at the stove with his back facing her.

It were a chill silent between the two siblings.

But it was Dahee to break the ice between them.

“If you don’t mind, can we talk after you finish your breakfast?” Dahee’s soft voice break through the kitchen, catching Dowoon off guard as he quickly turns his attention to Dahee.

“O-okay.” Dowoon stuttered, baffled with the atmosphere but then calm down when Dahee went to the sink to wash her plates and quietly went to the living room, waiting for her brother.

———

Soft sighs leaves Dahee’s lips as she took a deep breathe after she toughen herself for this day.  The day she confront her brother.

“Dowoon” She called for her brother who has been sitting across her, making Dowoon raise up his head, giving her full attention.

“Y-yeah” Deep inside, Dowoon feel shaky and nervous as well as his sister. 

“I’m sorry.  I’m really really sorry.  For everything. I know I shouldn—”

“Noona, you don’t have to be sor—”

“No, listen to me first, please.” Dahee pleads, looking straight into her brother’s eyes, almost begging him to listen to her as she moves closer to him “I’m really sorry for everything.  For pushing you away all this time.  I know I shouldn’t treat you like nothing.  I know I’m so selfish towards you.  I understand if you don’t want to forgive me.  I understand if you’re mad or didn’t want to meet me anymor—”

Dowoon quickly took her hands into his, clasping them together “What do you mean? I’m not mad or upset at you, not a slightest.  I’m really happy to see you again.  God knows how much I missed you and excited to meet you. So don’t worry, you did nothing, hmm?” Dowoon tries persuade Dahee, lowering his doe eyes to meet with Dahee’s, giving her a big smiles in process.

“But I made lots of mistak—”

“Noona, look at me.” Dowoon urge her to lift up her face to meet with his soft gazes that looks so sincere and pure, just like back then.  Dowoon that full with pureness and kindhearted.  Dowoon once again flashes her a assuring smiles and gently strokes her arms before speaks up “The one who needs to apologize is me.  I’m the one who left you 7 years ago.  Me, your brother.” Dowoon said, pausing for a moment to let her sister listen to his words again.

Dowoon moves closer to her, his arms sneaked around her shoulder as his big figure engulf her in his embrace.  “I’m sorry for leaving you in the past.  I promise I wouldn’t leave you alone again. I’ll be by your side forever.  That’s what siblings for.” Dowoon whispered into her ears.  Upon the words leaves his mouth, Dowoon felt Dahee tighten her grips on his waist as small cries and hiccups leaves her lips, making Dowoon lets out small chuckles, already expecting his sister being a crybaby in his arms.

“Aigooo, my sister is such a baby, huh?” He playfully joked as he pulled away from the hug and wiped off the tears with his thumb from Dahee’s cheeks—succeded in making her let out a soft laugh at him.

A small thank you come out from Dahee’s lips that almost sounds as a whispered but didn’t go unnotice by Dowoon.

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Hello again! May I request DAY6 reacting to an Idol!S/O announcing their love for them during their S/O's concert? Thanks!

this is so cute

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Your group always did little fan interactions with tweet replies on stage

"Alright next question"- your leader announced

"Are you'll dating anybody, do we know them?"

She gave you a look as she read it out since you were the only one with a boyfriend, when you didn't reply she answered for the group

"All of us are still single and ready to m-"

"Actually", you interrupt her

"I'm dating someone"

The crowd starts screaming and chanting "Tell us, Tell us"

Jae

He usually came to your concerts but he had been cooped up in the JYP building, practicing.

He was in the common room with the rest of the JYP idols and they were showing a live stream of your concert on the big screen. Everyone had taken a break to watch and the infamous tweet popped up. Jae didn't expect you to but you did it.

"Its Park Jaehyung from DAY6".

I feel like Jae would be the cockiest one. Everyone in the room would turn to him and he'd put on this small smirk and say, "yea, she means me". He'd be like this at first but then get all soft and shy at heart while the rest of DAY6 teases him.

After your stage ends you'd be restless to get to him and he'd catch you in a big hug and lift you off the ground, peppering your face with kisses.

"I can finally do this in public", he'd say inbetween kisses while your members shout "get a room".

Sungjin

Sungjin would have agreed to keeping it lowkey to protect your image and shield the girl he loved from any hate so he stayed at home and watched the livestream of your show, not wanting to risk getting seen and even risk the chance of a rumour.

He'd get excited whenever you had to answer a question and when you interrupted your leader to answer the dating question, he would freeze.

"It's Park Sungjin, from DAY6".

He'd be worried at first but after seeing the crowd cheer like crazy and the positive livestream comments he'd actually start blushing and smiling. We know how shy the boy is. When you come by his place the next morning he'd have made a huge breakfast for you. He'll pull you into a warm hug and kiss your forehead,

"Hey girlfriend".

Brian YoungK

He was a huge fan of you, probably your biggest supporter, so he wanted to watch from the crowd and you bet he started chanting "Tell us".

And you did, but very vaguely, still a little nervous.

"You guys know Brian?"

The crowd was a little quiet, wanting you to continue- but you didn't. So this boy takes the opportunity and shouts "Who's Brian? MY NAME is YOUNGK!!"

The crowd starts laughing but then they realize it's actually him because your lighting staff, extra asf, cast a spotlight to YoungK's location in one of the VIP boxes. Everybody starts cheering and YoungK's face replaces the tweets on the big projector screen behind you.

"Yep, that's him", you beam and he send you a flying kiss- making the crowd flip again.

Wonpil

Emotional shy but really fkin crazy tiny little baby.

He loved you so much and he was very affectionate and clingy that so often he got upset whenever you had to step out in public and go at different times cause it wasn't officially announced yet.

He'd come to all your concerts and fansigns and the cutie would even send you his fanart- despite living in the same apartment.

So when the question popped up, he knew it was gonna go unnoticed so he slumped against the sofa backstage and huffed out like a child.

Until it didn't. You were answering and Wonpil felt himself DYING of curiosity.

"He's actually here today to see us perform too, Wonpil-sshi come on out here for a second".

He blinks twice to process it and then runs over to you. You give him a side hug and the fans start chanting your names and you hide him in a hug. From the overwhelming support, Wonpil would try so hard not to cry and it would be so obvious tho because he's just so emotional and everyone "AWWWW"s, when you lead him offstage, not breaking off the hug while the fans shout "OOLJIMA"

Dowoon

Your group didnt play any instruments so Dowoon had recommended playing the drums for you guys. That's how you met him. And how the infamous maknae love started- you were both the maknaes.

He'll probably be admiring you from the back, sitting at his drum kit and smiling proudly whenever you spoke. He was taking a swig of his water when you announced the answer to a question he never thought you'd answer.

"Yoon Dowoon is my biggest supporter and he is my drum", you'd joke and point to the drum kit. He'd turn so red and try to hide with the instruments but your other members would drag him out. The fans were throwing flowers on stage that they usually saved for the end and you picked up a red rose, handing it to Dowoon.

The boy would get all flustered and shy and hide behind you, backhugging you to keep himself steady cause he was shaking with joy.

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This was so calming to write.

I hope this was good, I haven't done reactions in a while so it may not be the exact format.

[alttimebomb]

Day6 reaction: their s/o likes to be tickled

Requested by Anon! Sorry this took so long Tumblr deleted it after I tried posting it

In no order

No gifs cause Tumblr hates me

Sungjin:

He's secetly a fucking demon don't @ me on this

You say you like to be tickled and hes like "oh ok that's cool"

But now he knows your weakness

So whenever you guys fight suddenly he goes right next to you

And tickles you in the side

And you can't stay mad at him

Jae:

He'd probably give you a judging look at first just cause

He's like that

lil shit pt 1

You're gonna be doing something important and suddenly he's tickling you

You're gonna regret ever telling him you like being tickled

Dowoon:

Lil shit pt 2

he's a demon

He's gonna kill you oneday

With tickles of course

he's honestly such a cutie about it

baby!

You guys gonna tickle each other alot

Wonpil:

He's baby about this

He'd smile so cutely when you told him

If you're ever having a bad day expect him to tickle you

Having a good day? It'll be even better

Youngk:

Idek how he'd react

He's!a!cutie!pie!

tickle war everyday

say you're coming home from work/school

And you're upset

And youngk is there

So he just tickles you to put a smile on your face

your smile = his happiness

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Aah I finished it!! Finally, it's not that good but thank you for requesting!!