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The Sirens Game2 • kim Doyoung

♡PARING: idol Doyoung x famous reader

♥︎WORD COUNT: 1541K

♡GENRE(S): Famous au, fighting,Scandalous, smut, angst 

♥︎ SUMMARY: You find yourself at an exclusive, mysterious party one where the rules are designed to test loyalties and shatter friendships. Attending with Jaehyun, you think nothing of it until Doyoung steps into the picture. He’s always had a soft spot for you, but once you start talking, the chemistry is undeniable. You’ve never seen jealousy in his eyes before, but the moment he gets a taste of you, he’s not about to let anyone else have a chance. This party isn’t just a night of fun it’s a game of desire, and Doyoung is playing to win.

♡♥︎ WARNINGS: Smut eventually, angsty, bipolar, jealousy, toxicity

♥︎♡♥︎♡NOTES: Hii guys this is part 2 if you haven’t seen part one please go read it Here anyways I hope you enjoy let me know how you guys like it!!!

The moment you step into the private lounge, the atmosphere shifts. The distant hum of the party fades, replaced by something heavier, more intimate. The city sprawls out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline glittering like it knows a secret you don’t. The air is thick with unspoken words, tension winding tight between you and Doyoung like an invisible thread ready to snap.

He doesn’t sit. Instead, he leans against the bar, fingers wrapped around a crystal glass of whiskey, the ice inside melting slowly—the way you imagine he must be trying to keep himself composed.

You take your time settling onto the couch, legs crossed deliberately, the slit of your silk dress parting just enough to make his throat bob slightly when his eyes flicker downward.

“So,” you say, swirling the wine in your own glass, “why did you bring me here?”

Doyoung’s gaze lifts, sharp and unreadable. “I wanted to talk.”

A slow smirk curves your lips. “Talk?” You let the word linger, tasting it like a foreign concept.

His fingers tighten around his glass.

You tilt your head. What is it about him? He isn’t like the others—the ones who trip over themselves, eager to please. No, Doyoung holds himself differently. Calculated. Restrained. The kind of man who never loses control.

And that makes you wonder—what would he be like if he did?

“You play with people,” he says finally, his voice low, smooth, but laced with something else.

You arch a brow. “Do I?”

Doyoung scoffs, setting his drink down with a soft clink. “You like watching them fall for you. You like having them at your feet, chasing something you’ll never actually give.” He tilts his head slightly. “Am I wrong?”

The way he’s watching you now—it’s not admiration. It’s understanding. Like he sees past the glossy surface, straight into the places you keep hidden.

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you take a slow sip of wine, letting the warmth coat your throat before murmuring, “And what if I do? Does that bother you?”

Doyoung exhales through his nose, a quiet, humorless laugh. “No.” He leans in just slightly, the faintest hint of his cologne—something deep, clean, intoxicating—curling into your senses. “But it should bother Jaehyun.”

Ah. There it is.

You smirk, tilting your chin up. “Are you worried about him… or yourself?”

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬.

For the first time, Doyoung hesitates. His fingers twitch at his side, a flicker of something crossing his face before he tamps it down.

You rise from your seat, closing the space between you. He stays still as you reach up, letting your fingers ghost along the open collar of his shirt, barely skimming the warmth of his skin.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝.

“Tell me,” you whisper, watching his throat bob as he swallows. “Is this the first time you’ve wanted something you shouldn’t?”

A muscle feathers in his jaw. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”

Your lips curve. “No.” Your fingers trail lower, grazing the faintest hint of his collarbone. “But I know this.”

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭.

Your breath falters. He’s not rough, but there’s a silent command in the way he holds you there, thumb pressing against your pulse. Steady. Unwavering.

Your heart, on the other hand? Betraying you.

Doyoung studies you for a long moment, his grip just firm enough to remind you he’s not like the others. He’s not someone you can just play with and discard.

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he murmurs, voice barely above a breath.

You exhale softly, lips parting just slightly as your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. “Then show me.”

𝐀 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

You both freeze.

“Y/N?”

Jaehyun’s voice cuts through the thick silence, firm, but with an edge of something else. Suspicion? Concern?

𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.

You take a step back, shaking off the haze, smoothing your dress as if that could erase what just happened.

He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply, his face unreadable now—carefully composed, like none of it affected him.

But his fingers still burn where they touched you.

Your chest rises and falls, the air between you still thick as you turn toward the door, forcing a steady breath.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞.

You open the door just enough to step through, flashing a bright, effortless smile at Jaehyun. His eyes sweep over you, then flick behind you—where Doyoung is still standing in the dim light, shoulders tense.

Jaehyun’s jaw clenches.

"You okay?" he asks quietly.

You nod, slipping your arm through his. “Of course. Just needed a moment.”

𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?

Now that’s a game neither of you can afford to lose

The party rages on, but the air feels different now.

𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

He’s good at controlling himself—has been his entire life. Discipline, patience, composure. It’s what sets him apart. What keeps him untouchable.

But right now? Watching you laugh at something Jaehyun whispers in your ear, your fingers resting lightly on his wrist?

𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥.

He should have never taken you into that room. Should have never let you get close enough to test him like that. Because now? Now he can still feel the phantom heat of your fingers on his skin. Still hear your voice whispering against his ear.

“Then show me.”

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬.

His jaw clenches as he downs the rest of his whiskey, barely feeling the burn. But it’s not enough.

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

You feel his eyes on you.

The weight of it is heavy, pressing into your skin even with Jaehyun’s arm around your waist.

You’ve played games before, but this one? This one is different. Because Doyoung isn’t just another man falling at your feet—he’s something else entirely.

Something you actually want.

And that’s dangerous.

But danger never scared you.

“Jaehyun,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. “Get me another drink?”

His gaze flickers over you, then to where Doyoung stands, his expression unreadable. You see the hesitation in his eyes, the flicker of tension tightening his shoulders.

𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴.

But after a moment, he nods. “Of course.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴.

A hand wraps around your wrist—𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮, 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦—and suddenly you’re being pulled away, through the dimly lit corridors of the venue.

No one sees. No one stops you.

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘋𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨.

And when he wants something, he takes it.

The door slams shut behind you.

You're in another private lounge—this one darker, quieter. No music, no voices, just the sound of your breath hitching as Doyoung presses you against the wall, his hands braced on either side of your head.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬? 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he murmurs. His voice is calm—too calm. The kind of calm that hides something dangerous underneath.

You tilt your chin up, refusing to shrink beneath the weight of his stare. “No. I don’t.”

A muscle ticks in his jaw. His fingers flex against the wall.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

You smirk. “Am I?”

His gaze darkens. His breath is warm against your skin, but he doesn’t touch you. He just watches, waiting.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Your pulse is erratic now, betraying the calm façade you’re trying to maintain. But you don’t back down. Instead, you reach up, fingers grazing his open collar again, feeling the heat of his skin.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨.

“Why him?” he asks suddenly.

Your brows knit. “What?”

Jaehyun. He doesn’t say it, but you hear it anyway.

You stare at him, heartbeat hammering against your ribs. “Why do you care?”

Doyoung exhales sharply. “I don’t.”

𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫.

His grip tightens slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath catch.

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬.

But before you can push further, before you can say something that will ruin everything, the door bursts open.

𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

The way Doyoung has you pinned. The way your hand is still tangled in his shirt. The way Doyoung’s grip hasn’t loosened, even with Jaehyun standing there.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘴.

Jaehyun’s jaw tightens. “What the hell is going on?”

𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨.

You inhale sharply, stepping back just enough to put space between you and Doyoung.

But Jaehyun already knows.

𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥.

“You good?” he asks you, voice tense.

You force a smirk, shaking off the heat still lingering on your skin. “Of course. We were just… talking.”

𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠.

Doyoung stares back, unreadable, composed again—𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥.

Jaehyun exhales, rolling his shoulders back. “Let’s go.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫.

You glance at Doyoung one last time. His eyes flicker over you—something unreadable passing through them—before he finally looks away.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰—𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵? 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯.

And when it does?

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

Hi guys I’m back at it again😜 I just wanted to say thank you for the people who liked the last one you guys motivated me to work on the second part faster. I can’t wait for part 3 it will be wild.

[cherry-rosess]

The Sirens Game• kim Doyoung

♡PARING: idol Doyoung x famous reader

♥︎WORD COUNT:1,169K

♡ GENRE(S): Famous au, fighting, Scandalous, smut, angst

♥︎ SUMMARY: You find yourself at an exclusive, mysterious party one where the rules are designed to test loyalties and shatter friendships. Attending with Jaehyun, you think nothing of it until Doyoung steps into the picture. He’s always had a soft spot for you, but once you start talking, the chemistry is undeniable. You’ve never seen jealousy in his eyes before, but the moment he gets a taste of you, he’s not about to let anyone else have a chance. This party isn’t just a night of fun it’s a game of desire, and Doyoung is playing to win.

♡♥︎ WARNINGS: Smut eventually, angsty, bipolar, jealousy, toxicity

♥︎♡♥︎♡ NOTES: hii it’s my first time writing so I hope I do a decent job! Sorry for any misspelling! I got inspiration for this idea because I was listening to a song. Which I recommend to play while reading !!! It’s called In for It by Tory lanez. I’m not done with this story yet there will be a part two!! So if you want to be on the tag list for that please let me know!!! Enjoy! Part 2

Fame looks good on you. Maybe too good.

People don’t just admire you they worship you. Your voice? Addictive. Your beauty? Dangerous. They call you a siren, and honestly, they’re not wrong. With just a glance, a soft smile, or the way your lips move when you sing, they fall. Hard. You thrive on it the chase, the hunger in their eyes, the way they bend at your feet just for a second of your time. Maybe it’s because you grew up without a father, or maybe you were just born to be adored. Either way, men are nothing more than a game to you.

The young ones? Too easy. Immature, predictable, desperate. You play with them, dangle the promise of something real just out of reach, then disappear before they can even figure out what went wrong. Pathetic, really. But it keeps you entertained.

Older men, though? That’s a different story. Not too old—just enough to make it interesting. Experienced enough to make you hesitate. To make you wonder.

But nothing has ever truly held your attention for long.

Until now

It arrives after an awards show—an elegant, black envelope slipped into your dressing room. No sender. Just your name, handwritten in silver ink. Inside, a card with a web address and a single instruction:

RSVP.

Curious, you type it in. The screen goes black before white text appears.

"Enter your name."

You hesitate, then type: Y/N L/N.

Seconds later, the page refreshes.

"Y/N L/N, we are delighted to confirm your invitation to an exclusive event. This is not your typical party. You are required to wear all black, accessorized with jewelry of your choice. Heels are mandatory. No cameras, no interviews, no social media. For one night, we offer you freedom—without the weight of a scandal. Upon arrival, you will be assigned a partner for the evening. While you are free to socialize, you and your partner must reunite for specific games throughout the night. We look forward to seeing you."

Your eyes skim the message, heart picking up slightly. Games? Assigned partners? This was starting to sound… interesting.

Then, another notification pops up.

"Your partner for the evening is: Jeong Jaehyun."

You blink. The name is familiar. Too familiar. Your fingers move before your brain catches up, typing his name into Google.

"Jeong Jaehyun – member of the global sensation NCT."

Your lips part slightly. NCT…

Memories flood back—late nights watching their performances, your once-hidden crush on them before fame consumed your life. But one name, in particular, stands out in your mind.

Doyoung.

Sharp eyes, smooth voice, that effortlessly cool presence. He was the one you secretly lingered on the longest. And if Jaehyun was invited, there was a high chance Doyoung was too.

You smirk. This just got a lot more interesting

“Did you get invited to that party?” Jaehyun asks, glancing at Doyoung, who’s scrolling through his phone.

“I think all of 127 did,” Doyoung replies casually.

Jaehyun hesitates before asking, “Did you check who your partner is?”

Doyoung doesn’t even look up. “Yeah. Some girl named Ravyn Lenae. You?”

Jaehyun shifts slightly in his seat, suddenly aware of how dry his throat feels. “Uh… Y/N L/N.”

Silence.

Doyoung freezes. His phone goes still in his hands.

Jaehyun notices and lets out a small, nervous laugh. “Doyoung…?”

Doyoung snaps out of it, clearing his throat. “Oh. Yeah. Cool.”

Cool? Cool?

Jaehyun isn’t stupid. He sees the way Doyoung’s fingers tighten around his phone, the way his jaw flexes slightly before relaxing again.

Doyoung has only seen you perform live once, but once was enough. His members caught on early, teasing him every time your name popped up. He brushed it off five years older, never crossed paths with you. But then came that one interview.

When they asked about your type, you didn’t hesitate.

"I like older men. Honestly, I don’t care about looks it’s about how they carry themselves."

He ignored it at first. But later that night, alone in his room, he found himself thinking about it.

Now, here you are about to spend an entire night with Jaehyun.

Doyoung exhales slowly. “You’re lucky,” he says, keeping his voice even.

Jaehyun watches him carefully. “Look, I don’t want this to cause any—”

“It won’t,” Doyoung interrupts, forcing a tight-lipped smile. “Have fun.”

Jaehyun doesn’t believe him.

Neither does Doyoung.

The night arrives faster than expected, and for the first time in a long time, you feel nervous.

Your stylist makes sure everything is perfect. The custom black silk Dior dress drapes over your body like liquid, hugging every curve in the most sinful way. Your long, sleek hair is adorned with a diamond headpiece that glides down your middle part, resting against your forehead like a modern tiara. No necklace—just delicate diamond earrings that shimmer under the dim lights.

Your makeup? Mesmerizing. A soft, icy blue that fades into a sheer white shimmer, highlighting your eyes and beauty marks. Ethereal, untouchable.

By the time the limo arrives, your heart is pounding. The door opens, and there he is.

Jaehyun.

Dressed in an all-black tailored suit, slightly unbuttoned to show a hint of his collarbone, his silver accessories catching the light just right. He looks at you for a long second before finally speaking.

“Wow. You look… breathtaking.”

You smirk, stepping inside. “Our stylists did their job well.”

The ride is quiet, thick with anticipation. When you arrive, the red carpet is lined with flashing cameras, capturing every second of you and Jaehyun stepping out, arms linked.

But just before you exit the limo, Jaehyun stiffens slightly. His gaze locks onto someone stepping out of the car ahead of you.

You follow his line of sight and your breath hitches.

Doyoung.

Your stomach tightens. Holy sh—

Dressed in a black silk button-down, slightly unbuttoned, revealing just enough of his chest, a silver cross necklace resting against his skin. His sharp gaze flickers toward you for a split second before he looks away, walking inside.

You don’t even realize your lips have parted slightly until Jaehyun gently tugs you forward. Cameras flash, your body moves on autopilot, but your mind? It’s inside that party already.

Inside. Where Doyoung is.

The moment you enter the party, you release Jaehyun’s arm. “I’ll be back,” you whisper.

Jaehyun nods, watching as you beeline for the bar.

Doyoung is there, a glass in hand, eyes trained on his drink like it holds all the answers to the thoughts running through his head.

You slide into the seat beside him, ordering a glass of wine before turning to him.

"You looked good out there," you say, voice low, playful.

Doyoung’s fingers pause around his glass. He doesn’t look at you immediately, but when he does—when those dark eyes meet yours—you feel it.

“Thanks,” he murmurs.

You tilt your head, watching him carefully. “I’m Y/N. You must be Doyoung.”

He exhales, finally allowing himself to look at you. “Yeah. It’s nice to meet you.”

He hesitates. “You and Jaehyun looked… good together.”

A smirk tugs at your lips.

“But do we look better together?”

His grip tightens around his glass.

"Do you want to go somewhere quieter?" he asks.

Your lips part slightly. Then, you nod.

And just like that, the game really begins…

I’m so sorry for ending it here ! I’m working on part two as I post this. It was getting very long so I figured why not split it in to two parts 😓 let me know if you have any questions!!!!!