#but Angel is still pretty new to boundaries so the whole thing just baffles him

[iwozlegit]

|| 🍍• You just know Husk is that much of a gentleman in his mannerisms that the first time he goes to cross the threshold of Angel’s room, he takes off his hat and waits to be physically asked to come in…

[puppywritings]

pairing: kim doyoung x male reader word count: 1886 description: due to an unexpected mishap, yours and doyoung’s hotel room had only one bed. but that was no big deal. right? masterlist

When you stepped off the plane, a warm gust of air hit you instantly, covering you like a blanket. Even as night time approached and the sky grew dark, the weather was so much warmer than you were used to. And you weren’t sure how, but the air even smelled like a holiday. You loved travelling; gaining new experiences, meeting people from all over the world, taking in new cultures. This holiday was unlike any other you had been on, though. You were meeting Doyoung here.

The two of you had been internet friends for years, unfortunately separated by the continents – though you still considered him to be your best friend. A meet-up had been in the works for the longest time, and you had eventually decided to take a vacation together. He was flying out from Korea and you from your hometown. You were to meet at the airport, and your tummy had been filled with anxious butterflies your whole flight.

Doyoung’s flight was due before yours, although you hadn’t agreed upon a specific meeting place within the airport. Your heart pounding with excitement and anxiety alike, you grappled with your phone the instant you reached the building, turning off airplane mode with a swift tap. You furrowed your eyebrows as you scrolled through the notifications that were barrelling in; the flight had been a few hours long, and you had far too many idols on post notifications for your own good. You shook your head frustratedly, discarding them all with a swipe and opening your messages.

However, your senses were soon overwhelmed and your phone forgotten in your hand when a pair of arms grasped you from behind. “Y/N!” a familiar voice called out in your ear. You spun around in his arms as fast as your legs would allow you to without getting tangled and wrapped your arms around your best friend, your head buried in his chest as he lifted you a few inches from the ground, squeezing you tightly.

“Doyoung!” you squeaked, your voice muffled by his body. Your grin went unnoticed as you pressed your face to him, but you knew he must have been sharing a similar one. You took an intake of breath, inhaling his scent. Not that you were surprised, but he carried such a sweet fragrance. Fresh and slightly floral. How could he smell this good right after hopping off a plane? you wondered, suddenly growing self-conscious of your own scent after the journey here. Though he hadn’t recoiled yet so it couldn’t have been that bad, you considered.

You pulled away, finally able to admire him in real life after all this time. His gums were bared and his eyes crinkled in the widest smile you had ever seen; his dark hair sat gently and perfectly on his forehead, just a little fluffy. Again, you were left wondering how the flight didn’t seem to affect his aura of perfection in any way – he really was an angel, you concluded.

“You’re so tall in real life,” you remarked, after moments of stunned silence.

“And you’re so cute,” he responded, a baffled tone to his voice. You didn’t believe your heart could pound any harder, but you were proved wrong by this comment. You could only giggle, as a rosy tint entered his cheeks.

“A-Are you hungry?” he stammered. “Do you want to grab something here before we go to the hotel?”

“Hmm,” you deliberated. “Nah. We can get room service. It’ll be like a slumber party.”

He nodded as a reply, beaming with that glowing blush still present. Your shoulder brushed against his arm as you made your way to the baggage claim together, and you would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t feel a spark pass between you.

“I still can’t believe we’re finally together,” you said with a chuckle as you followed Doyoung into your shared hotel room.

“Oh,” he spoke, stopping as soon as he entered. You frowned, unable to see what had surprised him from the doorway. “I think there’s been a mistake with the room.”

You stood on your tippy-toes, peering over his shoulder to catch a glance. “Oh,” you parroted him. There was only one bed.

You couldn’t deny that you had fantasized about this. It went unsaid that you harboured some more-than-friendly feelings towards Doyoung, although you were certain he was oblivious to this. Fantasies rushed through your head at lightspeed – laying your head on the pillow and gazing into his eyes. His warm body just inches from your own. Those light and soft snores that you had heard on the phone so many times, but now in person. Could your heart even take that? Would you survive? Definitely not. But, at the same time, you were utterly exhausted from your flight and it was far too late to deal with such hassle.

“I’m so tired from all the travelling,” you groaned. “I just wanna stuff my face with greasy food then pass out. It’ll be okay for tonight, right? We’ll sort things out tomorrow.”

Doyoung nodded with a smile. “Sure,” he agreed.

“Where’s the room service menu?” you mused, heading into the room and discarding your suitcase. You heard a dose of laughter from Doyoung, and smiled to yourself.

You couldn’t help but pout when you woke up the next morning. The sheets were warm around you, and bright yellow sunlight filtered through the curtains. The other side of the bed was bare, but you heard the shower running in the ensuite bathroom, along with Doyoung’s quiet but audible singing. Things were rather perfect at that moment but nevertheless, you pouted. There had been no impromptu cuddles through the night, no silent forehead kisses. On the contrary, you had fallen asleep mere moments after your head hit the pillow, exhaustion getting the better of you.

Your pouting didn’t last long, however. The time you had spent with Doyoung last night was better than you could’ve imagined. Just reliving the memories brightened your mood instantly. You had shared an obscene amount of food as you laughed at some obscure comedy movie that was airing on one of the very few channels the hotel offered. After so many years of being close to Doyoung, you finally had the chance to spend some real time with him. It had felt better than you ever thought it would.

Just as you left the bed and began to rifle through your suitcase for the day’s outfit, the bathroom door opened with a click. “Y/N,” Doyoung spoke. “You’re awake.”

“Good morning,” you turned around to grin at him. His skin looked clear and radiant, and his hair was damp and tousled. He looked beautiful.

“I wanted to wake you up but you looked so sweet and peaceful I couldn’t.” His words brought a blush to your cheeks, and you turned back to your suitcase before he could notice.

You cleared your throat. “We should probably speak to reception about getting our room changed, right?”

There was silence for a few moments before Doyoung replied. “Let’s wait until after breakfast.”

You gave a hum of agreement, and tried to settle your racing heart.

As it had turned out, both of you had forgotten about speaking to reception. You had enjoyed the hotel’s buffet breakfast before venturing out into the city to explore and sightsee. Your heart had been fluttering and pounding intermittently throughout the day – when Doyoung dabbed at some sunscreen that hadn’t quite absorbed itself into your cheek, when Doyoung insisted you share a sundae at that cute café, when Doyoung existed with that perfect smile and those dazzling eyes. Perhaps your feelings were more serious than you had originally thought.

As it happened, you only remembered about solving the bed situation when you returned to the hotel that evening. Doyoung, always a gentleman, had offered to go down to the lobby himself and speak to the staff, while you retrieved the belongings that you had left lying around the room. The prospect of getting a new room with individual beds was a little upsetting to you, but you had to respect Doyoung’s boundaries.

You wiped away your gloomy expression when you heard the door open with a click.

“Did you get it fixed?” you asked Doyoung.

He gave a shake of his head. “They wanted to charge us to switch. I figured we were better off just staying here – it was pretty expensive.”

“Oh,” was all you said, trying to downplay the elation that was spreading throughout your body.

“Is that okay?” Doyoung checked. “We can pay the fee if you want to.”

“No, this is fine,” you assured him with a smile. Hope blossomed in your heart, and refused to die down though you tried to quell it.

On the last night of your vacation together, you slid into bed with a frown on your face. Although it had been a week, you were nowhere near ready to say goodbye to him. Your heart banged against your chest, a mixture of sadness and longing rumbling there, as well as the exhilaration you drew from being so close to Doyoung.

“I wish we didn’t have to leave,” Doyoung spoke your exact thoughts as he lay in bed next to you.

“Me too,” you sighed.

“Don’t pout,” he said, raising his hand to gently tap your nose. This brought a smile to your lips, to which he said, “That’s better. I love your cute smile.”

You blushed furiously, looking away from him and cursing yourself inwardly. “You’re cute when you blush too,” he commented. Why was he so bold tonight? Over the week you had spent together, your barriers had been knocking down gradually. The previous night, Doyoung had held you in his arms from the moment you got into bed to the time you had to get up.

“You’re pretty cute yourself,” you complimented him in return, your voice hardly above a whisper.

He spoke without missing a beat. “Kiss me then.”

“W-What?” you stuttered gently, genuinely wondering if you had misheard.

“Only if you want to.” He shared a blush similar to yours now, a furious scarlet colour spreading across his face – you saw it easily despite the dim lighting in the room.

The two of you were still and silent for a few seconds, although it felt more like a few eternities. You built up your courage, leaning in far too slowly before you met his rosy pink lips with a gentle peck.

You gulped, before asking. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“What is it?” he whispered back.

“I really like you.” The silence that met your words was deafening, and you were all too aware of how fast your heart was pounding.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He responded eventually. You gave an affirmative hum. “The hotel didn’t want to charge us to switch rooms. I didn’t even speak to them. I only pretended to because I didn’t want to get a new room. Also, I really like you too.” You couldn’t stifle the happy giggle that bubbled within you. “I really wish we did this sooner,” Doyoung spoke again.

“Me too,” you agreed. “We’re idiots.”

Doyoung replied by pressing a kiss to your cheek. Meanwhile, you were already mentally planning your next trip to see him.