#dowoon drabble

[jazziwritesthings]

Mooties and non-mooties can you please send the accounts that currently/actively write for DAY6??? I can't seem to get the right tags to see really anything and I NEED IT

Please and Thank you

Also love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[yodatzutzu]

i need somebody

(aespa Winter x Male Reader) ❄️pairing: Cheater! Idol! Winter x Cheated! Idol! Male Reader ❄️genre: angst ❄️w/c: 762 words ❄️warning: not proofread, some grammar mistakes maybe ❄️tags: lovers, betrayal, cheating occured ❄️a/n: Hello, this is Tzu! It's been a long time since I wrote fanfiction, I'm also new to Tumblr, so the formatting might be dank lol. This is just a short drabble I did, and hopefully I can make this into a series to show Y/N's past with Winter and how the heartbreak occurred. I suggest playing the song while you read to get into the feels, you know? :>

A melodic whistle was heard throughout the stadium as the lights slowly faded in a tone Winter was very familiar with, the spotlight focused on Y/N highlighting his sky blue guitar with a snowflake brooch pinned on the strap. The light then highlighted each member of the band. Y/N walked towards his microphone and started to sing his verse.

Hello geogi

Nugu eopsna

Where is

Y/N sang his lines with calmness and a pang of sadness, while strumming his guitar slowly to play the notes while closing his eyes trying to focus on their performance.

Naege daedap hana

Haejul nugunga

Is anyone there?

Y/N opens his eyes and scans the audience while slowly singing, his caramel eyes stopping at her. The same eyes he loved staring at, now gazes back at him with sadness and regret.

Sarajyeo jeomjeom sori eopsi

Naegeseo amu iyu eopsi

Hoksina jeonbuda chakgagin geonji

Kkumsogeseo seoroga seororeul boneun geonji

As Wonpil sings his part of the song, memories flashes through Winter’s mind playing back her mistakes and stupid decisions which caused her to be unfaithful to the one she truly loved.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Y/N continued to play his guitar even though a deep frown muzzles his face, reminiscing about his experiences on why he wrote this song while Young K sang the chorus beautifully.

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N continued the second part of the chorus while closing his eyes against the memories that flooded in because of Winter’s gaze. Slowly tears pooled in his eyes while he continued to sing melodically for the audience.

Hello amudo eopsnayo

Nareul badajul sarameun yeogi

Is anyone here?

Dagawa naege sori eopsi

Jabajwo amu iyu eopsi

Y/N sang his verse, the melody of his voice enchanting the whole stadium. Y/N’s voice is laced with sadness. Then Y/N whistled the familiar tone once again, that joyful tone that Winter taught him when they were trainees.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Young K and Sungjin harmonized through the chorus, their words flowing like a gentle stream making the audience in the stadium feel the raw emotions the song is conveying.

Ye chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Nae meorissoge ullineun siren

Hwaksilhi igeon anin deut hae

Chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Oh now I got to do something

All of Day6 then sang in unison while expertly playing their instruments. Wonpil and Young K are glancing at Y/N, knowing this song hits hard for him. Dowoon and Sungjin smile, offering support for their maknae. After Wonpil’s line, the bass and guitar faded out. Only the keyboard and drums remained.

Y/N let go of his guitar letting it hang on his body loosely and grasped the microphone tightly preparing to sing the last chorus of the song.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

He let himself feel all the emotions he bottled up over the last few months. The copious amount of emotions he’d let fester within him exploded as he belted out the lyrics. He traced the outline of the snowflake brooch on his guitar strap, a painful reminder of the person he loved with all his heart, the one who he wanted to grow old with, the one that betrayed him.

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

He then ripped it off suddenly causing the pin to break, and shattering the snowflake. Tears distorted his vision as he sang, showering his cheeks. All the instruments came back to life as if trying to show their support to Y/N.

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N’s head hung low, his hands grasping his microphone tightly, tears streaming down his face. His throat tightened, his voice breaking before singing the last line. 

The lights then slowly fade out, and Y/N’s composure suddenly crumbles causing him to break down in tears. Winter adopted a remorseful look, turning away from the sight of Y/N crumbling down on stage, while her eyes burned with the tears that begged to be set free. The stadium applauded the band as they help Y/N walk to the backstage

She sighed deeply and shut her eyes letting the tears fall freely on her cheeks. She curses herself on why she did it, Why was she so stupid to cheat on him?

[nixtape-foryou]

✿ SHOP DELPHINIUMS

Delphiniums embody a message of cheerfulness, goodwill, and protective qualities, serving as a symbol of encouragement and joy. Universally recognized as 'big-hearted,' delphiniums come in various colors, each carrying its own significance. The prevalent blue signifies dignity and grace, while white and pink represent new life and the vibrant power of youth. These flowers beautifully convey sentiments and add layers of meaning through their diverse hues.

LIMITED STOCK - VENDORS NEEDED

Bouquets = Series | Stems = Oneshots | Seeds = Drabbles | In Shipment = Ongoing

STEMS

Just Flower Shop Things by punksungjin (1.5k) || Flower Shop AU || The mandatory florist!wonpil bc he is so soft and cute. alternatively: everyday wonpil looks forward to seeing his favorite customer, but it has to take a little bit of jealousy to get him to admit he likes them.

Where’s the First Aid Kit? by inyournightmares97 ☆ (1.0k) || Angst, Unrequited Love || Why does my heart hurt?

Are you Asking me Out? by inyournightmares97 ★ (1.0k) || Mafia AU || Get me a good price on those diamonds and you can take me to dinner anywhere you want

A Confession, Of Sorts by jungnoir ★ (4.6k) || Idol AU, Fake Dating || “Why does everyone want to date the drummer? Keyboardists work just as hard, you know!” ⇢ wonpil gets a little drunk after a show and he’s got some choice words for dowoon... and you, his crush.

Lavender and Midnight by dawnpil ★ (5.0k) || Witch/Mage AU, Fantasy AU || Village witches and court mages aren’t supposed to mix. in extreme situation, however, exceptions can be made.

[gyuarchives]

hi, gyuarchives here.

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[ to be continued ..... ] 

[blu-joons]

HUSBAND DAY6 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Yoon Dowoon

A ⇴ AFFECTION

You were a very cuddly couple, the two of you loved to spend time with each other, even when you were out with others you would still make sure that you were sat next to each other and holding onto each other somehow too.

B ⇴ BOYS

It didn’t take long for the boys to accept you as they saw how giddy Dowoon was whenever he was around you. He got incredibly shy seeing you around the boys, seeing his two worlds collide felt incredibly special for him, and was even more meaningful as the two different worlds got on so well together.

C ⇴ COMFORT

There was often a little bit of fright in Dowoon whenever he saw that you needed comforting as he worried about what to do. He’d watch you for a few seconds quite a lot of the time to try and figure out whether you wanted to talk, be cuddled or both, not wanting to do the wrong thing for you when you were down.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

He loved to try and learn when it came to being domesticated, although he wasn’t the best at doing jobs around the house, Dowoon tried to pick things up. He copied your methods for most things so that he could things for himself and lessen the workload that you had around the house. Over time, he became more and more domesticated, mainly thanks to you being so willing to help show Dowoon most of the ropes.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

It took quite a while for Dowoon to propose to you, as he often got too nervous to do it. Before he actually proposed to you, there had been several other points when he had planned to get down on one knee, but something in the back of his mind stopped him. Eventually he managed to pluck up the courage and the confidence to get down on one knee and finally propose to you before he got too scared again.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Dowoon’s favourite thing about being with you was how much he found himself laughing whenever he was around you, with his sides often aching from giggling so much in your company. He found you hilarious, whether you intended to make him laugh or not quite a lot of the time, but the two of you also shared similar senses of humour so you’d often find yourselves laughing about the same things too.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

The two of you definitely preferred to stay in and just do your own thing, at times having to go out felt like a chore for the two of you, especially when you had no choice but to attend whatever event was being hosted. You’d both be incredibly relieved whenever the event ended so that you could finally head home.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

Your honeymoon ended up taking place a little while after the two of you got married due to your busy schedules. By that point it didn’t feel much like a honeymoon, but at the same time the two of you were just thankful to be on holiday and away from the hecticness of the city for a few days as well.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Telling you that he loved you often made Dowoon shy, so instead he quite liked to do things to show you that he loved you instead. Gifting you flowers was definitely a favourite method of his because it meant that Dowoon didn’t have to always see you face to face and let you see how flustered such gestures made him.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

It wasn’t very often that Dowoon would get jealous, if anything you were the one that got jealous much more often then he did. There were still times when you struggled to deal with the attention that came his way as an idol, quite often feeling pushed aside a little too when he was surrounded by so many of his fans who didn’t seem to want to pay much attention to the fact that you were stood there too.

K ⇴ KIDS

You definitely were in no rush when it came to settling down and starting a family, the two of you trusted that it would happen when everything fell into place. Despite a little pressure on you from your families, the two of you were determined to walk through your futures at a pace comfortable for you both.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

The two of you slept a lot on your lazy days and made up for all of the early mornings and late nights that you had when your schedules were busy. You quite enjoyed just doing nothing and lazing around your home, most of your day was spent just talking to each other and sharing the stories that you hadn’t been able to share with each other because of how little time you spent with one another.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

You were bad influences on one another when it came to the mornings, trying to pull each other back down when they tried to get up. Especially when one of you didn’t have to get up too early at all you’d try your best to encourage the other to stay so that you didn’t have to spend too long in bed all by yourself.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

Most nights the two of you just spent time in bed and watched something to distract yourselves from thinking about work. You would lay for hours some nights and watch as many episodes as you possibly could.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Dowoon was obsessed with your laughter. He just loved to hear you laugh, even if you were in a different room of the house, when he heard you laughing Dowoon just automatically found himself smiling too.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

He loved being at home with you as if nothing else mattered in the world. The comfort of home was like nothing else for the two of you, being able to do what you wanted and not be interrupted. At times those moments were rare, but every single one of them was appreciated, without any failure by Dowoon.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

If he could tell that you were a little bit stress or snappy, Dowoon would be onto you straight away and wanting to know what was wrong, not quitting on asking you until you eventually opened up to him.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Whenever he played his drums, Dowoon kept his wedding ring on a stand down the middle of the kit to make sure that he didn’t risk damaging the ring. He also loved being able to see his wedding ring whenever he performed and use it as something to give himself a little extra boost whenever he was up on stage.

S ⇴ SILENCE

Getting silence in your home with a drummer was almost impossible, no matter how hard Dowoon tried to be quiet whenever he rehearsed, you still managed to hear it. Even when he wasn’t playing, if the two of you were in silence, then his hands would start drumming against something to make a bit of noise.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Dowoon’s best trick for making things work with you was trying to make as many memories as possible, not only so that the two of you could enjoy yourselves but also so that you could reminisce in the future too.

U ⇴ UPSET

There would often be a moment of panic in Dowoon when he saw that you were upset before remembering to be there for you.

V ⇴ VISITS

He loved to visit you when you were at work, often trying to wind you up too. Dowoon loved to surprise you as your colleagues loved to tease you too about how shy you became whenever he showed his face.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

There was only one thing that Dowoon wished for and that was that he continued to have you right by his side forever.

X ⇴ XXXX

He loved to peck against your cheek, especially when you were least expecting it. Dowoon was incredibly observant, never missing the chance to stun you with affection and leave your cheeks a shade of red.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his rock, there was never a moment when you weren’t there supporting him.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The two of you would often fall asleep cuddled up to one another and holding on tight. You hated having to use a blanket or cuddle up to a teddy, trying as often as possible to rest in Dowoon’s chest instead.

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[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!!!!

~~~

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

[sinsofstrays]

Till You Become a Mess

Dom!Woon x Reader | Smut 

Word Count: 675

omg... ur writing is simply *mwah* fantastic!! can i req dom!dowoon fcking u in a bathroom after u teased tf outta him at dinner? -Anon

I hope you enjoy lovely and thank you so much! 

You aren’t surprised to hear the boys talking loudly in the dorm. Dowoon brings you inside, apologizing that you two couldn’t be alone for dinner. It doesn’t bother you as much, you’re used to the group being there. But it does make it harder to mess around with Dowoon.

Dowoon leads you to the table, where the voices are at their loudest. Everyone quiets down a bit more when you take your seat. Dowoon sits beside you, keeping his hand softly over your thigh. Sungjin and Younghyun bring out an assortment of foods, and you have to admit that you’re pretty impressed with the spread.

Everyone goes near completely silent once they start eating. As Dowoon takes a bite of food, he jumps and hits his knee off the table. He clears his throat and glances at you. You bite a smile as you pull your hand away from his thigh. Dowoon shakes his head and continues to eat, happy that only Wonpil seemed to notice.

He is caught off guard once more as your hand travels higher. His fork drops to the plate as he shivers from your touch. He lets out an embarrassed and choked laugh. Under the table, he digs his nails into your inner thigh. You smirk, your hand palming him just enough to feel him twitch under you.

Dowoon leans back and clears his throat, grabbing your wrist as you squeeze his upper thigh. He stands up and excuses himself, walking down the hall. The boys don’t pay any mind to him and continue to eat. Before Dowoon turns the corner, he looks at you and twitches his brow. You know he is telling you to follow.

You quietly slip from the table and sneak down the hall. As soon as you reach the door to the bathroom, Dowoon pulls you in. He collides his lips into yours and pushes you against the vanity, blindly closing and locking the door. His palms roll into your hips.

“You’re so bad, baby.” He whispers before lifting you up onto the vanity. “Do you enjoy teasing me?”

You only respond with a smirk that is quickly swept away by Dowoon’s lips. He grabs the back of your hair and pulls your head back, biting at your neck. Your eyes close and you grind into Dowoon’s hips. Dowoon grips your hips harder before ripping your jeans down, tossing them to the floor.

He kisses your neck before squeezing your bare thigh. Dowoon’s body trembles but he doesn’t hold himself back. He undoes his own jeans and exposes himself, pulling your body closer. You hold your breath to keep from gasping out as he suddenly thrusts into you.

You bury into Dowoon’s shoulder as he digs his hips into yours. He keeps one hand wrapped in your hair and one gripping your waist. Your back arches, Dowoon grinding into you faster and faster. He lets go of your hair and slams his hand against the mirror to keep his balance. Sweat quickly beads on his skin. Your body trembles as you feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm.

Dowoon bites and heavily kisses your neck, digging his nails into your skin. His breath gets heavier as pressure builds at the base of his spine.

“Cum for me, baby.” He whispers into your ear.

You muffle a moan into his shirt and let yourself orgasm, nearly slipping from the vanity. Dowoon keeps a tight grip on you as he keeps his pace. He smirks, listening to you attempting to keep quiet from the stimulation. He straightens himself and wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you back into the mirror.

A low growl escapes him but he silences it by slamming his lips into yours. He bites at your lip and quickly pulls away. You both breathe heavily, your cheeks flushing when you remember that there are others in the dorm. Dowoon quickly fixes himself and stares over to you.

“Next time, I’ll punish you.” With that, he walks out, leaving you still panting and dazed.  

[thealexalcala]

@uwu-yifan so, you really wanna know about the sequin vest-lamb situation?

[junpiterdrabbles]

you were at a claw machine in an arcade that just opened up. you had your eye on a white dog, and you were determined to get it. 

after many tries you pulled out your last coin, this was it, you were going to get this dog. you put the coin into the machine, pressing the side arrow to go right and the front arrow to go as far front as needed.

"you went too far to the front." a deep voice said from beside you. startled, you let go of the front button, just to see that said voice was in fact, right.

"damn, why didn't you just tell me before i let go then?" you asked, getting slightly annoyed at the stranger. 

he chuckled, "because you seemed so determined to get it, here take this and i'll help you out," his warm hands placed some coins into your cold ones, his voice dropped into a whisper, "i hope you get it this time, if you don't then we both went broke for nothing."

with a smile on your face, you put one of the coins into the machine before turning to the man, "what's your name?"

his eyebrows shot up at your question, before his cheeks painted in a blush, "dowoon, yoon dowoon. and what's yours?"

[luv4day6]

2:50 am

Rain softly hit your window as Dowoon gently drummed his fingertips against the top of your thigh. He was listening to music tapping out the beat of it on top on your leg while you just scrolled through your phone. There was nothing particularly special about this moment but the times Dowoon’s face lit up when a good song came on made your heart flutter. He would just shyly giggle when you saw him and go back to listening but these moments really hit your heart.

[kpopchangedme]

My first love letter was for the boy that lived next door when I was 8 years old; Yoon Dowoon.

Inspired by this post by @jae6bot & based on the movie/book of the same name

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before [Mini-Masterlist]

Protagonists: Yoon Dowoon & You

Word Count: 315

Genre: SFW – Letter – Kids in Love – Drabble – Mini-Series

Lys’ note: They obviously aren’t all going to be as childish and short as this one, don’t worry ;)

Dear Dowoonie,

I cannot believe summer is already over and I am back to school. I wish you could be there too, playing is no fun without you. There is a new boy this year. His name is Jae and he is always making fun of me because of my lisp. He is so mean. I do not like him. You are the only boy I will ever get along with Dowoonie. I miss you.

I like how you always chase away the bugs from our tree house for me. Remember the scratches I got on my knees when I fell jumping rope? Well, they are almost completely healed by now. It does not hurt as much.

I wish you were a bit older, so you would be in my class. I know you would tell Jae off during playtime. Mom said I should stop talking about you and practice my writing instead. That is why I decided to write this letter. It is not fair that we are not allowed to play together on weekdays. I wish every day was the weekend.

When we are married, daddy says 10 birthdays from now, I will get to see you all the time. I cannot wait, it will be fun. I like you a lot Dowoonie, I think about you all day. You are sweet and funny, not like the older boys at my school. I love it when you hold my hand to walk to the park. Let’s go there Saturday if the sun is out. We can play on the swings like last time. It’s Fall, but the weather is still warm outside. If it rains, we should jump in the puddles. I know you are so close since you are next door, but I still miss you all the time.

I cannot wait for this weekend!

Your favourite friend, neighbour and fiancée, y/n

[Mini-Masterlist] || MASTERLIST

[day6-writings]

You and I

Pairing: Dowoon x Reader (ft. Jae)

Words: 1k

Warnings: Use of swearing. 

a/n: Thank you @mariaseemsgood for requesting #51 for Dowoon. This is supposed to be a drabble, but it turned into 1k words, so yeah, it’s a bit longer than I anticipated. Either way, I hope you enjoy it.

What does it mean to argue with someone? You’d never really considered such a thing until this time. It’s not like you and Dowoon ever argue, in fact, it’s a rare occurrence. Because even when Dowoon is mad, he’ll bring you your breakfast in bed, and leave you notes around the house, and leaves the last piece of cake for you. Sometimes he does all of those things because he’s mad. Though arguing? That’s never really been a thing.

Until now.

It still makes you cringe, imagining the look of anger on his face. It wasn’t so bad, the shouting, or the words, but the eyes, and the emotion, it stung like a knife through the heart.

He’s gone now, and the house is empty. He’d left for Busan about an hour ago, blanched and expressionless. There wasn’t a goodbye, or even a kiss on the cheek. Nothing.

It still fucking stings.

What had you even been arguing about? You tried to trace it all back to the beginning. There was something about Dowoon being jealous, and you not being able to go to Busan with him over Christmas to see his family because of work. Jae was mentioned in the mix of all that somewhere.

“I’m not jealous of Jae, {y/n}! I just want you to pick me for once in your life! It’s always about him and this youtube stuff! I know you work hard on these videos with him, but is it really so important that you have to miss Christmas? With me?!” Dowoon had raised his voice. He looked a mess, his hair was crazy from running his hands through it too much.

“I’m not missing Christmas, Dowoon! Christmas still happens here in Seoul! It’s not Busan exclusive!”

“You don’t get it, do you?” He looked like he was either going to scream or cry. “You just don’t fucking get it.”

Dowoon never swore, not in front of you, not ever. It was as impactful as a slap in the face. You shook your head. “No, no. I don’t get it, so explain it to me!”

He shook his head, then turned, and left.

He left for Busan without you.

You rubbed your eyes, you felt pathetic. You were curled on the sofa in a pair of old leggings and Dowoon’s yellow hoodie. It was too big for you, but you liked that, the way it held you whenever Dowoon couldn’t (or wouldn’t, in this case, perhaps.)

The familiar sound of your mobile sounded, and you scrambled for it, heart sinking when the caller ID showed Jae. It was the last thing you needed at this moment in time, but you still found yourself accepting the call and letting the phone balance between your ear and your shoulder.

“Jae. What’s up?”

“When do you want to come over and decorate the house with me? We need to have a nice backdrop for our next sketch idea. Oh! Do you think you could help me set up something for the boyfriend tag I’m planning on doing with Wonpil too? I want to write a song to let the viewers know I’m seeing someone. I thought it was creative but Wonpil thinks it’s too much. Is it too much, {y/n}?”

“It’s great.” You gave a standard, monotone response.

“You sound so enthusiastic.” Jae scoffed, “Come on {y/n} where’s your Christmas spirit? Anyway, I was thinking, we should-”

He kept talking, lapping ideas for Christmas decoration and back drops and singing Christmas carols, but all you kept thinking of was Dowoon. You imagined decorating the Christmas tree with him, singing carols and messing around in red Santa hats and polaroid photographs.

Then the penny dropped.

This was it, wasn’t it?

Is it really so important that you have to miss Christmas? With me?!

It all made sense. You’d met Dowoon years ago on Christmas eve, the Christmas after he’d kissed you under the mistletoe, and that was it. It was like a promise that each Christmas would be for the two of you, to celebrate each other and not just the holiday.

You lept to your feet, the phone almost dropped as you grabbed a pair of shoes.

“-{y/n} are you even listening to me? What are you doing?”

“I need to leave Jae. I need to go.” You tell him in a rushed tone.

“Go where?”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“No thanks.” Jae sniggers. “Now seriously, about the song-”

“Tell Wonpil that a little bit of excitement won’t hurt anyone. Your song idea sounds great. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a train to catch.” You’re breathless from grabbing things and the adrenaline wasn’t letting up anytime soon. You had to go.

“Okay crazy, I’ll call you tomorrow alright. Send Dowoon my love.”

“That’s if he’ll take mine first.” You mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! See you soon!”

The air was cold, it nipped against you in icy touches but it wasn’t enough to stop you from paying the taxi driver you’d flagged on the main street. You rushed inside the train station, you couldn’t stop your legs from racing the same way you couldn’t stop your racing heart.

“I need the next train to Busan.” You spoke incredibly fast, and it was a wonder that the man behind the desk had understood your mass of words.

“Next train to Busan will be in ten minutes. You’re in luck, it’s the last train, and the only reason it’s coming now is because it was delayed an hour ago.”

You nodded, smiling, but barely listening. You bounced on the balls of your feet until he gave you your ticket. You called a thank you, and a good bye as you raced down to the platform.

It felt colder now, somehow. You held the yellow hoodie closer to you, your pace slowing now you were securely on the platform. All you needed now was the train, and an apology and-

“{y/n}...”

You looked up, Dowoon stood before you, he looked tired, mildly pissed off. “What are you doing?”

“Dowoon you’re right. I’m sorry. If it’s not too late… I uh, I bought a train ticket. Why are you still here? Didn’t you catch an earlier train?”

Dowoon smiled, “It got delayed, but I guess that isn’t a bad thing now you’re here.”

You shuffled closer, wrapped your arms around him and shivered. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

He wrapped his arms around you too, leaning his chin on the top of your head. “I love you too, {y/n}.”

[wonpillows]

Happy Birthday Dowoon

805 words formed from a prompt in a group chat for Dowoon’s birthday. Made in just under 4 hours. oh yah, it's also xReader, so second person, but no mention of (Y/N) idea if that's makes sense just...

Hope you guys enjoy! Thanks!

Frat parties were crazy, especially those who knew how to throw one properly. This one was the most anticipated one on campus. This particular fraternity only had five members. The house was massive to only hold five people. These guys knew how to throw a frat party.

It was for the other people to enjoy, they played their own music, they provided the drinks and made the food. Everything was there and everything ran smoothly.

You were in the crowd dancing to one of the more upbeat songs with your friends. Words were lost in the music, never to be remembered by intoxicated minds. You, however, were fully aware of everything that happened. You drew the shortest straw and sadly, had to go as the designated driver. It was your job to make sure you left with the same number of people you arrived with.

Dowoon was excited. A break in the song was coming up for his drum solo. One that he had practised so many times whenever he had the chance between studies and practising other covers. This was his own work being performed to his peers.

He held a simple rhythm for a few bars, drunken people cheered on him but the room stopped moving. As the rhythm and beat got more difficult, the more he zoned out of the place he was in. Each flick of his wrist added more passion into his playing. Dowoon tried not to get too carried away, the end of his section was coming up, but he couldn’t help it.

He went to hit the cymbals, but missed, however the momentum of the drumstick kept going. It flew out of his hand and into the large crowd of people in front of him. It was already too late for him to warn everyone. The victim had already been hit. The room was filled with gasps.

“FUCK!” Your voice called out from the middle of the crowd as you crouched to the floor. A stray gasp was heard at that point as well.

Dowoon came rushing to your side apologies flowing out of his mouth like no tomorrow. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I don’t know, can you fix a goddamn broken nose?!” You asked rhetorically but he didn’t seem to understand your sarcasm.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised again. “I only know how to fix…. Dogs…. I’m a veterinary major you see, so I’m-”

“Just go to the hospital!” Sungjin ordered Dowoon, but soon after apologised for raising his voice.

So, the next thing you knew, you were in the car, holding a tissue to your nose as Dowoon nearly broke the speed limit trying to rush you to the hospital. Any other situation, you wouldn’t have minded sharing a car with him, but he did just throw a drumstick at your face. It was fair to say the car ride there was pretty silent. As well as the hour and a half wait in the hospital just to be seen.

“So I can push your nose back in place right now but-” the doctor tried to explain but you cut him off.

“Yes, just do it,” the bleeding had stopped yet the pain was too much, even if you were just sitting still.

“It is going to hurt,” the doctor warned.

“Cool, Dowoon, hold my hand,” you demanded. He never left your side the whole time, even when you were called through, he insisted he had to stay with you.

You felt his hand slip into your open one, to which you instantly held him in a death grip and you closed your eyes, preparing for the worst. But all that happened was a crack and a small yelp of pain and then everything was over.

Your grip on Dowoon’s hand was still as strong as it was when it started. A few tears slipped from your eyes but ultimately, everything was okay.

“Your nose will still be sensitive so don’t do anything dangerous or stupid,” the doctor informed though by now they assumed you weren’t listening to them. The doctor walked away muttering something about ungrateful people.

Then it was just you and Dowoon, his hand still in yours, only just regaining blood circulation. He stared at you, unsure of what to say, or if he had anything to say at all, he was unsure of how to say it.

“So, how do you want to make this up to me?” You asked bluntly, trying not to get distracted by the feeling of his rough hands. You could easily pull away, although there was also the fact that you didn’t want to.

“I mean,” he started. Dowoon tripped over his words multiple times before he finally managed to get out what he wanted to say.

“I could take you on a date?”

[day6imagines]

26 & 44. I’ve Ordered Takeout The Door Is Unlocked/Don’t Tell A Girl Not To Cry

d r a b b l e l i s t 

d r a b b l e  m a s t e r l i s t 

[ dowoon x reader ]

word count; 800

genre; fluff

[ dowoon’s pov ]

Today had been a long day at school but mid term break had finally come around and I couldn't have been any happier and in much need of a break. Balancing school work as well as band practice was becoming a bit difficult. I hadn't much planned for the break but to spend it with friends and probably go home to stay with family for a few days.

I hadn't heard much from Y/N for a while, which was strange. Usually we were inseparable and if we didn't see each other, we'd video chat. I missed her, a lot. Ever since she started going out with her boyfriend, I hadn't seen much of her. I never thought I was the type to grow jealous, but her relationship caused me to become envious. I had always had a small crush on her, but the crush felt stronger once she was taken. I never could confess to her, and probably never would, since I feared ruining our friendship.

After collecting some food on my way home from college, I pulled my phone out to text Y/N.

sent at 8.17pm to: Y/N

I've ordered takeout, the door is unlocked :) 

I balanced the bag of food whilst trying to unlock the door to my apartment. Once I go inside, I brought the food into my small living room before going to take down plates and get some cutlery. I connected my phone to the speakers and clicked into a random playlist I had. I threw on an old comfortable hoodie to feel more cosy.

I didn't hear back from Y/N which was peculiar since she usually replied quickly. Plus, she only lived ten minutes away so it wasn't a far journey to make.

I attempted calling her, but she never answered. I never really worried over small things like this, but it was strange behaviour for Y/N to have avoided me for such a long period of time.

As if she read my mind, my phone buzzed indicating that Y/N had messaged me.

sent at 8.33pm from: Y/N

sorry dowoon, can't today

I frowned. What did she mean she couldn't? If she's busy that's fine, but there was something about her message that seemed off. She really didn't seem herself. 

I decided against trying to text her again, but instead call over and check in on her since it had been too long since I had seen her. I was not the clingy type, but normally I spent all my time with Y/N.

I put a big coat on and took the bag of food with me before locking the door behind me and quickly making my way over to Y/N’s.

-

“Y/N?” I called once I let myself in. I shook my head at her for leaving the door to her apartment unlocked.

There was no reply and the atmosphere was quiet, way too quiet.

Once I made my way into the living room I heard small muffled sobs. After I turned the corner into the living room the sight in front of me hurt me. Y/N was lying on the sofa, her face covered by her hands.

“Dowoon?” She croaked.

“Uh-y-yes?” I stuttered, unsure of what to do. I dropped the bag of food onto the coffee table before sitting next to Y/N. Instantly she pulled me closer to her, sobbing into my shirt and staining it with fresh tears.

“Y/N? What's wrong? Where have you been lately and why're you crying?” I questioned, concerned. I bombarded her with questions, but I needed to know why my best friend was so distraught.

“I'm sorry I haven't been much of a friend lately …  Tonight I just got dumped and I don't know Dowoon, I-I” she explained before her voice became too hoarse to speak anymore.

I was furious. Who would hurt Y/N like this? They didn't deserve her. I would never ever hurt her. I would do nothing but cherish her and remind her how utterly perfect she was.

“Hey, hey don't cry,” I whispered, putting my arms around her.

She hit my chest.

“Don’t tell a girl not to cry,” she sniffled.

“Ah… s-sorry,” I stuttered, continuing to pat her back.

We stayed there in silence for a while. Y/N didn’t want to talk about what happened, but the break up sounded bad. I never liked her boyfriend anyway, she was too good for him. He didn't treat her how she should be treated. I vowed to make sure Y/N was never hurt like this before. Even if I couldn't express my feelings for her, I would always look out for her. Forever.

m a s t e r l I s t 

[blu-joons]

DAD Day6 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Yoon Dowoon

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He loved filling you with affection and attention more than anything else, the last thing he wanted to do was focus too much on your bump. Dowoon would always make sure to look at you or kiss you when he was around your bump too.

B ⇴ BUMP

Dowoon loved messing around with your bump, often deciding that it would be a good idea to use it as a drumkit. He loved to tap against your bump whenever he was laying beside it, usually prompting a good kick or two out of your baby too, letting the two of you know they could feel Dowoon and were enjoying what he was doing.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

When you had a particularly random craving you could always feel a slightly judgemental eye watching over you. Whilst Dowoon would never make you feel bad for craving something specific; he couldn’t help but often wonder what was going on in your head when you were eating foods that he knew that you usually hated.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

Both of you had made a pact from almost the start of your pregnancy that you would talk about your due date as little as possible. Neither of you wanted to feel too much pressure with your due date constantly nearing a little bit closer, things would be organised at a pace that the two of you felt comfortable with more than anything else. If anyone did mention your due date, it would always be as quick a conversation as possible.

E ⇴ EMOTIONS

He was very attentive to you, being able to pick up on your feelings and needs a lot by the look in your eyes. He prided himself on knowing you well at the best of times, but he put his heart and soul into taking are of you whilst you were pregnant so that you had as little to worry about as possible allowing you to stay focused on growing your little human rather than having to worry about the little things that you usually did.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Your families both knew from almost the very start of your relationship that it was only going to be a matter of time before you announced that you were starting a family, they very much knew that it was meant to be. All of them could tell that the two of you were forever, they were just anticipating. When it eventually came, they couldn’t have been happier for the two of you, even if they saw it coming right from the very start.

G ⇴ GENDER

There was no way that Dowoon was ever going to wait to find out whether he was having a boy or a girl, it was about the only thing that he put down on when it came to your pregnancy, whether you wanted to find out or not, Dowoon just didn’t have him in it to wait for months when the chance presented itself.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

The drummer in Dowoon couldn’t resist drumming along to the beat of your baby’s heart whenever he heard it. The beat would usually end up being something that would stick with him all the way to the studio, recording it as soon as he got in as something that he might end up using in a future song someday with the group.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

When you were going through a particularly tough time, whether it was insecurities, lack or sleep, or just worrying, Dowoon would always remind you that he loved you the most. He’d do whatever he could to try and boost your mood, but nothing made you smile more than knowing that he was always there for you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Being the youngest, he was certainly the victim of a few teasing jokes from the other members who couldn’t quite believe that he was about to become a dad. Dowoon, as ever, took it all in his stride, he knew that the others were only messing with him, he’d been through their jokes for long enough to know how to smile through it, and that they really joked because they wanted you both to know just how much they cared.

K ⇴ KICKS

If he was made to wait a particularly long time for a kick, Dowoon wouldn’t be afraid to drum against your bump in order to disturb your baby enough to encourage them to kick back. He refused to accept that sometimes your baby could be still, Dowoon loved to feel them wriggling about as often as he possibly could.

L ⇴ LABOUR

To begin with Dowoon was a little flustered as the reality set in that you were in labour, but once he’d zoned in and realised what was going in, you were his only concern. He was there for you from the very start until the very end, not once leaving your side. He talked to you constantly in the hope that it would distract you from the pain, that was after a polite request from the midwives to stop him singing first.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

There would always be a haze of confusion over Dowoon when he first woke up most mornings, but once he was in the room, instinct would carry him into the bathroom to be there for you, regardless of how many times you tried to push him away because he didn’t deserve to see you as such a mess first thing in the morning.

N ⇴ NURSERY

The eager side of Dowoon couldn’t help but throw himself into putting your nursery together, whilst it came with a few mistakes, eventually things turned out perfectly, and he was most definitely smug and proud of himself too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Dowoon was obsessed with your smile, he loved seeing that you were happy and enjoying your pregnancy more than anything else. He loved matching your smile or smiling wider than you, letting you know how happy he was too.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

It took a little while for Dowoon to give you some space after you gave birth, he was incredibly cautious that you would do too much too soon, he wanted to make sure that you knew you had time on your side. He was never going to rush you or push you into doing anything too soon, he was happy working at your pace, not his.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

When he can tell that you’re a little quieter than usual, Dowoon will always check in with you. He knows sometimes your insecurities creep in on you, so he much prefers to ask how you are rather than leave you thinking alone.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Although Dowoon wanted for his child to follow their own dreams, he couldn’t stop himself from buying a few instruments for your baby for when they were old enough. He wasn’t going to force music onto your child, but a small part of him hoped that it would be the pathway that your child would choose to go down.

S ⇴ SCANS

He was always a little worried about missing someone out, so Dowoon always made sure to make up plenty of copies at home to give to everyone. Your families were very invested in your pregnancy, and your scans were the perfect chance to repay them for all of that and make sure that they all felt involved.

T ⇴ TEST

Taking a test at the time was a precaution for you both as you’d been feeling unwell, however what you thought would be a task to rule pregnancy out, ended up being a task that gave you the answers you’d been searching for.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

He always made sure to arrive very early to your appointments as a just in case, you’d be sat for well over an hour sometimes just to ease Dowoon’s mind that you’d miss out.

V ⇴ VISITS

Almost as soon as you got home from the hospital Dowoon was enquiring when you could ask people over, he couldn’t wait to have them round and introduce them to your little one that had stolen his heart.

W ⇴ WAITING

Dowoon was excited, he was calm and patient, but he was excited that the days that he enjoyed too would lead to something amazing for him too.

X ⇴ XXXX

He would often kiss all around your bump to try and make you feel confident, Dowoon knew that your bump was something that often left you feeling a little low, so he’d always pay close attention to that spot particularly.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were each other’s rocks, you needed each other a lot more than either of you really knew.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He would be focused on calming your bump most nights, whether it would be by holding your bump or tapping against it, he would never be able to rest until he was sure that your baby was giving you the chance to rest too.

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Masterlist

[kpopblurbs]

dowoon + praise? :~)

You settled on your knees at Dowoon's feet, your mouth hanging open obediently as you looked up at him. He smiled, reaching out to card his fingers through your hair, "So good for me," he hummed. You practically purred at the praise, pressing your head up into his hand happily while you waited for his next move.

Once his hand reached the back of your head he tightened his grip in your hair, not enough to cause you pain but enough to keep your head still. His other hand moved to his dick to give himself a couple quick strokes before pushing his hips forward until just the tip of his cock was resting in your open mouth.

"Go ahead," he said softly as he loosened his grip in your hair.

Immediately you jumped into action, taking him as far into your mouth as you could and swirling your tongue around him. He let out a soft groan as he moved his hand to join the other in your hair though he applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace for the time being.

You bobbed up and down on his length, taking him further into your mouth until you were comfortable enough to sink all the way down. You held yourself there with your nose pressed against his abdomen as long as you could until you had to pull back and catch your breath.

"You're getting better at that," he cooed, reminding you of the days when you could hardly take him into your mouth without coughing and sputtering.

He let you catch your breath for just a moment before giving your hair a gentle tug, "Keep going," he encouraged.

Eagerly you sank back down on his length drawing a moan from his lips as you swallowed around him. "You feel so good," he groaned, his grip tightening in your hair.

You hummed at the praise, the vibrations making his cock twitch in your mouth and sending another moan tumbling from his mouth. He let you maintain your own pace for another moment before his grip tightened again and stopped your movements. Your hands gripped your thighs tightly as you did your best to relax your throat in preparation for what would come next.

Slowly his hips pushed forward, his cock moving down your throat before stilling again. He held you there just barely longer than you would have before pulling back and giving you another moment to breathe. You had barely caught your breath before he was pushing back into your mouth, this time setting a faster pace, his cock moving steadily in and out of your throat.

"You're taking me so well," he managed to get out between moans, his voice shaky from the pleasure, "You're always so good for me."

You squeezed your thighs together, the praise was getting you more worked up than you’d like to admit.

The praise only continued, he told you how good you were being and how amazing you felt in every possible way and by the end of this your knuckles were white with how hard you were gripping your thighs trying to stay obedient for him. You were desperate for stimulation but you could only whine as he snapped his hips into your mouth.

Finally he pulled out with a gasp, his cock twitched in front of your face, clearly desperate for the orgasm he had just denied himself. You waited, eyeing his dick hungrily as he caught his breath. He reached down with one hand to grip your chin and tilt your head back, forcing you to look up at him.

"You've been absolutely perfect," his voice was still a little shaky but he hid it well, "Good pets should always be rewarded, don't you think?"

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