#dowoon drabble

[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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Masterlist

[mark-of-chrysus]

I saw that you wrote a drabble on my ask and I loved it. It was so well written and Taehoon's personality really carried through.

I do have another idea for a time loop and it does involve Taehoon again, but also with Johan and Daniel.

It would probably take place at about the end of the God Dog arc where Johan is abandoned and fighting Gun.

Little Daniel is there (but y'know, like tall, buff , post training, etc.) and he's seen Johan at the taekwondojang here and there and he knows that Taehoon has mentally adopted Johan. So he subtly makes a call during the fight.

Just as Gun is about to knock Johan and Zack down after Zack shows up to help, Gun gets kicked in the face. Again.

After this, I guess the 2 of them would fight and Yeonwoo, and Dowoon (who tagged along to see who the guys who's been flirting with fighting Taehoon is) and they take Johan to the van. Johan gets promptly adopted by Seong Hansoo.

Meanwhile, everyone wants to know who this pretty gremlin is who's fighting Gun and has Gun smiling. even thoguh he's scolding him. - especially when he finds out about Johan's situation

Vasco : Johan's brother is still flirting with his boyfriend. Who knew Johan had a brother?

Zach :*confused*

Daniel : grinning because he's about to cause mayhem

Jiksae : filming in the background

Well, this also turned out a bit long haha.

Achievement Unlocked!

Child Acquired!

Hansoo looked down upon the two similar boys, one of which was his, and resisted the urge to pinch the smaller's cheeks. That was a feat in of itself, since Johan still retained a small portion of his baby fat, making his cheeks look extra-pinchable.

That was it, he was adopting him. And if he came with an adorable dog, who was he to separate them?!

Johan fit seamlessly into their little family. He was baby, after all, and both Taehoon and Hansoo adored him. They never really stopped babying him, but knew he had his own life and let him do his own thing most of the time. All in all, things were peaceful.

Then came the phone call.

Tae was hanging out with 'daddy issues #1' and 'daddy issues #2' when his phone began ringing incessantly. Annoyed, and having half the mind to just tell the person on the other side to fuck off he picked up.

"Taehoon" Danny's hurried tone sounded through the speaker before the brown-haired boy could even open his mouth, "Uh, you need to come here. Johan's in trouble!"

No other words were needed, Tae hung up and began sprinting toward the location of his brother's phone. That had been one of the conditions of letting him continue on with God Dog, that he would keep his location visible to them at all times and call if he needed help. The last part was near impossible for the proud boy, which is why both he and his father had insisted on the location bit.

The taekwondo prodigy skidded to a stop before the scene that greeted him, Yeonwoo and Dowoon panting a little behind him. His eyes zeroed in on Johan's fallen body laying on the bloodied concrete, before shifting onto the man looking down upon him with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh no, you don't!" He mumbled, rushing towards him.

Gun felt a sudden sense of dread wash over him before his face made contact with the asphalt, hard. Deja vu was one of the only things registering in his mind before he got his bearings back. He turned to look at the attacker, a large smirk stretching on his lips as he caught sight of the familiar mop of brown hair.

"Taehoon~" He practically purred, dodging an incoming kick.

"Satan's secret lovechild." The boy replied deadpan, socking him in the face.

"It's so nice to see you again."

"Can't say the same." His tone didn't change despite Gun's sultry voice.

The two continued exchanging hits while the others watched. It didn't look like they were going to be slowing down anytime soon, so they were content with just watching the show. Yeonwoo and Dowoon in particular were egging them on while simultaneously fighting over ship names. Daniel was nursing the two childhood friends' wounds the best he could while sneaking glances at the two fighters. He didn't want to miss anything important, but Zack and Johan were still bleeding and he had to deal with them first. Nonetheless, he secretly joined Dowoon and Yeonwoo in cheering for the brunette once the two began showing signs of waking up.

"Gunhoon!"

"Taegun!"

"Gunhoon!"

"Taegoon!"

"What the hell is going on?"

They paused their bickering turning to the now-awake dog-lover and gave him a shrug before resuming their conversation.

"They're fighting over ship names," Danny informed him, slipping over to check on the still-sleeping boxer before facing Johan again. "You might as well get comfortable. Something tells me they're going to be at it for a while."

The boy nodded dumbfounded, before leaning back down next to Zack. He was out like a light, causing Danny to coo and take pictures of him sleeping. He was sure Taehoon was going to thank him for them later, and it would probably be enough to bribe him to go easier on him during training. Daniel could only hope.

[hwangyeonjun]

Birthday party masterlist

i’m starting a new “challenge” for myself and it’s to post a drabble on the designated member’s birthday.

since life is unpredictable, there might be times when i can’t/forget to post but they’ll still be published later.

not all of them will be birthday themed.

DISCONTINUED (because i realised that this is a crazy idea and i got way to overwhelmed by it to the point that i didn’t want to write anything at all. hehe.)

JANUARY

01.06 LIM JAEBEOM (Jay B)

01.14 KWAK JISEOK (Gaon)

01.15 LEE JUYEON

01.15 CHAE HYUNGWON

01.16 BOO SEUNGKWAN

01.17 KANG CHANHEE (Chani)

01.26 LIM CHANGKYUN (I.M)

FEBRUARY

02.05 KANG TAEHYUN

02.08 YANG JEONGIN (I.N)

02.09 JOHNNY SUH

02.11 LEE CHAN (Dino)

02.14 JEONG JAEHYUN

02.17 KIM YOUNGHEE

02.18 JUNG HOSEOK (J-Hope)

02.18 LEE SEOKMIN (DK/Dokyeom)

02.18 CHWE VERNON

02.23 KEVIN MOON

02.26 KIM SEUNGHUN

02.27 TEN LEE

02.28 YOO TAEYANG

MARCH

03.05 LEE BYOUNGGON (BX)

03.09 MIN YOONGI (Suga)

03.09 JU HAKNYEON

03.13 CHOI BEOMGYU

03.20 HWANG HYUNJIN

03.23 JEONG YUNHO

03.28 JACKSON WANG

APRIL

04.03 PARK SEONGHWA

04.05 JUNG SUBIN

04.06 KIM MINGYU

04.12 KIM SUNWOO

04.16 KANG SEUNGSIK

04.20 PARK JONGSEONG (Jay)

04.23 LEE JENO

04.26 CHOI CHANHEE (New)

MAY

05.02 BAMBAM

05.04 LIM SEJUN

05.10 BAE JINYOUNG

05.11 KIM YOUNGKYUN (Hwiyoung)

05.30 JACOB BAE

JUNE

06.10 WEN JUNHUI (Jun)

06.11 OH SEUNGMIN (O.de)

06.15 KANG YEOSANG

06.15 KWON SOONYOUNG (Hoshi)

06.18 SOHN HYUNWOO (Shownu)

06.26 KIM JUNGSU

JULY

07.01 LEE TAEYONG

07.01 CHOI TAEYANG (Theo)

07.04 BAEK JUHO (Zuho)

07.10 CHOI SAN

07.12 KIM INSEONG

07.17 JEON WONWOO

07.24 LEE SANGHYUK (Dowoon)

07.24 GOO GUNIL

AUGUST

08.07 KIM SEOKWOO (Rowoon)

08.08 KIM YOUNGHOON

08.08 CHOI SEUNGCHEOL (S.Coups)

08.09 SONG MINGI

08.09 LEE JAEYOON

08.11 SEO CHANGBIN

08.13 NA JAEMIN

08.14 HUENINGKAI

08.18 HAN HYUNGJUN (Junhan)

SEPTEMBER

09.01 JEON JUNGKOOK

09.04 MARK TUAN

09.08 YOON HYUNSUK

09.12 KIM NAMJOON (RM)

09.12 LEE JOOYEON

09.13 CHOI YEONJUN

09.13 LEE JAEHYUN (Hyunjae)

09.14 HAN JISUNG (Han)

09.15 LEE FELIX

09.17 CHOI YOUNGJAE

09.22 KIM SEUNGMIN

09.22 PARK JINYOUNG

09.25 DO HANSE

09.27 YOON KEEHO

OCTOBER

10.03 BANG CHAN

10.04 YOON JEONGHAN

10.06 LEE JOOHEON (Joohoney)

10.07 CHOI JIUNG

10.10 LIU YANGYANG

10.12 CHOI JONGHO

10.13 PARK JIMIN

10.15 LEE HEESEUNG

10.25 LEE MINHO (Lee Know)

10.26 NAKAMOTO YUTA

10.28 DONG SICHENG (Winwin)

NOVEMBER

11.03 LEE MINHYUK

11.04 LEE SANGYEON

11.05 JI CHANGMIN (Q)

11.07 KIM HONGJOONG

11.07 XU MINGHAO (The8)

11.12 CHOI BYUNGCHAN

11.15 SIM JAEYUN (Jake)

11.17 KIM YUGYEOM

11.22 YOO KIHYUN

11.22 LEE JIHOON (Woozi)

11.23 KIM YOUNGBIN

11.26 JUNG WOOYOUNG

DECEMBER

12.04 KIM SEOKJIN (Jin)

12.05 CHOI SOOBIN

12.08 PARK SUNGHOON

12.22 ERIC SOHN

12.24 HAN SEUNGWOO

12.30 JOSHUA HONG

12.30 KIM TAEHYUNG (V)

[skboba-stars]

Their Daughters - Part I

[a small series of drabbles I wrote about the Manager Kim - Park Jincheol - Hansu Seong trio and their kids' dynamics]

[Tahoon is female in this. It'll be about Hansu reflecting on how Taehyun is and have some spoilers from the latest chapters.]

Despite Taehyun being how she usually was, Seong Hansu had never truly been worried for his daughter. He'd never had to even consider that she could get hurt. After all, Seong Taehyun was his daughter and he'd taught her well.

Even if the two of them haven't realized it yet, Hansu thought fondly on his friends. Jincheol and Kim were absolute demons to fight against and most likely stronger than the 'pre-generation' that Kim's boss liked to harp on about - he would know, being one of those 'demons' himself.

However, when he'd announced his firstborn had arrived and that the name him and So-hyun ah had picked out was Taehyun, Jincheol had laughed boisterously at how Hansu was the only one out of the three of them to have a son, Hansu had decided it would be fun to keep it a secret.

Taehoon had also decided to keep it up solely because it was incredibly amusing for her.

So-hyun had only laughed at the two of them and Haru had joined his mom in laughing at his big sister and dad.

(Honestly, Hansu was impressed that they'd guessed that Haru was a girl. Haru hadn't minded it so much back then - he only seemed to get offended when others outside of their family misgendered him. However, with how Haru had seemed to act as of late, Hansu suspected his son was trying to figure himself out.)

As Hansu relaxed as he knocked on the door to the Park residency, he chuckled as Sohyun clicked her tongue and fixed his shirt.

"At least try to dress up more neatly - even Haru got dressed well."

"Hey!" his son disagreed. Haru fidgeted with his cropped shirt as leaned back on his heels. "I'm not that badly dressed. Besides - Taehyun isn't even here. Why are you getting on my case?" He grumbled the last part and Hansu sighed and shook his head.

"Your sister's busy right now - so she'll come later. She told me she'd come a bit later." Sohyun turned to him, a question in her eyes, but as the door opened, Hansu motioned that he'd answer her question of where their daughter was later.

(Thinking back on it, he really should have picked up the damned phone.

Son or daughter, it didn't matter - Taehyun had needed his help and he hadn't been there.)

However, all Hansu did was chuckle as little Dabn opened the door and slung an arm around Haru as the family entered, Mrs. Park grinning as she saw her old friend and greeted her, Hansu himself greeting Jincheol and ignoring the vibrating of his phone.

"Shouldn't you pick that up?" Jincheol questioned as Kim came along with Minji, the two of them staring at Haru showing off their capoeira progress to the other two. Hansu sighed and shrugged.

"It's Taehyun - she'll be fine." Jincheol chuckled at that as he put away the dishes and Kim nodded as he approached them.

"Jincheol is right. It's not like Taehyun doesnt know her way through a fight. Speaking of - she called me too," Kim frowned at that and Hansu felt a sense of dread settle on him.

His daughter had called Kim and--.

No. No. She'd be fin. He knew Taehyun. He knew just how strong his daughter was - he'd seen her comfort Haru every time that So-hyun had to leave for work and how she would always assume the responsibility that had fallen on her shoulders.

He remembered how she'd brokenly pieced herself together after Dowoon's death and how he hadn't seen her actual roots in so long.

He renenberd how she'd cried when she'd been reunited with the Taesan Head's twins - how Ravi and Hwa had held onto her as the three of them were on the way to becoming legends in their own right.

And it wasn't that Hansu didn't want to pamper her like he did Haru - it wasn't like he didn't think of Taehyun as his dear daughter - but seeing other girls with their fathers, it never fit for him. It really didn't

As the evening wen't on, dread began to build up in Hansu until finally, he took out his phone to check what had happened.

Hansu's blood ran cold as he took in the multitude of messages that he could see - not from Taehyun, but from Ravi and Hwa. One twin was panicking about Taehyun going undercover (undercover? Since when had Taehyun done that... He really hadn't seen much of her recently, had he?) and the other was angry at him because apparently Hobin and Taehyun were trying to get in contact with him.

There was also a call from the kid that Taehyun had taken under her wing. Seong Yohan, if Hansu remembered properly.

Groaning, he massaged his forehead and was about to call back on one of the missed calls as he heard from near the door,

"Taehyun-ie, I'm surprised you came. And you brought - friends." The way Mrs. Park's voice became stilted, Hansu could tell it was definitely someone Taehyun had either (a) befriended, (b) beat up, (c) done both to, or (d) decided she was a better guardian figure for as compared to their most likely trashy parents - or even all of them. That happened at times as well. Worriedly, he made his way to next to So-hyun, who only stared at their daughter in shock. Well, it was to be expected - the last time she'd seen Taehyun in person was her 12th birthday and the last time she'd seen her online was a few days before Dowoon's death.

Now, Taehyun stood at about a couple of centimeters taller than his wife - whose height was at 186 centimeters herself, so nothing to scoff at. Taehyun's - no, the jacket she'd probably borrowed from Ravi - hooded leather jacket was tied around around her waist. dressed in a half-sleeved white shirt and blue jeans, her musculature on display was easily close to - and maybe even more defined than - Mrs. Park's and So-hyun's.

Pairing all of that with the black nail polish and eyeliner she'd taken to wearing and Converses that seemed to pair with her newly cut hair (it was back to black again, Hansu noted albeit the light brown highlights Taehyun had kept) , she wouldn't have even looked that different.

No, what looked odd was the tattooed boy who came up to Hansu's height that looked at Taehyun with confusion in his eyes as he supported her subtly (if anyone recognized the supporting your injured, crazy friend who somehow could fake being fine very well, it would be him and Kim).

On the other side, stood Yohan, who wore that admittedly well-designed God Dog hoodie he'd made and bent down to take off his shoes. Behind the three of them was a relatively tall young woman who seemed to be around that Yoo Hobin's height with red lip gloss and a black wolf cut, dressed in a white hoodie and black cargo pants. Hansu ignored the hint of Yamazaki tattoos on her arms as he turned to Taehyun.

Hansu didn't notice how Yohan quickly loosened the laces on Tahyun's shoes, but he definitely noticed the slight wince she did as she made her way to the couch.

With a grin, Taehyun was about to greet them as she transferred the bags she held to another hand, saying,

"Sorry I'm late, Abba - there were some things I needed to take care of. I picked up Haru's capoiera uniform on the way and that cake you asked me to pick up and-." She froze as she looked down and met her mother's eyes - So-hyun ah frozen as she stared at her daughter.

Well, this really wasn't the way Hansu had planned on breaking the news, but -.

"Taehyun, your mom will be in Korea for a few months."

[nixtape-foryou]

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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.

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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!!!!

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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 :((

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[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.

[blu-joons]

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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[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}.”

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

Okay? || Rowoon

Edit: this was initially made for a different idol but due to recent news I don't want to have work of him on my account! so I swapped the idol since I still really enjoyed writing this piece.

Synopsis: the big puppy dog eyed boy was obviously in love with you, but only once you realize your feelings it's at what cost?

Pairing: Rowoon x reader

Warning: mentions of a fight, bruises 

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint

gif credits to rightful owner

Going to school with Rowoon for a while and he'd always stay by your side. Acting like a lost puppy without you he truly adored you as a friend, because of that he ended up becoming your best friend. You're not sure of where his eagerness to become your friend came from but you're genuinely happy to have him in your life.

As you went into the classroom with him going to sit next to you, the class started but you could feel his eyes on you.

"What do you want, Rowoon?" You whispered looking at him

"Just to appreciate your beautiful face." He said with a smug look copping your whispering tone.

"Maybe you should get some work done."

"Hey I am! I'm working on remembering all your facial features." He said giggling. Rowoon never feared flirting with you.

Rolling your eyes at him you chuckled and you could see the big grin on his face. Continuing in your class most days were like this. Throughout all your time going to school and knowing each other, he has never given you a dull moment. Sometimes it'd get frustrating from his consistent affection, he always loves holding your hand, giving you hugs; always making it seem like you were in a relationship destroying any chance of you finding a significant other. Not like Rowoon really cared too much for that factor. To say for yourself you never knew your feelings for Rowoon so you're not sure how much you mind too.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡

Lunch period starts with Rowoon accompanying you to your regular spot at a small table. Trying to do all he can to make you laugh as he does weird impressions, doing silly dances, any chance to get you to smile; it sparks a question you yet to ask him even though it has been on your mind.

"Rowoon"

"Yes y/n?" He asks curiosity in his tone.

"Why do you always hang around me, we're best friends obviously but what drew you to become friends with me?" You asked, staring at him mirroring the look of curiosity.

"That's easy, I'm in love with you. Before we became friends I loved the way even if you are anxious to talk to someone new you'll always give them a welcoming smile, how you won't let people push you over, there's so much to you that fascinated me to become acquainted and I continue to be." The serious yet playfulness in his tone with his puppy dog eyes made your heart do a flip, you have never been one to necessarily think you have feelings for him so you brush it off. He notes how he's in love with you in situations like that but you always seem to brush it off thinking it only playful.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡

With Rowoon’s perfect attendance; you were confused as to why he didn't arrive at school without telling you. Him never missing a class you feel a sense of loneliness without your tall friendly giant accompanying you. School day goes by and as you hope to see him the next day he never comes. Getting worried you want to text him but scared of just seeming like a dummy for him just being sick since that was the likely answer; with his main goal to sleep throughout the day to fix his colds you decided to brush it off till you hear two girls in the hallway.

"Did you hear Rowoon got in a fight with a few boys recently for making comments about y/n?" One of the girls said. Your heart dropped, not intervening in their conversation eager to know more.

"No way is that why he hasn't been at school? I mean it makes sense he's head over heels for her. Remind me, are they dating?" The second girl responded.

"They look like it, but it's never been confirmed. Sadly poor lover boy won the fight but two vs one he got quite beat out of him." The first girl said. Not even caring you left the school campus, heading straight to his house you walked fastly knowing it would take 20 minutes or so. As you walked your heart had no idea how to feel, are you mad he got in a fight for you? Or are you touched by how much he cares for you? With all of it running through your mind you start to realize.

You're in love with Kim Rowoon. Head spinning over your realization. You didn't realize you had finally gotten to his block till you saw his house. Making your way to his door you knocked on it.

Opening the door he was confused yet happy to see your face, smiling he said

"Hey y/n? What are you doing here isn't class still-" cutting himself off he realized his face is bruised. He quickly turns away from you to hide the purple and blue marks. But it serves no use as you slide past his big frame into his house. 

"Rowoon let me see your face" you said putting your hand on his cheek making him look at you. His face becoming red as he avoids gaze, you caressed his bruise lightly with your thumb.

"Why didn't you tell me? you don't have to fight for me. I can handle things like that so you don't need to get hurt because of me." You said, causing his emotions of feeling shy to go down with a statement to counteract yours.

"I'll always fight for you, you shouldn't have to deal with gross words or bad people. I'll take a beating to make sure someone knows not to mess with you." He said with sincerity in his voice.

Getting on your tippy toes you planted a kiss to his lips, in absolute shock he was a bit late to reciprocate the kiss. Leaning away you looked him in the eyes.

"I'm in love with you, I would love to not see you bruised and blooded because of me. So please stay out of trouble okay?" Your hand continued to caress his cheek and he could only do at most a nod even though he was in absolute cloud 9. No words could comprehend the happiness you gave him.

[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?”

[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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