#nctdoyoung

[doielatte]

10: 59 pm

PAIRING: Doyoung×fem!reader

GENRE: SMUT WARNING/S: abs riding, slight manhandling, just y/n being a mess lol.

Ji's note: hey, i really was just gonna use this account just to read but Doyoung pushed me to do this, fuck.

"Babe, can I ride you?"

Doyoung have himself shock as it was the first question you have ask the moment he arrived home; suprised at your blatancy. More surprised on seeing of how desperate you are more than usual

The male found himself in a bit of an awe on what he got himself into. head thrown across the pillow, neck arched as his hands were grasping all of you; touching and caressing each part of your body he can reach.

He honestly thought you'll just ride him like the usual, bouncing his cock like a thirsty cowgirl needing for a good ride. Horny and desperate to come down with your high sex drive. He had himself gasping in amusement on the sudden change of what you're asking.

And frankly, he's turned on.

You whine out the burning sensation in between your core and his abdomen, moaning out in ecstasy on the luscious friction of you riding his abs. head thrown back at the delicious feeling. You fix your hands on top his chest to steady yourself on your dying need to ride him; too turned on from all the photos he have from his photoshoot.

God how beautiful and pretty your boyfriend is and you'll be so glad to ruin it perfectly.

You anchor your hips back and forth in a slow yet sharp movement, enjoy the delicious burn in your core against his gorgeous toned abs, arching your back on how good it felt. You felt your yourself gripping onto him as you release all the pent up tension in you; coming undone hard and fast as you moan his name.

Your chest heaved up and down from the intense orgasm that you have embarrassingly got on riding his abdomen, cheeks flushed and mind crushed at the mouthwatering feeling. After you've come down and had your fun, you gasp when Doyoung spin you around and push your body against the sheets, his lips dangerously near your neck.

"Who said this is over sweetheart? Isn't fair you had your fun while I haven't?" He purrs smugly, feeling his mocking smile ghosting near your neck. His hand snaking its way up to your breast to caress it, biting your shoulder that cause you to let out a choked whine.

"We barely even started." He added, a hand pushing down to your back more as he have so many ideas to ruin you. Giving himself a favor after turning him on without making him cum.

[lalidoyoung]

Gorgeous and intense Doyoung 🐰💟

[neocrackcitysworld]

baby, i'm here. ~ k.d.y

"let me show you how much i love you."

idol!doyoung x model!female reader

warnings!: mentions of starvation, body image, etc and a long ff ahead! dirty talk, unprotected sex and body worship.

genre: angst, smut and lil bit of fluff towards the end

summary: doyoung's girlfriend pretends that she's doing just fine with her career. but what she doesn't know, is that doyoung can see and feel right through her facade.

you're on your way home after a long day's work and shoot. not only did you have to stay in front of the camera for a good three hours, but after that you had a meeting and some paperwork to adhere to which took another two hours. you were exhausted to the core. all you wanted to do was hit the sack.

you pull into the basement's parking lot and stay in the car for a moment, heaving a sigh. as you contemplate your decisions throughout the years of being a model, tears start to escape your eyes. you didnt understand. you've had so much time to think about this, but it never occured to you other than the time when things were going rough.

which was right now.

you at there in your car, thinking about your modelling career. how it made you so happy, how it earned you millions. you were so successful. why was it all starting to fall down?

though your physical job was going well, (you had thousands of fans who supported you through anything and even your relationship, your job was what you always wanted to do and you were rich. richer than any other model your age.) why were you feeling like this? like at any time, you're going to lose it all.

you were not doing well mentally. even you knew that. but did you ever seek help? no. did you ever confide in someone? no. are you ever going to do do? no.

more and more tears slid down your face. after a few minutes to calm yourself down, you wiped your eyes and got out of the car.

you managed to greet the security guard politely and walked towards the lift. but the moment you got in, pressed the top most button and the doors closed, you fell onto the floor. sobbing histerically without making a sound. you didn't care. you didn't care about the red blinking of the cctv camera. tears and cries of pain filled the elevator.

after what felt like an eternity, you got up and mentally slapped yourself. you needed to behave. you kept your head high and walked out of the elevator to your penthouse, another of your achievements.

you put in the passcode of your lock and walked in. the lights were on. he was here. the love of her life. a sweet smell was coming from the kitchen.

'he's cooking.' you thought, while wiping your tears. you took off your heels and changed into comfortable slippers.

you walked into the living room and soon into the kitchen.

"hey love." you called out.

"hey babe!" doyoung replied to you, his back still turned towards the stove. "i'll just wrap up in a few. why don't you go freshen up? dinner will be ready."

"i'm sorry, i'm going to have to pass on that. i'm not hungry, do." you said and walked off to your room. ignoring, doyoung's gaze on your back, smile faded and eyebrows furrowed.

you stepped into the shower, washing your sorrows away. you got out and changed into your nightsuit. your wet hair damping the back of your shirt.

your eyes found yourself in the reflection. you looked horrible.

refusing to let any more tears to flow down, you immediately turned off the lights and walked out, startled to see doyoung sitting on your bed, head in his hands.

"do, are you okay?"

"are you okay?" he countered back at you.

you furrowed your eyebrows, pretending that you didn't know what he meant.

"do you not like my food?" he implied.

"doie- no babe... i'm just not hungry tonight." you faked a sweet smile at him that took way more energy than you thought it would.

you walked over to your dresser to take out some stuff while doyoung remained, looking unconvinced.

"you're not telling me something."

"babe, there's nothing to tell."

silence bestowed upon y'all until doyoung got up on his feet and walked towards you. you turned around to find him putting his hands on your waist.

his face fell.

he looked like he just saw a ghost.

"babe..." he started off. "i can- i can feel your ribs."

you were shocked. shocked enough to stay speechless.

"nonsense-"

"have you not been eating?" he cut you off.

you remained quiet.

"babe tell me please." he begged, his eyes swimming in tears. your biggest weakness was seeing him cry, so you gave up on your act.

"no."

a tear fell on his cheek. he hated seeing his girlfriend like this.

"when was the last time you ate?"

you hesitated. "since day before yesterday's dinner."

doyoung staggered back onto the bed. crying.

you also couldn't stop yourself either. and soon, you felt the familiar wetness on your cheeks.

"my baby wasn't eating and she didn't tell me." he sobbed to himself.

you sniffed, standing there in front of him. watching him cry. you never saw anyone behaving like this for you. doyoung was different.

"i'm sorry." you mumbled.

he shook his head. "i should be sorry. i wasn't there to help you. you're going through so much." his tears didn't stop falling.

you looked away from him. you couldn't bare the sight.

"i never had it in me to tell somebody."

you two stayed there. doyoung calmed down and you were planning on what to say next.

"i've been feeling like this for a while now." you managed to continue.

"i feel like im not good enough for the public. insane diets are all that i've been thinking about." you shamefully admitted.

doyoung patted the space nex to him and you strided over to him. your head was placed on his shoulder and before you knew it, you were ranting to him. it was easier than you thought it would be.

you told him about your insecurities, your body, your career and everything that had been bothering you for a long time. doyoung stroked your back, soothing you. whispering sweet things into your ear as he listened to your problems.

“I know this is difficult, but I am proud of you.” he said, kissing your head. "baby i'm here."

you looked up at him. he did not have to say much and you were already feeling better than you did for the longest time.

"I love you and I will not let you go hungry.” he kissed your lips so tenderly, you thought you would melt right there.

"if they don't accept who you are," another kiss to your lips.

"your beautiful body," another wet kiss.

"and your soul, then they don't deserve you." this kiss lingered on for a moment too long. your hands found his neck and you pulled him closer. his beautiful hands warpped themselves around your waist.

your lips interlocking was the thing you needed the most.

his lips went down to your neck, kissing every single bit. a soft moan escaped your lips as he bit on your neck sweetly.

"that's it," he prodded on. "let me hear you."

he sucked on your neck like there was no tomorrow. you moaned and moaned, liking the sensation way too much.

"let me show you how much i love you." he said, pushing you on the bed.

he pulled of your shirt and threw it onto the floor. he unclipped your bra and your breasts were in full view to him.

"you're so beautiful." doyoung leaned down and sucked on your nipples. you moaned, hands on their way to his hair. while he took his time on one breast, his hand played with the other, giving them equal attention.

he pulled your pants and panties down and admired your clit.

"who wouldn't love this body, babe. tell me." doyoung didn't wait for an answer as he simply put a wet kiss to your clit, making you moan out loud.

his tongue soon made its entrance to the scene as he licked you.

"this pussy is mine. and it's so delicious." he licked and sucked it so good, you were a moaning mess. you hands gripped his hair and thugged on it whenever he made butterflies fly in your stomach. he was so good with his hands and tongue, it drove you mad.

"doie, i'm gonna-"

"cum for me baby."

a breathy moan came out of you as waves of pleasure struck you. your thighs were shaking uncontrollably as you were coming down from your high.

doyoung took off his own shirt, and you hands made its way to his shaft. you grabbed his clothed member but he laughed and said,

"no baby, not today. let me pleasure you. you deserve it."

he took out a condom from the drawer and soon, his dick was out of his pants. he was about it to tear the condom's packet until you stopped him.

"i want to take you in raw." doyoung's eyes widened slightly.

"are you sure?"

you nodded delightfully.

"you're pussy is so wet, i can't wait to fill you up." he pumped his dick a few times before sliding it carefully into you.

you both moaned loudly as you both felt each other for the first time without protection.

"are you on the pill?" doyoung couldn't help but ask.

"yes baby."

he pushed himself fully into you and waited for you to adjust to his size. you gave him the okay and he thrusted slowly into you.

you couldn't stop you moans from escapig one by one. and for doyoung, your moans were like music.

"yes baby, moan for me just like that. do i make you feel good?"

"yes doyoung- oh! yes..." you could barely speak since the pleasure was a lot to handle.

"faster.." you breathed out and doyoung sped on with it. with you under him and moaning his name out like that, it drove him crazy.

placing your leg over his shoulder, he drilled into you as hard as ever. he whispered sweet things to you about your body and you loved him for that.

"doyoung! im going to-"

"me too baby."

his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier each second as you both reached your orgasm together. he thrust himself into you a few more times to ride out your high.

he let go of your leg and rolled onto his back. you both breathed heavily as you took each other's appearances in.

"thank you. for everything." you said to him, hand reaching out to carress his face.

"don't think you've gotten away with this. my food is still waiting." you both laughed at his silliness and no sooner than later, he lifted you over his shoulder to go to the dining hall.

"doyoung im naked!" you laughed out loud.

"a better view for me then!"

you loved doyoung with all your heart, and he did too.

he was right there for you. and would always be.

[untxtl3d]

nct doyoung kidcore moodboard !!

[cherrygyusworld]

When I’m In Seoul (pt. 1) (k.dy, n.jm)

cherrygyusworld

please don’t copy or rewrite/post as your own. none of the following images are mine; copyright goes to owner! if you’d like to take this idea and use it, that’s fine, but I’d ask that you don’t make the scenario exactly the same and use a different layout. enjoy!

summary | you finally get the chance to escape from a hellish life with your grandparents. however, everything goes wrong from the moment you start to travel by yourself, and you end up stranded in a sketchy neighborhood with no one to protect you. that is, until you meet a handsome young man who saves you just in the nick of time. 

category | nonidol!au, angst, sad, fluff, lovetriangle!au, college!au

warnings | mentions of ab*se, bl**d, very slight suspense, nearly k*dnapping, curse words

word count | 2432

pairing | kdy x fem reader, njm x fem reader

i’m sorry, but the end is slightly rushed for this chapter. i just ran out of ideas to end this chapter with, but i promise the next will be better! enjoy!

You had never imagined yourself to be sitting on an old, wet bench at one o' clock when you first stepped foot in Seoul.

Yet that was exactly where you were; soaked from head to toe, shivering, and waiting desperately for the next bus to arrive. In one numb hand, you clutched onto a fragile ticket, which was already ripping from the rain. You couldn't stop shaking, even thought it was the middle of summer. You had definitely not been prepared, so you only wore a thin cotton shirt with jeans.

It all started when you received an acceptance letter from Yonsei University. You couldn't have been happier. Your life had been complete hell the past few weeks; when you were fifteen, your parents had died in a fire along with your sister, your home, your everything. You had been sent to Korea to live with your grandparents, who had always been kind to you. What you weren't expecting, though, was for them to treat you like filth. Every passing day was torture for you. Your grandfather hated you because you lived and his daughter, your mother, didn't. Your grandmother hated you because, in her paranoid mind, you killed your family. You weren't allowed to hang out, get an allowance, or have a meal with the family while you stayed. During the worst days, both your grandparents would physically abuse you.

Because of the neglectance, you had quickly learned to fend for yourself in the cruel world. You got a job at a nearby market, barely managing to cope with the creepy stares from old men and very convincing scam deals. It paid barely the minimum wage, but it was enough for you. You had always been a careful person, so everything you earned went to savings. You were able to get free food during your shifts, and part of the money was used for tuition. Everything else was collected and stored safely at the bank. Thankfully, you had already had an account there that your grandparents didn't know about, so all you had to do was deposit the money.

After your family's death, all you did was work and study. You had a few friends at school, but you didn't consider them close. In fact, you had closed off almost everyone when you arrived in Seoul. You didn't want to love and lose ever again. You were still a kind, friendly person, but you didn't let anyone get close enough to unlock your heart.

The only person you truly considered a friend was Heejin, who was a few years older than you. She was the first person who warmly welcomed you to Korea and got you the job at the mart. The two of you quickly became close, and you began to trust her more than anyone else in the world.

When you got your acceptance letter, Heejin was thrilled. She immediately invited you to the Lee Boarding House, the hostel she was currently staying at while she attended Seoul University. "Oh, y/n. You'll love it here. All the kids are so nice and kind... oh, you'll just love it!" She squealed. You had to stifle a smile on the other side of the phone.

"Of course I'll go. I promise." You said, but couldn't help but wonder how you would break the news to your grandparents.

Turns out, you didn't. You left the night before, too nervous and excited to say anything. You left a small note on the kitchen counter, saying your thanks and wishing them your best. And when the little melodic ring vibrated after you closed the keypad, you finally felt relaxed for the first time.

Of course, things didn't go as well as you'd planned. It never did. You ended up missing your first train, riding the wrong bus, and falling asleep and getting off on the wrong stop. And so here you were, drenched in the pouring rain, cold, hungry, and slightly frightened. You'd called Heejin an hour ago, but she was still having trouble finding you. The last time you'd called was ten minutes ago, and she'd gotten an idea of where you were. You felt bad; she'd had to take her own car and drive out at midnight to try to find you.

"Hey there, young lady." A rasping voice caught your attention, and you jumped as a young man in his twenties walked up to you and sat down too close for your comfort. You shuffled slightly away, but he just closed up the space between the two of you every time you moved.

"W-what do you want?" You asked, wishing your voice sounded older and more mature. Right now, you sounded frightened and squeaky.

The man let out a toothy grin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just want to talk, you know?" He stank of alcohol and smoke. You tried to ignore him, but it was hard when he moved even closer, almost to the point where your shoulders were touching. Unfortunately, you were used to this behavior, but it had never gotten too out of hand. You looked around desperately, hoping that Heejin was nearby.

"Why won't you talk to me?" He asked, still smirking. You stood up and took your bags, looking for somewhere to walk to. Heejin had told you not to move, but there wasn't another option now.

"Hey!" The man yelled when you started walking in the other direction. He immediately jumped up and grabbed your wrist. Letting out a shriek, you tried to fling him away, but his hold was too strong.

"Let go of me!" You screeched, trying to tug your arm out of his embrace. But he pulled back, and you nearly collapsed on top of him. At this point, you were so frightened that you were nearly to the point of tears. He was too strong, and there was no way anyone would be able to hear you in this sketchy neighborhood. Still, you let out a strong scream, crying for help.

"She told you to let go." Another male voice said quietly. Startled, both you and the man grabbing your wrists looked up to see a lean figure towering over. He stepped into the light, and you couldn't help but admire his beauty. His straight black hair, pale skin, and almond eyes glanced down at you for a second before offering a hand to help you up. You latched on, only to be pushed back down by the first man.

"Oh no you don't. You're coming with me." He snarled, and you screamed as he dragged you along the pavement.

"She said to let go!" The second man said again, this time much stronger and louder. He grabbed your free hand tightly and hoisted you up, then slapped away the dirty hand that was still sticking to you. The man let out an angry breath.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch. I don't know who you are and what you're trying to do, but this young lady and I were having a nice conversation. I was just gonna take her someplace nicer to spend the night." He spat.

"Oh, really? I don't think that she would scream for help and be dragged away if that was the case." The lean man calmly spoke back. "I suggest you get lost, sir, before I call the cops on  you."

The other man narrowed his eyes at him. "You think you're all so mighty, don't you? Living in that dream with all the other stuck-up boarding house kids. Well I'll tell you what, you are despised. Hated. By all the other poorer fellows like me who can't afford that dream. Keep that in mind. We're not all like you and your gang." He spat in his face one last time, glared at you, and turned away to limp back into the shadows.

It took a while for you to notice that you were shivering again, and bleeding. The man beside you slowly let go of your hand, then turned so you were facing him. "Hey, you okay?" He asked gently. You tried to talk, but found it hard. "I-I-"

"It's okay. Here, I'll take you back to my dorm. We can get that elbow bandaged and make a cup of tea for you. Does that sound alright?"

You nodded, not really knowing what else to say. You let him take your shoulders and guide you to the left.

He didn't have any other mode of transportation, so the two of you walked in silence for nearly an hour before you approached a tall, lively house. Little garden gnomes were handmade and painted outside, along with other little trinkets like pinwheels. The garden was absolutely gorgeous, full of flowers and even a vegetable garden in the back. There was a sign hanging over the entrance, but it was too dark to see. Gently, the man next to you took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, all without leaving his other hand from your shoulders. It was a comforting touch, and you were grateful. You hadn't been treated like this in a while.

You were surprised to see that the lights were completely on. It was around 2 am, so you'd expected everyone else in his dorm to be asleep. That was, until you saw a familiar figure sitting on the steps, head in her hands until she looked up. The two of you made eye contact, shocked.

"Heejin?" You gasped, astounded, at the same time that she screamed, "Y/n!" Heejin leaped up and hugged you, fussing over everything.

"OHMYGOD YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" She screamed again. "I can't-what-how-how did you even get here?" She shook her head. "Never mind that. Why the fuck are you bleeding? What happened to you? OH MY GOD. What is happening?" She turned her head behind her and yelled, "JENO, CALL JAEM AND HYUCK AND TELL THEM TO STOP THE SEARCH!"

"I-uh," you tried to respond. "I'm just... I don't know how to feel."

"I'll tell you later, Heejin."

You'd almost forgotten that the other man was standing right next to you. Apparently, Heejin had too.

"Whoa, Doyoung's home?" She raised an eyebrow. "This is shocking. And you found y/n too?"

You blinked, still slow and confused. "D-doyoung?" You turned to him. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm y/n."

Doyoung chuckled and held out a hand. "I figured. I'm Kim Doyoung. I guess you're the new girl Heejin invited to stay with us."

You let out a small smile. "Yeah, I guess so. Thanks for... everything."

He returned your smile. "Anytime."

Heejin was exchanging looks between you and Doyoung, obviously confused. She decided not to question it, and instead hooked your arm with hers. "Okay, I'll ask later. Come on, y/n. We've gotta get that wound cleaned up."

As she tidied you up, she explained everything. How her car had broken down in the middle of a street, so two other boys named Jaemin and Haechan had to take their cars and go searching for you. She also introduced you to the others in the house; Jeno, whose parents ran the boarding house; Jaemin, who was Jeno's best friend; Haechan and his girlfriend, Yuna, who were family friends; Mark, who was an exchange student from Canada. They all seemed like nice people, but you were only curious about one person.

"What about Doyoung? Who's he?" You asked.

"Oh, Doyoung." Heejin shrugged. "He's like... the financial supporter of the house, you could say. He invests money for Jeno's parents, lives here, that shit. Hella cold, I'll tell you that. He's not here a lot of the time, mostly because he likes to go club or fuck or study. Either one of those three."

"Oh." You said. That was all you had to say. It was definitely not the first impression that you'd been given of him.

"Here, y/n." Jaemin came into Heejin's room with a knock, holding a large mug of tea. "Doyoung hyung told me what happened. I hope you're okay."

Heejin whipped her head around to you. "Oh yes, you still haven't told me about anything that happened. How, why, what? Spill."

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After you explained the whole story, Heejin sat there, bug-eyed. "You idiot! How could you do that? I specifically told you not to wander. What would've happened if Doyoung hadn't been there?"

She ranted on for hours until Jaemin calmed her down. It took a lot of convincing, but Jaemin managed to get Heejin to lead you to your room and leave you alone. After she left, he closed the door and let out a small smile and laugh.

"She's a lot to handle, isn't she?" He said, coming over to sit at your desk.

"That's what makes her Heejin, though. I wouldn't change her for anything." You replied, settling down on the bed. Talking with Jaemin was easy. The words just came naturally, and he understood everything without you needing to say it out loud.

"For sure." He agreed, rubbing his knuckles. In the short amount of time, you'd noticed that he did that a lot. It was a cute habit.

"Hey, if you want, you should come with us to the beach tomorrow. It's nice and relaxing, and barely any people know about this section that we go to. Hell, even Doyoung's going." He took out his phone and showed you a picture. It was stunning, but what shocked you more was the quality of the photo.

"Did you take this yourself?" You asked, amazed. The picture was crystal clear and captured all the perfect parts.

Jaemin turned bright red. "I'm really into photography. That's what I'm majoring in, too."

You grinned. "It's beautiful. You should show me some tips when we go to the beach tomorrow."

Jaemin widened his eyes. "So you're going with us?"

You nodded. Honestly, the answer had been clear since the invitation. You loved the beach, but you barely had any time to go. The last time you'd gone was a few years ago for your cousin's wedding, and you'd only been allowed on the shore.

"I love the beach." You confessed. "It's just so relaxing, you know? And it's best when there's no people. It's warm, quiet, beautiful, mesmerizing."

Jaemin nodded. "You'll love this place." He said, taking his phone and standing up to give you time to rest. "I promise."

You smiled. "It was nice meeting you, Jaemin. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

He smiled awkwardly, and opened the door. "Tomorrow." He agreed, and left you alone in the warmth of your room.

[sweetieangiexoxo]

In 3 more days, I will get to watch this! This is so insane!!!!

[diorcities]

i freaking love your writings !! ilysm !! more nctdoyoung smut from u please 🤞🤞

vwbejejwvsvf ♡♡♡ thank you! 🥹 ily too, i enjoyed writing about him, so who knows

[sun96moon]

listening to you is my favourite one

genre: one-shot, fluff, romance, angst

pairing: NCT Kim Doyoung x female reader

details: high school au!; low self-esteem, introverted girl character

summary: one day at a school event you hear a song sang by the prettiest voice you ever expirienced and it even makes you cry. 

others: Johnny

words: 6.8k

The life of a high schooler like you wasn’t anything interesting. You had just started the first year here and your closest friends weren’t in your class so you had to adapt from the beginning. It wasn’t easy for an introvert like you – your favourite things to do included reading books, listening to music and writing poems. People from your class had similar interests as befits humanities. In November you had known closer about five guys from your class; it was National Teachers Day and a school hall was full. You were sitting next to a boy from your class, Julian. He was a little weird but you liked similar music and he usually talked interesting stuff about faith and nature. You had a good view at the stage when two students came in with microphones and hosted the event. You weren’t concerned about it until they presented a few students who were about to sing in a while. There was a girl from your class, Tiffany who you knew by sight from middle school as someone famous who sings a lot at school events; four other people you didn’t know.

The first person to sing was a skinny dark-haired boy. You were sure that you have never seen him before because if you had – you would find him hot and remember that. He was singing a beautiful ballad that you had already known; Someone like you by Adele. It was a stock song but you never heard someone covering it like this – sounded even better than the original. He sang it beautifully, the song sounded intimidating and heavenly at the same time. His face was full of passion, he acted as if he wasn’t here, at this small school stage but somewhere far away, where random people present at this place couldn’t enter.

“Hey, Y/n? Are you like totally ok? Y/n?”

You felt someone’s hand on your arm. It was too real, you had the impression that this touch awakened you from the prettiest dream.

“Hey, you really…”

You looked to the right at Julian.

“What? I’m obviously fine.”

“But you want some tissues? You are crying, aren’t you?”

You touched your face and it was wet for real, then looked at the stage; the charming boy finished and made a bow to the audience.

“Oh well, can I have some?” you turned around to Julian again. He gave you a pack and focused on some girl who started her performance.

“Who is he? I mean, did you see him like ever? I didn’t.” you blew your nose.

“Me neither. But I bet he’s older. Talk to Tiffany maybe.”

“Ugh. I would rather not maybe. Hey, but I have Daisy in this whole singing group, you know?” our school had a vocal group. There were plenty of people from different classes. This group was hosted by the older brother of your best friend, Daisy.

A week had passed from National Teacher’s Day and nothing happened. Occasionally you were seeing the dark-haired boy somewhere in corridors. He usually talked with groups of people, he probably was very popular. In the morning you met with Daisy on a bus and asked her if she’s free during a lunch break this day.

“So… can you tell me who is that boy who sang Adele’s song at the last assembly?” on the first floor was a place called ‘behind grids’, there were a few tables separated from the corridors by these grids and today you were here early enough to have a seat with Daisy. But also the weather today was nice so a lot of people spent breaks outside.

“That’s why you wanted to meet with me so bad? Y/n…”

“No, come on. When was the last time we ate lunch together? Like? A long time ago, right?”

“Yeah” she laughed “I was just joking, you know. Of course, I can. He’s my buddy.”

You frowned.

“But I don’t like him, what is that look, sis.” she said quickly “I just talked to him once or twice. So he’s from 2A and is called Kim Doyoung.”

“2A? Wow… so he’s smart af. Math and psychics class.”

“He’s new at school. He moved from a bigger city. And he’s very nice. Do you want me to introduce you?” she started eating her sandwiches with Nutella.

“What? No way. Just asking.” you shrugged.

“Y/n, uh…”

You looked around and spotted him. The corridors were now full of people who wanted to meet up during the longest break. He was standing with a group of boys and laughing. Looked great in simple dark jeans and a grey track jacket.

“Do you want to be by yourself all the time and just crushing at some guys? Look, if you would just talk to him…”

“No, please. Can’t hear you.” you opened your bag, took a book for literature out and pretend that you’re reading. Daisy just sighed and continued eating.

You were too shy to even think about the possibility of looking close up at him. Your friends were mostly done with your low self-esteem but they didn’t know your past experiences with boys. You usually didn’t tell them much about it because you felt embarrassed. You also sighed kind of answering your friend. These thoughts wouldn’t let you focus on the book at all.

“Sorry, Daisy… It’s just, you know, I can’t talk with boys” you said feeling guilty for being too harsh. She looked up. ”I don’t mean Julian, he’s a weirdo, right?”

“A little” she laughed. “But don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

You rolled your eyes. And oh, well today – you were going to do THE research about Kim Doyoung.

Monday wasn’t a likeable day for most of the students but it was for you. Monday was a day when after two days without seeing Doyoung you were finally able to do so. You almost knew his timetable by heart; found out that he has a band called Seven able and of course is popular. About three months had passed and you began to feel too much for this boy – a boy who you didn’t even know at all. Daisy was repeating herself all the time that he doesn’t have a girlfriend and probably doesn’t like anyone. The other friends were also nagging permanently. Them but also your trembling feelings propelled you to do something.

So this Monday was also special due to another reason – it was Valentine’s Day. For you, it meant just one thing – that you have a chance to express your feelings in a best-introverted way. It was hidden in a sky-blue envelope which then was hidden between Macbeth’s pages.                                  

“So… you did it, Crybaby?” Julian asked, sitting next to you on the floor while you were waiting for the next lesson to start.

You looked at him with a crooked smile.

“Stop. Calling. Me. Like. That. And the answer is: yes.”

“Wooow, I’m proud of you. Actually, what did you write in that love letter?”

“Not much though. Only that I like him and his singing… you know and I’m sorry about saying this that way but I’m too shy.”

“Cute and how did you sign?”

“Didn’t. I mean… just wrote “girl from 1D”. I don’t expect anything, I just wanted him to know.”

Julian rolled his eyes. Math was about to start, it was your fifth lesson and you were wondering if he had got your letter already.

“Y/n!”

You were standing in the dressing room, scrolling through Spotify playlists you made and deciding what to listen to on your way home. When your name had been shouted you almost dropped your phone on the tiles.

“Daisy, oh my. Keep calm, can you?”

“Hi! I have news.” she run to you, smiling and immediately made a serious face. You were looking at her suspiciously as she started looking out. “Doyoung is in a band. I talked with him for a while and he said they’re having a little concert today. It’s a party for Valentine’s Day. Did you hear the other school is doing this party, right? So are you coming?”

You widened your eyes at her. She was talking so fast that you barely recorded her words.

“Wait up, honey. A party? You know I’m not into stuff like this, it isn’t a good plan.” you plugged headphones into the phone and popped on the coat.

“But he’s gonna be there, Y/n! That would be a perfect occasion to meet him without making something stupid. Just think about it and text me, a party starts at 6 pm.”

“Yeah, bye-bye. See you tomor- I mean later.” you left quickly. Daisy had one lesson more than you today and it meant there’s no chance she could convince you to go to that party. If you would be going home after school together she probably wouldn’t talk about anything else but this.

A few weeks after Valentine’s you again were standing in the dressing room, which was placed in the basement. It was Wednesday; Daisy wasn’t going home with you this day, she had vocal group practice. Fortunately, because you were tired enough of listening to her whining about you not going to that fabulous Valentine’s party. You put one arm into the sleeve and the music in your headphones stopped playing.

“Ugh, damn” you got down to lift your phone which had fallen out from your coat’s pocket and was playing kpop freaking loud.

“It’s Taemin, isn’t it?” the voice was unusual and unknown. You looked up and stood up immediately. A tall boy was standing in the centre of the room, you were squeezed between a wall and racks full of winter coats and jackets. He was looking at you patiently as you were trying to mute the music and take off headphones in chaos.

“Um… yes” you muttered and looked him in the eyes all nervous.

The boy standing a few meters in front of you was Doyoung. He smiled and approached you slowly as more people had walked into the dressing room. You regretted putting on a coat, your cheeks were probably burning on the finest fire right now.

“So do you like kpop?” he was standing exactly next to you, dressed in a black long midi coat and a black beret.

“Yes… um… You too?” could only imagine how stupid you should be looking right now not able to look him in the face because of embarrassment; you sighed to calm yourself a little.

“Hi, Kim!” this loud yelp belonged to Tiffany, obviously. You took your chance and looked up at him when his head was turning around. “Oh, Y/s, hello.”

You just waved as she stopped nearby and put your bag on. Why are you even here, couldn’t the ground just swallow you up and teleport to your home?

“What’s up? I’m late on my vocal practice, you sure don’t want to join us?” she was speaking loud and fast, you wondered if it annoyed him as much as you.

“No, thank you. We are leaving anyway.” he smiled while looking at you.

We? Like who? You smiled at him casually, at least you wished it looked like that. Tiffany came up to her stuff hanging carelessly somewhere, humming the same melody as ever.

“Can we go outside?” you nodded at his question, looking at his hands hidden in coat pockets.

“I’m sorry but is Tiffany your friend? I feel like I brassed her too much nasty…” he broke the silence while you were walking through the hall on the ground floor. The building was quiet at this hour, only a few people who finished lessons or were late for extracurricular classes were passing by.

“Tiffany? No, no, we just… we are in the same class.” really you were struggling while saying a few words at him? Y/n, please get your shit together!! You stopped right in front of the main door to the school building and sighed.

“I’m Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself properly…” Doyoung was opening the door but stopped and turned around with a gummy smile.

“My bad, I didn’t also.” he laughed. You smiled like a dummy and thanked yourself for not calling him by the name randomly. “I’m Doyoung. It’s nice meeting you, I didn’t imagine finding here someone who likes kpop that way.” he chuckled and opened the door for you. “So which way are you going?”

“There, um… to the bus stop.”

“Okay, then I’ll walk you.” he smiled, oh God what he was so happy for? Because of talking to a stupid ass like you?

“But, um, it’s fine you don’t have to” what if Julian or someone from your class would be near this place and, oh dear, would say something embarrassing? “You’re not heading home?”

“I have some time until my mum will arrive here. She’s picking me up today. So don’t worry” he checked his phone and slipped it back into the pocket. “we can talk a little, Y/n.”

Hearing your name said by that voice of him made you even more stressed. Like is that even the same name? It sounded so unreal.

“So who do you listen to? When it comes to me, I only listen to Super Junior, Girls’ Generation, Shinee, EXO, IU…” he frowned “That’s mostly it”.

The weather was so fresh and cold. You almost felt like your hot cheeks are steaming. The sky was grey, full of wet clouds, the park outside school also looked somehow grey; bare old trees and alleys paved in wet autumn leaves which lost theirs beautiful bright colours. This sad-looking environment reminded you about the pink eyeshadow you put on this morning. Well thankfully, you put any make-up on.

“I know all of them but listen to Shinee and EXO… and I know some of IU’s songs. I like some other groups too”.

“Okay so let me add you on Facebook and we can text? Are you okay with that? You will send me your recommendations and I would mine?” you two stopped behind the bus stop. It was almost empty, only two elder women sit there chatting.

“Um, sure it’s totally fine. I have some playlists on Spotify that I can proudly share” you chuckled a little.

“I’m looking forward to listening then! Request sent. Ah, something is coming…”

You turned around, saw your bus and sighed. So that’s it.

“Right, so… I have to go. It was… really nice to meet you” you smiled shyly waving to him.

“You too, so see you tomorrow probably.” he smiled back again with this gummy smile.

The bus stopped and you came in, headphones left somewhere in your pocket. You tried to retrospect actually what happened, smiled to yourself but then shook your head. It was nice talking to him but what do you even expect? That’s it, enough. He won’t notice you the following day, right? You would message a little with each other and he would stop responding to you. Maybe he would find out about your crush at him because you’d make a clown of yourself. You sighed and accepted the request of the account you checked almost every day.

The next morning you went to a different bus to avoid coming to school with Daisy. You probably couldn’t speak with her like a normal person without blabbing about this awkward meeting with Doyoung. Sometimes – when you weren’t daydreaming – you were someone realistic. Until Doyoung and you wouldn’t have a proper conversation there is no need to tell anyone. If he would forget – you would feel like a fool. But with your friends knowing – you would feel and come over like a fool. Not that you weren’t feeling like one right now; dressed in a cute skirt just because maybe Kim Doyoung would recognize you and say ‘hi’.

Yesterday he didn’t text you about these playlists on Spotify and you also didn’t text him. It made you a little bit sad but you didn’t want to impose on him.

The first lesson was in the classroom right next to the entrance. While you were chatting with some girls from your class and Julian, he turned to you ‘oh, Doyoung’. You blushed and looked behind you. There he was in that classy black coat with headphones, heading to the dressing room. He almost disappeared behind a wall but at the same time looked up. You gasped seeing him taking a step back and looking at you with wide eyes. Oh, dear.

“Hi!” he waved and smiled.

Tiffany was always late in the morning so he’s obviously not waving to her. You waved back slowly while your face was probably in its hundredth phase of redness. He left you with that hand of yours hanging in the air.

“Hey, who’s that?” Nadia asked. You turned around and met your friends pending eyes. “I mean, I saw him a few times but… I don’t know”.

“What’s more what was that, Y/n? You like, waved to him?” Julian was looking at you suspiciously.

You blushed. Okay, you didn’t have any plan for a situation like that. You didn’t think it would happen so fast.

“Um, we just like talked once. That’s it”. Well, that was true so whatever.

“Oh, right!!! I saw him at that party on Valentine’s! Y/n, are you two close? I would really like to meet him”.

“Oh, just a simple talk?” Julian wasn’t content with your answer but you knew he wouldn’t fatigue you with too many questions. “Actually, Nadia she’s in love with him so don’t be so excited.”

The bell rang so none heard your intense and loud cursing at Julian.

 After a few lessons, when your class had history, you got a message on Facebook from Doyoung. Five minutes passed from the beginning, the teacher – who was also an educator of your class and a very priss person – was about to pick someone to the oral answer. Everyone was stressed and quiet but not your phone. It vibrated loud af and you just HAD to blush. The teacher looked in your direction but it was Callum next to you who she decided to punish. Well, she was also absent-minded though.

‘Hi, Y/n. How are you? Would you have some time today to meet? Maybe during some break? @.@‘

‘Hi! I would be really happy to meet, are you free on lunch break, maybe?’

‘Sure thing! Let’s meet beside the library, see you.’

Callum got B so he wasn’t that mad. If she would ask you – F in all alphabets of the world. Maybe because yesterday you were doing nothing but listening to all of your Spotify’s playlists just to make sure they are good enough…

Right now you were stressing yourself out and waiting near the library. Fortunately, none asked where are you going to eat lunch today. But it didn’t mean that you couldn’t be spotted by some of your friends while spending the break with him. Well, whatever it literally is the least of your problems at this moment. More important is: how cringe would your first proper conversation come out.

He came with a friend who you didn’t company at all. He was even taller than Doyoung even though from your perspective Doyoung was like the tallest guy you had ever seen and talked to. He also was handsome and looked more muscular than Doyoung.

“Yo, I’m Johnny” he smiled and waved at you.

“We’re at the same class, I know Johnny for a long time actually. Our families were spending a lot of time together when we were younger.” Doyoung said after his friend left to spend the break with his friends outside.

It was really cute that he was telling you about his friendship with Johnny. Meanwhile, you went to a more quiet spot on the stairs and sat next to each other. Doyoung today was dressed in a flannel shirt not buttoned-up with a white t-shirt underneath, he also was wearing glasses.

“So… you’re from here?” you didn’t want to come up as some creep so you pretended that you know nothing at all.

“No, I moved here on holiday this year. But I know the city well because Johnny lives here and my grandparents too. I was spending here a lot of time when I was younger. Oh, and guys from my band are from here also…”

“Ah, you have a band?…” he looked at you “I mean, I remember you… when you sang at school assembly once” It wasn’t embarrassing much, you’re not gonna tell him that you literally cried because of his voice.

“Yes, that was me” he smiled “Our band is not a big deal, I just really like to sing and my friends like music too. So we play little concerts sometimes.” he made a pause “actually I’m surprised. I thought that people usually don’t listen to these songs at that kind of events.”

You widened your eyes and felt as if he caught you bang to rights.

“Um… I do. I like music very much so I always gladly listen to these people singing.” Well, that was true. It was also true that you didn’t hear anyone else singing that amazing at your school as him but it was too cringy to say. At least for now. He smiled and nodded.

“Speaking of music. Tell me something about your favourite kpop bands and can you send me these playlists right now?”

Your relationship with Doyoung was growing little by little. You mostly were spending time only at school, speaking about music, kpop stuff, lessons, exams and your mutual friends. Daisy and your other friends had no idea that someone like Doyoung likes kpop, so you transformed a little the story about your first meeting. Anyway, only Daisy had her suspicions that maybe you’re crushing on Doyoung because you didn’t want to tell anyone. And of course Julian was aware of that but he stayed quiet. At this moment you were sitting in your French and the teacher was talking about an exchange with some high school from France. Your school was supposed to host an event organized by your French teacher called ‘French days’.

“We will have some karaoke or vocal contest, do you know someone who could sing there? Tiffany, obviously you know some people.” your teacher was very excited as always.

Tiffany chomped once on her gum and looked at you.

“Doyoung, right? Maybe he can come with the band.”

You were looking at her surprised. Why is she even asking you?

“Who is Doyoung, girls, hm?” the teacher approached you “Just ask as many people as you can, the more the merrier.”

“Yes… I think he would like to sing with his band there” you said, “I can ask him”.

Tiffany smiled like she would get paralyzed. Definitely she had some problem with you being friends with Doyoung, because he was popular and you weren’t. Tiffany probably just thought that someone as famous as her should be friends with him instead of you.

At the next break, you bumped into Doyoung at the library. He was searching for Mansfield’s stories so you helped him.

“Hey, do you also maybe play concerts at school events as Seven able?” you spoke to him while you were leaving the room.

“Yeah, sometimes. If someone asks. But why?”

“Um.. you know I was wondering if you could sing here during these whole ‘French days’ or something? The teacher asked if we know someone who would like to take part in a music competition.”

“Sounds great, you know. I would like to show the band more, we’re not that famous. So every opportunity to present ourselves is good.”

“I would love to hear something. I don’t know any of your songs, you know?” you two sat next to each other on the floor outside one classroom which wasn’t crowded.

“Ah… I didn’t show you?” he smiled shyly “Well there is not much. But, hey maybe you would help me out and pick a song that we could play there?”

“Me?” you blushed “I’m, yes, sure, with delight.”

“Okay, let me just write it down…”

The next day you stayed after classes at school with Doyoung who brought his laptop to show you Seven able’s songs. You were sitting ‘behind grids’, the school was almost empty. After listening to all of these songs you handed him a small piece of paper with your favourite tracks.

“So, yeah, these two… I think I like them the most. I mean I like all of them but with these two I think you can show the most…” you smiled at him.

“Thanks, Y/n” he chuckled “I agree with you, I also like to sing demanding songs that can show my skills well”.

Fortunately, his band’s songs didn’t hit you such as his solo performance from November. You stayed calm and tried to focus. He trusted you and showed you every single song, even the ones that they didn’t play anywhere yet. Every song had a little history behind it, that he told you before playing it from their private channel on Youtube. It was probably the longest time that you spent together until now.

“I would take that” he folded the paper you gave him and slipped it into his trousers pocket.

The next few days Doyoung didn’t text you, you also didn’t meet him among classes. Once you sent him a link to a song that you thought he would definitely like and he just thanked you. Right before the weekend, you saw him while sitting with your friends outside, he was coming behind the school building with Johnny for their PE class. He only waved back at you but didn’t smile as he usually does at your presence. Something was not okay. You had no idea if something bad happened or he just hadn’t any free time to talk to you. Of course, you panicked a little that maybe it was your fault but you couldn’t think of anything that could cause that kind of his behaviour. You were thinking about it probably too much and was worried but tried to pretend everything is fine.

On Friday you were leaving the dressing room with Julian, you two were sometimes using the same bus when going home after school. Julian walked before you, stopped to let someone through the main door to the room and looked at you over his shoulder. Doyoung came in and looked straight into your eyes. It was so intense that you had to drop your gaze.

“Hello, Y/n” he broke the silence “Hi,” he said to Julian.

“Hi, Doyoung” you had no idea what you could say more to him. You were looking at the wall right behind him.

“I would like to talk to you one day, but not at school. Can we meet?” Doyoung brushed his hair.

“Yeah, sure. Any day is fine to me” you tried to look up at him and he was still staring at you without any blink. Well, something was definitely NOT okay.

“Good. I would text you later” he raised corners of his lips unnoticeably and walked inside the dressing room.

“Are we leaving, Y/n?” said Julian and touched your arm gently.

You nodded still looking at the same spot on the wall.

“Sorry,” you said after you left the school building “I spaced out a little”.

“Yeah. Is something wrong between you and him?”

“What? No, we just didn’t talk for a few days” you smiled shyly.

Julian only glanced at you and it was obvious that he didn’t believe your words. When you walked out of the bus your phone vibrated once and you almost jumped. Instinct didn’t disappoint you, the message was from Doyoung.

‘Do you have time tomorrow? We can meet in the town and go to some coffee shop.’

The weather was very beautiful on Saturday morning. You got dressed in a checked dress and put a subtle make-up on. It was like you were dressing especially for him, but you tried to look casual at the same time. You sat on the bench next to the Neptune’s fountain and waited for Doyoung. You came too early just to sit and calm yourself a little while waiting. Why he wanted to talk somewhere else than at school? It couldn’t be a date, like, who asks out on a date this way??? Did Tiffany say something to him about you, like some made-up rumours? You sighed and heard footsteps behind you. Doyoung stopped right next to the bench you were sitting on.

“Oh, hello” you got up “You came”.

“Hi, Y/n” he smiled a little “Didn’t you wait too long?” he was wearing loose white trousers and a dark-green polo shirt.

“No, just a while… The weather is nice today” you tried to break the ice; even though he was more laid-back than yesterday, you still felt some tension.

“Yeah… Y/n” he made a step closer to you “I’m sorry about these last few days, I had to think something over. That’s why I wasn’t contacting with you.”

“Oh… okay” you felt a few cold shivers running down your spine “Did I do something?” you chuckled nervously and looked him in the eyes, they were looking at you but much warmer than yesterday.

Doyoung smiled and looked away at some people walking by.

“I don’t know”.

“Um, well, so maybe we should go to ‘Scoop’? It’s the only legit place to go here, in my opinion” you tried to stay calm but his answer made you feel the opposite.

The place wasn’t much crowded, only a few people came to sit inside. Because of the great weather, most of them were spending time somewhere outside catching rays of the spring sun. Doyoung asked you what would you like to drink and said he’ll pay not giving you any time to protest. After a few small talks about recent situations at school descended an awkward silence and Doyoung became a little tense.

“Y/n, I guess it’s the time I need to ask you about something,” he said and drew something from his bag which was hanging on the chair he was sitting on. You froze when a sky-blue envelope was placed on the table right in front of you.

“Please, tell me. Did you write this?”

You were feeling numb and staring at the piece of paper not knowing what to do. Of course, lying wasn’t even an option, you literally couldn’t lie at all. But what you should say to him? You felt like being friends with him for these few months was quite a one big, fat lie right now. You didn’t even think about it that way earlier. But are you friends with him or you were just trying to be close to someone you like? Thinking about it at this moment – it was selfish and shady. What did you even think about your relationship? Secretly, you wished he would start liking you. You weren’t a bad person, right? You just wanted to be special for someone you cared for.

Slowly, you nodded still looking at his name written by your hand.

“When you gave me this note, where you had written titles of Seven able’s songs… I felt like this handwriting seems familiar. I couldn’t remember, you know. But one day I found this, I left it in my desk drawer.”

This damn note.

At that moment, the best way to stop this embarrassment, you thought, would be to run away. If only you wouldn’t feel like the heaviest rock on planet Earth right now.

“Look, Y/n. I had no idea that you feel this way. If only you would say something…”

“Sorry” was the only word you could think of saying then “I’m so sorry” you looked at your cup within mid-flow drank cappuccino. You got up from the chair with your hands propped up on the table, looked at Doyoung's disoriented face. “I just don't know what I was thinking”. You grabbed your bag and ran out of the café. When you stopped, you found out that you were in the middle of your way home. You forgot about the bus while walking so fast. 'Please, just let me be in the home bathroom' you thought, breathing heavily 'I need to have a good weep right there'. But it was a little too late, you felt something wet on your chin. At the same time, your phone started vibrating, you took a look around and Doyoung was nowhere to be seen. Well, only his name was – on your mobile phone’s screen. You were standing in one spot looking on your phone screen waiting for it to stop.

Next few weeks you barely saw Doyoung because that was your plan – not seeing him and not being seen by him. He was usually spending breaks near classrooms he had lessons so you knew where you shouldn’t spend yours. Of course, some random situations that you couldn’t control were happening. A few times you came across him at corridors but every time you tried to look away the fastest you can, feeling his intense gaze. You never went anywhere by yourself while walking through school corridors; you thought it would stop him from talking to you as if he would ever try to after what you did the last time you spoke. You tried not to think about your feelings. Obviously, you were sad and didn’t want to leave your relationship like that but you had no idea what to do.

Besides the ‘French days’ had already began and you were stressing over Seven able’s performance. Not everyone could go as an audience but you signed up for it to the teacher right after the schedule was announced. For this event, you wanted to be the best support for him you can be as a friend, even if he didn’t think about you as one anymore.

The karaoke contest was taking place in the same hall as the first Doyoung’s performance you had ever seen. You took a seat somewhere in the back not to be on display, the hall was almost empty because you were like half an hour early. You found links to these two Doyoung’s band songs you liked the most and listened to them while waiting. The next thing you knew, people overloaded the hall and your French teacher was announcing the first person and the rest of the participants in order of appearance.

The level of competition was average. Some people just came here to sing for fun, some else were well qualified and wanted to show their talent. The first place took some girl from France, Seven able took the second one. You got emotional again because of Doyoung’s singing but fortunately, you didn’t cry. Their performance was the best, but this girl was singing some sad song in French so they let her win. People from the podium were collecting the prizes, when it was Seven able’s turn Doyoung took the microphone.

“I would like to thank a friend who helped me with some preparations for this performance. I hope she’s happy with the result…” he smiled a little and suddenly met your gaze above everyone’s heads for the shortest crack.

You sat down on your chair, more like you collapsed on it.

“Wait,” you said to yourself out loud, none noticed because it was too loud. That’s your chance, you can just talk to him to congratulate him, right? That will be totally normal, it would even be rude if you wouldn’t! You grabbed your stuff and left the hall to wait outside. People started to leave the place, although they weren’t in a rush to go to their next lesson. Finally, right after a group of people, you noticed Doyoung standing at the door, he was holding it for Tiffany who was very excited and loud. He looked very elegant and casual in a navy cord shirt and beige loose trousers. You stood up from the stairs you were sitting on, the group passed by and Doyoung’s bandmates left the hall behind Tiffany. You chewed at your lip, damn, why didn’t realise there would be plenty of people around him right now.

‘Okay, Y/n, whatever. Your introverted ass needs to leave their comfort zone. If you won’t talk to him right now, you never would’.

“Hello, um…” you came closer to their group. Doyoung looked in your direction still smiling after a friend’s joke, his eyes grew bigger.

“Y/n! I’m so happy you came” he came up to you. Oh no, was he thinking that maybe you won’t come to their performance??? You felt so freaking bad.

“Of course I did, Doyoung” you gasped while looking up at him “um…”

“Guys, you have to meet Y/n. The one I told you about”.

Tiffany somehow disappeared. You shook hands with the three boys. They looked a little older than Doyoung, maybe they were going to college. You congratulated them and praised all of their songs, they thanked you for convincing Doyoung to join this karaoke competition.

“Doyoung…” you couldn’t wait any longer, not because your English started like 20 minutes ago but you felt like anxiety is about to rip the soul off your body if you wouldn’t speak to him in private “can I talk to you for a while?”.

“Sure but don’t you have a class or something?” he asked after you saw his friends off.

“Well, I do but I really need to talk” you looked him in the eyes. He wasn’t smiling at all right now, he looked serious.

“Okay then. How have you been?”

“Me? I, actually, you know, I missed you” you dropped your gaze and felt his hand on your head.

“Me too,” he said quietly.

“Doyoung, you thought I wouldn’t come? I’m so sorry, that I made you feel like this. I would come here no matter what, even if I would be locked in some mental hospital” you looked him in the eyes. His hand slipped off and stayed on your arm. He pulled your body in and hugged you softly. You weren’t that close like never. Your face started to burn, your arms mindlessly landed on his back which was so broad, you never noticed that.

“I don’t know why I run away that day… I was afraid of talking about my feelings, I guess” you said with your head pressed to his chest.

“Y/n, I’m sorry too. I thought that I should confront you, but I didn’t realise it’s hard for someone shy like you” he drew you apart from him.

You nodded not looking at his face.

“Hey, you are very late for your class right now, you should go”.

“Doyoung” you looked up “I know that I romantically like you. But I like you also as a good friend of mine, we have so much in common, right? You always care for me, you have the purest heart I know. So I mean… I like you but before that, I admire you for who you are as a human being” you were looking him in the eyes saying all of it without blinking. His face was obscure, but when you finished he smiled.

“I like you too, Y/n”.

“I know”.

“No, I have a crush on you”.

“You what?” He what?

He laughed.

“Doyoung! What are you talking about?” you frowned.

“Look,” he grabbed your hand “I like spending time with you and I think we should start going out”.

You widened your eyes.

“Wait, you mean like on dates?”

“Yes, silly” he chuckled and pressed your hand on his cheek. You looked up at him surprised by this lovely gesture. “You know, secretly, I’m very clingy.”

You laughed. “Me too but that’s not a secret”.

“I know! You are hugging with everyone but not with me!” he pouted.

You laughed again and moved your hand on his arm to hug him.

“Y/n? How our song make you feel today? Were you sad?” he asked out of the blue.

“What? Why?” you felt weird. There’s no way he would find out about your crying during that assembly in November.

“You wrote in that letter that my singing is making you very emotional, I was just curious. You can tell me, you know” he was looking at you expectantly with a smirk.

“Oh my, you want me to praise you so bad.” you chuckled “Well, it was deep. That’s why I wanted you to perform that one. It’s my favourite, I guess” you made a pause “and your voice is beautiful, you know that. It’s so beautiful it even makes me cry sometimes”.

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okay so, it’s my first ever finished fic, damn. it took me a lot of time but it’S DONE. so i’m just proud even though i feel cringe too. i would be very happy if you would like to share your thoughts about it. i’m sending love to everyone who would decide to read~~

[eeunoia]

NCT Timestamps

[ 12 : 03 am ]

you let yourself in their quiet dorm. it was midnight so you already expected that they'll probably inside their own rooms, resting.

promotions of NCT 2020 just finished and is very successful. you were very proud of all of them. they all did well, specially jaemin.

"oh noona?" jisung had his eyes wide when he saw you entering. he wasn't expecting you or anything. it was a bit late, anyway.

"how's your injury?" worry lingers in every word. jisung did his usual smile at you.

"it's getting better." he assured you. with a small nod you approaches him.

you gave him a small smile as you tip-toed to mess his hair. his a couple of inches taller from you so you had hard time, thank goodness he's nice enough to lean downward but a smirk was plastered over his lips.

"hyung's at his bedroom. he went straight right after we arrived." he informed you.

you showed him a suppressed smile because that's already what you thought and one of the reason you hurried yourself in here.

you said your good-bye to him and walked through the familiar hallway of their dorm. with only dim lights, you made sure you're not creating any noise to prevent waking up any member, if ever they're already asleep.

you softly turn the knob of his bedroom door and slowly let yourself in. he's wrapped into his blanket and his room is, as usual, dark. jaemin always liked it like this.

you approached his bed taking off your coat and letting it hang over his gaming chair. with delicate moves, you made it near him without waking him up.

you hurried yourself here out of worry for him. you just watched the video of them deciding the time for their relay-cams. when you knew about their relay cams you were beyond excited about it. the fact that finally, your boyfriend will participate with it thrilled your whole existence.

you remember yourself all smiles as you click the video but as it goes on, you took notice of something. the usually energetic jaemin was at the corner, silently watching everyone being loud.

then that hits you. jaemin is an introvert. sure, he is comfortable being with the dream and he surely adores all 22 members. but the fact of having to be surrounded by so much people may had been draining for him.

with soft touches you caress his face. he looked so tired and you just feel bad because you didn't notice it too soon. is it the reason why he kept asking you to come over? and he insist that it's for nothing.

jaemin stirred as he felt the gentle touch that is pulling him off from sleep. his eyes slowly opened and the sight of you on his bed just woke him up fully.

"baby?" he was surprised to see you here.

he was certain you told him that you're busy today and will probably make it up to him tomorrow. even when he wants you with him already, he also understands that you have school. so he just decided to wait patiently.

you crouches down over to him and cupped his face placing soft kisses all over his face. jaemin smiled a little, even shutting off his eyes as he enjoys the affection that he've been wanting to have from you.

"i'm sorry i didn't noticed. it must have been hard for you." without exactly telling him what it is, jaemin knew what you're talking about.

smoothly, he slid both of his arms around your waist pulling you over his bed. with a heavy sigh, he buried his face over to your neck.

"i..." jaemin was lost for words. he did tried really hard for this comeback. he did his very best to interact with all the members.

when they first heard about NCT 2020, he was thrilled. he knew it will be fun and of course, since that's what the nctzen is wishing for. he wanted so bad to do well for them. (And he did, bb did so well, to be honest everyone did so well. I'm so proud.)

you gently moved his hair away from his forehead and kissed it.

"you did so well, baby. i'm so proud of you. i'm sure every nctzen is proud of you." you whispered over at him assuring him that he really did well. he pulled away from my neck and raised his head over at him.

he smiled sweetly as he starred into your eyes with affection.

"thank you. i love you," he said and puckered his lips for a kiss.

you smiled warmly and crouched down dropping a kiss over at his pink lips. soon he snuggled closer once again, enjoying your warmth that filled his longing for you.

[weampaper]

Been a while lol

Here’s some artwork I did the past 2 (?) days. Oh I also uploaded a speedpaint of the Taeyong one yesterday and I’ll be uploading the next one within a coupld of days. Click here to see the vid

[eliotgiovanna-pv]

🐰

[lalidoyoung]

PERFUME : The Moments of Scents

[nct-doyoungs]

[jezungies]

Tнe lαυɢнѕ

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𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒: 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝒢𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓅: 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 753

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No ones pov

It had been a few weeks since Doyoung and Y/n had talked to each other. They were both going through hard times and they both needed sometime alone.

They both blamed one another,but in reality it was their own faults

Is there another chance?

You me and the future? Is it possible?

Y/n POV

I woke up to the alarm on my phone. I had a blaring headache and I couldn’t get out of bed. I was so weak I couldn’t do anything. Everything I did would remind me of him.

I try to ignore everything about him, but every time I do that the more he comes back into my mind. Today was the day he would come by to get his stuff, and I knew it would be hard to let go,but what could you do to a relationship you can’t fix.

I gathered all of his stuff together and put it in a box. I packed everything neatly. That’s how he liked it.

As I packed all of his stuff I remembered all the memories we had built. All of laughs just gone, nothing for us to remember, no more memories. I had to bury everything down deep to keep myself from crying. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Doyoung had made such a big impact on my life, and now that we are over I didn’t know what to do.

The bell to my door rang. I guess it’s time to let go.

I opened the door, and was surprised to see who it was. Jeahyun?

“What are you doing here?” I said sniffling a little

“I’m here to check on you.” He said

“I’m fine” I said with a fake smile

“We both know that’s not true.” He said giving me a hug. At that moment all of my tears began to pour out. I hugged Jeahyun tight and he shut the door behind him as I walked with him to the couch.

“I know you miss it, I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. I know it’s hard and it will only get harder from here, but I assure you that this will all be over soon. You were there for me when I had my break up. So now I’m here for you.” He said giving me a smile and anther tight hug.

We sat there for what it felt like hours. Until the door bell rung again. Jaehyun went to open it for me, as I was still breaking down. I looked up at the door way as Jeahyun moved to the side. Doyoung.

Doyoung POV

I sat down on my couch. I remembered all of the movie nights we would have on this couch. I remembered all the things I brought to y/n house that I left since I was so used to being there with them all the time.

Was I really ready to let them go?

Why was it so hard?

“Hey how are you holding up?” I heard Johnny coming into the living room.

“I don’t know. I just miss them. Am I really making the right choice?” I said as I looked at Johnny

“You miss them right? Why not go back to them? You both need each other and you both love each other.” He said looking at me

“You’re right. I’m going. I’m getting her back. I can’t live without y/n” I said leaving the living room to the front door.

The whole drive to y/n’s place I recited everything I was going to say to them.

I loved y/n and I would do anything to get them back.

I knocked on her/his door expecting y/n to open it. I would give them a big tight hug and tell them how much l longed for their touch and love.

I hadn’t expect Jaehyun to open it. I saw y/n on the couch with red eyes and puffy cheeks. They got up and carried a box to the door.

“Um here’s your stuff. Thanks for all the memories. I really did love you. I’m sorry” they said holding in the tears and running away.

“Y/n I-“

“I think you should leave. Y/n’s not in the best of moods right now .” Jeahyun said glaring at me.

“I just want to say something” I said

“ if you wanted to say something maybe you shouldn’t have let them go in the first place.” He said

I thought about those words as Jeahyun closed the door. Maybe he was right.

I shouldn’t have let you go y/n. I’m gonna miss you, miss your touch, your laughs, your smile, every little thing about you.

I still love you, I hope you know that.

[baileyy-20]

UNFORTUNATE EVENTS (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/pZWxvzVFncb A fanfic with NCT Jaehyun. It's one shot. It's about a foreign woman (Υ/Ν) who is hired at SM as a language teacher for trainees and as a translator for the company. From the first moment she arrived in South Korea, various unfortunate events happened to her that ended with a happy ending. Here a short excerpt from the story: 《So we ended up in the living room, me sitting on the couch still wrapped in the towel and Jaehyun next to me, looking at me as if he wants to kill me. At the same time, the head of my department tries to explain to the manager of NCT and Jaehyun that I am not a sasaeng and that from now on I will work for SM as a language teacher for trainees and generally as a translator for the company. And that it was his idea to bring me to the dorm of NCT since my apartment was not ready yet. After the misunderstanding was resolved, the manager and the head of my department left and Jaehyun and I were left alone in the living room. 》

[kdyc0re]

user KDYC0RE is typing..

brief introduction !

hello! my name is lauren, my pronouns are she/her, and i am a minor. i am filipino and my languages are eng-filo.

ults ?

i am a multi so if you u don’t like multis or you anti my ults dni. my main ults are nct, rv, tbz and the rose. my semis are got7, bts, exo, shinee, aespa, etc. plus soloists like taeyeon, ong seongwu, eric nam etc!

my main ults from the groups are doyoung, haechan, mark lee, jisung, chenle, kun, sicheng, renjun, xiaojun, joy, changmin, kevin, woosung and jaehyeong!

account ?

i will mainly post about nct and rv since they are the groups i follow the most. i will post aus, prompts, senarios, and more bc this is what this acc is for.. i will be inactive from time to time. and a reminder that everything i write is entirely fictional.

socials !

i am most active on my twitter, where i also post socmed aus, prompts and senarios. i plan to post my stories and aus on both tumblr and twitter in the future — as well as ao3. another thing is that some of my aus are in eng-filo.