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[peachydoyoung]

[ mark lee ; fluff ]

his feet dragged across the floorboards in a way you could only describe as pure exhaustion, along with his barely open eyes and dampened bangs that just about covered his eyes- you could tell he was nearly asleep.

the few other boys scattered around the dimly lit living room took slow glances as mark made himself comfortable in the small gap between your figure and the other armrest, the tighter spaced single chair not giving much room, just enough that when his arms pulled his long legs to a bend at the knee and tucked under his chin, he could sit happily at your side and not be too much of a burden. Staring contently as you struggled to drink your peppermint tea, that jaehyun had just handed to you, the steam still raising vigorously from the cup and onto your cheeks, sharing a warmth across your skin, that was increasing the longer mark pressed tightly into your figure.

“want some?” you softly spoke when you had noticed his eyes widened into a familiar doe shape, wandering lazily between your tea and your lips, back to your eyes as he nodded. You couldn’t help but let your fingers thread through the wet black bangs, brushing them back and out of his eyes. Your other hand carefully bringing the half full mug to his lips for him, gently tipping and letting him take small sips, his tired aura melting from his skin, implying he wasn’t in the state to do anything too challenging by himself.

“good?” you asked quieter than before, “hmm, good” mark mumbled barely audible, licking the leftover sweeter taste from his lips, reaching for your hand that once lay in layers of his dark tufts, bringing it into his lap with his own hold, and intertwining your fingers as he watched you drink the rest- eyes growing heavy with each sip, not even trying to hide his tiredness by the time you’d placed it on the table by the side of the chair.

“can we cuddle?” you heard him ask sweetly, as if you’d deny his comfort. you barely nodded before his body leant forward and clung to yours, head nuzzling into your neck, a deep sigh from his body as you felt it collapse into your own- finally able to relax. He didn’t wait for you to lay back into the armrest before his arms snaked tightly around your waist, hands softly smoothing under your jumper and gliding across your bare skin, searching for warmth.

He didn’t say much, head tilting up towards your own face as if in askance, without the words. You weren’t sure what he wanted, and Mark wasn’t either, an inability to form sentence from being too sleepy- so you settled with smoothing your palms over his shoulder blades, feeling his body sink into your own and his muscles twitch under the thin cotton of his shirt. You watched his lips lull open, eyes loose focus- the soft feeling of his hand reach behind him and find your own again, breath deepenening with each passing second. And just like that, he was fast asleep.

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[peachydoyoung]

Jopping but it’s Yangyang.

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[peachydoyoung]

♡ happy birthday to Osaka prince 👑 yuta ♡ ♡

♡ ♡ a pretty soul with prettier words, who’s never afraid to speak his mind and stand up for what he believes in. I hope the year is filled with happiness and peace and health- not a single second of your love for us will go unnoticed- big love to the light of a lot of our lives! kisses ♡ ♡

[peachydoyoung]

while i didn’t know her & don’t know much about f(x), i just want everyone to know whether you follow my blog or not, if you need someone to talk to i am here.

it’s okay to be sad and to grieve, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

take care of yourselves and help take care of each other. 💗

today we’ve lost a woman, an icon, ive looked up to for years

i sincerely hope she finds peace in her next life

[peachydoyoung]

[peachydoyoung]

the best of nct dream: we boom era ↳ happy 3rd anniversary nct dream!! 🎉🎉

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Jaehyun just being the boyfriend that he is

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© CloudyDH | take out with full credits.  (1, 2)

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[peachydoyoung]

Hi~ i just started reading some of your posts and im in loveeeeeeee💕✨ 💕✨ can i request a fluff scenario where you and ten go to Thailand to meet his family?

hi!! ty so much for the love 💖 i’ll get started on this soon! :)

[peachydoyoung]

ty for the love on my recent doyoung post - it’s not a whole lot but it means a lot to me :) 💖

[peachydoyoung]

to be in love

or, four times someone else realizes doyoung loves you and one time he does.

1. The dorms were quiet, everyone engulfed in their own day-off activities, the majority of which involved sleeping the day away. Johnny was no exception, only leaving his room every now-and-again in search of something to eat.

Wandering around, he heard the sound of some variety show rerun emitting from the living room. The curtains were drawn shut and the room was dark, Johnny’s eyes barely making out yours and Doyoung’s figures on the couch. As he moved to flip the light on, Doyoung’s hushed voice caught his attention.

“Can you leave that off?” he whispered, causing Johnny to spin around and face him. Doyoung gestured to you curled into his side, arm draped over his torso and a slight grip on his hoodie as you peacefully slept. 

He nodded, a knowing grin adorning his face as he continued to the kitchen. Shooting Doyoung a teasing wink, he watched as a blush covered his cheeks and he buried his face into your hair.

2. Jaehyun tried to listen intently to their choreographer but found his eyes moving to the clock once again - the hands ticked slowly, but he visibly lit up when he noticed it was just about their break time.

As everyone scattered to sprawl out on the floor, Jaehyun caught the door opening from the corner of his eye. He noticed it was you, saying hello along with the others, watching as Doyoung bolted up from his position to greet you himself. 

It was impossible to miss his gummy smile, any signs of exhaustion leaving his body as he turned to quickly peck your lips out of view of the others. Jaehyun then noticed the bags in your hands, moving along with Mark to help Doyoung take them from you.

“You brought us food?” Doyoung asked you, setting the last bag aside as he tugged on the bottom of your jacket to bring you closer to him. 

You playfully rolled your eyes, arms wrapping around his torso as you replied, “You’re not that subtle with your “we’re hungry” texts, you know.” 

He laughed, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as he gently swayed your bodies back and forth. Jaehyun watched on, nudging Yuta to grab his phone and get a picture.

3. A loud crash coming from the kitchen caused Taeyong to jolt from his position on a chair down the hall, pocketing his phone as he got up to investigate. It wasn’t uncommon to find Haechan and Mark in there, possibly with the other dream members making some sort of mess.

When he found Doyoung instead, staring intently at his phone and surrounded by an array of bowls and ingredients, he became more interested.

Doyoung looked up at him, setting his phone aside. “Sorry, you heard the crash? I dropped one of the mixing bowls.” 

Taeyong nodded, “That’s okay, what are you making?”

“It’s a cake,” he replied. “for y/n.” Taeyong pouted, deflating at the fact that it wasn’t for them. Doyoung chuckled, shaking his head. “Her birthday is tomorrow, remember? I’m sure there will be extra though.”

Taeyong did remember your upcoming birthday, but had assumed Doyoung would simply buy you a cake as he already had plans to cook you dinner. Upon watching him go back to reading what he assumed was a recipe of some sort, Taeyong’s pout morphed into a subtle smile as he offered to help in any way he could.

4. Haechan finished his nightly routine, stepping out of the hotel bathroom and into his shared room with Doyoung. He was on the phone with who Haechan assumed was you, as he was every evening before bed. 

He tried not to eves-drop, but found it hard not to as the call didn’t sound overly happy this time around. Doyoung was clearly trying to console you as best as he could over the phone, and Haechan could barely make out the sounds of you crying. 

“Please don’t cry, honey.” He rubbed at his own eyes, and it was then Haechan began to feel he was intruding in a private conversation. 

He didn’t see Doyoung cry often, and it dawned on him how much you being upset affected him.

The phone call finished up not long after, Doyoung assuring you that they would be home within a couple of weeks. Haechan wasn’t sure what to say at first, but eventually offered to order a bunch of room service and a bad movie, causing the older member to laugh slightly and agree.

1. Doyoung wasn’t sure what prompted him to make the trek over to your apartment without warning when the time was nearing midnight, but he found himself knocking on your door not long after. 

He waited for you to find your slippers and check the peephole as he knew you would, listening for the click of the lock and watching as the door swung open. You looked surprised to see him, but he was glad that it didn’t appear he had woken you up. 

“Doyoung, what are you doing here? Not that I’m not glad to see you, I just-”

He cut you off, stepping inside to press your bodies together and bringing his lips to yours before pulling back to kiss your cheek, then your temple, and lastly the top of your head. 

You gripped the front of his shirt, hiding your face into it - Doyoung grinned at your flustered state. 

“What was that for?” you asked, peering up at him. 

He shrugged, “I just love you, is all.”

Your expression didn’t go unnoticed to him, moving from shock to realization to what he could only hope was love back. “You love me?”

He nodded in response, no hesitation in his actions or words. “I do. I love you.”

And a sense of comfort and warmth spread throughout him as he finally listened to you say it back. 

[peachydoyoung]

dreamy ♡

[peachydoyoung]

if ten don’t end up on james corden with fruit flying at him then what’s the point

[peachydoyoung]

Happy Birthday Jaemin <3

[peachydoyoung]

[7:27PM]

you feel the back of doyoung’s hand brush gently against your forehead, a sigh escaping him due to your heightened temperature. “is there anything else i can get you, honey?”

you sniffle, snuggling further into your pile of soft blankets and shaking your head no. poking one hand out, you wriggle your fingers in a gesture for his own, watching tiredly as he intertwines them immediately. 

he knew what you really wanted, choosing not to ask for fear of getting him sick - doyoung initially agreed but wavered seeing your expression.

“scoot over.” he began moving blankets aside, clearing a spot for himself on your couch.

you weakly tried to push him back. “doyoung, no, you can’t get sick.”

he ignored you, placing himself comfortably next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you into his side. heat radiated off of your body but he paid no mind, pecking your temple before settling in. “i’ll take my chances.”