sleepyau

[sleepyau]

Enamigo is so good. It hurts my heart a lot. Are you making a part 4?

Aghh thank you! I wasn’t planning on writing a fourth part, but now I might haha

(p.s. sorry for the late response, school just started and i’m already drowning in homework hahaha)

[sleepyau]

enamigo pt. 3 ~ kim doyoung

genre: college!au, angst

word count: 3061

prompt: less of arch nemeses -> something else entirely

warning: language, drinking

author’s note: well this ending is honestly completely different from how i first imagined it. maybe one day in the future i will post the original story line for this au... anywhom i hope you enjoy and thank you for reading <3 p.s. stan kim doyoung and the rest of the nct boys because they’re amazing

parts: one ~ two ~ three

You had never really been the partying type. For as long as you could remember, you had only gone to parties for one reason: to watch over your friends. It was undoubtedly your most ‘mom friend’ characteristic, but you weren’t shy about it. If some perv’s hand was wandering a little too high, or if their eyes were roaming a little too much, you’d be the first person to walk over and put them in their place. Sometimes, it bothered your friends. Other times, it saved them from doing something they’d regret.

One night, your protective instincts stretched out further than they ever had before.

You were standing towards the edge of the makeshift dance floor, bobbing your head to the music and scrolling through your phone. You would look up occasionally to make sure nobody was doing anything stupid, but it was, overall, a pretty calm night.

As you were about to pass another level of Cut the Rope, you heard something that sparked up your inner caretaker.

“No thanks, I don’t want to,” somebody was saying.

“Come on, live a little!”

“Get off of me!”

You looked up to see Kim Doyoung, a student in the same grade as you, trying to pry an unfamiliar girl off of his arm.

“Why are you being so frigid? Just come on!” the girl persisted, beginning to drag him towards the stairs.

“I really don’t want to.”

You finally had enough of the scene when the girl quite obviously dug her nails into his arm to stop his protesting. You shoved your phone into your pocket and started walking over to them. “Hey, baby,” you called out.

Doyoung glanced at you in confusion, but you just smiled and wrapped a comparatively more gentle hand around his upper arm.

“I’ve been looking all over for you. Who’s this?” you asked, quickly turning your attention to the girl.

“I-I don’t know,” Doyoung answered.

“Well, you’ve certainly got a strong grip, huh? Why don’t you let go of his arm now and go sit in the bathroom to heavily rethink your whole maiming technique?” you sniped, ending with a sugary sweet smile.

The girl shot a bitter glare at you, but nonetheless extracted her demon nails from his skin. You winced at the small drop of blood that rolled out upon her leaving, but didn’t move to wipe it off until she was a safe distance away.

“I could’ve handled that,” Doyoung mumbled, not making eye contact with you.

“Oh, I know. I just thought my way was much quicker, don’t you agree?” you smiled congenially. It took him a moment to return the gesture.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, Doyoung.”

You shut your eyes in an effort to block out the memories from over a year and a half before that wouldn’t stop running through your head. You knew that what happened in the past should stay in the past, but obviously your subconscious had yet to get the memo.

“Y/N, can you help me with this essay?” Johnny asked you, dragging you back into focus.

“Sure, what can I do?” you replied easily.

He slid his laptop over to you. “I can’t tell if this makes sense or not.”

You scanned over his paragraph, stopping every now and then to add a comma or remove a word, then shook your head, “No, it sounds great. Great job.”

“Thanks!” he beamed. His smile quickly fell and he stood up abruptly. “Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ann’s walking over here like a bull and I am not getting killed today. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

You didn’t bother turning around to check if he was right. You instead waited for Ann to walk the full way, then circle around the table to sit in front of you.

“You really are a bitch,” she began.

“What did I do now?”

“I had to find out from Taeil that you and Doyoung dated?”

“Here.” You sat down next to Doyoung and gave him half of a Twix bar.

“Which half is this?” he asked.

“Uh, I don’t know. I think it’s the left, why?”

“I only eat the right half,” he informed you.

You raised your eyebrows at him, then said, “Well, what if I only eat the right half?”

“Well, then that sucks for you, because the right half is mine already.”

“Except I have it right now, don’t I? So I win?”

Doyoung leaned forward and took a bite out of the chocolate bar in your hands, “Now I win.”

“You ass! Now give me a bite of yours!” you demanded.

“No problem, considering it’s yours now.”

You both glared at each other for a minute, then you leaned up and pulled a coin out of your back pocket. “Okay, let’s flip a coin; if it’s heads, I get the right side. If it’s tails, you get the left side. Deal?”

“Deal.”

You smiled at your own private trick, then flipped the coin. It rolled for a few seconds, then landed on tails.

“Oh, sucks for you!” you cheered, pulling the right side closer to your chest. “Guess you’ll just have to get used to the taste of defeat.”

“You may have won the battle, Y/N, but I will win the war!”

After that, you both settled down and pressed play on some random music video on Doyoung’s laptop. It only took a few moments for him to pause it again, however.

“Oh, you little cheat,” he finally said. You laughed shamelessly as he pouted, “Redo!”

“Sorry, kiddo. It’s too late for that.” You held up the empty Twix packet then laughed even harder. “Took you long enough to get it!”

“That’s not fair! Let’s make another deal then!”

“Fine, fine. Lemme guess: heads, I throw away the wrapper, tails, you watch me throw it away?” you teased.

“No, that’s too predictable,” Doyoung dismissed. He thought for a minute, then smiled shyly. “Okay, I have it.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“If it’s heads, you go out with me. If it’s tails, I’ll go out with you.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. You only get one redo, you know?” you laughed.

“I’m being serious.”

Your smile immediately fell. His eyes were honest, and he wasn’t laughing, but it still felt like it should’ve been a joke.

“Doyoung...”

“Come on, Y/N, don’t pretend like you don’t know there’s something between us - something that makes us more than ‘just friends’,” Doyoung immediately protested.

“I’m not-”

“And even if you don’t like me that much right now, it’s okay! We don’t have to go super fast or anything like that - we can take it slow. And besides, I think I like you enough for the both of us. For real, I’ve liked you for a long time - even before that party. I’m pretty sure I fell for you at first sight, when I saw you in class for the first time. I mean - not in a creepy way or anything! Just... Why are you laughing?”

You hid your smile behind your hand and answered between your giggles, “You’re ranting, Doyoung. And really fast, too. It’s adorable, really.”

“Adorable enough for you to go out with?” he asked again.

You rolled your eyes, “I was going to say yes, anyways.”

“Y/N!”

You zoned back in to see Ann’s angry face across from you, and groaned, “I didn’t keep it from you intentionally, I promise.”

“So what, it just never came up?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Yeah. We didn’t really go out of our way to tell people about it, even when we were still dating. Yeri knew because she was my roommate at the time, and the other girls just asked me about our history once. It just happened that you weren’t there at that time. I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret until you told me you liked him,” you explained.

“Why the hell would you do that? I made a complete ass of myself and acted like a total bitch! If I had known you two had history, I wouldn’t have even looked at him!” she yelled.

“That’s why I didn’t want to tell you! I knew you wouldn’t try anything if you thought it would hurt me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not my place to keep him from being happy! I already hurt him once, I didn’t want to hurt him again by keeping such a great girl from liking him.”

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“Are you okay, Y/N?” Doyoung asked you gently, pulling your hands down from where they were covering your face.

“No. I can’t believe this happened. I’ve never, never failed a test before. Not in my entire life,” you cried. Doyoung wiped your tears away with the edge of his sleeve and pulled you closer to his chest.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N. It’s one test, and it’ll hurt your grade, but that professor loves you! I’m sure she’ll give you extra credit if you asked - or, maybe even let you take it again.”

“That’s not the point. The point is I shouldn’t have failed in the first place!”

“You couldn’t help it,” Doyoung tried to soothe you again. It was clear that he wasn’t understanding what you were implying.

“Doyoung, I didn’t study for that test because I was hanging out with you. And then, I couldn’t even focus during the test because we stayed up late last night talking.”

“What... What are you trying to say?”

“You’re too much of a distraction for me, Doyoung. School needs to be my priority right now,” you whispered.

“Is this- I mean, are you-”

“I’m breaking up with you, Doyoung. I’m sorry.”

“But I- surely there’s a better way?”

“I don’t think there is,” you shook your head.

“But... I love you, Y/N,” Doyoung’s voice cracked as he tried not to cry. “I don’t understand, I thought you loved me too. And if we love each other then we can make it through this - I’ll help you study! I’m great at studying, and I’m really good in that subject.”

“I-” you stopped yourself before you could finish your sentence. You knew telling him you loved him too would only work to hinder your purpose, even if it was the truth, so you swallowed the words and instead spat out, “You need to leave now, Doyoung. I need to start studying so that I can retake my test.”

“Y/N-”

“Go.”

“...and then that was it,” you finished telling Ann the story. “We stopped talking after that, and then when he switched majors into one that was similar to mine, it was an immediate clash.”

“So, what? You both just started hating each other?” she asked.

“I guess. It wasn’t real hatred, it was just competitiveness that was fueled by past events,” you shrugged.

“Doesn’t it bother you? Clearly neither of you actually stopped liking the other-”

You were quick to cut her off, “Oh, no. Trust me, I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me. It was a long time ago, almost two years now.” Your words were convincing, but you weren’t sure you believed them. “Don’t let what’s happened in the past stop you from getting with him now.”

“If you don’t like him now then why were you jealous?”

“Because you got what I couldn’t have? I mean, of course Doyoung isn't something to be had but... You are able to date him and I wasn’t. I guess I was just feeling bitter about it.”

“‘Was’?”

“Yes, ‘was’. I’m over it now. I feel better after talking it out with you, and with him last night. I’m sorry that I didn’t do that sooner,” you lied through your teeth.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I was being a total brat,” Ann returned your sentiment, and you smiled. “Are you sure it’s okay if we keep going out? The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

“Yes, I’m sure! Look, he’s coming over now. Be cool,” you warned, pasting a fake smile onto your face. “Hey, Doyoung.”

“Uh, hey, Y/N,” he replied hesitantly. He stopped at the side of the table, and you itched to push him towards Ann, but not as much as you wished to pull him closer to you.

“Are you guys going to class right now?” you asked.

“Yeah. Are you ready?” Doyoung directed the question to Ann, who nodded pleasantly and stood up.

“Thanks for talking to me about... stuff, Y/N. I’ll see you later,” she waved, and then they both walked off in a halo of golden sunlight.

You took a shaky breath in to keep your tears at bay, then comforted yourself, “Good job, Y/N, you did the right thing.”

As you watched Ann laugh at something Doyoung said, you recalled one last memory that you didn’t share with Ann - that you didn’t share with anyone, in fact. It was a moment that was so private and personal that it could have qualified as a secret you kept even from yourself, at times. You were sure that Doyoung had since forgotten about it, but now you cherished it with all of your heart.

“Hello?” you greeted. Doyoung had called you about thirty times in the span of one hour, and you finally grew weak enough to answer his call.

“Y/N,” Doyoung sighed. You had promised yourself that you would remain strong and steady throughout the entire call, but you broke just at the sound of his voice.

“Hey,” you repeated.

“Hi.”

“Did you have anything else to say?” you whispered sarcastically.

“Honestly, I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

“Are you drunk?” you asked, noticing a small slur to his words.

“A little. Maybe. How many times have I called you?”

“Around 30.”

“Then I’m that much drunk,” he laughed, though it was obviously more out of confusion than actual humor.

“You need to call somebody,” you advised.

“I’m calling you right now!”

“No, somebody who can help you get home okay. Call Yuta or Taeyong, maybe. Wait, don’t call Taeyong, he’ll kill you if you throw up in his car.”

Doyoung didn’t say anything for a moment, and you thought he hung up the call until he, quite soberly, said, “You always used to take care of me when I got out of hand.”

You inhaled deeply to absorb the strong impact of his words, then shakily replied, “That was a while ago, Doyoung. Now you need to find somebody else to take care of you.”

“But, baby, I don’t want nobody but you,” he slurred.

“Oh my, you’re so drunk,” you laughed.

“Oh, God. Do that again,” he suddenly begged.

“Do what?”

“Laugh. I haven’t heard your laugh in so long. It’s my favorite sound, ever. Did I ever tell you that?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Well I could-” Doyoung coughed, then continued, “I could listen to your laugh every single minute of every single day and not get tired of it. It’s the prettiest sound in the world. You’re even - it’s like singing! You laugh better than I sing!”

“Well, I wouldn’t know, considering you’ve never sung for me,” you pointed out.

“Do you want me to right now?” he offered.

“Are you even able to?”

“Of course! Okay... hm... Oh, I know!” Doyoung dramatically cleared his throat, then began, “I wanna be with you. Oh, I wanna be with you. Through the rain and snow I wanna be with you. Oh, I wanna be with you. And I really, really wanna be with you. I'm so very lonely without you. I can hardly breathe when you are away. Without you I might sleep away all day...”

By the time he finished singing, you were crying uncontrollably.

“No! I didn’t want to make you cry!” he exclaimed, and there was shuffling on the other end before he said, “I just wanted to tell you how I feel.”

“I feel the same way, Doyoung, that’s why I’m crying,” you confessed, wiping your tears away with your own shirtsleeves.

There was a pause, and then, “If you’re sad, and I’m sad, then why don’t we just get back together?”

“I already told you, Doyoung. I need to focus on school. I can’t...”

“But, I’ll keep my distance! I’ll only call you once a day, and I won’t bother you when you’re studying,” he said.

“You’re not the problem here. I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you can keep your distance just fine, but I can’t. I can’t control myself around you. I want to be with you always, you know? If you didn’t call me then I’d just spend the whole time thinking about what we would talk about if you did call me. It wasn’t that I couldn’t focus on school because you were too clingy, it was because I can’t think of anything except for you.”

“Can’t we just go on a break until summer?” Doyoung tried again.

“I can’t do that to you, Doyoung. I can’t just string you along like that,” you sighed.

“But it’s not stringing along. I’ll always love you, even if we’re not together. You know that, right?”

You were crying again. “You don’t make it easy to be broken up, neither. You’re way too perfect - always making me miss you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not like there’s anything you can do to stop it, unless you start treating me like an asshole all the time,” you rolled your eyes.

“Would that make it easier for you?” he quietly asked.

“I don’t know, maybe?” You thought about it for a minute. “Maybe... I can pretend to hate you, and you can pretend to hate me, and then we wouldn’t be feeling any of the remaining sadness because we would be too busy hating each other.”

“If that would make it easier.”

“I don’t know if it would, but it doesn’t even matter - I doubt you’ll even remember this in the morning,” you sighed.

“I wish we could just be happy,” he whispered.

“Me, too, Doyoung. Me too.”

It was quiet for several minutes, and you were about to hang up and call somebody to go find him, when a small voice carried through the phone:

“I will make sure to keep my distance. Say I love you when you’re not listening, and how long can we keep this up?”

[sleepyau]

slow wave ~ park seungjun

genre: sleepwalking!au, fluffity fluff

word count: 2634

prompt: sleepwalking can be dangerous, but sometimes that’s not a bad thing

warning: *boa voice* eobs-seubnida (aka there are none and i’m extra)

author’s note: i wrote this pretty late at night and intended for it to be something else but then it was this! and it’s kinda random and sorry to tinkerbells if i didn’t get seungjun’s personality right, i’m still a newbie stan haha but no really tho i love knk they’re so good

Your parents’ house was in an unfortunate area. It wasn’t necessarily isolated, because there were more houses a little ways away; it was just that the entire neighborhood was too far from the rest of the city to be practical. The closest store was little more than a candyshop, the hospital was hardly close enough to actually aid in an emergency, and if one wanted to order in Thai food, they would only find themselves hungry and disappointed.

Your own apartment was a good hour away, and the drive home after family night was all too stressful, thanks to the limited amount of gas remaining in your tank and the seemingly unlimited distance still remaining between you and the nearest gas station. You had only been driving for a little while, so you could hypothetically turn around and get help from your parents. Though it was the most practical solution, you already knew exactly what your mother would say:

“Why didn’t you fill your tank before coming? Of course we’ll give you more, but not right now. Right now, you’re going to sleep in the guest room. There’s no way you’re going back out there so late at night! Don’t argue with me, I’m your mother. Honey, tell her.”

This would then lead to a completely unnecessary but drawn out argument that would last well into the next morning. In the end, you figured upsetting her wasn’t worth it; your best bet would be to pray that your gas would last for the ten more minutes you needed until you reached the gas station.

The plan was going as well as it could, and you could just barely see the neon lights of the gas station when something appeared on the road in front of you. You let out a strangled shriek and jerked the wheel to the side while simultaneously slamming your foot down on the brakes. The world seemed to slow down as your car swerved to the side of the road; with your eyes shut tight, it was impossible to tell when one spin around ended and another began.

You immediately began to picture the worst: glass all over, going to the emergency room, and, heaven forbid, your insurance rates hiking up. However, as your car skidded to a painful stop, you couldn’t feel any pain. You cautiously opened your eyes and gasped at the sight of your body - and more importantly, your car - fully intact.

“Thank you,” you whispered to whomever was watching over you, then removed one hand from the steering wheel to place your car in park. You removed the keys from the ignition and opened up the pepper spray attached to your keychain.

Stepping out of the car was even harder than opening the door, but you managed to stand up and scan your surroundings. The gas station was within view, but it was horror-movie empty. The street was lined with a multitude of trees that were restrained behind a wire fence. Finally, and most importantly, there was a man standing in the middle of the road.

The first thing you noticed about him was that he was worryingly stoic for somebody who was almost run over by a car.

“What the heck? Are you insane? I could’ve killed you!” you yelled.

The second thing you noticed was that he wasn’t wearing shoes. It was odd, considering the chilly weather. One foot was positioned on top of the other in what could’ve been discomfort, or maybe embarrassment.

“Are you okay? What are you doing out here, in the middle of the road?” you asked with a more collected tone.

The third thing you noticed was that he was crying. His tears must have been reflecting the gas station lights, because they were a deep red color - almost the color of blood.

Unless...

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry, did I actually hit you? I tried - I thought I avoided you but - are you okay? Please respond!” you started to beg, taking a single step closer. At the action, something must have registered in him because he shot forward with a gasp and reached out to you. You stepped away and held up your pepper spray threateningly, “Don’t come closer.”

“Where am I? Who are you?” he asked, looking around frantically.

You narrowed your eyes at him and raised your arm higher, “Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“W-what?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know anything right now - I won’t lower my guard.”

“I’m-”

You were quick to cut him off, “Answer my question: what are you doing out here?”

“I...” he trailed off for a second, then sighed, “I was sleepwalking.”

“You- what?”

“Yes. I sleepwalk. I know, it’s weird and uncommon - trust me, I know. I must have accidentally walked all the way... out here.” When you didn’t respond, the stranger in front of you continued, “My uncle usually locks the gate outside of our house so that I can’t get out but I guess he forgot to tonight. Thank goodness I’m okay, though.”

You were still a little out of focus from trying to remember everything you knew about sleepwalking, but his words sparked you back into real life, “Okay? I almost ran you over!”

“You did?” Now it was his turn to be confused.

“Yes! You need to be more careful if your sleepwalking can put you in danger - or even worse: my car!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” he replied in a rush. “Was there any harm to you, or to your car?”

“I’m fine, but I don’t know about my car,” you answered, wanting to turn to look at it but not wanting to take your eyes off of the mysterious stranger in case he attacked you or tried to make a grab for your keys.

“Do you want me to take a look at it? As an apology for nearly killing you?” he asked, stepping forward again. You straightened your pepper-spraying arm and shook your head in response. “I know my way around a car - I promise, I won’t hurt you or steal your car.”

“As if you even could,” you scoffed, but nonetheless stepped aside so that he could get a closer look.

Once he completed a full circle around the car, plus a quick check under the hood (though you really didn’t think it was necessary), he brushed off his hands and nodded to you.

“I think you and your car will both be okay,” he said. From a distance, it was hard to gage just how tall he was. Now, as he was standing closer to you than before, you had to crane your neck just to make eye contact.

“Thanks,” you responded. “I, uh... sorry for almost hitting you.”

“Don’t worry about it, that was my fault,” he excused. “I should probably be getting back home now, so...” he awkwardly bowed his head, then started walking in the direction of the gas station.

You stared after him for a few seconds, debating whether or not you should offer him a ride home. At the thought of him being a serial killer, you shrugged, then hopped into your car and plugged the keys back in. You were all too ready to go back home, but one glance at your gas light reminded you of your previous problem.

“Great. Just great,” you grumbled. You shifted into drive and pulled back onto the road, passing the strange stranger on your way to the gas station. By the time you pulled in and had started filling gas in your car, he was still slowly walking up the road.

Maybe it was because of his downcast gaze, or because of the way he was hanging his head, but you suddenly felt a tug of pity for him. You trailed your gaze from his messy black hair down to his bare feet; he was only in a short sleeve t-shirt and what seemed to be thin flannel pants. Given the weather, you could only imagine he was cold - and tired, judging by his droopy shoulders.

“I’m so gonna regret this,” you sighed to yourself. With one final groan, you walked the short distance to the side of the road so that he would see you in his path.

When he finally noticed you and looked up, he stopped walking and tilted his head in confusion, “Is everything okay?”

“How far do you live?” you asked in response.

“What?”

“How far do you live? How long will you be walking for?” you repeated.

He looked up in thought, then answered, “About twenty minutes.”

“That’s a long way away.”

He shrugged, “It’s not that bad.”

“Wait right here, okay?”

“Why?”

“Just... trust me.”

You waited until he reluctantly nodded his head, then turned around and walked into the small gas station mart. It only took you a minute to find what you were looking for, and when you stepped back outside you found the very tall man standing next to your car.

At your curious expression, he quickly stammered, “It- the thing beeped! I wasn’t gonna steal it!”

You rolled your eyes, “You think I’d leave my car alone with you without taking the keys?” You walked towards him and passed over the bag in your hands. He looked down in shock to find the newly purchased pair of slippers and a Twix bar, then looked up with what was quite possibly the softest and most thankful expression you had ever seen in your entire life. To hide your blush, you turned to the gas pump and pulled it out of your car, “Don’t start crying on me, now. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Thank you...”

You looked up as he faltered, then said, “Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he repeated sincerely. He pulled the cheap flip flops out of the bag and carefully placed them on the floor, then slid them onto his feet with gentleness you would imagine one of Cinderella’s evil stepsisters using to try and make the glass slipper fit.

“It’s no problem, stranger.”

“Oh, I’m Seungjun! Park Seungjun!” He held his hand out for you to shake, and you looked down at it hesitantly. Though reason was telling you not to trust somebody you just met, your gut was telling you that he didn’t mean any harm.

You sighed again, then leaned forward and grabbed his hand. Not even a second later, however, you dropped it with a hiss, “Oh my lord! Your hand is so cold!”

“Is it? Sorry! That’s just because...” he trailed off, though you could already make an educated guess as to why.

You unlocked your car, then reached into the backseat to grab the spare blanket you kept for emergencies. When you stood up and held it out to Seungjun, he merely eyed it in confusion. You rolled your eyes, “What? I take a lot of naps, okay?”

“I’m not judging,” he said in a tone that told you he was most certainly judging. “Are you sure it’s okay if I use it?”

“You’re gonna get pneumonia if you don’t.” You opened the blanket and threw it haphazardly over his shoulders, which was really the best you could do considering his height.

“Thank you... again,” he whispered. Seungjun repositioned the blanket around himself nervously, then quickly pulled the Twix bar out of the bag, “Let’s eat this right now!” Before you could respond, he tore open the plastic wrapper and handed one half to you and took the other for himself. “I haven’t had one of these in so long.”

You turned to him with wide eyes, “Seriously? How have you been coping?”

“I don’t know myself,” he sighed. He took a cautious bite, then returned your wide eyes.

“As good as you remember?”

“It’s a whole different world,” he whispered. You both laughed a little at your short-lived drama. It was the closest you had been to him the entire night, and you suddenly found yourself admiring his bright eyes and contagious smile. Clearly, it didn’t take much to spark some life into him, but you were glad you had done it. You continued eating silently after that, stealing quick glances every now and then as you both leaned against the side of your car. After a few moments, Seungjun continued, “So, do you live out here too?”

“No, I was just visiting my parents. I live in the city,” you replied vaguely.

“I see, I see. So... the chances of me seeing you out here again are pretty slim, right?”

“Well, I certainly hope so! I’d hate to almost run you over again, Seungjun,” you said. He looked down with a large smile on his face, even though you didn’t think your joke was that funny.

“Ah, that’s a bummer,” he whispered.

You choked on the bite you had just taken, completely taken aback. Not even ten minutes before, he had been walking around like a zombie, and suddenly he was coming onto you? Safe to say, you were shocked.

Seungjun reached out to hit your back, but you stepped back and waved a hand in front of you as your breath came back, “It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you straightened up and took a few deep breaths, then levelled a glare on your company, “That’s the second time tonight you’ve almost killed me.”

“What? How was that my fault?” he asked defensively.

“You’re way too forward! If you’re gonna start flirting with me then at least give me a warning!”

“Who says I was flirting with you?”

Admittedly, you hadn’t considered that, but you decided to keep running with the argument now that you had already started the race with it, “‘That’s a bummer’? That was so flirting!”

“I just wanna see you again, how is that flirting?”

“It was your tone, Seungjun,” you huffed. You were prepared for another comeback, but instead you were met with a smiley boy all over again. “What the heck?”

“Okay, I admit it: I was flirting. Is that bad?”

“Well, we did just meet,” you reminded him, “On an abandoned road. In the middle of nowhere.”

“So?”

“It’s kind of a creepy setting to be flirting in, don’t you think?”

“No,” he replied quickly, “I think it must be fate that we somehow met each other in such an unlikely place.”

You bit down on your lip to hide your stupid grin, which rose up partially because he was funny and partially because he was cute. Even though you were 95% sure he wasn’t, you still asked, “How do I know you’re not really a serial killer?”

“Would a serial killer have let you live this long?” he rebutted, and you nodded.

“Yes, if it was part of their M.O.”

“Touché, Y/N.”

He looked down despondently when he seemed unable to convince you, which encouraged your next words, “I guess, the only way you could get me to believe you aren’t a serial killer...”

“Yeah?”

“Would be for us to meet in a better setting,” you finished. The remaining 5% caused you to quickly add on, “With more people.”

Seungjun started to laugh shyly again, “Okay, it’s a date.”

“No, it’s not a date,” you corrected, “it’s a meeting.”

“A meeting?”

“Yes. We will be meeting again... properly.”

“How is that not a date?”

You scrambled for something reasonable, “Well, because, if you don’t make a good impression, I’ll just walk out on you.”

“You can do that on a date, too.”

“I could also just do it right now,” you said, jokingly turning around and unlocking your car again.

Seungjun stood up straight and reached an arm out to you before you could open the door, “No, no! It’s great! It’s a meeting!”

[sleepyau]

enamigo pt. 2 ~ kim doyoung

genre: college!au, angst

word count: 4604

prompt: arch nemeses -> less of arch nemeses

warning: language

author’s note: sorry this took so long i decided to change up some stuff and :):) i am sending myself hate mail at this point also my love for kim doyoung just keeps growing and i have to thank @dest-writes for that bc honestly it’s bc of her golden snitch scenario that i came to love him so, so thank you <3

part: one ~ two ~ three

“Y/N, I owe you my life!” Ann exclaimed as soon as she sat down in front of you.

“No, thanks. I’ve seen it, and I’m not impressed,” you bit back.

Ann laughed lightly and rolled her eyes, “Shut up. I’m talking about Doyoung.” You sent her a confused stare, not quite catching onto what she was saying. “You know, getting him to go to the party with me? I had so much fun, I really think we have something.”

“Oh, God. I think it’s me who should be giving you my life, then,” you paused for a minute, then, “as an apology.”

“Oh, come on! He’s not that bad! I was right about him having a great personality, by the way. He’s funny, and considerate, and his eyes crinkle up when he smiles, and he’s a little awkward but I’m sure that’ll go away-”

You started gathering up the few papers you had spread out, while simultaneously saying, “Sorry, Annie! As much as I’d love to stay and talk about just how totally awesome Bunny Boy is, I’ve gotta go feed my cat.”

“You don’t have a cat,” your friend frowned.

“I don’t?” you feigned confusion, but didn’t stop your retreat. She said something else, but you couldn’t make it out properly, and you didn’t care enough to make her repeat it.

Your legs unconsciously carried you to your next class, even though it didn’t start for another ten minutes. Upon arriving, however, you noticed the very same boy you had just been discussing sitting in the middle row.

“Wow, does the world hate me so much?” you announced your presence. There was nobody else in the room so you weren’t worried about being too loud.

Doyoung’s head snapped up, and he rolled his eyes when he saw it was you, “Well, I can’t blame it if it does.”

“Oh, hush up. Do you have my notes?” you moved so that you were standing over him.

“Yeah, here. Your handwriting sucks, by the way,” he insulted while handing your binder back to you. You quickly shuffled through the pages to make sure everything was still in the right order. Satisfied, you shut it and put it away.

“Yeah, you’ve told me that before,” you replied. There was a moment’s pause before you spoke up again, and quite eloquently said, “So... Ann...”

“Yup...” he was just as articulate.

“Did your night start looking up... after the song?”

He shrugged.

“Even after you guys...” you made kissing motions with your hand, and he was quick to pull them down and scan the surrounding area to make sure nobody had seen.

“Stop!” he flushed. “I just... She’s alright, I guess.”

“Alright?”

“No, no - that’s not what I mean. She’s great, she’s just... I don’t know.”

“Well, it’s good you have your thoughts so collected,” you said sarcastically, pulling out the chair a few seats away from him and sitting down as other students started trickling in.

“It’s not that, it’s just... never mind,” Doyoung shook his head and looked away.

“Just what?” you pressed, leaning a little closer to him.

“Nothing. Why are we even talking about this? Why are we even talking at all?”

You were quick to sit up straight and clear your expression of interest. Doyoung was right; it was none of your concern and there was no reason for you to pry. Still, you couldn’t deny that you were curious, even if you didn’t want to admit why it was so important to you. Rather than voicing this out loud, you simply bluffed, “Who says we were talking?”

The next day, you and your unofficial study group were seated around a table in a courtyard outside of the library. Rather than all gathering for one subject, you would all work on your respective assignments and help each other when needed. There were only eight people gathered around, all either messing around or half-assedly doing their work.

You, on the other hand, were fervidly typing away on your computer. Despite probably looking very scholarly and committed, everything you were typing was complete garbage; a medley of three different songs were playing on repeat in your head, your laptop screen was too bright, there were too many people talking around you - not for the first time, it was impossible to focus. You were usually able to solve this problem simply by pretending to concentrate until it became genuine, but your efforts were all in vain.

Perhaps it was because of the boy sitting to your left.

“Have you finished Lei’s assignment?” Doyoung asked, leaning over to look at your computer screen. You were quick to shove his head away and turn your laptop away from him.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t understand how to answer the seventh question,” he answered.

You pulled the paper in front of him to face you, then scoffed, “This was in my notes - did you even go over them?”

“I tried, but it’s not my fault you have bad handwriting!”

“Wow, this is the thanks I get?”

“I’ve told you so many times you have bad handwriting - you should just type your notes!”

“Yes, because your opinion is definitely my priority,” you bit back.

“Not just me - don’t other people tell you, too?”

“No, other people appreciate that I’m letting them use what I put work into - it’s called gratitude, but I’m sure you’re incapable of such a thing.”

“Hey, I said-”

“What’s going on here?” Ann questioned, pushing the two of you apart so that she could sit in between and prevent the situation from getting even worse.

“Bunny Boy here was just showcasing how much of an asshole he can be,” you grumbled. You watched with slight sickness as Ann grabbed his hand and laced her fingers through his. Doyoung looked down with an unreadable expression on his face, but he didn’t move his hand away.

“Y/N, calm down,” Ann said, giving you a somewhat patronizing stare.

“Why don’t you tell that to-”

“Just, back down,” she repeated, strengthening her glare.

You held her gaze for a few minutes, trying to decide whether or not it was a good idea to make a scene in front of the other people seated around you. You knew she was just trying to seem cooler and more controlled in front of Doyoung, but at the same time you refused to condone such disrespectful behavior. Once you carefully outlined the consequences, you slowly spoke, “First of all, don’t talk to me like I’m a child. Second, don’t involve yourself in matters that don’t concern you. Just because you guys are together now doesn’t mean you have any right to speak for him.”

“I’m not speaking for him, I’m just trying to keep you from killing him,” she corrected.

You scoffed at her response, “And wow, you’re doing such a stellar job!” When you finally looked away from your friend, you noticed all the others awkwardly looking away - as you had expected. You cleared your throat and pasted a smile on your face to ease the tension. After pulling it out of your bag, you handed your printed assignment to Doyoung, “Here.”

“Thanks,” he said, almost like a question. While taking it from you, he held your eyes for a short, meaningful moment. The message was clear - he was thankful not only for the paper, but also for the fact that you stuck up for him. You gave him a short nod in response, then went back to typing on your laptop.

After that encounter, things started going a little differently between you and Doyoung. It wasn’t so much in the words you were speaking as it was in the intention behind them. If you called him an asshole, it was mutually understood to be in good humor - or at least better humor than it had been in before. You weren’t necessarily friends, but still closer to the title than you had been before. Ann hadn’t apologized for her behavior, but you hadn’t really expected her to. You both continued on as if nothing had happened, and all was right in the world.

Until, of course, it wasn’t.

It started with bowling night - an unspoken tradition that began when you and your group of friends needed something to do one night. Other people had tried to join, but it had always remained as just the seven of you.

Until, of course, it wasn’t.

“Sorry, guys. I’m going out with Doyoung tomorrow,” Ann apologized halfheartedly. She distractedly spun a pencil around on your normal study table in the courtyard as she broke the news that she wouldn’t be able to make it.

“Why-” Irene began, then stopped and started again, “We’ve had this planned for over two weeks.”

“I know, but he’s always really busy because he’s so focused on school and work so... this is the only time he can go out,” Ann shrugged.

“Are you sure about that?” you cut in, “Because he came to the party a couple of weeks back, and he’s always hanging around with us during the day.”

“Yeah, but that’s different - whenever he’s with us during the day, he’s always doing work.”

“Wow, I’m suddenly getting flashbacks from two days ago when he was doing ‘Charlie Charlie’ with Taeil and me and not doing work,” Yeri said.

“And a few days before that when he spent three full hours trying to teach Sicheng how to say ‘I want a burrito’ in a British accent-” Joy added.

“And literally yesterday when he was trying to fit an apple-”

“Oh my lord, you guys! That stuff is different and you know it! That time is for his friends, not for dates and stuff!” Ann finally burst.

“We know, Annie. We’re just messing around with you,” Seulgi amended with a small smile.

“Maybe you were,” you scoffed, “My understanding here is that she’s choosing him over us.”

“No way, you guys know I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t necessary!” Ann reached across the table to grab Wendy’s hand, then reached blindly in your direction as well. You didn’t move to grab it, so Irene did instead.

“Yeah, we know,” Wendy said.

“How about this: why don’t you invite him to come with us?” Irene suggested, gently patting Ann’s hand. Ann smiled gratefully at her, but you nearly got whiplash from how fast you spun to face her in disbelief. The only thing worse than Ann not coming at all would be Ann coming with Doyoung, but the other girls clearly didn’t understand that. Before you could voice your protests, however, somebody’s shadow fell over the table.

“Hey, guys,” Doyoung leaned down between you and Ann with a small smile on his face.

“Speak of the Devil and he doth appear,” you grumbled out in greeting. He directed a head nod in your direction as a reply, then started talking to the others about some teacher who supposedly was making them catch a cockroach.

You subtly eyed Doyoung from the side, noticing his defined jawline and prominent Adam’s apple. As he smiled at something Irene said, you suddenly remembered that day, over two weeks ago, when Ann had dragged you the cafe to creep on him, and said that he was dreamy and regal. At that time, you couldn’t see it. However, it was becoming slightly more apparent to you the longer you remained on good terms with him. When he wasn’t trying so hard to be, Doyoung was actually quite good looking. At the sight of some hair falling into his eyes, your hand instinctively reached up to brush it away.

You quickly averted your eyes down to the table and pushed your hand down; yes, from a third-person, completely objective point of view he was attractive, but that was all. There was no reason to overthink the matter.

“Do you wanna go?” Doyoung asked. You looked up at him in shock, thinking for some reason he was speaking to you, then let out a short breath when you saw his head turned towards Ann.

“Yeah, I really do,” Ann replied, looking up at him with her annoyingly large puppy eyes.

“Are you guys okay if I join?” he directed the question to the entire group, and was met with cheery confirmations - save for you, who merely rolled your eyes and looked away. “Great, then that sounds awesome!”

“Will you walk me to my class?” Ann asked him, standing up and stepping out of the circular bench that surrounded the table.

“Sure. Bye guys, see you tomorrow,” he called, walking away with Ann. You turned to your friends and saw at least three of them giving you a look.

“What?”

“You were checking him out,” Yeri deadpanned, pulling her coffee towards her and taking a sip.

“I was not,” you scoffed.

“Yeah, you were. You’re not even subtle about it,” Wendy said, shaking her head in disappointment.

“I’m not?”

“No. I get that there’s some things you don’t want Annie to know, but if you’re gonna be so obvious then you may as well just tell her,” Yeri continued bluntly. At the sight of your small frown, her eyes softened. “It’s hard, isn’t it?”

“No.”

“Are you lying?” Seulgi asked gently.

You nodded with a pout on your face.

“And it doesn’t help that you invited him to come, too!” you added loudly, stomping your foot.

“Sorry, it just seemed like the most practical solution,” Irene said.

“I don’t even wanna go anymore,” you pouted, though you knew you’d still find a way to go even if you had chicken pox and could barely move.

“Hey, come on! It’ll be fun!” Seulgi enthused, “Plus, it’s been forever since all of us last hung out together!”

“I agree,” Joy said. “The plans just got changed a little, there’s no reason to cancel the whole night.”

After a moment of hesitation, you finally sighed, “Alright, let’s do it.”

“Yay! It’ll be so much fun!”

Until, of course, it wasn’t.

“Whoo! That’s my second strike tonight!” Wendy cheered, doing a small dance as she made her way back to you. She pointed up to the screen above the lane, “Can you read that? No? Well, it says strike!”

You laughed loudly at your friend’s antics, then pointed at the screen again, “And yet, who’s in the lead?”

“ME!” Joy jumped forward with a cackle, causing another fit of laughter to erupt amongst your group.

“Seriously, that’s just luck. I rely on skill, skill,” Wendy explained, sitting down in Joy’s spot. “Whose turn is it now?”

“I-ren,” you said, reading it off the same way it was displayed on the screen - with the last letter cut off.

“Ha, this should be good!” Yeri chuckled. Irene shot her a look as she picked up a ball and moved to the lane.

“Okay, remember what I taught you! You can do this!” Joy cheered.

Irene crouched down slightly, put her dominant leg back, swung back, then released the ball towards the center of the lane. You all leaned forward expectantly as it swayed a little to the left, a little more, a little-

“OH MY GOD!” Irene jumped up and screamed loudly. “I HIT FOUR OF THEM! I HIT FOUR PINS! DID YOU SEE THAT?”

“WHOO! I TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO IT!”

You clapped and jumped along with her, then pointed to the screen, “LOOK! YOU MADE IT INTO THE SINGLE DIGITS!”

“I ACTUALLY HAVE A SCORE!” Irene’s joy finally whittled down when she saw she still had another turn, “Okay, I can do this!”

As she rolled the ball again, she just barely managed to knock over one more pin, which led to another collection of excited jumping and cheering and yawping.

“Did somebody get a strike?” you heard Ann’s voice behind you. You spun around to face her with happiness still oozing out of you, which quickly dried up at the sight of Doyoung behind her shoulder. He looked slightly uncomfortable, almost like he didn’t want to be there - something you resonated with.

“No, Irene hit her first pins!” Yeri boasted on behalf of her friend, then gestured down to Doyoung’s hands, “What did you get?”

“Oh, right!” Doyoung stepped forward and placed all the snacky foods they had been sent to retrieve onto the table, then added, “Is this stuff okay?”

“Aw, this is lit!” Wendy exclaimed, jumping forward and grabbing a packet of Skittles before anybody else could take them.

“Annie, it’s your turn,” Seulgi said distractedly while reaching for her own bag of chips.

“Kiss for good luck?” Ann pouted to Doyoung, and you quickly looked away in repulsion to save yourself from having to see that.

You sat back down at the table and turned away from the two lovebirds to face Wendy, who was trying desperately to throw a Skittle into the hood of Seulgi’s sweatshirt. You attention remained on her even after Ann had walked to the lane, so you didn’t even notice Doyoung sitting next to you until he placed half of a Twix in front of you - undoubtedly the right half. You heard the flip of a coin and then Doyoung snickered, “Ha, I win.”

Your eyes didn’t move from the bar in front of you. It seemed to take Doyoung several moments before he realized what he had done and stiffened up, and it was then that you slowly reached towards it and lifted your eyes to face him, only to see that he was already looking at you. You maintained steady eye contact for a few moments, then looked down and took a bite of your candy. There was something slightly suggestive about the action, even though it was innocent in itself.

“This is-”

“I got a spare!” Ann boasted, running back and pulling Doyoung’s attention away from you. She hopped over and gave the boy next to you an all too dramatic hug, then leaned back and kissed him hard. It took a few minutes for you to look away from their embrace, but when you did, you pushed the Twix bar away from you and walked away from them.

“Is it my turn?”

You went up and knocked down an impressive 8 pins your first try, then guttered your second ball. The air around you was starting to feel stuffy, and you longed to step outside for a few minutes, just to breathe clearly. However, you didn’t want to worry your friends, so you pushed down your discomfort and cheered for Joy as her turn came.

After Joy was Seulgi, and then it was meant to be Doyoung’s turn. However, he was still too busy making out with Ann to notice.

“This is ridiculous,” you sighed, crossing your arms.

“Should I break them apart?” Irene asked cautiously.

You shook your head and sighed again, “I don’t think they’re physically capable of living unless they’re conjoined.”

“Hey, Doyoung,” Joy called out, but was met with no response.

“This is disgusting, they’re basically eating each other,” you said.

“Ann!” Yeri tried again, only to fail again.

Officially fed up, you picked up Seulgi’s empty coke can and threw it at the back of Ann’s head. She finally detached herself from Doyoung to spin around and glare at you angrily.

“What the hell?” she seethed.

You shrugged innocently, “It slipped.”

“Oh, you-”

“Doyoung, it’s your turn!” Seulgi interrupted frantically, gesturing for him to stand up and then shuffling him away from you, so as to avoid having him witness the inevitable argument.

“What the hell?” you repeated Ann’s earlier words, before Irene placed a calming hand on your arm.

“What did I do?” Ann asked defensively.

“Yeah, that’s the question of the hour, isn’t it?”

“Is this because of Doyoung?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed.

“I knew it. You’ve been acting weird ever since we started going out - what is it, are you jealous or something?”

“What?” you questioned disbelievingly, “Get over yourself, Annie!”

“I have a right to know!”

“Guys, come on-” somebody cut in, but you were too heated to listen.

“Well I have a right to withhold information from those who are too busy making out to listen!”

Ann scoffed, “And I have a right to kiss my boyfriend whenever I want to, not that you’d know much about that.”

“Well I have a right to enjoy a night out with my friends without having to become an accomplice to cannibalism, so please, next time you want to eat your boyfriend’s face, warn me first!”

“Why are you being such a bitch?” Ann yelled. The words were like a physical blow, moving you a step back and leaving you grasping for air. Just like that, she won the battle.

“Ann,” Wendy hissed quietly, and you looked up to see the next lanes over all looking at you. You took a moment to clear your throat, then leaned forward. Ann flinched away from you, thinking you were going to hit her, but you merely grabbed your bag off the table behind her and turned around.

“See you guys later,” you whispered.

“Y/N, don’t go,” Seulgi begged, grabbing onto your hand to keep you from walking away.

“Don’t worry, Seugli. I’ll call you later,” you promised, then walked out of the building with your head held high.

It was when the wind blew goosebumps across your neck that you realized you were crying. With a quick swipe, you wiped your tears away and sniffled. You had never been in such an intense argument with any member of your friend group before, and the words exchanged were playing on repeat in your head even as you put more distance between the two of you.

It wasn’t necessarily the word she had used, but the intention behind it that burned you. If she had said it with malice it would’ve been better. Instead, she had used the tone of a friend who cared about you but didn’t know what to do. As if it was the only thing she knew about you at that moment, as if she knew you normally weren’t mean-intentioned so your actions were concerning her more than offending her.

They were concerning you, too.

“Y/N, wait up,” a deep voice called from behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know it was Doyoung, and didn’t even make an effort to acknowledge him until he placed an arm on your elbow. “You walk so fast.”

“I have places to be,” you retorted simply, not caring enough to bicker. You shook his hand off and continued walking forward, keeping your gaze trained on the ground to hide your swollen eyes from him.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, grabbing your arm again to stop you.

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Was what Ann said true? About you acting differently?”

“I guess,” you shrugged.

Doyoung sighed, “Can you please look at me?” You repeated his sigh, then looked up at him in annoyance. “Were you crying?”

“Look, why do you care? Why did you even come out here?” you questioned.

“I wanted to talk to you. And Seulgi and the others were worried you wouldn’t get home safe, so...”

“Well, I’m fine. So please, go back,” you concluded, turning around and crossing the street in front of you.

“Wait, Y/N,” Doyoung pulled you back onto the sidewalk and you stumbled forward, ending up much closer to him than you wanted to be.

“What?”

“The light isn’t red,” he excused lamely.

“Doyoung, there isn’t a single car here!”

“It doesn’t matter - jaywalking is bad.”

“What do you want?” you finally asked, personally wanting nothing more than to put an end to the conversation.

Doyoung hesitated on his answer, opening and closing his mouth several times before he finally managed, “Are you really jealous?”

“What?” you stuttered out.

“Are you really jealous of Ann?” he repeated, then cautiously added, “Because of me?”

You scanned his face for a few long moments, taking in his furrowed eyebrows and wavering frown. When he was alone with you, like this, you felt undeniably happier than when he was cuddled close to Ann.

Is this what jealousy is?

“It doesn’t matter,” you finally sighed. “Even if I am, it doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, Ann should be your concern. Go back and make sure she’s okay.”

“Why do you get to decide what matters and what doesn’t? Whatever your answer is affects both of us - it’s important to me, too, and I want to know,” he said assertively.

“Why? Would it change anything? Would you break up with Ann if I told you I didn’t like the two of you together? Would you leave her to be with me instead? And do you think, honestly - do you really think I would ruin a friendship over a little bit of jealousy? Do you think I could stoop to that level - to stealing my friend’s boyfriend?”

“Can’t you just answer the question?”

Can’t you just accept it?

“Of course I’m jealous! What the hell else did you expect, you asshole? You’re dating one of my best friends!” you exploded.

“Am I really? Because she doesn’t even know about before! Do any of your friends know?”

“She’s the only one I haven’t told - and I’m starting to regret it, honestly. If I had known she would’ve started liking you... and you guys - you keep flaunting it in my face!” you stuttered.

“Oh my lord! You’re the one who set me up with her in the first place!”

He was right, but you weren’t going to let him win, “You should’ve known better than to say yes! And when I talked to you after the party, you said she was ‘alright’ and you were hesitating over moving forward, so I didn’t think it would actually lead to anything!”

“Why do you think I was hesitating?” he yelled loudly, and your breath caught at his words. You were both staring wildly at the other, but his words seemed to inject the right chemicals in you to push you a few steps away from him. Doyoung looked away and cleared his throat, then after a moment, continued, “I haven’t even so much as looked at anybody else romantically since... And it’s not that I haven’t wanted to, I just haven’t been able to. And... it’s not my fault that the first girl who sparks anything in me is your friend. I didn’t expect it, either, but I’m not... I’m not sorry that I like her, but I am sorry that it hurts you.”

You looked down and wiped away the two tears that fell down your cheek, “Don’t be. I can handle it.”

“I just... I wish... Why couldn’t you have said something sooner?” he whispered, uncharacteristically quiet.

“I didn’t know sooner. I don’t even - look, this isn’t a big deal, okay? Just go back and be-”

“How the hell am I supposed to just go back after knowing this?”

“You’re the one who wanted to know! And now, you have to deal with the consequences of that, just like I have to deal with the consequences of being too late.”

You both fell into silence as a single car passed by. Doyoung was staring over your shoulder, but you kept your eyes on him for what you felt would probably be the last time.

“We could’ve been so great,” Doyoung finally admitted, “That’s what bothers me the most. I loved you so much, you know? We could’ve been great together.”

“Doyoung,” you sighed sadly, reaching forward and pulling him into a hug, “we were.”

[sleepyau]

enamigo ~ kim doyoung

genre: college!au

word count: 4415

prompt: there are arch nemeses... and then there’s kim doyoung

warning: language

author’s note: honestly i’ve spent more time daydreaming about this au than i have actually writing it but this is fun to write! p.s. i don’t think enamigo is a real word but ‘enemy’ or ‘foe’ in Spanish is ‘enemigo’ and i was like ‘hey that looks a bit like en-amigo’ and ‘amigo’ is Spanish for ‘friend’ and this is as creative as i get :)

part: one ~ two ~ three

“-but if you were to remove that factor, then the environment would change entirely,” your professor explained. His voice sounded automated, as it was entirely monotonous. At no point did it rise with tension, or speed up with passion, or slow down for attention. It remained completely unvaried the entire lesson, and it made you want to shoot somebody.

Your head bobbed precariously forward and your eyes fought valiantly in the battle to remain alert - or at the very least, open. You reached blindly for your water bottle and tipped it into your mouth, then realized the cap was still on and sheepishly repeated the action after opening it. Drinking some water was able to refresh you a little, but your eyes were already closing again a few seconds later. You let out a long sigh, and your head automatically leaned forward into your hand with the action. Finally, you let your eyes shut, deciding that just a few moments of repose would snap you back into focus.

However, not even a minute later, you felt something hit the back of your head. You gritted your teeth, already knowing what it was, and ignored the paper ball that was crumpled at your feet.

Half a minute later, another ball hit your back.

You snapped up and yanked the papers off of the ground, smoothing them both out on the table in front of you. The first one was clearly torn off of the corner of a piece of notebook paper. In messy, looped handwriting, a note was written:

sleeping during class is bad >:(

You rolled your eyes and looked at the other scrap of paper, which read:

wake up, ur drooling is gross

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes again and instead made a point of dropping both papers back onto the ground and crushing them beneath your shoe. You turned around when your professor had his back to you, and aimed a mean glare at the culprit. Almost immediately, Doyoung’s eyes moved over to you. He shot you an obviously fake smile, tilting his head a little with the action, which led to tufts of dark brown hair falling over his eyes. You watched as his hand instinctively brushed it away before you returned the artificial smile. At the same time, both of your forced gestures turned into narrowed eyes and pursed lips that only arch nemeses had enough practice to perfect.

“Is there something that you two would like to share with the class?” your professor called from the front of the room. There was no anger or malice in his voice, but you still noticeably stiffened as you turned back around. You redirected your sugary smile to him, knowing that he considered you one of his most prized students.

“Yes, in fact, Doyoung had a question,” you informed him. Even if you were sick enough to like him, there would be no guilt for throwing Doyoung under the bus; you knew him well enough to know that even a last minute call out like your own couldn’t perturb him. On top of that, Doyoung was another prized student. There would be no trouble even if he did clam up.

“Well?” your professor directed his attention away from you.

“Oh, sir, I was just hoping you could elaborate some more on the point you made about removable factors?” Doyoung quickly bs-ed, and you found yourself rolling your eyes again.

“Certainly, Mr. Kim! As I was saying-”

You leaned back in your chair with a heavy sigh. You were happy to have not gotten reprimanded, but on the flip side, any encounter with Doyoung left a bitter taste in your mouth. It was enough to keep you alert for the rest of the class, though, and you were finally able to take proper notes.

It hadn’t felt like the allotted hour and a half had already been fulfilled when your professor announced the end of class. You packed up your materials and waved him goodbye before slipping out of the door.

“Hey, Y/N!” Doyoung called from behind you, and you quickened your pace. “Wait up!” Before you could turn the corner, Doyoung had a hand on your elbow and was walking in pace with you.

“What the hell do you want, asshole?” you bit out. You yanked your arm away from him and added more speed to your steps.

“I need your notes from Professor Lei’s class,” he explained.

“Wow, congrats.”

“I was really sick so I couldn’t come but I’m thankfully better now-”

“Did I ask?” you were quick to cut him off. You made a sharp turn at a corner and felt glad to lose him for a few seconds, only to groan when he caught up again.

“Wow, that was kind of rude,” Doyoung held a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I think I deserve your notes as an apology.”

“Look, just get your notes from, I don’t know, maybe somebody who actually likes you? I really don’t have the time to put up with you today,” you concluded, yanking open the door to the campus library you often frequented and letting it fall shut in his face. It was the fastest you had ever made it to the library, but, clearly, with the proper motivation there was no limit to your abilities.

“But you’re the only one who takes good notes during Lei’s lectures,” he whined, falling into step with you once more.

“This might come as a shock to you, but I really don’t care,” you whispered. You refused to listen to anymore of his complaining as you settled down at a table. To your utmost displeasure, however, he merely pulled out the chair across from you and sat down as well.

“Come on, just give them to me! Stop being a brat!” he whisper-yelled to you.

“Have you ever thought about saying please?” you shot back.

“Um, not really?”

“Then no,” you deadpanned. You plugged in your headphones to block him out and focused all of your attention on the pages in front of you. There was a brief moment when you thought he’d given up, but instead you found yourself staring at his chicken scratch scrawled on a piece of paper that slid over your own handwriting.

give me ur notes!

You huffed loudly, “Doyoung, I have an exam tomorrow, and I’m gonna fail if you don’t leave me the fuck alone!”

“I know, I have the same exam! Just give me your notes and I’ll leave!”

You let out a quiet scream of frustration, running your hands through your hair before nearly throwing your binder for Lei’s class at him.

“There! Take it! Now leave me be!” you whisper-shouted, gesturing him away from your table. He shot you another one of his plastic smiles and stood up.

“Thanks, brat!”

You glared after him as he sauntered away.

There was no doubt that you and Kim Doyoung were the biggest rivals in your year. Not only were you both in similar majors, you also had multiple overlapping classes and strived to be the best in all of them. This led to friction between the two of you, and so the rivalry began. If you got a higher score than him in one class, he would work harder to receive higher praise in another. If he had three friends asking him to form a study group, you would improve yourself until you had five friends asking you. There was no limit to where your competition could go, though you both seemed to prefer glaring at each other across a classroom over starting drama between your friend groups.

That was where another problem arose - because the people watching over you were cruel, most of your friends happened to be close with Doyoung and his group of friends. Inversely, you found yourself constantly hanging around Doyoung’s friend group (really, besides the man himself, they were all great and easy to get along with). Because of this, you were both often forced to put up with each other for the sake of maintaining steady social lives by not constantly pissing off your friends.

This close knit atmosphere is what had led you to your most recent problem, however. A few days after Doyoung finessed your notes from you, one of your friends insisted on going out for lunch to a cafe on campus. Only upon arriving, however, did you realize her true intentions.

“Just look at him, Y/N,” she sighed, leaning her chin on the palm of her hand. You stared in disgust at the man in question.

“I’m looking, I’m just not seeing much,” you scoffed. You stirred the straw in your drink, then cautiously took a sip. “Ah! Hot!”

“Yes, exactly! He’s so hot, but he’s also more dreamy and regal,” she praised. You glanced back at Doyoung standing across the cafe from you, smiling brightly at customers from the other side of the dessert counter. The apron that was tied around his waist hid where his shirt was tucked into his jeans, and a red hand towel was hanging over his shoulder. Though you could admit that the overall aesthetic was nice, you couldn’t see the dreaminess Ann was claiming. You shook your head in disbelief as you turned your gaze back to her.

“He looks like a rabbit,” you rebutted.

“An adorable rabbit! Oh my god, can you imagine him eating? He’d be so cute!” she gushed. You flashed back to a time when you had seen Doyoung eating, and silently agreed that he did look like a bit like a baby bunny when he was chewing. Your eyes widened at your own private confession, and you quickly shook your head to rid yourself of the thought.

“Hey, Ann. Annie, look at me,” you snapped. Her eyes shot over to you after a few seconds. “You don’t even know anything about him besides what he looks like.”

“Well, even still... With a face like that, I’m sure his personality is amazing too,” she waved off. Despite her joking tone, her words prompted a frown to form on your face.

“Well, I mean, that’s what people said about-”

“Oh, I don’t care about all of that!” Ann exclaimed, reaching across the table to grab your hands in her own. “Call me shallow if you want, but I want him to sit on my face!”

“Ew, that’s gross!” you jerked away from her and wiped your hands off on your jeans. “If you like him so much, go talk to him! I mean, I can almost guarantee that you’ll regret it, but stop bothering me about it at least. Ask him out or something.”

“Um, no?” Ann looked at you as though you had suggested manslaughter. “I’ve never even talked to him before, I don’t even know what I would say.”

“That’s the whole point in talking in the first place,” you said slowly, trying to make her understand.

“No, he’ll think I’m weird. You talk to him for me,” she demanded.

“Uh, the fuck?”

“Oh, come on, please? I’ll pay for your lunch and I’ll buy your groceries for you!”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Seriously? All that for... what? What do you want me to tell him?”

“Ask him if he’ll go to that frat party with me, the one everybody has been talking about for the past two weeks. At least then I can get myself un-sober enough to make eye contact with him,” Ann sighed at the thought.

“Drunk, Ann. It’s called being drunk.”

“Yeah, whatever! Do we have a deal?”

You stared down at the hand that your friend was offering to you, then reached forward and shook it gently, “Deal.”

With steady legs, you stood up and walked over to the counter that Doyoung was manning. The person in front of you was already paying, so you only had to wait a minute before you were able to step up to the front.

“Hey, Doyoung,” you greeted through clenched teeth from forcing a smile onto your mouth.

“What? Are you stalking me now?” he quickly accused.

“Please, as if my life could ever be reduced to that,” you scoffed.

“What do you want, then? I don’t have your notes with me right now.”

You shook your head, holding up a hand to silence him, “I don’t need my notes right now. I need to ask you a favor.”

“Oh, God. What?” Doyoung groaned.

“Do you see my friend, sitting at the table back there?”

“Which table?” he asked, looking back at where you had gestured vaguely.

“As if you don’t know which table I was sitting at,” you rolled your eyes, already having caught him frowning at you when you first walked in.

“Whatever,” Doyoung scowled. “You mean Ann? What about her?”

“She wants to take you to a frat party this weekend. You know, the one that a bunch of people have been talking about.”

Doyoung was quick to shake his head, “No.”

“What? Why not?”

“Parties aren’t my thing. Plus, Ann’s more of a friend than anything else. She’s not my type.”

The secondhand rejection elicited a frown on your face. You felt bad that Ann had to crush on such an asshole, but still worked to fix the situation in her favor. “You don’t even know her.”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t know me,” he shot back. You didn’t have an argument for that, so you turned around and made eye contact with Ann. You shrugged in defeat, but she gestured with her chin for you to ask again. With a huff, you faced Doyoung once more.

You amended, “You don’t have to go with her. Just go and happen to meet her there and talk to her and then you’ll see that she’s a lot more fun once you’ve actually gotten to know her.”

After a few moments of glaring, Doyoung sighed, “Fine.”

“Wait. Really?”

“Do you want me to take it back?”

“No, not at all! That’s awesome!” you grinned, then quickly wiped it off at Doyoung’s unpleasant expression.

“Whatever. Just leave me alone, now.”

As you turned to leave, you suddenly noticed two men standing behind you. They both looked somewhat pissed off, and the one closer to you mumbled under his breath, “Finally.”

“Wait.”

The same man rolled his eyes and let out a breathy, “Oh my God!” You flinched in guilt before turning back to face Doyoung.

“What?” you inquired.

“Are you coming as well?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s not like I have anything better to do,” you shrugged. He nodded slightly before waving you away, and you pursed your lips in farewell as you maneuvered back to your table.

“That took so long! What did he say?” Ann attacked you as soon as you sat down.

The words were a little hard to get out, as you knew there was some mistruth behind them, but you nonetheless replied, “He said yes.”

Actually getting to the party was a disaster. You and Ann both took longer than normal to get ready, mostly because she requested constant help and attention from you.

“Do you think this is too showy?”

“Will I get his attention with this?”

“I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard!”

“Are pastels even still in?”

The night hadn’t even started and you were already exhausted. By the time your friends had come to pick the two of you up, Ann had finally settled on the first outfit she had tried on.

“Maybe it’d be better if we picked him up as well... I don’t want to not be able to find him at all,” Ann worried. You straightened out her skirt for her as several of you sat cramped in the back seat of your friend’s car. Though your apartment was within walking distance from the frat house the party was taking place in, you had gotten ready at Ann’s, per her request, which was more out of the way.

“Girl, stop stressing,” another one of your friends called from the front. “Just let loose and be yourself tonight! Have fun!”

“How am I supposed to have fun when I’m so nervous?”

The answer to her question came in the form of several shots of tequila and a full cup of jungle juice. Soon, there was a slight flush to her cheeks and a glow in her eyes.

“Fuck yes!” Ann yelled throughout the loud kitchen. “I am so ready to woo, Y/N! I’m gonna go find Doyoung! Wish me luck, and try to actually talk to people tonight!”

You rolled your eyes at her words, but smiled at her cheeriness nonetheless, “Good luck, and be careful!”

“Okay, Mom.”

You watched as she maneuvered out of the room, balancing herself surprisingly well considering her intoxication. There was an unopened can of lemonade on the counter, presumably intended to be used in some other hangover-inducing drink that you wouldn’t be tasting. You didn’t plan on drinking anything alcoholic, knowing that it would fall on you to ‘mom’ your friends and make sure they got home safe. You picked the drink up and inspected it quickly for anything suspicious, then popped it open and took a sip.

“Ay, Y/N!”

Johnny’s voice was distinctive, even across the room. You held up a hand and smiled at him in acknowledgement, then stood up straighter when he made his way over.

“Hey, Johnny. What’s up?” you greeted, returning his friendly hug. You gave his tall figure a once-over when you pulled away, grinning a little at the headphones around his neck. “Are you DJing tonight?”

“Not much - and yeah, I am!” he answered your questions with a dazzling smile on his face.

“Do you take song requests?” you asked with a teasing smile. You hadn’t expected him to nod excitedly at your words, though. “Really?”

“Yeah, for sure! I’m mostly playing my own mixes, but I’d be down to play a song later on tonight! You know, once everybody’s wasted to the point where they can’t complain about how bad the music is, of course.”

“Oh, wow, thanks,” you both laughed at the exchange, “Well, if I think of a song I’ll let you know.”

“Great!” Johnny leaned behind you and picked up a can of beer. He cracked it open and smiled, “I’ve gotta go back now, but there’s some of our people chilling on the back patio.”

“Oh, but I just can’t survive without you!” you joked. You walked behind him out of the kitchen door, intending on going out to where your friends were.

“It’s okay, you’ll learn to live.”

You laughed again and waved to him, “Bye, I’ll try to come by later!”

“Alright, stay safe!”

You had to push through a gaggle of drunk frat boys in order to reach the back door that led to your reprieve. Upon seeing familiar faces, some of whom you had initially come to the party with, you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders. The patio furniture seated a melting pot of both your friend group and Doyoung’s.

“Scooch over,” you demanded, not bothering to properly greet them. You plopped down in the newly opened spot on the porch swing and embraced the slight breeze as it hit you. You waited until your friends finished saying their hellos, then asked, “What have you guys been up to?”

“Not much,” Yeri answered you. “We were just talking about Ann and Doyoung.”

“Ooh, have they progressed at all?” you pried. A quick glance around you told you that the aforementioned couple weren’t in the vicinity to spy on.

“Au contraire, my friend. They both looked totally uninterested when I last saw them.”

“Really? Well, they can’t have been talking for more than fifteen minutes. I’m sure things will liven up later.”

“Yeah, hopefully. But hey, did you hear about the GR8 performance that happened last week?”

With that, the topic quickly changed.

About half an hour later, the party spirit was still alive. Yuta decided to give everybody a drunk Japanese lesson, which then led to a drunk Japanese competition between Wendy and Jaehyun. Not only were they buzzed beyond belief, they were also spewing out random words at every available moment. Eventually, it morphed into a drunk Japanese singing competition, and then there was no stopping either of them.

“Ii desu yo,” Jaehyun belted into his cup, his eyes squeezed shut with passion and power.

“Dame desu,” Wendy harmonized with him. Neither of them were letting go of their note, and Jaehyun was starting to turn red. His voice started fading out, but he kept trying to force it for longer.

“Bro, just give it up!” Yuta laughed, pulling Jaehyun back down into his seat. He kept it going for a few more seconds before giving into laughter.

“I won? I win!” Wendy cheered. You all cheered for her as well, and she took it as encouragement to jump up onto the table and dance around happily. “I win! I won! I beat you! I won! Eat my-”

“Hey, guys,” Wendy immediately shut up and whipped around to see Doyoung standing in the doorway. Once she realized it was him who had greeted all of you, she burst into laughter and jumped down from the table.

“Doyoung! I won!” she exclaimed, pulling him over to the porch swing.

“Congratulations!” Doyoung responded. He kept a smile on his face while he asked, “Won what?”

“Dame desu,” was all Wendy said before collapsing onto one of the seats.

“Is she okay?” When several people nodded in response, he continued, “Okay... They’re starting up karaoke inside, or something like that. You guys in?”

“Karaoke?” Wendy jumped up again and bolted inside. The rest of the group followed behind her in bouts of laughter, with you and Yeri wrapped up somewhere in the middle.

By the time you made it through the clusters of people into the living area where Johnny had set the microphones up, Wendy was already fighting a frat boy for one of the stands.

“It’s gonna be so hard to get her home,” you groaned. You had expected to see Yeri standing beside you, but you were instead met by a blank space. A quick scan around the room revealed that she had moved forward to cheer her roommate on in taking the mic.

“This party blows,” you heard from over your shoulder. You turned around to see Doyoung with a foul expression on his face.

“Really? Weren’t you having fun with Ann?” you inquired.

He only shrugged in response. You pursed your lips and looked forward again. Wendy had won the battle for the first song, and had started singing to Justin Bieber.

“Look, can you tell Ann-” Doyoung started, but was interrupted when the woman herself hopped over and latched herself onto his arm.

“Hey, are you gonna sing me a song?” she giggled to him, and even you recoiled a little at the forced noise.

“Uh, I wasn’t planning on it,” he began, but she cut him off again.

“Please, it would mean the world to me!”

“I don’t really sing...”

“Well, then, would you sing a duet with me? I’m too scared to go up on my own,” Ann pulled out her puppy dog eyes that only worked 50% of the time.

Doyoung looked to you desperately, but you merely shrugged and stepped back. He looked at her eyes again and sighed, “I guess.”

She squealed loudly and pulled him forward. Wendy was just finishing up her song, and Ann pushed everybody else out of the way so that they could go next. She whispered what you assumed to be a title into his ear, because he nodded in response and then leaned over to tell Johnny.

The familiar music began to spread throughout the room, and you bit down on your lip to keep from smiling at the bitter expression on your rival’s face.

“What would I do without your smart mouth?” he began to sing softly. You inched forward to be able to hear him more clearly. “Drawing me in, and you kicking me out. You’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down...”

He trailed off as Ann began to sing the next part, but you almost wished he was singing the song solo. It was hard to imagine that he had the voice of an angel hidden beneath his devilish personality, but now that you had heard it you were itching to listen to more.

As they began to sing the pre-chorus and chorus together, you moved closer to the front in awe. Everybody around you was silent, clearly all as starstruck as you. Even though Ann’s voice wasn’t as dreamy or pretty as Doyoung’s, it was still clear and nice enough to blend well with his.

“I give you all of me... And you give me all of you...” Doyoung finished prettily, letting the music fade off quietly. You felt that it ended too quickly, and silently praised whoever started the cheer for an encore.

Ann and Doyoung both laughed and bowed modestly as the cheers continued, and you began to clap as well. To your surprise, your hands dropped to your sides and the smile fell off of your face when Ann pulled Doyoung down into a kiss. You spun around, not sure what the unpleasant feeling in your stomach was at the sight of them together but definitely not wanting to feel it more.

“That was amazing!” Seulgi gushed from behind you, and you nodded a little. The sick feeling had yet to leave your stomach, and you deduced that it must have been something you ate, or perhaps hunger.

“Yeah, I guess. He’s alright,” you shrugged, deciding to play it cool. “Hey, do you think you’ll be able to, uh, take the girls home tonight? I hate to leave so last minute but I’m feeling kind of sick.”

��Oh, no problem!” Seulgi smiled, holding a hand out to you. “I hope you feel better, babe.”

“Thanks, Seulgi. See you later,” you waved her goodbye as you made your way to the door to leave. You had only attended the party for a little over an hour, but you felt wiped out as soon as you stepped out of the vibrant atmosphere. With one last glance over your shoulder, you shut the door behind you and began the walk home.

[sleepyau]

picture it ~ lee taeyong

genre: chillin + fluffiness

word count: 1111

prompt: selfie time :)

author’s note: hey guys :) this is the first writing I am posting and it is litt nerve-wracking not gonna lie haha but it’s just a short little introductory thing in honor of our angel leader’s birthday a few days ago! hope you like it and I’ll work hard to improve my writing! thank you <33

The sky was illuminated by street lamps outside of your window. Even though it was night time, light still filtered through your curtains and cut through the shadows on the floor and around your feet. Your eyes were drawn away from the TV as a loud car horn blared outside of your apartment. For a brief moment you welcomed the interruption as an excuse to focus on the person sitting beside you.

Lee Taeyong was staring intently at the screen, his hands absentmindedly drawing circles onto your knee. He looked serene as he kept a focused frown on his lips and a locked jaw. The same filtered light that was flickering on the floor was brightly cast across the left side of his face. Without meaning to, you reached up and brushed a finger against his lightened cheekbone. In a split second, his eyes had turned to you. The intense stare softened into a warm gaze, and he gently turned his head to press a light kiss against the pad of your hovering finger.

“Okay?” he inquired. You nodded your head a little, and he took it as a sign to grab your hand and caress it between his own as he turned his head back to the TV. You couldn’t do the same, however. Taeyong was quite literally glowing as he sat in your dusty apartment, and it felt almost criminal to not take advantage of the moment.

“Tae, take a picture with me,” you demanded, effectively directing his attention back to you.

“Why?” he whined, half-heartedly attempting to lean away from you. You reached onto the side table to grab your phone from where it was charging.

“Because we don’t have any pictures together,” you answered. You opened the camera application on your phone and held your arm up, trying to find perfect lighting.

“So? We look like we just woke up,” Taeyong continued to argue, covering his face with his hand. However, one look from you had him fumbling over his words. “No, no! Not like that, I just mean- What I mean is, I look like I just woke up. You look beautiful. And perfect. As always.”

With a short laugh you said, “I think you look cute right now, Tae. This is how I always want to remember you. Please?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, causing him to groan and scoot closer to you.

“Fine, fine. Just don’t post it anywhere,” he conceded, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I’m putting it up on Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, my Facebook page, I’ll send it to all of the members and my mom-”

“Do you want me to be in this picture or not?” he asked, but a small smile lined his face as you quickly shut up.

You grinned brightly up at your phone and clicked a couple of photos, but dropped your hand when you saw that Taeyong was doing his classic stoic face that you had seen in every selfie he took.

“Smile,” you whispered, nudging his side.

“I am smiling,” he countered, pointing to the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

“You look like somebody just insulted Sicheng.” you told him sadly, and he actually looked slightly shocked. “You can do it. Fighting!” You gave him a nod of encouragement, then lifted your phone again.

When you looked at Taeyong on the screen, you saw that he was struggling with getting himself to smile in a way that he liked. Though you did continue to take pictures, you had to admit that none of the smiles he was offering were as beautiful as his real one. Finally, he shook his head and sighed.

“I can’t just force myself to smile. It has to come naturally. When I force myself to smile, my nose looks really weird and then the picture doesn’t come out well. It’s better to just accept a picture where I look good.”

Your only response was a sweet kiss to his lips, which had him grinning and blushing a few seconds later, the way he almost always reacted when you caught him by surprise that way. You glanced at the camera for one last picture, then brought your phone down to scroll through the many photos you had taken.

“Hey!” Taeyong exclaimed, still a little bit flustered, “You tricked me! That wasn’t fair.”

You simply leaned your head on his shoulder, continuing to flip through the thirty-something pictures you had taken. After a few minutes of him grumbling and you deleting the unsatisfactory pictures, you showed him the four pictures you liked.

The first picture had him looking stoically at the camera and you grinning brightly. The second, and your personal favorite, was of you kissing him; his eyes were still open with shock and you could see the dimple in your cheek from your small smile. His arm was wrapped tightly around you and your hand was placed lightly on his jaw, and it was overall a well-captured moment. The third picture was of Taeyong grinning and blushing as you both stared at each other, and even though your face was turned at an angle that made your chin look weird, you decided the picture was cute enough to outweigh that slight oddity. Last but not least was you smiling at the camera as Taeyong smiled at you, a loving gleam in his eyes.

Taeyong grabbed the phone from your hands as soon as you showed him the last picture, and you frowned, thinking he was going to delete it. However, his own phone buzzed multiple times after several seconds and you saw your name lit up on his screen.

You bit back a grin as he handed back your phone. You continued to stare at Taeyong as he fumbled around with his phone for a few minutes, while biting his lip and scrunching his eyebrows. After putting his phone down, he finally noticed the look you were sending him.

“What?” Taeyong mumbled defensively. You merely shrugged and raised your eyebrows. “What? I looked good in them. I’m not going to do anything with them.” You shrugged at his words again, and he rolled his eyes in response. He put his arm around your shoulders again as he continued to watch the show that was playing on the TV, and after a few seconds, you joined in.

A few hours later, after Taeyong had fallen asleep on your shoulder, his phone lit up with a message. As you reached over and grabbed it, you noticed the background on his lockscreen.

It was you staring at the screen, and him staring at you, love deep in his eyes.

[sleepyau]

Hi :)

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