#(you actually voted vanilla extract but we all knew that)

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I mean... I'd vote for him.

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Subscribe! - Say ‘Yes’ to Me

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader (fem)

Genre: AU, romance, comedy, fluff

Word count: 3706

Summary: A YouTube inspired drabble series where you and your boyfriend upload videos catering to the couple tag.

Author’s Note: Whoops! :p Had too much fun with this one.  - D

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The video opened with Doyoung holding the camera as he checked himself out in the bathroom mirror. He stood there and messed with his hair for what seemed like forever, but was actually only a few seconds, until he was satisfied with the placements of the strands. He proceeded to smile into the lens, changing the angle of his head until he found the exact spot where he thought the right side of his face presented to be the most flattering. It was pointless since he looked good at every angle no matter which way he was facing.

"Hello, everyone," he greeted the audience. "The day has finally come for Y/N’s punishment, mwah ha ha." He added a maniacal laugh at the end as if he were some sort of super villain. "If you remember last week's video, Y/N lost the game and I asked you all to come up with a penalty for her. The highest voted comment was a challenge where she has to say 'yes' to me for 24 hours, which is perfect since she already has a hard time doing what I say in the first place. I know that's why you chose it. You all even added that if she doesn't comply with my wishes, then she gets an additional penalty at the end. You all want to see her suffer and that's truly messed up!" He laughed and then switched the camera to his other hand. "Y/N is still in bed, so let's go wake her up so we can start this challenge."

Doyoung walked to the bathroom door, opened it, and walked through it to reveal you snoozing comfortably in your shared bed. He walked over to the side of the bed and held the camera to your unsuspecting face. He patted you on the shoulder but you didn't budge so he tried it again. You stirred a little and mumbled something, but you still didn't open your eyes. He called your name and tapped you on your face before you finally opened your eyes to give your boyfriend your grouchiest of morning death glares, eliciting a breathy laugh from him behind the camera.

"What the *bleep* are you doing?" you asked him in your grogginess. It was easy to tell that you were not a morning person. 

"Good morning, my love," he said, too cheerful for your current state of mind. "Do you remember what today is?"

You blinked slowly as you stared at your boyfriend with a blank expression. "Saturday?"

"Besides that."

You looked up at the ceiling as you tried to remember exactly what day it was. "June--"

"It's punishment day, Y/N," he said, cutting you off to quickly get to the point. Knowing you, you were going to try and go around the subject as long as you could.

"Ugh," you groaned and covered your face with the comforter. 

"You have to do everything I ask you for the whole day."

"No," you said in defiance from beneath the cover. 

"Luckily for you we haven't started yet." He pulled the cover away from your face then held the camera up so he appeared in the frame next to you. "My first order is for you to give me a kiss. Will you give me a kiss?"

You side eyed your boyfriend, suspicious of how easy of a request that was. Surely he wasn't going to be that nice for the whole day. You reluctantly agreed to kiss him and sat up on your forearms to kiss him on his lips. 

"Thank you. Now," he lifted himself away from you to stand up straight again, "will you go make me breakfast?" See. You knew it wasn't going to stay easy.

"But you're the one that always makes breakfast. I don't think my cooking will be up to your standards," you explained to him with faux concern as you tried to talk your way out of doing it. "You should make it yourself."

Doyoung clicked his tongue behind his teeth. "Tch. Look at this woman. If you don't do what I ask, then you'll get a penalty added on at the end."

Your face twisted in disbelief. "But this is already a penalty! A punishment!"

Doyoung laughed at your comical facial expression. "Yeah, so don't make this worse for yourself."

"What's the penalty for not listening?"

"Nope. Not telling you."

"I'm not getting up until you tell me."

"The longer you lay there the more time will be added on to your penalty."

You groaned and flopped your upper body back down onto the bed. "Uuuuuugh, fine! You're annoying me! Yes, I'll make you breakfast. Now go away so I can brush my teeth in peace."

The scene changed to you standing in front of your kitchen counter that had an assortment of different ingredients set out on top of it. Doyoung had already set everything up for you to cook for him whether you obeyed him or not.

"I want you to make me strawberry pancakes. Will you do that without complaining?"

You rolled your eyes but smiled at his sass anyway. "Yes, I will. However…”

“Yes?”

“If I’m going to play this game, I will need you to start adding ‘please’ after every request.”

“Fine. I can do that.”

“Great.” You began putting the dry ingredients into one of the bowls, appreciative that he printed out the directions for you because you sure as hell didn't remember how to make pancakes from scratch. After whisking all of that together, it was time to do the same with the wet ingredients. But you didn't see a point in doing it in a separate bowl when you were just going to mix it all together anyway, so you decided to just put everything into the bowl with the dry stuff.

"Ah--" Doyoung suddenly interjected as soon as you put the liquid vanilla extract into the dry mixture.

"What?" you asked him even though you already knew exactly what he was going to say.

He brought the camera to look at the vanilla in the bowl then back out to look at the directions he printed out. "This didn't say to put that in there yet," he said then put the camera back onto you.

"I'm supposed to be listening to you, not a piece of paper," you sassed him then picked up the egg to break it.

Doyoung scoffed and began to roll his eyes until he saw what you were about to do with the egg. "Y/N, stop!"

"Why!"

"At least beat the egg before you put it in there."

"It's all going to be mixed anyway."

"Yeah, but it'll mix better if you--"

You lifted the egg then hit it on the side of the bowl.

"Don't you dare."

You brought your other hand up to break the egg open over the bowl.

"Y/N, I swear."

"My dearest Doyoung. I am making your breakfast like you asked of me," you said with a saccharine tone of voice. "So please back tf up off me."

Your boyfriend's lips rolled inward in annoyance even as he tried to suppress his smile. You loved giving him a hard time because the faces he made whenever you got on his nerves were so gosh darn cute. "And you're supposed to be doing what I say. I want you to mix the ingredients the correct way. Will you mix them like the directions say, please?"

You tilted your head to the side and smiled sweetly at him. "Of course I…won't!" 

"No! Please no!”

You cracked open the egg and Doyoung zoomed the camera into the bowl as the yolk plopped unceremoniously on top of the other ingredients. He then sighed heavily and put the camera back onto you as you measured out the amount of milk you were going to put in next.

"That's ten seconds added onto your penalty," he reprimanded.

"Worth it." You winked at him and put the rest of the wet ingredients into the bowl and mixed everything together. 

The next couple of clips were sped up as you went through the rest of the process of making the pancakes while Doyoung fussed at you for one reason or another. The video went back to regular speed as you put the last hot pancake onto a plate and drizzled strawberry syrup on top of the whole stack. You then served it to your boyfriend who was now waiting patiently for his breakfast at the table. He handed the camera to you and you focused it on him meticulously cutting into the pancakes with a fork and knife. He tasted his first piece and carefully chewed it as if he were a judge on a cooking show about to make his evaluation.

“You didn’t follow the directions word for word, but you still did a great job.”

“Duh. Because I’m awesome,” you said and Doyoung put another piece onto his fork and held it up for you to taste. You ate it and immediately hummed in satisfaction, quite proud of how delicious the food you made turned out to be. “Oh my gosh, I’m amazing.”

“Yes. You have pleased me,” your boyfriend said exaggeratedly proper. “You may go about your scheduled activities for the day until I am in need of your assistance again.”

You chuckled at the funny way he was speaking. “Yes, sir.” You leaned over to kiss him goodbye. Now your lips were covered in strawberry syrup.

The clip changed to early afternoon with Doyoung adjusting the camera on it’s mini  tripod in front of the couch he was sitting on. He once again fiddled with the hair in front of his face like it actually did something before leaning back comfortably onto the couch.

“Y/N!” he called out to you requesting your presence.

“What!” your faint voice yelled back from the other side of the house.

“I desire cuddles!” 

Skeptical of his intentions once again, you hesitated in responding. “That's it?”

“Will you come sit with me on the couch?” he asked you in the format related to the challenge.

“Will you come sit with me on the couch, what?”

He scoffed. “Will you come sit with me on the couch, please.”

You weighed out your options. So far he hadn’t asked you anything too physically demanding, and on any other day you’d use any excuse to snuggle up to your boyfriend. But today there was definitely going to be a twist added onto Doyoung’s so called ���cuddles’. You reluctantly walked into the living room and Doyoung held his arms open wide upon your arrival. You sat down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you in a hug so tight you could barely move around. You knew he was up to something.

“How long are we going to stay like this?” you asked with your head against his shoulder.

“Until I’m ready to let go,” he said, then laid down on the couch so both of you were on your sides. “Are you comfortable?”

He knew damn well you weren’t comfortable. “No,” you answered him.

"That's time added on to your penalty." That sneaky fox!

“That doesn't count!" you protested.

“You're supposed to say yes to everything, remember?" you couldn’t see his face, but the camera caught the sly grin that spread across his lips.

"You set me up!"

“Hush, Y/N. Enjoy our time together.”

Wanting to get back at him, you maneuvered your arms the best you could to tickle his sides. He jerked in surprise and almost let go of you, but he held strong and somehow squeezed you even tighter.

“Don’t touch me. You’re not allowed to do that,” he said through clenched teeth as he squirmed around you.

“You can’t hold me like this and expect me not to touch you,” you said then wrapped your legs around his, binding him in place.

“Stop! Let me go,” he said in weak protest knowing his plan had backfired.

“I’ll let you go when you let me go.”

“You’re supposed to be listening to me!” he whined and you couldn't help but laugh at his dismay. 

“You’re the one that wanted to cuddle.”

Doyoung released his hold around you in an attempt to push you away from him, but you had latched onto him like a baby koala and you didn’t plan on letting go any time soon. While he was trying to wrestle you off of him, the two of you ended up tumbling off of the couch, and the camera shook on its tripod when your bodies thudded to the floor. As the two of you laughed, Doyoung rolled over so you were on top of him while you continued to hold him tightly.

“Ten more seconds added. The length of your punishment is steadily increasing,” he said after catching his breath. The words appeared on the screen for your viewers since the two of you were no longer in the frame nor were you in a good range for the camera's microphone.

You smiled brightly at your boyfriend then kissed him before moving to snuggle your face into his chest. Once again you didn’t care how long your punishment ended up as long as you got to tease him and push his buttons. You didn't know how long the two of you were on the floor as you continued to give him a taste of his own medicine in the form of an overenthusiastic, loving embrace.

In the next scene, Doyoung brought you outside sometime in the evening and instructed you to wash his car. You look at him appalled and he simply handed you a bucket of soapy water and a big sponge before walking over and sitting down in the lawn chair he had set up prior in the garage. You grumbled to yourself about getting back at him then begrudgingly dunked the sponge into the bucket. At least he had said please this time without you asking. The video fast-forwarded through you soaping down his car and went back to normal speed when you picked up the water hose to rinse it off. 

“You’re rinsing it off already?” Doyoung had been fiddling around on his phone the whole time and hadn’t realized how far you’d gotten in the cleaning and became skeptical of whether you half-assed it or not. 

“Yes, my darling,” you answered him sarcastically as you began hosing the soap off of the car.

He got up from his seat and brought the camera over to inspect your car washing skills. You saw him walking behind you trying to find any spot that you might have missed and decided to splash him with the water on his ankles. 

“Hey!” he skipped back and yelped in surprise.

“Hi,” you said with a cheeky grin and pointed the hose directly at him. “Go back to your chair and let me finish this in peace while I’m still deciding to listen to you,” you playfully threatened him.

“You won’t spray me while I’m holding the camera,” he taunted back at you.

“I have great aim.” You twisted the dial on the hose to the jet stream setting and readied your finger on the trigger as a warning. “Besides, we can buy a new one.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh sweetie, you know I will.”

There was a short moment of silence between you and your boyfriend before he turned around and quickly ran back to his seat in the garage. You smiled triumphantly and turned back to finish rinsing off the car. But you had forgotten to change the setting on the hose back to the shower stream, so when you sprayed the car at close range a lot of the water came splashing back onto you. You shrieked in surprise and took a step back but ended up slipping and falling into the wet grass of your lawn.

Although he was laughing at your expense, Doyoung still jumped up from his seat and ran over to you to see if you were okay. He laughed even harder when he saw that you were fine, but one side of your body was now covered in soap and mud.

“That’s what you get for being mean to me,” he said as he helped pull you up from the ground. He then used the clean side of your shirt to wipe the mud off of his hand.

“This is all your fault!” 

“You’re the one that lost the game.”

“Man, I really like this shirt, too--” Suddenly, an idea to save your t-shirt from staining popped into your head. You bent over and grabbed the hose off the ground, made sure to change the setting back to the shower stream, then you used it to wash off all of the mud on your body.

“Oh, that’s pretty smart,” Doyoung commended your resourcefulness until he realized that you were purposely wetting your shirt and making it damn near see through as it clung tantalizingly to every curve of your torso. “Wait, Y/N. Ring that out so we don’t get demonetized.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion before you looked down at your wet shirt and realized what he was talking about. “This is going to get us demonetized?” you asked incredulously. You were still fully clothed. Just wet. 

Doyoung nodded and moved the camera up and down to simulate it. And that was when you  took notice of the way your boyfriend was staring at you and realized what was actually going on inside his head. 

You put on a knowing smirk and placed a hand on your hip. “Are you just saying that because you don’t want the internet to see me looking so irresistibly sexy?”

Doyoung was silent as he shook his head and the camera from side to side.

“Are you also saying that because you don’t want our neighbors to see me like this either?”

He shook his head and the camera again.

“Are you lying to me right now?”

Caught in his ruse, Doyoung nodded and moved the camera up and down.

“Well, you haven’t even seen ‘sexy’ yet,” you said before hopping up to sit on the hood of his car and pose seductively as you sprayed the water directly onto your chest.

“Y/N, WHAT THE *BLEEP*! GET DOWN!” Your boyfriend sputtered as he spun around with the camera to see if any of your neighbors were outside or looking through their windows. He ran over to the faucet of the watering hose and turned off the water before running back to you and dragging you off the hood of his car and into the garage. 

You were laughing your ass off at his reaction and told your viewers that you wished they could see how red his face had gotten but you knew he wasn’t going to show them how annoyed and embarrassed he was. After catching your breath, you tried to hug him to make it up to him but he took a step back to dodge your damp embrace.

“That's ten more seconds added onto your penalty.”

You giggled and whined for him to hug you, but he backed away again. “Doie!”

“Now go inside and take a shower.”

“Yes, sir~” you complied happily,  ignoring his absent ‘please’. You were about to go into the house, but you didn’t want to make a mess on the floor. “I can’t go in with these wet clothes,” you told him.

Your boyfriend sighed. “You're right. Let me get you a towel--Y/N STOP!” Doyoung all but screeched when he saw you lifting up your wet t-shirt, ready to yank it off over your head.

The video changed to the next clip of Doyoung barging into your bedroom and announcing that it was time for your punishment. You sat up in the bed and inspected him as he sat on the bed next to you. He didn’t have anything in his hands other than the camera despite being in the kitchen for so long doing who knows what. You figured he was going to make you eat something, but alas, his hands were empty.

“I’m going to kiss you all over your face for a whole minute,” he told you as he sat the camera onto the nightstand and adjusted it so you both were in the frame. 

“Why is that a punishment? Was that the best you could come up with?”

“Shush. You’ll see,” he said, then brought his face close to yours as he parted his lips and purposely breathed his rancid breath into your nostrils. It reeked of garlic and onions.

“Ew! Doyoung! What the hell!”

“I said shush!” he silenced you by grabbing the sides of your head and began peppering stinky kisses all over your face. 

Your face was scrunched up in disgust, but you endured it by holding your breath for the entire sixty seconds of semi-delightful torture. When it got to the end of the minute, Doyoung ended your ‘punishment’ with an open mouthed kiss to your lips and you were indeed able to taste the offensive vegetables.

“Blegh!” you exclaimed after he let go of your head. “That was awful.”

“That was the point,” he said then pulled you into a one armed hug. “You did pretty okay today and got through it even though you struggled to follow directions.” Aw, he was being so nice saying that you only ‘struggled’ instead of not listening to him completely.

“Don’t worry I’m going to get you back for everything,” you said and kissed him on his cheek.

“Not unless you lose again and I’ll have to make a part two of this video.”

“Yeah right. You winning was a fluke. But I’m gonna getcha. When you least expect it. Don’t mess with team Y/N.”

He rolled his eyes before he addressed the audience. “Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe. And we’ll see you all next week.”

After he said his closing remarks he opened his mouth and huffed his hot breath in your face one last time, and the video cut out with you jerking violently away from him.

- D