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I NEED DAY6 FANFICS TO FEED MY DELUSION😭😭 THE POST CONCERT DEPRESSION IS HITTING💔💔
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intermission (never too late pt 1.5)



⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ idol!youngk x hair stylist!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
♡ genre/warnings: slight angst, fluff (soon!!)
♡ word count: 2,458 words
♡ author’s note: sorry it took me so long to get back to this series!! read part 1 here :>
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You were sweeping the floors, gathering any stray hairs you missed in the back corners of your salon into the dustpan. To be honest, the vacuum caught most of it, but you were nervous and your hands were looking for something to do.
So many thoughts were racing through your mind. What would you say? What would he say? What would he look like? What would you look like, in his eyes? Damn it, should you rush back home to shower and grab a change of clothes?
No. You shook those thoughts away. Clearly, you were overthinking. Sure, he texted you for the first time in over a year, but it didn’t mean anything. At least, you didn’t want to get too far ahead of yourself.
But there must’ve been a reason why he suddenly reached out. Why now, out of all times? And more importantly, why did you reply? Was it because you held on to the last glimmers of hope that things would be different between the two of you?
You cringed at the mere thought of how you acted throughout the end of your relationship. He had reached out constantly, through text, call, heck, he even emailed, and yet – time after time, you chose to leave him on read. You were cold and selfish, ignoring him without sparing a single thought.
The truth is, you had enough – enough of his absences, enough of his excuses, enough of feeling like you were always second best; of knowing that he didn’t prioritise you because he expected you to be forgiving and to always be waiting up for him, even after countless broken promises. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, for him to feel the gut-wrenching disappointment you felt in the pits of your stomach whenever he stood you up, shut you down or blew you off.
You loved, yes, you loved passionately, but you also fought with the same intensity. The two of you used to butt heads at how little attention you got from him, and how he would be whisked away at a moment’s notice for the band’s needs. It was always his job; his band, above all else.
Until one day, you simply had enough. The fight had left you. Instead of pushing back, you surrendered. Isn’t that what they always say? To love someone, is to set them free. So you set Younghyun free – free to do whatever he wishes with his time and himself, without the shackles of you and your relationship.
On one hand, you understood why he was the way he was. You were a workaholic yourself, choosing to spend much of your free time taking on new clients or attending courses and finding new ways to improve on your craft. But what you didn’t understand was how he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from his work and separate himself from it. If he was working on a new song, or recording demos, there was absolutely no way you could reach him.
Which would’ve been fine, if not for the fact that Wonpil was able to successfully call Young K when he was apparently “working on some lyrics”, or that Wonpil’s girlfriend had repeatedly interrupted band practice to ask Wonpil what time he’d be home for dinner (thanks to Dowoon’s blabbering mouth).
For what it was worth, while it was hard to overlook his obvious faults, Younghyun was an incredibly generous lover, once you caught his full attention, that is. He seemed to recall every single thing you said to him with incredible detail – even the smallest conversations you had wrapped up under a blanket, deep into the night. His voice stirred something deep within the cavities of your heart and urged you to partake in one too many late night dances around the kitchen. His eyes on you in a crowded room made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. He accepted you for you, wholeheartedly. He had the best restaurant recommendations and always knew exactly what you wanted to order, without you uttering a single word. Even after you studied the menu with careful eyes and knitted eyebrows, he knew. He knew you better than you knew yourself.
There were times where you were amazed at this simple fact. Like when he reached across the table to pass you the dipping sauce for the seafood pancake you were craving after work without exchanging a word. Or when you shivered in the cinema after a big gulp of iced cola, only to feel his warm hoodie draping across your shoulders, like the remnants of a warm hug. Or how whenever you felt down or sad, the sound of his voice could bring you out of the depths of your thoughts, and back into the light, helping you to appreciate the simple fact that you sometimes take for granted – that you are alive, that you are here, and that you have each other. Well, had.
Oh, where did it all go wrong?
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It all happened so fast. One minute, you were alone, arranging the bottles of shampoo and conditioners and hair masks on your shelf. The next, he was there, in your personal space.
Young K, all 180 centimetres of him, dressed in casual clothes and dark hair fluffy from a recent shower, carrying two plastic bags, standing, waiting expectantly in the middle of your salon – like nothing ever happened. Like he wasn’t completely absent throughout the past four hundred days of your life.
“Hey.”
And that was all it took for it all to come rushing back to you. Everything – your memories, his voice, your laughter, his smiles, the meals you shared, the movies you watched, the trips you took, the jokes he told, the glances you exchanged, the tears you shed.
You needed a minute to pull yourself together.
Resting your palm on the counter, you reached for your glass and took a huge gulp of water to calm your raging emotions.
With a nod, you motioned towards the coffee table at the waiting area, a space you occupied often when you wanted to wind down.
You crossed the room, avoiding his gaze. Your slipper-clad feet shuffled across the cement floor, as you remained quiet. You thought it best to refrain from speaking, fearing that too much of yourself might spill out and overflow in the process.
“I brought the goods.” He announced, setting the items on the table. One by one, he took the containers out. Fried chicken, rose tteokbokki, radishes and kimchi, and a bottle of your favourite soju – the only brand of soju that you drank. He remembered.
He passed you a plastic glove, and right on cue, your stomach grumbled audibly. You winced inwardly.
Young K tutted. “When did you have your last meal?”
You shrugged, still insisting on being non-verbal.
“An iced americano and sausage bread is not a proper meal.” He nagged in an all-too-familiar manner, referencing the breakfast meal deal that you often bought from Paris Baguette. Damn Kang Younghyun and his perfect memory.
As he lifted the lids, the fragrance of fried food and the spicy aroma of gochujang permeated through the air. You dug in right away, throwing caution to the wind. You were too hungry to care about manners or formalities. It wasn’t like Young K cared, anyway.
Wordlessly, the two of you munched on your food. Occasionally, you would both reach towards the same container at the same time, and you’d instinctively pull back. Young K would pick up a piece of food instead, and pass it over to you.
All the while, you felt his lingering gaze on you. Once or twice, you caught his eyes, only to look away in a split second, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
You supposed it wasn’t uncommon for people to eat in silence, especially when they were hungry. Thank goodness for the soap opera playing in the background, filling the space with at least some white noise.
You weren’t really in a chatty mood, after all. Young K however, was a whole different story.
He reached for the paper cups, and poured a shot of soju for you before pouring one for himself. He placed it in front of you, lifting his cup expectantly, hoping that you would accept his invite to cheers.
You did.
He took it as a green light to begin his soliloquy.
“The boys still ask about you.” Young K began, hoping to soften the blow by talking about anything or anyone other than himself or you, or your relationship.
You didn’t respond, so he just continued.
“We’re preparing something big. A six day concert in Seoul, starting next week. This is after an entire world tour.” He announced, heaving a huge sigh. His body slumps towards the sofa, boneless. “It’s tiring.” Young K admitted, mostly to himself.
You chewed on a piece of radish, giving no indication that you were listening, but none that you weren’t, either.
“The tours, the concerts, the performances. The media, the scandals, the cameras. This life, it’s tiring.” He said in a voice so small you could barely hear him. He sounded so fragile and uncertain. So unlike the Young K you met, got to know, dated, and fell in love with.
You stared at him, then. There was deep, raw honesty flowing through his words. You felt compelled to pay attention.
“I think about it sometimes, you know? What if we never came back from that trip in Jeju…” Young K toyed with a piece of radish between his fingers. “What if I quit and ran away from this life? We could set up a shop in that little hut in Jeju by the beach, maybe a restaurant, or a cafe. You’d design the interiors – you always had a good eye for those things. I’d craft the menu, and together we’d always make sure there were good tunes, accompanied by good food, to go with the great vibes by the ocean. We’d create an oasis; a place for people to relax and unplug from the outside world.” Young K spoke from his heart, his gaze distant, as though imagining this alternative storyline of his. “I think about it a lot, actually.” He locked eyes with you, dark pupils swirling with emotions and unresolved feelings. “I crave the simplicity of a life with you, away from this, all of this.”
Whilst compelling, you knew that he couldn’t bear to walk away from this life that he built for himself; this life that he fought tooth and nail, with bleeding fingertips for – literally.
Wordlessly, it seemed like he acknowledged your thoughts, and with slow bites of chicken and the squish of tteokbokki between his lips, solemn silence settled upon you.
“I could bring you with me, you know.” He proposed, the edges of his mouth tinted red from the tteokbokki sauce.
You scoffed. “Don’t be silly.” It was the longest sentence you uttered all night.
“I mean it. I could get you back on our styling team.”
You looked at him pointedly. “What are you gonna do about Kieun eonnie?” You referred to his current hairstylist, a former colleague of yours.
Young K shook his head, as though dismissing your thought. “She could use a break. Plus, I heard she’s adopting another dog in the summer – something about her current one being too lonely and having no one to play with. With the concerts coming up and potentially more tours later in the year, I think she’d prefer to stay home with her fur babies instead.”
“I don’t know, Young K…” You replied, uncertain. You fiddled with a piece of fishcake, pushing it around with your chopsticks. You were never a big seafood fan. In fact, you were a somewhat picky eater, only sticking to foods you tried and liked. It was Young K who pushed you to try new things; expand your horizons.
“Please, Younghyun to you. Never Young K.” He spoke gently, softly. He stole the fishcake from your chopsticks’ grasp, knowing that you weren’t going to eat it anyway. Catching your gaze, he looked into your eyes sincerely, piercing through your resolve. “Promise me you’ll take a few days to think about it.”
You always found it hard to deny him. “I’ll think about it.”
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“Where do you think we went wrong? What happened to us?”
Three glugs as the soju bottle emptied. The tap of paper cups, a silent toast. Two big gulps of soju, and a single sigh of relief.
“I got tired of waiting. Of being second.”
“Y/N, there was no one else. Only you – always you.” His tone was dead serious.
“Yes, there was.” You muttered sadly. “Your band; your job.”
He acknowledged it with a nod of his head. “Sometimes I wonder whether the sacrifices were worth it.” He toyed with the cap of the soju bottle. Suddenly, a memory interrupted his train of thought. A warm summer’s night. The buzz of a barbecue, outdoors. Clinks of shot glasses. And the metal ring from the soju bottle, formed into a perfect circle. He remembered sliding it onto your finger, and how smooth your skin felt. He remembered how your smile shined so bright in contrast to the dark skies. How much he wanted to recreate that scene, but with a real ring, and a shiny stone, in front of all the people you loved.
“You know it is.”
“Is it, though? As I grow older, I become more and more aware of all the things I gave up for this line of work. My life is as far from normal as it can be, and there’s no stopping; no limits to what I do, and how much I work. I love writing songs, I love making music, and I love the fans, but I also deeply miss a normal life. A life I will never have the privilege of living.”
“You’re not made for the normal life, Younghyun.”
“But I want a normal life, with you.”
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You sent him off that night, surrounded by the chilly night air, watching as his taxi drove off and rounded the corner.
The smell of his cologne still lingered on your nose from the hug he gave you before you parted. The same cologne he used when you were still together – Jo Malone, English Pear and Freesia.
He held you against his chest for what felt like an eternity, definitely way too long for it to just be a friendly hug, and yet somehow, you still felt like it was not long enough to replace his prolonged absence.
As you felt his heart beat against your own, you thought that perhaps your resolve had grown soft.
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VVIP
Pairing: Day6 x female reader
Genre: fluff
Tropes: idol au, meet cute, emotional fluff, fan service, hurt/comfort
Warnings: mentioning loosely of the passing of a loved one
Word count: 3070
Author’s Note: So, I came up with this idea for my best friend @this-song-thats-only-for-you when she mentioned a rock band was a VVIP at her workplace the other day. She works at the airport, and Wonpil started to bug me about writing a cute little scenario of her being at work and her favourite band coming through the doors. What I wasn’t prepared for was how emotional this story would get for me to write, given Sem and I were meant to be going to see Day6 with Mum in concert this weekend. Most of you know, my Mum passed away in December, and we haven’t been able to afford going to see them live. This has turned into a little healing piece for us both. I hope you enjoy it too.
Anyway, Sem, this one’s for us. I can’t wait to watch a Day6 concert with you on Saturday xx
��Did you hear?” Bee started and you lifted your head from the buffet you were clearing out to look at her. “We have VVIPs coming in today.”
“We do?” you repeated, your mind running through the itinerary of potential guests for the private airport lounge you worked in. Collecting another empty tray from the influx of passengers who had demolished the buffet over the past two hours, you followed Bee into the kitchen. You were still clueless about who the special guests meant to be arriving were. “Who?”
“Some rock band,” she said with a shrug, and whilst you were curious, you didn’t think too much of it either and went back out to get more trays for the service team to clean. You were on the desk today, so you could be greeting whatever rockstars were meant to be coming through. The last thing you needed was to get pasta sauce on your uniform helping the kitchen staff clean up whilst the lounge was closed between arriving and departing flights.
“I don’t think you’ll be here for it though,” Bee tacked on when she came back out to assist you. Of course, she had to say something that didn’t affect your shift at all. You rolled your eyes at her as she grinned.
“Well, you better make sure your food is top-notch or else you know who will complain,” you teased, and Bee dropped a serving spoon with a clunk into another empty tray.
She shuddered dramatically. “Don’t manifest that! Yesterday, she complained to me about work I wasn’t even here for.”
“Of course. It’s your fault you weren’t here to do it,” you remarked, moving your tongue into your cheek naughtily. It was nice to be able to vent to your workmate who got your assistant manager’s nitpicking woes.
Rockstars all forgotten about, you helped with refreshing the buffet and drinks before the lounge opened again.
You only had an hour left to your shift, and since no one was coming through the doors, you were texting your best friend Elle about afternoon plans once you got home. Hearing the lounge door ding before opening, you quickly deposited your phone onto a hidden shelf and pasted on a smile to greet the new arrivals before lifting your gaze up.
“Hello, welcome to the lounge, how can I assist….”
Blinking furiously, you then froze. Surely, you were dreaming, right?
“Hello?” a man, presumably a manager, said in accented English, holding out a business card and boarding passes.
With names you recognised. Holy shit.
“Uh. Hello,” you managed, trying not to break out into a sweat. “Hi. Um. Welcome. Do you have passes into the lounge today?”
Were they the rock band Bee had mentioned?
“No, but we can purchase entrance, correct?”
“Yes, you can.”
“Excellent. It will be quiet in here.”
You almost laughed hysterically, your hands trembling as you took the held-out information and checked it over. There were three others you didn’t know, but the names Yoon Dowoon, Park Sungjin, Kang Younghyun, and Kim Wonpil you did.
Intimately.
Gods. Your cheeks had to be scarlet by now. It was by some miracle you were able process the payment and not combust into flames on the spot.
“Shouldn’t you be in Auckland, not here?” you wondered, and then froze again momentarily when you realised you said it out loud.
“I knew it!” Younghyun, more known to you as Young K, exclaimed, laughing with satisfaction and leaning passed another member of their group. “You know who we are, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Are you a fan of our band Day6?” Sungjin asked, and you had to commit this all to memory. Elle was going to absolutely flip when you told her.
“Of course, she is.”
“Let her answer,” Dowoon scolded the older members, and you nodded.
“Are you coming to our concert?” Wonpil asked with earnest, and you sighed. He picked up on it. “No?”
“Uh, my best friend and I really wanted to go. With her mother. She was a bigger fan than us somehow.” You stopped, letting out a watery laugh thinking about the rocky last few months your best friend and adopted family had been through. Of how you had all planned to go up to Auckland tomorrow for the concert on Saturday. It was strange how life could tip you all upside down and change everything into a different perspective. How could you tell the waiting members of your favourite band that you couldn’t attend their concert without bursting into tears? You settled on saying, “But uh, no.”
“No?” Younghyun probed, frowning. You swallowed down the emotion in your throat and he smiled kindly. “That’s too bad. At least we got to meet you now.”
Their manager, who had walked off, only to realise they hadn’t followed, came back and started talking in fast-paced Korean to the group, Wonpil shooting you a polite smile whilst listening. You were standing there, somewhat smiling back at a man you had watched for years online, had sung heartily along with when listening to their songs, and had his beautiful face as your lockscreen on your phone right now.
What even was this life?
“Yeah, yeah,” Brian replied in English, shooting you an easy smile and translating what had been said for your benefit. “We were hungry, so of course we need to utilise our time before our next flight to eat first. It’s nice meeting you… Y/N.”
You startled at him knowing your name until you realised he had paused to read your name tag. You nodded dizzily. “Please enjoy your meal.”
And as soon as you watched them go over to a table and dump their belongings down at it and then head over to the food, you had already broken work protocol by not asking first and pushed call on your phone. “Elle,” you squeaked out, trying not to hyperventilate.
“What’s wrong?”
“How fast do you think you could drive across town? No, don’t drive. You won’t be able to when I tell you what I have to say right now. Actually, you need to get in the car and come here right now! I’ll pay for parking.”
“Are you alright?!”
“No? Yes? I don’t know! Elle, you’ll never guess who’s—” Whimpering when you realised who was standing in front of you again, you blinked several times at Wonpil.
“I uh, just wanted to tell you that your friend should drive very safely. We have three hours here.”
Oh god, how had he heard you from over here? Unless he was watching you.
“Wh-what?”
“Y/N… did I just hear. No, I can’t be. I’m going insane, right?”
Wonpil smiled brightly, somehow hearing Elle’s voice. “Can I?”
“You want my phone?”
“Please.”
“Uh, sure,” you said shakily, handing the device over to your biggest celebrity crush, and watched dumbfoundedly as he spoke to your best friend on the phone.
“Hello, are you Y/N’s best friend who loves our group Day6? Please drive safely. We don’t want you hurt in any way.”
“She can’t get through,” you murmured, thinking of security reasons, and dashed away from the desk and into your boss’ office. Thankfully, the more level-headed one.
“Y/N?”
“I have a huge favour to ask. Can we get a visitor pass?”
“What? What’s going on?”
You explained loosely the absolute miracle that was unfolding, unsure how you were even still upright. Your boss was already signing the visitor pass before you were finished. Smiling warmly at you, your boss patted your arm. “Breathe, Y/N. Go back out and finish your shift, if you can. Can you?”
You nodded, clutching the pass to your chest. “I can.”
“Good. You know, it’s crazy that we have more than one rock band turn up today. The Sex Pistols are arriving on a flight later.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Go enjoy your unexpected arrivals first,” she said with a laugh at your evident little interest in the true VVIPs of the day.
You walked back out more confidently than you were before and realised you had left Wonpil with your phone. He’d obviously hung up the call and was cradling your device against himself, his cheeks a little pink as he handed it over. “Thank you.”
“Elle said she would drive safely.”
“Good. I got a pass for her to get in,” you told him, strangely feeling braver now. “Thank you for being so kind.”
“You can’t come to our concert for a reason, we can tell.”
You nodded, somewhat dejectedly.
“So, we can do this,” he added, and you raised your eyes to meet his. He smiled warmly. “We want to.”
“I…” Trailing off, you blinked back another wave of emotion. “Thank you,” you whispered and looked down at your phone. You accidentally hit a button and your lock screen brightened, the face of the man before you clearly there.
“Uh, nice lock screen,” he mumbled and then hurried back to the table where the others were eating.
You don’t know how you didn’t just melt away right then from mortification, realising his pink cheeks were from seeing that when he hung up before.
He must think I’m insane.
Somehow, you were able to return to being professional and served several more customers before you received a text from Elle saying she was just getting a park in the express stay area. Looking at the time, you only had ten minutes left of your shift, so you continued with your handover tasks to a colleague and then moved into the kitchen to make sure there were no remaining jobs you needed to do before clocking out.
Bee sidled up to you when you were collecting your belongings. “So. What’s going on that made you run to Lynda before?”
“Not much.”
“Nothing to do with the cute guys over there that keep looking at you?” She gestured to the small window that showed out into the lounge.
You flushed. “They’re a Korean rock band.”
“You’re joking?”
“No. And they’re my favourite band. Lynda gave a pass for my friend to get in. I don’t even know how it happened. One minute I was serving them. And then I was just ringing Elle to let her know and they overheard me and told me how long they’re here for.”
“So, they’re cool with this?”
“They seem to be since they know we can’t go to their concert on Saturday.”
“Ohhh,” your workmate breathed, nodding once. “That concert. Hey, this is pretty cool. Reckon I could get their autograph?”
“You don’t even know who they are,” you replied with a laugh and Bee grinned.
“No, but they’re famous, right? Who knows, I could come to like them.”
You side-eyed your friend knowingly and then shrugged. “Probably. They’re decent people.”
“It seems it. Oh, your phone is buzzing. Better answer it.”
Waving off Bee, you collected your bag and then answered the phone to a breathless Elle. “I’m here. Now what do I do?”
You agreed for Elle to wait at a place you both knew of in the terminal and then headed out to meet her and bring her through security. She was vibrating with excited nerves when you found her, her hands rushing out to grip you.
“How have you not fainted?!”
“I almost did.”
“Wonpil spoke to me on the phone, Y/N. Kim Wonpil. You have seen your idol in person!”
“I know. And Dowoon, and Sungjin and Young K too.”
“Lord, what are we doing here? What did you say for this to occur?”
Thinking back, you shook your head. “I think it was what I didn’t say. They had no idea I was ringing you and then it just snowballed. I just had to tell you. I wasn’t going to invade their private space, just meet up with you here so we could have a late lunch and be in the same building as Day6. That was all!”
Elle laughed a little forcefully. “And now I’m going to meet them?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow. I don’t know. This is insane.”
“It’s so like them to be kind like this too.”
Elle nodded. “Definitely. Okay. Let’s do this before I overthink it.”
Going through security, you realised your best friend hadn’t been on this side of the airport before as she swung her head this way and that, looking at all the shops and sights that were foreign to her. Leading her through to the lounge you worked in, you greeted Donna at the desk and held up the pass for Elle, your other hand gripping your best friend nervously.
You didn’t quite understand how seeing Day6 had rendered you like this. On some level, it was normal discourse between a fan and an idol, but you felt juvenile for some reason. You could tell Elle was reaching the edge of her tether, the girl who didn’t like to cry in public blinking furiously now.
“Oh hey, you’re back,” Younghyun greeted brightly, picking up a napkin and wiping his mouth and hands before getting up. “And you’re the best friend, right?”
Elle did what you never expected. She burst into tears. Which was the worst thing she could have done because you could feel your own emotions rising. Without hesitation, Younghyun pulled her into a hug, trying to laugh it off. You knew why she was crying though. On some level, it had to do with them being a group you’d both followed from debut, but seeing the four members who had no idea that they had been such a solace and joy to her mother during her last months alive was too much. Somehow, she managed to say so, and with Younghyun translating to the others, as well as their general understanding of English, the smiles faded, and you watched as the four members, and even their crew, showed genuine sympathy and awe.
“We just thought we were doing a nice thing,” Sungjin said with a short laugh, rubbing the back of his head with one hand whilst he held Elle’s hand that he had reached out for when she was explaining the loss.
Dowoon had moved to give you a hug, which was comforting, more than you had expected. It was a barrier that only fan and idol could cross without it being too much, and you were thankful that all the years loving on such genuine boys had paid off. They were decent humans, and you knew you would continue to support them forever.
Wonpil cleared his throat in a quiet moment, his voice sounding a little hoarse. You realised he had cried whilst you had been in Dowoon’s embrace. “What was your Mum’s favourite song?”
You and Elle both said Deep in Love at the same time, and it went unspoken, as all four members shared a look, that they would do something. Still, as you spent the rest of the time they gave you taking pics, talking, and getting things signed, you didn’t realise how kind their final gift would be, even after they had hugged you each and truly made your lives brighter.
“Well,” Elle said, hitting play on the video you had up on the TV, the sounds of a familiar band starting up. “Good luck on stage tonight, Day6.”
“Watching this concert is a good consolation,” you mentioned, reaching for some M&Ms and nestling back into the sofa.
Elle nodded. “Would have been epic in person tonight. But how many Kiwi Myday can say they have a whole camera roll of Day6 on it?”
“And a video of them singing acapella just for them.”
“A true blessing. I still can’t believe it.” Elle grinned. “Did you know Younghyun said I was even prettier because of my tears when I realised how terrible the photos would look after I sobbed so much?”
“You’ve told me,” you reminded her kindly with a smile. “But you do look pretty in the photos.”
“Not as good as you and Wonpil in your new lockscreen photo. He was so cute when he hugged you like that.”
You tapped the screen of your phone to watch it light up, having no idea Bee had snapped you such a candid moment. Of course, the woman had come over to get a signature that they had been all too happy to give to her. What you hadn’t realised was her taking a photo of Wonpil hugging you. She didn’t hear what he had said to you when he had though, thank goodness.
“Thank you for loving us. I won’t forget this moment.”
It made you smile brighter as you got settled into watching the concert from a few years back. You were over an hour and a half in when Elle sat up suddenly, her phone in her hand.
“Holy shit. I had a friend at the concert tonight and I didn’t know. She’s just sent me something.”
“What?”
Leaning over, Elle hit play on a video to show you both. It was the large screen in Spark Arena, focusing on Younghyun, who looked over and Sungjin and then smiled.
Sungjin cleared his throat, pulling the mic closer to himself. “So we have a song that we haven’t played at any other concert on this tour.”
“Oh my God,” Elle breathed, blindly reaching out to grip your forearm.
“That’s right,” Younghyun added, grinning out at the crowd. “We met some fans at the airport the other day who couldn’t make it to the concert. They really touched us with their story why, and tonight we want them to know we’re singing a song for a special lady we wished we had gotten to meet.”
Tears started to blur the video in front of you, and Elle was openly sobbing.
Wonpil leaned into his microphone. “This song is Deep in Love, and we hope you can hear us from here, Kay.”
It was hard on the first watch through to even hear the song with how hard you were both crying. But after a few replays, you were able to enjoy the song and tribute to your family member.
Elle held the phone to her chest. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received.”
“And to think they weren’t even the real VVIPs to come in that day to the lounge.”
Elle frowned. “Was there meant to be one?”
“Yeah. Another rock group. But Day6 were definitely the band I’d rather have a meet-cute with.”
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wadduh it me again but anon version😈 dowoon x 5th member male reader where dw has the biggest crush on reader (im delulu) and literally admires him during mv filmings, photoshoots or even just normal shit SO the other members notice this behaviour and teases him about it HAHAHAHAHAHA
so let's love ( yoon dowoon )



dowoon x male!reader
dowoon can't hide his definitely-not-platonic love for his bandmate.
content : 0.4k words, fluff, idol!dowoon x 5th member!reader
( a/n ) MMMMMM DAY6 ( i'm obsessed ) this is rly short im sorry,, i rewrote it like three times and im still not that satisfied with it but its FINE

"he's doing it again.." sungjin mumbled toward wonpil beside him.
"huh?"
"dowoon," sungjin clarified, "he's doing it again."
wonpil looked over at dowoon, who was a few feet away on the photoshoot set. the group was currently taking concept photos for their next album, and dowoon's gaze was stuck rather obviously on y/n.
"i don't know what else you expected," wonpil replied. "he's obsessed."
"who's obsessed?" younghyun chimed in after just getting his makeup touched up.
"dowoon."
"oh. with y/n?"
wonpil and sungjin nodded.
"then yes," younghyun agreed.
y/n continued to change poses and expressions in front of the camera. dowoon felt mesmerized. he was supposed to go after y/n, but he didn't know how well he'd do in front of the camera after watching y/n. he might as well have fallen in love all over again.
"yoon dowoon!"
dowoon snapped out of his trance. he looked over at the rest of his group with raised brows. the color on his face turned to a deep red as he realized they'd been watching him stare at y/n. sungjin waved him over, but dowoon almost felt like ignoring him. he knew the three were bound to tease him.
dowoon walked over to them after taking one more glance at y/n, who finally met dowoon's eyes and sent him a quick smile before looking back at the camera. dowoon felt his heart skip in his chest. he looked down at his feet as he walked before stopping in front of his friends.
"so when are you guys gonna kiss?" younghyun asked.
"never, at this point," wonpil answered.
dowoon blinked, "what?"
"tsk. you and y/n. we're waiting for you and y/n to finally get together," sungjin explained.
dowoon looked back at y/n one more time.
"what do you mean?"
small sighs and groans of disappointment sounded from the others.
"you suck at being subtle dowoon. make a move on y/n already," wonpil urged while sungjin and younghyun nodded along.
"i don't think he sees me that way," dowoon protested a bit shyly.
"shut up, you two are basically each other's favorites."
"there's no way he doesn't like you too."
"dowoon, respectfully, open your fucking eyes."
dowoon continued to watch y/n as his bandmates talked. he really hoped they were right.

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To The Moon | kyh

-> pairing. idol!younghyun x non-idol!reader (f)
-> genre. fluff, established relationship
-> rating. 13+
-> w/c. 689
-> warnings. None!
-> a/n. Brian’s voice >>>
-> collection. songfic
-> started. Sept. 12th, 2020 @ 22:25
-> fin. ???
-> edited. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:15
-> divider credit. @saradika-graphics
<LISTEN TO THE SONG HERE!>
It was dark, and you were outside in the town square, sitting on a chair as you busked with some strangers.
"Fly me to the moon," you sang, smiling at the boy grinning at you through the crowd, unable to help the charisma that showed while you sang the song.
Throughout the song, Younghyun was sure that he fell for you all over again, his eyes watching you fondly. He had met you through Jae, who had introduced you as 'my sister's best friend'. You were around Sungjin's age, and you absolutely adored their music.
You had also mentioned that Dowoon was your favorite, because he was the youngest and cute as hell. Brian hand't been to happy about that conversation.
You finished the song off beautifully, staring at Brian as you sang in a gorgeous honey-voice.
"I," You smiled at him softly.
"Love," You tilted your head cutely.
"You..." You winked at him with a grin, bowing as the people around started applauding your performance.
"Waaah. Noona, that was great!" Younghyun said, welcoming you back with a hug and kiss to your cheek.
You giggled, scrunching up your face as his lips touched your cheek before he pulled away, your arms wrapping around his torso.
"Thank you."
He smiled at you stupidly, taking your hand and leading you onto one of the carts that were driving around the place, asking the driver to take you back to your hotel.
You leaned against the back of the cart as Brian leaned against the car-railing, looking out at the brightly illuminated city that was full of life and buzzing with activity.
You smiled, leaning up and off of the back of the cart to give him a warm back hug, leaning your cheek against him and sighing contentedly.
"What? You can't be tired already, can you?" He asked playfully, turning around to wrap his arms around your waist, looking down at you lovingly.
You shook your head with a pout, leaning your chin on his chest. “Not at all. I just felt like giving the guy I like a hug."
He snickered, pecking your lips and pulling away with a shit eating grin. "I thought you loved me, noona?"
"Eat shit, you brat—" You huffed angrily at him, turning away with a pout.
“Noona wait, I was kidding!"
•••
You put the key to your hotel in the keyhole, unlocking the door with a giant koala clinging to you, his head nuzzled into your shoulder. You hung up the keys and lightly pushed Younghyun off to hang up your coat. He made sure to remove his coat, too, the turtleneck he was wearing showing just the tips of his fingers.
You had managed to kick off your shoes before Brian grabbed you again, his own shoes somewhere in the corner of the room. You tried to get him off as you started nearing the bed, huffing and puffing with your effort. You turned around suddenly, yelling at him tiredly before squealing as your knees hit the back of the bed, in turn making you loose your footing.
"오모!—" You grunted as you landed on your back, Younghyun hovering over you. He watched you with slowly dilating pupils. You chuckled, leaning up to kiss him slowly, pulling away just as you noticed him trying to deepen the kiss, making him chase after you hastily. He whined when you 'tsked' at him, smirking playfully when you pushed him off and moved further up the bed.
"Not now, Foxy. I'm tired." He pouted at you childishly, nevertheless getting in next to you and wrapping himself around you. He sighed comfortably, pressing his nose into the nook of your neck before softly singing the same song from the busking station to you. You closed your eyes blissfully, smiling as you heard him whisper: 'I, love, you...'
You turned around, kissing his nose and brushing a strand of hair from his face.
"I love you too, my little fox." He smiled at you, kissing you before making you nuzzle your head under his chin, playing with your hair until the two of you fell asleep.
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How Day6 would react to them being your first kiss
AN: requested by anon, i hope this was what you were after! i tried my best, and i think it turned out alright (rest of the members under the cut)
Sungjin
as i’ve said before in another reaction, sungjin imo opinion dates to marry (or an equivalent if marriage is not for you, as though i get the vibe he’s quite traditional, for the right person he would be very easily convinced)
so he treats all of his relationships as if they’re going to be The One
this means he probably has reasonable experience with a small number of long term-ish relationships
so you’re not his first, but he has a good idea on how to treat you
your first kiss will probably not come along that early in the relationship
taking things slow is a must, and an idea you can get behind
so when it finally comes round, and you admit that he’ll be your first kiss, he’s secretly over the moon
because it means he’s found someone who understands and get things like he does
but also so he can make sure it goes right
he’s not super confident with his skills or anything lol, not like that
just he knows that he will make sure it’s under your parameters
you’d probably ask him to lead you, since you’re not particularly sure what you’re doing
and he would be so careful when he presses his lips to yours, lightly tipping your chin with the curl of his index finger and the pad of his thumb
the kiss would be short and very chaste, a starting point for you to make your way from and into the deep end if you wanted to
it would probably leave you wanting more not long after but
you go at your own pace
after all, he’s pretty sure that this time you are The One, and that means you have all the time in the world
Jae
this boy has probably got experience
come on, with a voice like that, with humour like that, with a smile like that, with his deep moments and kindness
ok im preaching to the choir here
the point is, he’s probably kissed a lot of people
so when kissing comes up
and it’ll come up pretty quick imo because he’s probably quite affectionate as a partner
he’s going to find it adorable that you haven’t had your first yet
but it’s no problem, he’ll just be extra gentle—tho let’s be real, i can’t really picture him being anything much different lol
he woudn’t be as cautious as sungjin, and just ask whenever he felt the moment was right, and won’t take it too personally if you tell him ‘not yet’
when the yes comes, he’ll start slow
it’ll probably be one of those long ones, the light ones that make you linger and hang onto the end, waiting for the next part to come
once you part, if you don’t erupt into giggles and blushed cheeks, he’ll happily offer you another, deeper one
there’s one thing for sure, it’ll easily become a staple of your romantic relationship, so prepare for kisses everywhere sksksk
Younghyun
ugh the romance
look, he’s charismatic, he’s confident
if it’s your first kiss, he’s gonna make sure it’s the best first kiss you could ever have
i imagine he’s more of a spur of the moment kind of guy
if you’re akin to a heroine of a jane austen-esque novel (like me) and would prefer to be asked first then let him know, he’ll remember and will do so
otherwise, he’ll wait for the perfect moment before he leans in, quiet like the movies, or with something suave to say
he will take the lead, so just relax because you’re not going to know what to do but you’re in good hands
will hold the small of your back or cup your cheek as your lips meet, and it’ll probably be the definition of sparks igniting
probably the most passionate first kiss of the lot, and it will be unforgettable
lucky
Wonpil
now first appearances would dictate that wonpil has limited experience
but then again, if you think back to when you were a baby myday, if you were told one member of day6 had a tattoo, would you have guessed it was pil?
yeah, that logic may apply here too
regardless somewhat of his history, i have a feeling that if he’s had his first kiss, it perhaps wasn’t that important or memorable and neither kinda were some of the ones that followed :/
either way he’s going to find the fact that you want him to be your first kiss absolutely heartbreakingly adorable
and he’ll probably tell you that
guy’s got little shame
he’s also highly affectionate, so kissing is important to him
meaning that there’s a lot riding on the first kiss of the lot
and it would come up really quick
as soon as it’s brought up, he will immediately enquire if you want to have it then
you’d probably be snuggling on the sofa alone when it comes up so don’t worry about privacy, that’s taken care for
no matter when you agree, he’ll be all smiles when it happens, but with a certain steel in his eyes
he probably wouldn’t consider himself the best kisser, but he wants your first to be good (otherwise yo might not ever kiss him again and that would be very bad) and so he resolves himself to giving you the best first wonpil kiss he can give you
since you don’t know what you’re doing, he’d probably encourage you by telling you to follow his lead and just do what feels right
will try and lead you as best he can, though it’s not his speciality. even if he initiated it, he would usually let his partners lead him before tbh
the kiss ends up being probably very soft, lasting mere moments but feeling like much longer
as you pull away, he would quickly dip back in a plant a very quick and final one upon your lips, before meeting your eyes again
the two of yu are probably quite shy afterwards, so cuddles are what follows
but slowly it will become instinct, and you may find yourself initiating them even more than he does
Dowoon
look, im 78% sure dowoon has only had one relationship in his life that probably didn’t last super long either
so first kiss, 50/50 on whether he’s even had it yet himself
and if he did, he probably didn’t learn much from it, or maybe even enjoy it :(
now that he’s come out of his shell a bit more, he’s able to put himself in a relationship again, this time for the best reasons, and once again is in a position to take that next step
so intrinsically, neither of you know what you’re doing
but that’s ok! you’re in the same boat, and you can learn together, which is arguably the best way—there’s no guilt or as much embarrassment
so after a while, when the two of you are ready, and you’ve probably spoken about it a bit (though perhaps not extensively, unless you are a lot more forward than he is) the time will come
it’s probably not in a place that screams ‘special’ but it’ll be safe and easy and comfortable, and it’ll be worth it in itself rather than for the circumstances around it
it’s probably awkward, but once you figure positioning after a brief nose bump, it’s not too bad
yeah you probably have to wrack your brains for kiss scenes you’ve watched in dramas and movies for a vague idea, but it goes well!
for a first kiss
where neither party really knows what to do
:)
as time goes on, you’ll grow more confident
and tho dowoon doesn’t give off strong kissing vibes as being his primary form of physical affection (more of a hand-holder if you ask me), i think it would grow more common, though only in the private sphere
though don’t underestimate the power of head and temple kisses in public
it will ruin you just wait
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please note that I am no longer actively writing for day6 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in these groups have either been put in the vault or recasted.
»» Creature Feature
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»» Creature Feature '20: The Summoning ♧ p.sungjin
➥ 7.4k; Sungjin is an incubus that hasn’t seen any action in years. So when Y/N summons him, thinking she can make a deal with him for power, Sungjin is more than willing to play her little game. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Sungjin doesn’t make those kinds of deals. But that doesn’t mean summoning him will be a complete waste of time, right?
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➥ 11.2k; Being cursed a werecat, Wonpil often wishes he’d been bitten by a werewolf. Instead of turning into a fearsome half man, half beast every full moon, he turns into an eight pound black house cat. What will happen one night when he gets rescued by a witch named Y/N and taken to her cottage in the woods?
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Hey if possible could you do a Day6 imagine when you're talking to a member and they confess they like you, even though you're dating another member?
Thank you 💖
anon 😭 let's bring the heartbreak shall we...
written in sungjin's pov:
i was walking to our meeting place, the place we always met up to catch up with each other, the corner café. i was going to meet y/n. we've been friends for a while now and i've always adored her, taken care of her. we've grown, laughed and made a lot of fun memories together. but i only realized my feelings for her when she started dating someone. i found myself being mad and annoyed and jealous specially and it wasn't until i found myself wishing that she was with me instead of him did my feelings come to light. and i felt so stupid, why didn't i realize earlier?
should i tell her or not? i know she's in a relationship right now but how long am i supposed to keep it in? i also didn't want to ruin our friendship. would she feel weird to still be friends with me after i confess? i've been thinking about this all week and it's been weighing me down. even now, whenever i see her, all i can think of how i wish she was with me - i know it's selfish. i actually had a moment of doubt about whether i should meet her today but i still went because i missed her. i wanted to see her, especially her smile, it just makes my heart flip.
i found her sitting at our usual spot, early as always and she waved to me, with a delighted smile on her face. "hey there", i say, sitting down opposite her.
"i already ordered, the usual right?", she asks and i nod.
we talk for a bit and catch up for a while but after while, i kind of zone out because i'm still contemplating about telling her or not.
"hey? you okay?", she asks.
"yeah", i say with a nervous laugh.
"what's up? there's something on your mind right?", she says, reading my mind.
"no-", but she cuts me off by giving me a look and i shrug.
"fine...it's just that...i know that you're in a relationship but", i start, sighing as i look at her, not sure how to say it to her.
"but what?", she perks up, leaning forward.
"i..i like you y/n, i've liked you for a while now but i was too dumb and only realized my feelings for you when you starting dating him. i wasn't going to tell you first but...", i confess softly. she doesn't say anything.
just then she looks out the window. "it's snowing", she says with a small smile. i turned my head to look out and it was snowing, soft, white flecks falling from the sky. we watched the snow fall together, the white flurry pouring down steadily. i realized at i watched the snow that i didn't feel heavy anymore. i would wait for her answer, whether it was a nice one or not, i'm sure we could come to an understanding
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Day6 react to you "calling” another guy

Thanks so much for liking it! I actually had a lot of fun coming up with these scenarios! (LINK for those of you who haven’t read it)
Jae
It was late into the evening and you and Jae are finishing up cleaning after dinner. Being the cheeky devil you are you decided to pull a little prank. Walking over to the couch you sat down and pulled out your phone, “Hey what’s up JUSTIN! You haven’t called me in a while and I just wanna know how you been?... Good good, oh me? I just ate dinner, yeah not much happening right now.” Listening from the other side of the kitchen washing dishes, Jae begins to get confused since name he hasn’t heard ever, Justin? Who’s Justin?! Y/n’s never talked about him before. That Justin guy better not get near Y/n. “A date? At the movies? Tomorrow at 7-”, interrupting your lil act your boyfriend comes storming in, “HEY WAIT A MINUTE NOW WHO DOES THIS CHUMP THINK HE IS?!” You laugh hysterically, wheezing while trying to capture this moment of him in his angry stance, “Babe it was just a prank 😂🤳.” You turn around to show him your phone, there was nothing on the screen except a cute photo of you two. Speechless, he still even had his bright yellow dish gloves on, holding a sponge in one hand and a spoon on the other, “Oh you are so done. C’MERE YOU😤 ” The night ended with Jae chasing you around the house trying to catch you with his wet soapy gloves still on, “COME ON BABE YOU AT LEAST OWE ME A HUG AFTER ALL THAT!”
Sungjin
My goodness, this man would just stop in his tracks as he listens to your so called conversation with “Kyle”🤭. Good thing your back was facing him, otherwise your wide grin would’ve ruined the whole thing. You planned on doing this prank as soon as he gets home from work. Hearing the keys entering the lock and the knob turning, you proceed with the prank. “Haha yeah I remember that... Me? KYLE you’re asking me if I’m free tomorrow?” Being the protective boyfriend he is, Sungjin starts to get a little mad, “Alright I’ve had enough of this.” he murmured. Walking over to you, Sungjin lightly taps your shoulder and motions his hand to let you give him your phone to give “Kyle” a piece of his mind, “Hey Kyle, this is Sungjin, I’m not sure if you know me or are aware of our relationship but I’m Y/n’s BOYFRIEND, I repeat, B. F. BOYFRIEND. So run along now and go ask out someone else because she/he’s taken buddy.” Hearing you giggle from his passive aggressive response to “Kyle”, he turns to you with a confused face, “What? I can’t just let some random guy take my girl/boy can I?”, “Babe look at the screen.” Looking over to your phone, he sees the notes app being opened up with the words, “Who’s Kyle? Sounds like a made up guy to me ;)” Congrats, your boyfriend is now jaw dropped, and eyes widened 😲. “You little-”
Young K
The only member to catch onto your little joke in my opinion. But before finding out, he’d just stare at you like “ಠ_ಠ... So you just gonna let this happen huh?” In between your guys’ dinner, you decided to pull the prank, needless to say, saying another guy’s name was all it took for Younghyun to completely stop eating. With a mouth full of spaghetti he continues to listen, *What’s he saying? Is he asking you out?!* he mouthed. You shook your head, *Not telling*, I guess that’s what made him think that it could possibly be a prank, which it was. Being the annoying Brian he is and wanting to test his so called “theory”, he did what any boyfriend would do, or any annoying, crazy, and out of their mind kind of boyfriend would do. Thank god it wasn’t a real call because it would have been a major rollercoaster trying to explain this man’s actions. “OHH Y/N! GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”, “YOUNGHYUN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”, “YEAH JUST LIKE THAT BABY MMM RIGHT THERE YEAH THAT’S THE SPOT!” At this point you’d have to stop, god you could see the smug written all over his face, “You think you can prank me like that? I don’t think so babe 😘.” Needless to say, never make him suspicious during any REAL phone calls otherwise you’ll be in royally big trouble 😅
Wonpil
I actually think Wonpil wouldn’t do anything, he’d just sit there not knowing what to do and kinda just wallow in sorrow around the house all day until you’d have to tell him that if was just a prank. “Babe what’s wrong? You’ve been walking around the house and looking like someone sucked the energy outta you.”, “Well I don’t know.. just leave me alone and go over to TYLER’S place because he asked you to come over and it SEEMS like he’s a funnier guy than me. >:( ” Lowkey about to be on the verge of tears until you started laughing over his jealous and bratty state, you walk over to him and squish his cheeks, making his lips pucker out in a cute way. “It was just a prank Wonpil, a skit, a one man show. I just wanted to see how you would react if it actually were to happen.” This poor boy would just stay quiet for a few seconds, trying to put 2 and 2 together 😂, “So Tyler isn’t a real person 🥺️?” “No babe he is not.” You and I and the whole myday community both know that Wonpil is the crybaby in the group so you best believe the waterworks will start flowing. “WAAAAAGHHHHHH”, making ugly sobbing noises with a running nose starting to form. “OH BABY NO I’M SORRY I WON’T DO THAT AGAIN I PROMISE!” Looks like you’re going to him a coddle him up with lots of kisses and I love yous because the poor man just went through a whole set of emotions within those few hours. Lesson learned, this man’s level of emotions will be the downfall of him someday.
Dowoon
Chilling on the couch, Dowoon has not given you any attention what so ever this whole evening, instead he focused all his attention on his Nintendo switch. “Woonieee~ can we cuddle 🥺️?” Only to hear his response a few seconds later, “Sorry Y/n I gotta finish these last levels, I’m so close to getting to gold tier.” A few minutes later~ You come back to the couch with your phone in hand and up to your ear, “Yeah I could eat... Chipotle sounds great... see you in 10..JOSH.” Pretty sure it took him a few minutes to comprehend what just happened, when he did his fingers slipped leading to the game console to fall on his face. He gets up and goes over to you, mouthing the words *Y/n what are you doing 😕.* Ignoring him, you proceed with your act, “Oh are you on your way right now?” purposely smiling. Dowoon snaps and grabs your phone, lifting his arm way up into the air so you wouldn’t be able to reach it. “HEY DOWOON GIVE IT B-”, “I’LL CUDDLE WITH YOU FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT AND GIVE YOU FULL ATTENTION JUST PLEASE DON’T GO SEE A RANDOM DUDE OK!”, “Oh ok 😏”, “Wait what.” Confused over your quick response, he brings his arm back down and looks down at the screen, “Google search: Ways to get your boyfriend’s attention... Number 1- Pretend you’re calling another man.” Dowoon looks up at you like he’s just seen a dead man, “Y/n I lost all my progress because of you.” Giggling, “Yes I know,” you say, skipping happily to the bedroom, “Now quit standing around it’s time for cuddles 😊.” Laughing in disbelief over your whole act, “You’re lucky I love you.”, “Yes yes I love you too now get your cute ass over here.”
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Lean on Me | Day6 Anniversary Prompt #1
Full anniversary countdown challenge
D-13 : Lean on me
Genre: DAY6 x reader : siblings au // a bit fluff?
Description: After an exhausting class, an unexpected rainfall and a pile of homeworks and responsibilities given to you from the school, you feel sick. You don't want you brothers to know not until Sungjin told you to lean on them when you need it no matter what.
Word Count: 1,413 words
Rain is pouring hard. Forgot to bring your umbrella, you rush on the road towards your house and you open the front door while catching your breath.
Silence greeted you and the lights are off. That means your brothers are not home yet.
You quickly change your clothes and open your laptop that is on your study table. You didn't mind taking a bath and didn't care if you will catch a cold. Your school tasks are more important.
You are the president of your class and due to your school's annual festival coming, you are assigned to do several things for your section. Plus homework that is due tomorrow, you can't help but finish all of these quickly.
An hour later, you feel cold so you touch your neck.
Shoot. You reach your thermometer and monitor your body temperature. You're sick. Great.
But you didn't mind, You should finish the pile of works first.
You keep on working without a break until 11:30 pm. The surroundings are getting colder so you wear your jacket and your glasses because your eyes are sore. When you feel that your body wants to surrender you decided to drink water downstairs.
"Y/N? You're still awake?"
You jumped, and almost spill your drink. You turned and saw your brother, Sungjin along with your older brothers putting their instruments in the living room.
"Umm.. yes, that's why you see me here right?"
You are the youngest of the group. Jae the oldest, followed by Sungjin, Younghyun, Wonpil, Dowoon then you. Your brothers are a group of talented musicians. Each of them can play their respective instruments. You even told them that you are talentless and can't play but you didn't know that Jae and Wonpil saw you playing their guitar and piano alone in the living room a long ago. So they can say you have the skill too.
"But you're supposed to be in your room and sleeping tight right?" Younghyun said. "It's past your curfew."
"No, I woke up because I'm thirsty," Of course it's a lie. You are rushing to finish your homework so you can plan about the tasks given by your teacher for your school's annual festival. Plus you are sick! What an unfortunate event!
Due to their hectic and stressful schedules and they have problems with their upcoming album, you didn't tell them about what happened to your school and yourself lately. You did not want to cause more problems for them.
You have no plan of telling this condition you have right now either. So you decided to keep it by yourself.
You forced a smile and wave as you put your glass on the table and walk towards the stairs, "I'll go back to sleep, good night!"
Before you could reach the first staircase, Someone grip your left arm turns out its Dowoon.
"But can I ask if-- wait you're hot! Are you sick?" Oh no.
"N-no!"
Your sight is blurry, because of your condition. Among the group, you have a weak immune system than them. But you tried to hold on.
That's when Sungjin took his steps and stop towards you with his concerned look. He touches your forehead. "Yah Y/N! Wh--"
Before he can continue you collapse on the floor. You tried to keep awake, but the darkness swallowed you.
*
You flutter your eyes open and feel the coldness on your forehead. It was Wonpil who applies a wet cloth to your head.
"Oh Y/N-shii, why did you lie?"
You are in your room. Wonpil is beside you. You also noticed that Younghyun is in his serious look on your study table, reading your science textbook while glancing at the homework on your laptop.
"You should go back to sleep," he put the cloth on a basin of water and squeezed it so the water will come out, and put it back on your head.
"N-no I should take care of the homework first."
"Y/N I think you should rest first," At last Younghyun took off his eyes on the textbook and look in your direction. "Take it too slow okay? You should rest, I'll take care of your homework."
Now you feel guilty. They are already stressed about their work, in producing music. Then you are sick-- You can't help but tell the truth on how you catch this fever and apologize. If you bought your umbrella, you shouldn't end up here. But everything happened in a blink of an eye.
"I-"
Wonpil glance from Younghyun to you, "Hmm?"
"I'm s-sorry. If I bought my umbrella and didn't overwork myself, this didn't happen..."
"No, it's not your fault, don't apologize," Dowoon entered the scene with medicine and water, "I think we should blame the rain for what they did to you."
You can't help but chuckle. Dowoon didn't fail to make you smile despite your sick, but his look turns serious and walks towards you as you tried to sit while Wonpil assisting you, "But why lie?"
But your brothers couldn't believe it that you lied for the first time in front of them. You always tell the truth because all of you promised not to keep secrets. Or it seems.
But you have your valid reason... Sometimes it's better to lie...
"Y-you knows, I'm just worried... All of you are so busy with your work. And here I am causing trouble.." The rest looked at you but you look down and proceed, "...But here you guys are, taking care of me."
Jae also entered the scene and took a glance at you before walking forward. When he walked closer you noticed your favorite food on your signature plate.
"Because we care for you!" Both Wonpil and Dowoon replied in unison.
"That's how family works right?" Wonpil added. "You are our youngest! Of course, you are deserved to be cared for and loved."
"Tchh. cheesy," Jae muttered that only you and he can only hear. The younger darted a glare at the latter before looking back to you.
"Oh and Sungjin said that you are not going to school tomorrow," Jae put your food on the table beside Wonpil. "He already told your teacher, and you better get well first."
"But--"
"So stubborn," You heard Dowoon whisper who is now sitting beside Younghyun.
You thanked them for the food and started eating, moments later Younghyun finally finished your homework and decided to sit near you and talk about the things that happened while they are making their songs.
Sungjin finally entered your room minutes later. He was carrying a paper with music notes probably a music sheet. You insist on them to sleep but they don't want to because they want to monitor you due to your weak immune system.
*
You woke up and you don't feel sick anymore. You are the only one in your and glance at the clock on your table. 6:02 AM.
Wait, Sunrise!
Since childhood, you love sunrise and sunsets. It fascinates you how the yellow ball of fire, also known as the sun, slowly going up to the sky (or going down the horizon)
You find yourself rushing towards the rooftop. And to your surprise, Your brothers are there sitting on the long chair. When you close the door, it creates a loud thug that made them look at you.
"As expected," Younghyun smiled as you walk towards them.
"You guys have work right?"
"Yep but we will go there by afternoon," Sungjin answered as you sit between them.
Silence takes over the scene as you don't know what to say or start a conversation.
But Sungjin broke the silence first by calling your name.
"Y/N."
You turned to him with a questioning look but turn into a smile after you heard what he said.
"I hope that you don't hesitate to tell the truth next time. We also appreciate why you didn't tell us what happened to you."
"And you can lean to us and rest if you need it," Jae added. "I know you are independent but in the time when you need us the most, just say it."
"And don't lie," Younghyun said. "That's the golden rule of the house."
"And don't worry we are right behind you!" Wonpil smiled as he looks back at the rising sun.
You love peaceful moments like this. And from now on, you won't lie to them ever again.
-Eunhee-shii
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A Gingerbread Success?
Summary: Setting up gingerbread houses is a lot more difficult than one would believe.
Oneshot
Fluff, Established Relationship au
Word Count: 922
Dowoon X Reader
Requested: For your 12 days of christmas could i request number 4 w/ dowoon from day6 if you don’t mind? happy holidays btw!
Prompt: 4. Making gingerbread houses (and failing miserably).
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After Christmas shopping for the past week, it's finally time to buy our Christmas dinner. We walk around the grocery store, picking up what we need until we reach the seasonal aisle; “You wanna make gingerbread houses?” He asks as we pass a large stand of different gingerbread creations. I smile over at him, “Heck yeah!” He grins and grabs two houses, one for each of us. And with that, we decided to check out. The two of us discussed our ideas of what we wanted our gingerbread houses to look like all the way home. “Where the roof aligns, I’m placing a row of gumdrops.” He grins, “I think I’m going to make them look like shingles.”
We rush inside the house, putting away all the groceries and clearing the kitchen counter. He opens the boxes as I grab us both something to drink while we create our gingerbread houses. Once we open them, we start breaking them apart and leaning the pieces against each other to see which one goes where. He grabs the icing first and starts icing two sides to each other. I put icing all around in a square to glue the pieces to the plate, and at first, it’s working well as I ice the sides together. When the wall closest to me starts falling inwards, they all follow along and fold in a pile. I groan and look over at Dowoon’s set-up, and he’s holding two pieces together. He lets go, and they stand with ease, and he does the same to the next two panels. I rebuild, holding them down and together, not letting them fall in or anything. When I think it’s; finally, set up I move my hands away, and it stays standing. I grin and raise my arms in triumph and see Dowoon is putting the roof on his house. Slow and steady wins the race. I remind myself as I take a sip of water. I ice the roof together and make sure they’re stuck together when I hear a loud whine as I go to place my roof on top. And look over to see Dowoon’s pieces slowly sliding outwards as he tries to hold them from doing such. And the roof collapses inward, and he pouts at the house, and I laugh. I manage to get my house together as Dowoon puts slabs of icing on each side, sticking them together. I grin and watch him stick his tongue out in concentration, “Wow,” I sigh out. He looks up and goes, “Huh?” I smile, “I can’t believe how cute you are.” His ears turn bright red, and he looks down, focusing on his work, “Can you believe how much icing these are taking?” He says, trying to deflect my comment. I roll my eyes and reach my arm across to hold his hand that isn’t covered in icing. He puts his hand in mine, “Your cuter..." He mumbles, and I smile, “Not as cute as you.” He whines, “Oh my gosh” I laugh and bring my lips to his hand and kiss it before pulling my hand away. As my arm goes to its resting spot, I must have miscalculated how far away I put my glass of water from my project. And it floods the entire plate before I even have time to react. I quickly take the glass back and try to recover the pieces I can as it succumbs to the flood. I whine, and it’s Dowoon’s turn to laugh, and I pout, “Well, at least one of our houses will be edible.” I put my ruined gingerbread pieces soaked with water in the trash bin.
I clean up my section, and he starts putting gumdrops on the roof. I sit down and watch him diligently place them when he looks over at me, “Wanna help?” I nod and start laying the ‘shingles’, gumdrops, on the other side of the roof, and little candies on the sides of the house. I grab a pink candy and dab some ‘glue’ on it before placing it on as the doorknob. I look over at him, and he goes, “Finished?” I nod, and he smiles, and he takes a picture of the house, “I think Mydays will love this!” I grin, “I think so too, Dowoonie.” His eyes turn red as he posts it to his Instagram, and we clean up the area. “We should have bought ginger people.” He tells me, and I nod, “We should have. Let’s buy them next time!” He nods, and we pinky promise as we hear a noise that sounds an awful lot like a cookie crumbling. Just to look over and see the front panel, completely gain away and crack under pressure. We look over at each other and sigh, “When the cookie crumbles,...” I start, and he gives me a brilliant grin that I can’t help but replicate as he goes, “We shall eat!” I laugh, and he goes over to the gingerbread house and holds one side of the roof. “Like a wishbone?” He asks, and I grab the other side, and we both close our eyes as we make a wish before breaking it apart. “We couldn’t let such a nice cookie house go to waste.” I nod, “You’re absolutely right.” We both eat our sides of the roof, “I thought with how much icing you put on the cookies, they would be cemented to each other. He shakes his head with a laugh, “You and me both.”
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pancakes, not parties



⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ uni au!wonpil x reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
♡ genre/warnings: fluff <3
♡ word count: 1,415 words
♡ author’s note: for the may challenge :) i know not a lot of people read/write day6 but it brings me immense joy, so here!
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if there's one thing you're sure of, it's that you can never look at baby blue button ups quite the same ever again.
nothing can convince you that this particular article of clothing would belong anywhere other than on the lithe frame of kim wonpil.
he's leaning against the wall opposite the kitchen, beer in one hand, while the other is stuffed into his jeans pocket, bobbing his head along to whatever dowoon appears to be talking animatedly about. you're too far away to hear a single word, but it seems like he must've said something funny, because the next thing you know, you're being assaulted by the single most brightest smile in the entire universe.
oh, you were down bad.
you've spoken to wonpil before on multiple occasions, so you had the slightest inkling that perhaps what dowoon said wasn't even that funny - it's just that wonpil is so easily amused; so easily reduced to a fit of giggles.
"hey, you've got a bit of drool there." your friend and partner-in-crime, sungjin, reminds you, saving you the last shreds of your dignity.
you don't waste the opportunity to elbow him in the ribs. "quit it, park."
he rolls his eyes. "i don't get it. if you're that into him, why don't you just go up to him and talk to him like a normal person?"
"yeah but," you rack your brains for a believable excuse. honestly, sometimes you hated how sunjin could see right through you. "i don't know - he's him, i'm me. i'm shy."
"didn't you say the two of you were partners in a group assignment?"
you nod, but then switch to verbally affirming his statement, given that the two of you are standing in a corner of a frat party with deafening music and poor strobe lighting. "we haven't even met up to discuss anything yet though."
"seriously, y/n, this is the perfect opportunity. don't waste it." he pats you on the shoulder before walking over to the kitchen to refill his drink.
you sigh, mostly to yourself. sungjin was right - why were you such a coward in the face of love? it might have something to do with the fact that you may or may not have been enamoured with kim wonpil since you first laid eyes on him three years ago in the lecture hall. but by some magical stroke of luck, the universe had brought you together in the form of a soul-crushing group assignment worth 50% of your grade.
perhaps it was time to seize the day, as they say.
"oops - i'm so sorry!" a girl bumps into your shoulders, spilling half of her drink on the floor next to you. thankfully, your shoes and clothes were spared, but the two of you simultaneously gasped in shock.
"hey!" the dj calls from the makeshift stage. "no glass breaking in this household! you break it, you pay!"
"it's totally fine, don't worry about it." you brush her off. the attention from the dj made you flush a bit, but considering how you were largely unscathed, you try not to pay too much attention to the little mishap.
it seems like someone was, though.
"hey, isn't that the girl from your class?" dowoon asks, eyebrows piqued in curiosity.
"yeah," wonpil replies, somewhat dreamily. he watches from afar as you flash the other girl a forgiving smile and go back to people-watching. to him, you stuck out like a sore thumb, but not in a bad way. no, not at all.
he's been watching you, since the beginning of your classes together. he knows all your little quirks, like how you tilt your notebook to 45 degrees and insist on using blue pens at all times, or the way you chew on your pen lid and tap your feet against the ground before raising your hand to contribute in class. he memorises your features, the way you scrunch up your eyebrows when you don't quite follow what the tutor is saying, or how your nose scrunches at the vaguest scent of coffee. he also knows, that when you're short on time on thursdays and have to run across the campus to your next class, that you pull up your delivery app and order a jjajangmyeon, with a sunny-side up egg, and no peas. he knows.
"she's cute, huh."
wonpil sucks in a breath. "dowoon, watch it."
"what? she's a free woman!"
wonpil's ears heat up as his heart twists in jealousy. "she's not." he insists with gritted teeth.
dowoon eyes his hyung. in the dim light, he could make out the determined look on his face, and the refusal to make eye contact is a dead giveaway that he's discovered a secret. "ah, i get it."
"what? what is there to get? there's nothing to get. you don't know anything."
"woah, woah." dowoon backs off with a surrender motion of his hands. "calm down, hyung. all i'm saying is, if you don't make the move, someone else will."
you go about scanning the crowd, unaware of any conversations revolving you. the dj is, for the lack of better word, awful today, and you can't believe that the dance floor is actually occupied with moving bodies. you clock sungjin in the kitchen, chatting up some girl you've never seen before. well, at least one of us is getting some tonight, you thought to yourself.
just as your gaze drifts back to its usual resting place, you find yourself frozen.
the pair of eyes you've been trying to avoid all night, is staring right back at you.
you gasp, and feel your heart threaten to leap right out of your chest.
wonpil waves, and flashes you a smile that lights up your entire night.
you return the wave, smiling back nervously.
the strobe lights fall on his face, painting him an uncanny shade of green and red. he's laughing now - at what, you're not sure, but you find yourself mirroring his actions, and taking a small sip of liquid courage.
oh shit -
he's walking towards you.
he's taking such huge strides, too. were his legs always this long? his hair is styled so nicely today. does he really have to run his fingers through it like that? what is he - ?
"hey." he says breathlessly.
"hey." you reply, equally as winded. your mind briefly short-circuits at the knowledge that he's standing right before you. you've spoken to him several times in the past, to be fair, but never in a non-academic setting, and certainly never in a social setting with alcohol involved and very loud (shitty) music.
"so," he begins, placing his two hands deep into his pockets and shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet. "are you hungry?"
you laugh. and like, full-on, high-pitched, borderline unhinged laughter. "what?"
"this party is boring, and honestly," he shrugs his shoulders, eyes peering down at you. "i'm kinda hungry." he smiles at your reaction, enamoured by every single thing that you do. he leans in closer, with the intention of making his every word heard crystal clear to you, and your senses are instantly invaded with the fresh scent of his aftershave. mint, and clean. you feel weak at the knees. "besides, i'd much rather have pancakes with you."
you gulped. "sure." you squeaked.
and that's how, at 12:31 am, you found yourself sitting next to wonpil at a booth in ihop, sharing a plate of warm pancakes. he insisted on bananas, and you could never go without strawberries, so it was a no-brainer, and ordering took next to no time. which was perfect, because once the pancakes arrived, you had already exchanged one too many shy smiles and nervous giggles.
and you were proud of yourself. you didn't even flinch in shock or melt in pure bliss as he reached across the sticky table and placed his warm, large hands on yours, thumb stroking your skin with tenderness that made you want to combust into a thousand little pieces.
nor did you bat an eyelid when he carved out a bite-sized piece of pancake, topped with the perfect cream-to-syrup ratio (aka. drenched with syrup, and a smidge of cream) and a slice of strawberry, and proceeded to fed it to you.
oh, and let's not mention the part where his eyes followed your cream-stained lips, entranced as your tongue peeks out to lick off the excess.
let's just say, that was the start, and well, the rest is history.
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DOWOON FIC RECS

ONESHOTS
Fluffball - dowoon and puppies [3.1k]
Band Sessions: Dowoon [2.7k]
Are You Drunk? - coworkers, IT, broken laptop [1.2k]
DRABBLES
Water Fight! - neighbors, dog sitting, bath incidents [.6k]
Cafe Crush - Dowoon has a crush on the barista [.4k]
Love Me, Love Me Not - plucking flowers [.3k]
Hopelessly in Love - “so in love w her idk what to do” [.5k]
TIMESTAMPS
3:19am - tired
3:42am - Mariocart lovers
8:13am - this made me laugh too loud
8:25am - staring while he sleeps, birthday, “one day”
5:33pm - you have to study
BLURBS
Claw Machine
TEXTS
Dowoon Teases You - “bring what?”
Subtle and Natural w Bf Dowoon
BULLETPOINTS
Boyfriend!Dowoon - smorebin
Boyfriend!Dowoon - tinybinnie
Cartoonist!Dowoon
College AU Dowoon
Friends to Lovers!Dowoon
He Gets Injured - volleyball
Highschool!Dowoon
Prince!Dowoon
Soulmate!Dowoon
Uni!Dowoon
UniStudent!Dowoon - music technology & art major
[main masterlist] [day6 masterlist] updated 5-18-21
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8:04 pm
“why are you staring?” you mumble, glancing up slightly from the project you’ve been working on for the past few hours. your tired eyes meet wonpil’s as he stares at you, taking in your appearance of messy hair that you’d thrown into a bun on the top of your head, chunky glasses perched on the end of your nose, and outfit that consisted of joggers and one of his oversized sweatshirts.
“i thought you only existed in a fairytale.”
he breathes out, and you can’t help the faint blush that rises to you cheeks while you roll your eyes before putting your focus back on your work. however wonpil just continues to stare, taking in every detail of you and wishing he could freeze frame this moment to live in for the rest of his life.
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I’m Serious | k.yh



-> pairing. Kang Younghyun (Brian) x f!reader
-> genre. fluff, humor
-> rating. 13+
-> w/c. 1840
-> warnings. none!
-> a/n. English is spoken in bold!
-> collection. songfic
-> started. Sep. 3rd, 2020 @ 01:11
-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:22
-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:59
-> divider credit. @saradika-graphics
You bounce up and down as you see the Jeep park near the beach house where you and your friends would be staying for the weekend.
The houses lined along the beach were like something you'd find in a movie or TV show, with the brightly painted wooden walls and straw roofs and small steps leading up to the porch that gave a spectacular view of the beach. There was a hammock on the porch, along with a beach chair that looked like it would cave in under the weight of a book.
As the five of your friends started hopping out of the car, you ran to them as best you could in a pair of slops (flip-flops), hugging everyone with welcoming squeals of excitement.
You had gotten there a day earlier since you got off work sooner than they did. There would be three people in a room since the house was pretty small, each room decked with one bunk bed and a single bed with a bedside table and one shared closet. Thankfully you hadn't packed all too much, considering that you were only spending the weekend, and left plenty of space for the guys.
"Y/N! It's so good to see you!" Jae said as you leaned up to hug him, a bright smile aimed at you. You replied with a weird groan of agreement before moving to hug Dowoon and Wonpil at the same time, since they were closest to you.
"I feel like you've grown again," you said with a playful jab to Dowoon's ribs, laughing as Wonpil nodded and muttered something about sharing his height with everyone. Dowoon blushed as he whined childishly.
"Noona," he whined, making you giggle and pinch his cheek gently.
"I'm just teasing, Dowoonie, go ahead and check out the house with Jae and Wonpil." You smiled after him as he ran off with his back, waddling after his hyungs cutely. Shaking your head you turned to Sungjin who had been fondly watching you interact with the youngest, rolling his eyes and smiling stupidly.
"Hey, noona. It's been too long." He said as he leaned down to hug you, a lot more relaxed than the rest of your clique, pulling away and grabbing two bags in each hand. You ruffled his hair and watched him walk off after the others, a smile on your face. Before you could turn around to greet him, arms slipped around your waist, a gentle weight resting against your shoulder with breath fanning against your jaw.
"Jagiya..." Younghyun drawled, trying to act cute. You rolled your eyes but turned around with a smile, facing a pouty fox who looked like he was on the verge of throwing a tantrum.
"Why do you always greet everyone before me? Your boyfriend?"
"Because, dummy." You pushed your finger against his forehead harshly, giggling as you spoke, noticing him going cross-eyed. "They need reassurance of my love more than you do."
"Yah! I also need your attention!" He shouted with a large smile, picking you up at your waist and lifting you up, making you shout to put you down and hit weakly at his shoulders. When he finally set you down you giggled, leaning against him, figurative hearts in your eyes as he leant down to kiss you. You gave him a short peck before telling him to grab his things and come on inside.
"I'm the eldest, I should get a single bed to myself!"
"But I'm the youngest and therefore have maknae privileges!"
You heard a sigh as Jae and Dowoon argued loudly about the last single bed that was available (since you had already snagged the one in the room to the left, courtesy of arriving first).
You went over to the room, leaning against the door frame while overseeing the argument, finding it hilarious how Wonpil so easily ignored them while neatly unpacking his things on the lower bunk.
"Y/N! You tell him that as eldest, I should get the single bed. Right? Tell him!" Jae said over-dramatically, his hands flying all over the place. You grinned mischievously before clearing your throat.
"I'm afraid that Dowoon is right. On page 294 in the Maknae Privilege Code of Conduct, it clearly states that he gets the single bed." You said, speaking with the confidence of a lawyer defending an obviously innocent man. Dowoon walked over happily and Jae looking at you with the face you'd use as the thumbnail for a Top 10 Anime Betrayals video.
"I hate you." Jae said before sulkily throwing his things up on the top bunk, Dowoon side hugging you for a second before smugly going to his single bed.
"Aww," You back hugged Jae, standing on the very tips of your toes to rest your chin as close to his shoulder as possible before saying, "don't be like that, hm? You know I love you, and I have a compromise anyway." Jae perked up at your comment looking less sulky than before.
Dowoon looked utterly terrified, and Wonpil was (figuratively) eating popcorn at the drama playing out in the bedroom.
"Because Dowoon gets the bed, he has to pay for one thing you want."
Dowoon glared at you, appalled, while Jae triumphantly pumped his fist in the air and gave you a light kiss on the cheek. You laughed, waving at the guys still in the room and walking outside to the kitchen to see Brian and Sungjin talking idly about what they'd do for dinner (they'd apparently had lunch on the way here) and what to do to keep everyone busy. You walked over almost silently, leaning up to give Younghyun, who was sitting on one of the counters, a peck on the cheek, looking over at Sungjin with a large smile and suggestive wiggle of the eyebrows.
You reached for the hem of your shirt, beginning to pull it over your head when there was frantic, almost high pitched screaming from the man closest to you, who grabbed your wrists and jumped off the counter to hide you from any prying eyes.
"Yah! What d'you think you're doing?!" Brian shouted heatedly, still a bit shook with the stunt you’d just tried to pull.
You snorted, almost falling over, leaning your forehead against his chest as you laughed silently. "God, you're cute," you muttered, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye and regaining your composure.
Younghyun was looking at you like a lost puppy, pulling at your heart strings. Giggling still, you pulled your short forward and motioned your head downward, Brian looking down, confused. When he saw the fabric of a swim suit, he laughed in disbelief, letting his head rest against your shoulder. "Ah, I'm sorry." You said, running your hand through his hair comfortingly.
"You gave me a heart attack," he mumbled, pulling away.
"Are you two planning on keeping me as a third wheele or can I leave?" Sungjin teased playfully, making the two of you turn around.
"Right, sorry. Anyway, I was thinking we could go down to the beach and you know... Swim?" You chuckled, taking off your shirt to reveal the stretchy fabric of your all gray swimsuit before tying up your hair.
"Sounds fun," Sungjin turned to Wonpil and the others who were sitting in front of the television playing Mario Kart. "If you guys wanna join we'll be down at the beach."
"Okay, hyung. See you guys later!" Dowoon called as he shouted with Wonpil, who had just been pushed off of the track by Jae.
"Ciao!" You shouted as you ran outside, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. Having already swam a bit, you were first in the water, Sungjin eventually joining you before Brian finally got in. Once the water was about waist high you waddled over to Younghyun, who looked kind of uncomfortable.
"What's up? You okay?" You asked as you brushed some hair out of his face, putting your hand over his arm. Brian nodded with a half hearted smile.
"It's just a bit dark, is all. You can't really see anything."
"It's okay, love. You can go on back if you want. We won't be here long, anyway." Brian nodded, kissing you thankfully before he turned and walked back to solid ground. At around about the same time, the three doofuses ran down from the beach house, splashing in the salt water and lunging down as soon as it was deep enough. You laughed, shutting your eyes as water flew at you.
You only stayed in the water for about 30 minutes before you got tired of the boys' seemingly endless energy, going to lay down underneath the tree Brian had set up everyone's towels at. You went and sat next to him quietly, finding a comfortable spot where you could lay down with your face out of the sun while still being able to tan.
You layed down with your head resting more or less next to Brian's side, only your lower half exposed to the sun. You entered a peaceful state of limbo, still aware of everything around you but feeling like you were asleep. You opened an eye, however, when you felt weight being placed on your stomach, looking up to see Younghyun laying against you, eyes closed. You smiled fondly at him, playing with his hair for a second before letting your hand rest on the nape of his neck.
As night fell, everyone got all huddled up inside, dressed in their PJ's, two boxes of pepperoni and mushroom pizzas laying on the coffee table in the living room.
You laughed and shouted along with the guys as they had an intense game of Smash Bros, sitting sandwiched between Dowoon and Brian, nibbling at your pizza while the room went silent. When Wonpil won for the 3rd time this night, you screamed, Brian's soul having seemingly left his body. You were giggling, rubbing his back soothingly with your legs intertwined.
It only took a few more games and a scary movie for you to head on off to bed, yawning once every 2 minutes. Not long after Brian walked into the room, stopping midway toward his bunk bed. "Bri?" You said in a small voice, face hidden in the darkness of the room.
"What's up?" He asked, crouching down beside your bed and running a hand over your hair.
"Can you sleep with me for tonight? I can't fall asleep because of the movie..." You were nervous for his reaction but weren't entirely surprised when he mumbled for you to move up, shifting in next to you and wrapping himself around you.
"I keep telling them..." He said with a sigh, his lips brushing against your shoulder. You sighed contently, putting your hand over his.
"Today was fun though, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was. Wait until you see what I have planned for tomorrow." Brian whispered mischievously, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Go to sleep, princess. We have a long day ahead of us."
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Rain Beat ||| Dowoon x Reader
Summary: In an attempt to coax Dowoon out of his shell that he only seems to occupy when with you, you ask him if he’s willing to teach you how to drum Genre: Fluff i guess Warning(s): None Word Count: 1434 Song(s): Ambience AN: Happy Birthday to my favourite bean Dowoon!!!!
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Rain hammered against the open window above your head, the cool air slipping through the gap and threading through the room. It would have risen a chill across your skin had you not been focusing intently on the instrument before you in an effort to desperately not make a fool of yourself. The rain had a beat of its own, and within seconds it had thrown you off the simple one you were striking with your hands. The bass thudded by your feet keenly—there’d been a flurry of joy that erupted in a giggle as you found keeping a rhythm with your foot simple enough—meanwhile its current partner, the snare drum, lagged a solid pulse behind.
With the joy fizzling out alongside the innocent dreamlike thoughts proposing ‘what if you were a natural’ and ‘what if you were destined to become the next drum prodigy’, you sighed and dejectedly came to a stop. The thunder rumbled in discontent in the sky far beyond.
“Ah, it’s ok! Try again, I’m sure you can...”
You glanced up to your mentor who was stood just to your side. He was twirling a drumstick of his own in his hand and if you hadn’t known better you could have taken it as him showing off. This was Dowoon after all, and he would do no such thing. Despite how effortless it came to him, smooth wood gliding over rolling fingers, it was clear that he was just as nervous in a way as you were—if the blushed ears and trailed off words hadn’t given it away already.
You had figured this would have brought him out of his shell more with you, since the drums were his passion, his terrain, something he knew well like the back of his hands. He would feel comfortable talking to you about it because it was something he knew in spools more than you ever would, you had reasoned. If that hadn’t occurred right away, it surely wouldn’t be long before your lack of ability would at least settle the tone into a more lighthearted one. However, it was only now that you were beginning to contemplate that you had misjudged.
“Ah, I think...” As he fumbled with his own hands, soft cheeks puffing as his brain worked through how to describe what he meant, you watched as he stopped spinning his drumsticks and procured them proudly to you instead. It took you a few moments to connect the dots.
“Oh, right! Oops,” you chuckled, shimmying your hands towards the ends of your own, “would be good to hold the drumsticks properly, right?”
His smile flashed before your eyes as he nodded and hummed. “Oh... yeah, that would... that would be good!”
After a few moments you attempted to strike up a beat again, but as soon as you hit the snare you realised you were doomed to slip out of beat. You had adjusted your grip but had forgotten how tightly you should probably hold them, and within moments the two had slipped out of synchrony. You let your arms still as you huffed, trying to keep a bright face.
You didn’t want to let Dowoon down, because you had previously figured your sense of rhythm was good and had announced so to him and the rest of the band, but more importantly because it was Dowoon specifically in question. Sweet, kind, gentle Dowoon. With his soft grins and deep voice, who was a comedic genius with the others, but seemed to always retreat when he came to stand at your side. You couldn’t picture his face contorting into disappointment at you or your crappy drumming no matter how bad it was, but it didn’t halt the uneasy trickling of shame in your chest. It sat right next to the heart that was beating erratically, a thrum too fast for what your body was trying to manage itself, and too loud for you to truly concentrate.
You wanted to succeed though, for him, despite the obvious difficulties that ironically presented themselves in the form of the person you needed to very much complete them in the first place. Clearly this was something you had in common as well, as when you came to your jagged stop, Dowoon shuffled a bit closer to you after a deep inhale.
“It’s ok, this isn’t the easiest beat to start with,” he reassured, voice dipped low in a surprising quiet clarity, “I struggled too when I first started out. It’ll be a bit easier if you hold them like... this and... aim for this part of the skin.”
You were well aware that Dowoon was talented. There was no doubt about it. He had been chosen specifically for his job, and the job itself came with many restrictions and added dollops of hard work and care. However, the level of that hard work had never hit home quite like it did to you right then.
He poised his drumsticks on the chair he had refused to leave once you’d entered the room, and offered his now-empty hands towards you. It wasn’t a request for you to hold them, his palms were visible to you but turned towards your own, still gripping your own pair of sticks and were once again too far down the wood. You didn’t move, and just gazed curiously as one of his hands gently enveloped one of your own.
Now you were certain that the gesture was nothing more than correcting your poor placement, but you were even more certain that sparks practically flew as his skin met yours. His hands were hot, as if they’d been rubbed in combat to the cold or nerves, and you very nearly went limp at his touch and dropped the drumstick entirely. Though, they were also rough. Against the smooth skin of the back of your palm, the etched lines and faint rises of callouses stood out like mountains and rivers to your own. They sat at his joints and ran across your knuckles as he manoeuvred your fingers into the correct grip, a sign of how much he practised and wore himself down until the music sounded just right. Despite the surface his touch was nothing but soft, treating it as if he didn’t want the same to happen to you. There was something so mellowing about it that you couldn’t help but speak up.
When Dowoon brought your hand back to the snare, guiding you to tap the head of the drumstick against the prime part of the snare drum, you uttered, “Does it hurt? Drumming?”
As your eyes crept up to his and he met your gaze with the fading look of a deer caught in headlights, you wondered if he would answer at all until he finally did.
“At first... yeah, but it gets easier,” he said slowly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “I don’t think getting good at anything is painless, though.”
Lips opening to debate you quickly found words falling to the wayside while you nodded instead, looking away. He was right, though he had surprised you with the accuracy and the depth that appeared out of nowhere. Just, it only made him more endearing.
It was at that moment you noticed he was still holding your hand. He held onto you firmer than he had done before, the joints of his fingers melding with yours as the tip of your thumb traced across his.
You immediately wished you hadn’t gawped so poignantly at the caress, as despite your true feelings Dowoon’s hand left yours like a cracked whip, returning to his chest before he scooped up his drumsticks once again.
“I’ll try again,” you covered, hoping that he would understand that you saw no harm in what he did, and praying that he would see how it was truly quite the opposite, “maybe I’ll get it this time!”
Stringing up the rhythm once again, beginning with the bass and adding the snare only when you were certain your foot wouldn’t falter, your eyes were impossible to focus upon the drum kit before you. They kept dragging themselves back, back towards Dowoon and his small smile that flickered like a candle flame but shone brighter than the sun.
In the end, you still got it wrong, especially when you tried to add a crash cymbal to the mix. But you were at least sure that it had nothing to do with the rain this time around. That truly had to go to the hope that flourished in your chest every time your glances met.
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AN: well i had no idea where this was going to go when i started it, but it turned out like this so idk if its boring or not :((
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