#expanding to multiple fandoms. good job to the kim doyoungs

[kpoptionate]

« prompt 99 : kim doyoung »

[19:32] he remains on the couch, legs up to his chest and arms wrapped around them as he let the tears fall down his cheeks. that wasn’t the first time you guys have argued so badly, but you’ve never actually left him afterward. though the argument was yesterday, doyoung has been praying that you would come back. and it seems like his prayers have been answered when he hears a soft knock at his front door.

he rushes to the door and doesn’t hesitate to open it, but he stands still when he sees you look up at him with a guilty face. you weren’t crying before, but when he steps aside to let you come in, you can’t help but let your eyes well up past their full capacity.

not really knowing your actual reason for returning, doyoung closes the door and stands in place, a feeling of hopefulness throughout his body. his thoughts remove themselves from his mind, however, when you slowly make your way toward him and wrap your arms around his body, finally letting your emotions go and make their way to dampen your boyfriend’s shirt.

“i-i’m so sorry,” is all you can meekly say through sobs, causing doyoung to do so himself as he tightens his grip around your frame as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“shh, it’s okay. you did nothing wrong.” his fingers weave themselves through your hair as you both cry into each other, letting the other know how much regret you have for the things you said and that it was all out of spiraled rage. his chest is heaving up and down at moments and stopped completely at others in an attempt to control himself. a few minutes later, you both compose yourselves and hesitantly pull away, drying your faces and catching your breaths.

doyoung cups his hands around your cheeks and tilts your head to look at him. he gives you a rueful grin and leans in to leave a small peck on your nose—“i’m so fucking sorry”—then your forehead, chin, and finally your lips. “god, i really am.” he pulls your still-quivering body to his own once more, resting one hand on your back and the other at the nape of your neck. “please don’t leave me again. i don’t know what i’d do if you left.”

you giggle, leaning your head up to press a small kiss to his jaw. “i won’t, baby. i promise.”