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K-Pop Spotlight: DAY6

Come one, come all to a K-Pop Spotlight that is sure to dazzle and delight ’til the final curtain. This week, all eyes are on DAY6 following the release of their eighth mini-album, Fourever, and brand new title track, "Welcome to the Show." We caught up with the band to discuss their goals as they approach their 10th anniversary and their ever-growing connection to their fans through their music. Check out our full interview below!

Tracks like “Welcome to the Show,” “The Power of Love,” and “Get The Hell Out” seem to have very different themes. Can you tell us a little about how these songs relate to each other and what aspects make this album cohesive?

SUNGJIN: As we pursue the idea of being a 'band that sings every moment,' it seems like our albums, including the recent one, prioritize diversity in songs and situations rather than unity. Consequently, our albums contain various genres and narratives. However, there seems to be a commonality in most songs, depicting situations that everyone has either gone through or might experience.

Young K: First and foremost, I would say this album is a compilation of the best songs we could create. There's definitely a theme of love running through it. "Welcome to the Show," "The Power of Love," and "Get The Hell Out" all talk about the concept of love.

What goes into creating titles for DAY6 songs and albums, especially those that don’t come directly from your lyrics? Do you find it hard to condense the intentions and themes of a song into a title?

Young K: While there have been cases like that, all the songs on this album came from the lyrics. Sometimes, when choosing a title, we select the one that best describes the song—other times, we choose to give it a twist or make it more intriguing.

WONPIL: Naming songs involves a lot of deliberation. We often contemplate which title will catch the eye and capture the song's essence. Usually, we try to take it from a verse in the chorus. This can be a challenging part of the songwriting process.

Is there a creative project you’ve always wanted to work on but haven’t gotten the chance/found the time?

SUNGJIN: I'm very curious, and have a principle of "trying to experience as much as possible." There are so many things I want to try musically and personally, especially among the things I know but haven't tried yet.

DOWOON: I hope we can have a song that we can collaborate on with My Day, like a choir.

What does your work/studio setup look like? Where do you feel the most creatively inspired?

DOWOON: We try to keep the studio as tidy as possible and make it comfortable for practice sessions.

WONPIL: When working on songs, we talk a lot. We get inspiration from little conversations, joking around, sharing stories, and listening to music from various eras regardless of genre while giving opinions. We also try to build emotional connections with the songs. There’s a lot of communication going on. The songwriting process takes place in the studio of our long-time collaborator, composer Hong Jisang, with whom we've been working together since our debut.

How do you want to evolve as a musician/producer?

Young K: I want to be eagerly anticipated and awaited as an artist. Without those who wait for us, we wouldn't release or even step onto the stage. So I’m always thankful for My Day.

WONPIL: My biggest goal is to make good music for My Day and the public, so I think I'll continue to ponder. When working on songs, I pour my sincerity into them. I constantly strive to express this sincerity musically, fully capturing the emotions I want to convey. I hope to create songs that can still be listened to even after 10 or 20 years.

Design your own Tumblr blog: choose an aesthetic, a blog name, and would you be a frequent poster or lurker?

SUNGJIN: I think I’ll use it to catch up on friends' updates. For the blog name, THUMB BLUR sounds good to me. I might end up being a lurker who never posts.

DOWOON: Maybe a blog for plants? I think I'll post it like a diary.

Want more DAY6? Check out their new mini album Fourever and the music video for the title track “Welcome to the Show,” both out now!

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🌷🐻for sungjin: soft & unaware

Sungjin never really thinks about the things he does.

Like now—you're both walking down the street, hands in your pockets, when a gust of wind sweeps past, blowing a few strands of hair across your face. Without missing a beat, without even looking at you, Sungjin reaches out and tucks them gently behind your ear. His fingers brush against your cheek for just a second—warm, calloused, so casual—before he pulls away like it’s nothing.

You, on the other hand, forget how to breathe.

But Sungjin just keeps walking, completely unaware of how your brain short-circuited in real-time.

Or earlier, when you were sitting across from him at a café. He was talking about something—music, probably—but you weren’t paying attention because he had just reached over, his thumb swiping at the corner of your mouth.

“You had something here,” he had said, still focused on his drink, still so unaware that your soul had just left your body.

And then there’s the way he always brushes dust off your sleeve, or tugs your hoodie straight when it rides up, or steadies you with a firm hand at the small of your back when you stumble. Like it’s instinct. Like taking care of you isn’t even something he thinks about—it’s just something he does.

The worst part? He never notices how it affects you.

Like right now.

You’re standing next to him, still reeling from the way he tucked your hair away so effortlessly, and he—completely oblivious—turns to you with that easy, boyish grin.

“You good?” he asks, sipping his drink.

No. No, Sungjin. I am not good.

But you just nod, swallowing hard.

Because how are you supposed to tell him? How are you supposed to say, Hey, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? Do you realize how crazy you make me feel with just the smallest things?

He’d probably just laugh and call you dramatic.

So instead, you just keep walking.

And pray that Sungjin never, ever figures out just how weak he makes you.

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Viva la Vida | k.yh

-> pairing. idol!younghyun x non-idol!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, established relationship

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 348

-> warnings. None!

-> a/n. Coldplay x DAY6 my beloveds <3

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Jan. 16th, 2021 @ 00:29

-> edited. Fri., Jan. 20th, 2023 @ 07:14

You welcomed Younghyun back with a large smile and quick peck on the cheek.

"How'd filming go?" you asked as you hung his coat up for him, giggling when he back hugged you and swayed around for a moment.

"It went well! It was freezing, though. Could you start up the fire?"

"Sure, love. You go grab us some drinks."

He nodded happily and let you go after pecking your cheek to grab some wine. You played some soft music in the background, humming along as you set the logs in the fireplace alight, making yourself comfortable.

"Here you go, m'lady."

You giggled joyfully as Brian handed you a wine glass, clinking them together before taking a sip.

"Come dance with me," you ordered, pulling him up with you and basking in the sound of his laugh.

Swaying around with his hands on your waist and your hands on his neck, your fingers played with the hair at his nape.

"This turtleneck looks good on you. You should wear it more often."

"Is that so?" He smirked, leaning in to gently kiss your lips. His hands traveled down your side. You laughed brightly when he suddenly hoisted you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as you kissed on the way to the couch. He laid you down, hovering over you as he kissed you to oblivion.

You hummed when he pulled away to nibble at your neck, your fingers intertwined with his hair, gently pulling on the strands.

"Now, now. Not tonight," you muttered after he tried sliding his hand up your shirt, grinning when he whined childishly in response. "Some other night, love. Right now I just want you to hold me."

Brian heaved a sigh but held you innocently, making himself comfortable on the couch. You wrapped yourself around him and kissed his jaw gently.

"I love you, you know?"

"I love me too," Younghyun teased, giggling as you gently smacked his arm. He kissed your forehead and pulled away to look at you quietly, admiring you.

"I love you more, dove."

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day6(데이식스) 녹아내려요 (Melt Down)

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Fourever 🍀 Let Me Love You

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Small Town!AU

Pairing: Sungin x You (Female!Reader)

Words: 4,072

Welcome to the Show 🍀 Happy 🍀 The Power of Love 🍀 Get the Hell Out 🍀 Sad Ending 🍀 Let Me Love You 🍀 Didn't Know

I've been hit by love and hurt every time When I see you like that, too I always feel sad and sad It would be better if only happened to me Eyes full of hesitation Let's stop for a moment Look at me properly

10 Years Ago

"Can I tell you something?" you asked Sungjin quietly from across his kitchen table.

Your tone of voice gave Sungjin pause, so he put down his pencil and leaned in just a bit closer toward you. "Of course," he answered.

He couldn't decide if you looked nervous or excited; in that case, it was most likely both. His heart sped up a little as he watched you mirror his actions, putting down your own pencil and leaning in closer to him.

"I think..." you began, your voice lowered to a whisper. He wasn't sure why you were whispering since it was just the two of you right now. "I think I have a crush on Brian."

You immediately brought your hands up, burying your face in your palms in embarrassment.

Thank god you had looked away because Sungjin knew his facial expression was revealing everything right now. His heart had dropped down into his stomach at your words, and he could feel the utter devastation pulling at his mouth and eyes.

You had a crush on Brian.

Suddenly, Sungjin remembered that you still considered him your best friend, and you'd just divulged a pretty big secret. He had to bury his true feelings for the time being and do what a friend was supposed to do.

"For how long?" he asked as he picked his pencil back up and resumed writing his practice essay for the exam tomorrow.

"I don't know," you whined, your voice muffled by your hands. Then you lifted your head just enough to look over at him, your forehead deeply wrinkled. "Maybe for a long time."

That was so not what he wanted to hear.

If this was a new thing, it was very possible it would be just a fleeting crush. But if you'd liked Brian for a while... that meant your feelings weren't going anywhere.

"So, what are you going to do?" he murmured. He made sure to glance up from his notebook so you would know he was listening and interested (even if he was actually quite heartbroken).

Before you answered, you let out a kind of shocked-sounding scoff. "What do you mean what am I going to do?!"

Sungjin set his pencil down once again and chuckled in disbelief. "You know what I mean! Are you going to ask him out? Or at least tell him?"

Oh, this was rich, especially coming from him.

You, apparently, had harbored romantic feelings for Brian for 'maybe a long time,' right?

Well, Sungjin had harbored romantic feelings for you for absolutely a long time! Since the two of you were about ten, and now you were almost done with your University studies.

And had he said anything to you about these feelings? Had he asked you out?

Nope!

You whined again before answering with, "I don't know. Do you think he likes me back?"

Sungjin simply shrugged. But when your lips immediately fell into a frown, he added, "I mean, he likes you as a person, so I don't think it's that far of a leap to think he might like you... in that way."

"Yeah, but what if he doesn't and me confessing to him makes everything so awkward? We wouldn't be the Three Musketeers anymore," you pointed out.

And that was exactly why he'd never said anything to you about how deeply in love with you he was. You, Sungjin, and Brian had been the Three Musketeers since you'd moved into the house in between the Park family and the Kang Family when all three of you had been about eight years old. Sungjin and Brian had already been pretty close friends, and it had taken you no time at all to worm your way into their friendship, successfully creating the Three Musketeers.

If Sungjin confessed to you and you rejected him, things would never be the same again.

So... yeah. He understood your reservations all too well.

Sungjin sighed softly, raising his eyebrows at you. "Maybe you could... wait and see if the opportunity presents itself sometime soon, y'know? Spend some more time with him, and maybe you'll just know when the moment is right."

It was obvious you were about to answer him, but the door to Sungjin and Brian's apartment opened before you got the chance.

"Oh, come on," Brian laughed as he entered and hung up his keys on the hook next to the door. "You guys can't still be studying for the exam tomorrow!"

"Some of us aren't naturally brilliant, remember?" Sungjin pointed out, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. One glance at you made it clear that you were slightly mortified, and when he caught your eye, you very discreetly mimed zipping your lips at him.

Sungjin nodded once to show he understood -- and not that you'd know this, but he wouldn't have told Brian even if you'd wanted him to. He really didn't think he could bring himself to do that.

"Yeah, yeah," Brian replied before heading straight toward his room. "Sorry, I can't stay, I gotta get ready."

"Ready for what?" you asked.

Sungjin tried to ignore how your eyes were glued to Brian.

Before Brian stepped through his doorway, he paused and shot the two of you a smile that was somehow angelic and devilish at the same time. "I've got a date."

Of course, Sungjin's first instinct was to ask 'with who?' but the look on your face gave him pause. He was pretty sure your expression right now was an exact copy of his own facial expression about five minutes ago when you'd told him about your crush.

Thankfully, Brian had ducked into his room right after revealing his plans for the evening so he hadn't seen you.

Your gaze suddenly locked with his, and you mouthed 'Ask him who!'

It took everything in Sungjin not to let out a deep, sorrowful sigh. "Who's it with?" he asked, hoping his tone sounded as casual as he'd intended.

"That girl from my calculus class," Brian called out. "Remember that one I told you about? Justine."

"Ah, yes," Sungjin replied. "Justine."

Your brow furrowed, and you frowned as you mouthed 'Justine?'

Sungjin could only shrug.

Brian left just a few minutes later, and Sungjin reached out to place a comforting hand on your arm. "It's just a date," he assured you. "It doesn't mean anything more than that."

...Oh, how he wished he'd been right.

For the next few months, Sungjin had to watch as Brian and Justine went on more and more dates, became more and more serious about each other. He had to watch the hurt in your eyes get deeper. He had to watch your heart breaking.

He wasn't sure which was worse -- the fact that you didn't feel that way about him, or the fact that Brian didn't feel that way about you. It was somehow harder to watch your heart get broken than it was to feel it himself.

Let me give you all my love Let me love you I'll give you all the light I have You just need to like me Let me tell you all my love Please nod your head It's not the love you've known so far I can give you the love that is endlessly warm Stay quietly Standing by your side Know that I will be there I'm always here

"I can't stand it," you whimpered, your face buried in Sungjin's shirt.

Sungjin's gaze flicked up toward the ceiling -- he wasn't sure he was strong enough for this! Holding you in his arms while you cried over another guy?

"Yes, you can," he murmured as he patted your back. "You're strong. You're smart and beautiful and funny... If Brian can't see that, then he's an idiot."

"But Justine is all of those things," you sniffled. "You've seen her. She's gorgeous."

"So are you. But stop comparing yourself to her, it's not helpful."

You didn't answer, so Sungjin just continued to hold you until your sobs quieted down. He then moved his hands to your shoulders and pushed you away just enough so he could see you.

"I know it hurts," he whispered, reaching up to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. "But you'll get through it. I promise. Life will go on. The sun will set at the end of the day and rise at the beginning of the next one either way, so you can either choose to go on with it, or you can choose to stay here and be hurt forever."

You bit the inside of your cheek, your glossy eyes searching his.

"You're right," you mumbled.

"Plus," Sungjin added, one corner of his lips lifting up into a half-smile. "You still have me. Not that it's much consolation."

A watery laugh escaped your lips, and you reached out to shove his shoulder weakly. "Shut up, yes it is," you replied. "I don't know what I would do without you, honestly."

God, he wished you hadn't said that.

"You won't have to know. I'll always be here for you, right by your side."

You leaned in to hug him, actually wrapping your arms around him this time instead of simply leaning against him. Your hold was tight, so he returned the embrace, pressing his fingers firmly into your back with one hand and cradling the back of your head with the other.

"Thank you," you breathed. "I'll always be here for you, too."

It physically hurt Sungjin's heart to hear that. On one hand, he was overjoyed that he had you in his life. No matter his romantic feelings for you, he truly admired and cherished you as a person. On the other hand, he had to assume that when you said you would always be there for him, you'd meant it as just a friend.

It really sucked, huh? Feeling just as crushed as the person you were comforting but not being able to say anything about it.

So, he suggested the one thing he knew could make you both feel better: "Do you want to go get pizza?"

You immediately gasped and said "Yes!"

The three of you had fairly different tastes when it came to movies, music, and hobbies, but one thing you could all agree on was pizza. All throughout school back home, you'd frequented the neighborhood pizza parlor, and the first thing you'd done after moving into your dorms here on campus was find the best pizza in town.

"My treat," Sungjin added as he stood from the couch and held his hand out to help you up.

"What a gentleman," you grinned. "Why aren't you dating someone?"

Oh, good grief. Why had you gone and asked that?

"Oh... y'know... school gets in the way. Plus, you know I can't flirt like Brian does."

You laughed, leaning over to nudge him with your shoulder as the two of you headed out the door and toward the nearest bus stop.

About half an hour later, just as the server finished taking your order, Sungjin felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He fished it out, seeing Brian's name on the screen.

Blessedly, you announced you were going to the restroom and slid out of the booth. Sungjin really did not want to talk on the phone to Brian with you in earshot. It was honestly awkward enough when the three of you were together in person, though Brian never seemed to notice.

So, as soon as you were out of sight, Sunjgin swiftly answered. "Hey," he greeted. "What's up?"

"Where are you?"

"Getting pizza."

"By yourself?"

Sungjin furrowed his brow. "No, with Y/N. Why? What's up?" he repeated.

Brian scoffed. "You guys are getting pizza without me!"

"Well!" Sungjin replied, trying his best to keep his voice down. "You were out with Justine!"

And! Sungjin had been comforting you while you cried! Because of him!

"No, that's fair," Brian muttered. "Man, it's hard juggling school and a girlfriend and friends."

Sungjin wanted nothing more than to roll his eyes.

And, hey, since neither you nor Brian could see him at the moment, he did!

"Oh, I'm so sorry for you," he said, his tone of voice matching the eye roll.

"Shut up," Brian chuckled. "Anyway, I just got home and was just curious where you were. Are you guys almost done?"

...Oh, no.

"No... we just placed our order, actually."

Shit. He should have lied!

"Oh, nice. Can I crash?"

Shit shit shit shit shit.

Sungjin panicked. He said, "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

Because it wasn't!

"...Why not?" Brian asked, sounding curiously amused.

"Because."

"...Because why?"

What could he say? Brian was just annoying enough to keep pestering him until he gave an actual reason, but Sungjin couldn't think of a reason besides the truth!

"Look, Y/N is going to kill me if she finds out I told you, so you can't say anything. Got it? Anything."

"Okay, got it! Just tell me!"

Sungjin sighed and turned around to make sure you weren't heading back to the table.

"Y/N... kind of had a little crush on you but then you started dating Justine, so she's just trying to get over it. She doesn't need to see you right now."

The line was silent for a few moments.

"...Oh."

"Yeah, and if you ever let on that you know, I'm going to --"

"Yeah, I get it," Brian said with an almost imperceptible sigh. "I'll see you later, then?"

Sungjin hummed before hanging up, and perfect timing, too. You slid back into the booth just a few seconds later.

"Who was that?" you asked, your voice sounding downright cheerful compared to how you'd been not that long ago.

"My mom," he answered immediately.

"Aw, man, I wish I could've said 'hi'! I miss her," you pouted.

"Well, graduation isn't that far away," Sungjin pointed out. "You'll get to see her plenty soon enough."

The plan for the Three Musketeers had always been to move back to your small hometown after graduating; the three of you were such close friends, none of you could fathom ever living apart from each other. Hopefully, that plan was still on the table.

Sungjin watched as your forehead wrinkled, and you said, "Do you think... Brian still wants to move back home? I mean, he and Justine are pretty serious now."

"Hey," Sungjin scolded. "We're not thinking or talking about that right now, okay? Right now, we're focusing on pizza and making it to graduation."

Honestly, he couldn't wait to finish University and get out of here. He'd spent way too much of the past few months being your shoulder to cry on, and for some reason, he pictured things going slightly more back to normal after you all were back where you'd started.

I nurtured my feelings for you now My heart I'm going to pour it out for you Let me give you all my love Let me love you I'll give you all the light I have You just need to like me Let me tell you all my love Please nod your head It's not the love you've known so far I can give you the love that is endlessly warm

Present Day

Sungjin's phone buzzed just as he got to the register, so he quickly (but politely) ordered his usual latte and stepped aside to see who had texted him.

Well, if he was being honest, it was one of two people: you or Brian.

When he unlocked his screen and navigated to his messages, he saw that the message was from, technically, both of you. At least, Brian had sent a text to your Three Musketeers group chat reminding you all of your pizza get-together later tonight to celebrate your latest promotion.

Sungjin sent a thumbs-up emoji, but before he could lock his phone and put it back in his pocket, another text message notification came through, this time just from Brian.

His heart dropped when he saw the words, "I think I'm going to tell Y/N tonight."

Ten years later, and he was still dealing with this. Unbelievable.

After graduation, you and Sungjin had stuck to the plan and moved back home. Both of you had been able to find a job fairly quickly, so you'd rented apartments in the same complex.

Brian, on the other hand, had decided to move with Justine. He had still visited quite frequently, so it's not like the three of you had grown apart. Your group chats had been well-used, and eventually, the Three Musketeers dynamic returned to its former glory.

One night, while you and Sungjin were watching a movie at your place, you'd admitted to him that you had basically moved on from your feelings for Brian.

"Sure, I think I'll always have a little place for him in my heart, but I've come to terms with the fact that it wasn't meant to be for us," you'd said.

And you'd sounded confident! Sure of yourself! So matter-of-fact!

But then Brian and Justine had broken up the next month.

Brian had moved back home shortly after that, and Sungjin had watched as you began to fall back in love.

You hadn't said anything to him about it, though, so at least there'd been that. Sungjin hadn't stepped back into the role of your Shoulder to Cry On because Brian hadn't returned your feelings.

But that had been five years ago, now. Nothing had ever happened between you and Brian, so he'd had five years of blissful harmony.

(Except for the fact that he, himself, was still completely and totally in love with you. That had been his one constant for over two decades now -- his feelings for you. But he'd long ago come to terms with the fact that he would always love you -- he would just never be able to show it out loud.)

One day last week, however, had thrown Sungjin for the biggest loop.

Brian had showed up at Sungjin's apartment after dinner and confessed that he might have feelings for you.

For a split second, Sungjin had thought of punching Brian square in the face. Then he'd thought of leaving everything behind and moving to a different country.

Finally, he'd returned to the rational person he was and said, "Are you going to tell her?"

And now, apparently, he was.

Sungjin swiftly typed out 'Good luck 👍' as his reply before shoving his phone back into his pocket.

Oh, what a mess.

And the thing that maybe hurt the most was that Sungjin's relationship with you was the best it had ever been. The two of you were closer now than when you'd been in University, even. You spent so much time together, and he couldn't imagine his life without you. Yes, you, Sungjin, and Brian were still the Three Musketeers, but it was just different now. The time Sungjin had spent with you while Brian had lived with Justine had only strengthened your bond.

So, if you and Brian started dating... he would absolutely feel lost.

He also had a bone to pick with Brian for telling him this early in the day. How was he supposed to get through work when all he could do was worry about what would happen tonight?

10 Hours Later

"I'm going to go pay, and then I'll meet you guys outside, okay?" Brian said, eyebrows raised.

"Deal!" you grinned.

Before he left the table, Brian shot Sungjin a Look, and Sungjin nodded once.

Earlier on, when the two of them had been waiting for you to arrive, Brian had filled Sungjin in on his plan: after the meal, Brian would go pay, and Sungjin would take you out to the parking lot. When Brian was done, he would meet the two of you, but then Sungjin would get a text from his mom that she needed help with something. That would give Brian the opportunity to be alone with you and confess his feelings.

So, as soon as Brian stepped away, Sungjin pushed his chair back and stood up while you gathered you things and followed suit.

You murmured your thanks as Sungjin opened the door for you and began a leisurely walk over to your car.

Sungjin kept his eye on the restaurant to look out for Brian, but then you said, "Can I ask you a question?"

He shifted his gaze to meet yours, seeing you were biting the inside of your cheek -- a telltale sign that you were nervous.

"Of course," he answered as he took a step closer to you.

You exhaled slowly and deeply (another sign of nerves) before asking, "If you had a friend -- someone you were really, really close to and have known for a long time -- and you thought maybe you had more than friendly feelings for them... would you tell them?"

Oh, god. You were still in love with Brian.

"I think it depends," Sungjin answered, trying to sound casual and normal and not on the verge of being heartbroken -- yet again.

"Depends on what?"

"It depends on the friendship and if you think it's possible they might feel the same way. Or if they don't, you know your friendship is strong enough that it would be past the point of it being awkward afterward."

You nodded slowly and then said, "I think our friendship is strong enough, right?"

Sungjin immediately scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... I think if I told you that I had feelings for you but you don't return them, our friendship is strong enough to be past the point of it be awkward afterward. Right?" you said with a shaky breath.

Sungjin simply stared at you.

You raised your eyebrows at him.

"But... I thought... Brian --"

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and you shook your head as you inched closer. "That was over and done with so long ago," you assured him.

Every single thought in Sungjin's mind was whizzing around chaotically; he truly didn't think he could form a coherent sentence right now. "You -- for me?"

An almost guilty expression appeared on your face as you shrugged. "Yeah," you replied. "We've just spent so much time together and gotten so close... When Brian said that one time a few weeks ago that he wanted to set you up with his co-worker, I got so jealous. And scared that you would leave me. I realized I can't imagine life without you, and that I don't want you to date anyone but... me. And I can't imagine myself being with anyone else, either. Only you."

Again, Sungjin simply stared at you.

You tilted your head a little, waving your hand in front of his face. "Are you there?" you laughed. "If you don't like me back, you can just --"

"No!" he blurted out. "Wait, not 'no' like that. No, like, no it's not that I don't like you back, it's -- I --"

You reached out and took his hands, grasping his fingers comfortingly.

He gazed into your eyes, gathering up every ounce of courage and strength he had. "I've been in love with you for so long," he admitted.

At first, a beaming smile curved your lips, but then your expression turned to one of slight distress. "What do you mean by 'so long'? Am I going to feel like an awful person?"

"No, please don't, you're not an awful person," Sungjin shook his head. "It's been a long time, I was just a coward."

"Like, a year?" you asked.

He almost laughed at that. "You're going to kill me."

"Two years?"

"More like twenty."

Your mouth fell open in shock, and it was obvious you were on the verge of gasping or some other sort of exclamation... but instead, you let go of his hands and closed the gap between you, winding your arms around his neck.

Sungjin immediately returned your embrace, pulling you as close to him as was humanly possible.

"I'm so sorry," you murmured.

"No, don't be. I wouldn't trade your friendship for anything."

"I'm sorry it took me so long," you amended. You squeezed him once more before pulling back just enough to slowly and timidly press your lips to his.

Sungjin almost fell to his knees right there in the parking lot. If the two of you hadn't been holding each other so tightly, he would have.

You were kissing him

Kissing him.

His world was turning upside-down in the best way possible. You didn't like Brian -- you liked him. And with just this one beautiful, tender, powerful kiss, it felt like everything in his life was falling into place, exactly where it should be.

But since you and Sungjin were distracted by the hands of fate finally pushing the two of you together, you missed Brian exiting the restaurant. You missed his gaze sweeping across the parking lot until it finally landed on you and Sungjin, just before you stepped up to wrap your arms around each other. You missed the look of confusion on his face... and then the look of despair when you kissed Sungjin.

Everything was falling into place, exactly where it should be, for the two of you. But not for him.

[maximura]

DAY6 | Park Sungjin

[livewithgratitude]

🍀THE BOYFRIEND CYCLE

It starts the same way every month.

A slow, hazy awareness pulls you from sleep, something feeling off. Your body is too warm, your skin alive with sensation, your mind clouded with an unspoken need. Restlessness hums beneath your skin, an ache both undefined and undeniable. Your sheets feel too heavy, your body too sensitive, and no matter how much you toss and turn, sleep refuses to claim you.

And then—

A warm hand grazes your thigh.

"Morning, babe."

The voice is rich, deep, and entirely too comfortable in your space.

Your breath catches. Your eyes snap open.

A man.

A beautiful, unreasonably attractive man is lounging in your bed like he belongs there—shirtless, tousled, and smirking at you like he knows exactly what your body is going through.

Golden skin bathed in morning light, dark hair deliciously messy, a lazy, knowing smirk curving his lips—like he’s been here all along, like he’s yours. His arm drapes over your waist, fingers tracing light, teasing patterns against your bare skin, and he looks perfectly at home, stretched out beside you with a mix of confidence and mischief that makes your stomach flip.

Your brain flatlines.

"Who the hell are you?"

He chuckles, deep and amused, rolling onto his side. His elbow props against the pillow, his head resting against his palm as he watches you with a slow, deliberate once-over—taking in your tousled hair, your flushed cheeks, the way your chest rises and falls in startled confusion.

"Babe," he drawls, voice thick with amusement, "don’t act like you don’t know me."

You scramble back so fast you nearly fall off the bed, pressing yourself against the headboard as if the distance will make him any less overwhelming.

"I don’t!"

He sighs, like this is the most exhausting conversation he’s ever had. He drags a hand through his already-messy hair, letting out a low hum before fixing you with a look so devastatingly smug, it should be illegal.

"I’m Brian," he says smoothly, tapping a finger against his chest before flashing you a lazy grin. "Your boyfriend for ovulation week."

Your stomach does a violent somersault.

"My what?!"

"You heard me."

Before you can process that, he moves closer—close enough that his body heat wraps around you, close enough that the scent of him—woodsy, musky, intoxicatingly male—floods your senses. You don’t even like strong colognes, but somehow, on him, it’s devastating.

He’s watching you like he knows.

"Relax, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low, smooth as silk. "I’m here to take care of you. Give you exactly what you need."

Your pulse stutters.

His fingers trail up your arm, featherlight, sending a shiver down your spine.

You gulp. "And what do I need?"

His lips quirk, a slow, knowing grin.

"Oh, babe," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. His voice drops to something dangerously soft, teasing. "Me."

Oh.

Oh no.

This is going to be a problem.

—

Brian is dangerous.

Not in the life-threatening sense, but in the I will absolutely ruin your sense of self-control kind of way.

He moves with the confidence of someone who knows he’s irresistible—and unfortunately, your body seems to agree.

Every glance, every teasing remark, every subtle touch he leaves on your skin feels like a slow, torturous game. A test of how long you can pretend you don’t want him.

And the worst part?

He knows.

You catch him watching you with amusement when you cross your legs tightly, shifting in your seat as if that will somehow shake the feeling of needing him. He smirks when your breath hitches at the accidental brush of his fingers against yours. And when you pretend to be unaffected, he just leans in closer—like he’s daring you to break first.

"You’re cute when you try to resist me," he muses one night, arms braced on either side of you against the kitchen counter.

You glare up at him, ignoring the way your heart slams against your ribs.

"Shut up."

He hums, his lips just barely brushing your ear.

"Make me."

Your grip on sanity is hanging by a thread.

But Brian never pushes.

That’s the thing about him—he doesn’t need to.

He waits. He lets you be the one to break first.

And when you do—when you finally fist his shirt, dragging him in for a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs—he groans against your lips, murmuring, "That’s my girl."

And God help you, you don’t even think to stop him.

—

Brian ruins you.

He kisses you like he’s memorizing the shape of your lips, like he knows exactly what you need before you do. He teases, pulls away just enough to make you chase him, smirking against your skin when he feels the shudder of impatience in your body.

"Admit it," he whispers one night, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns against your thigh.

"Admit what?" you manage, breathless.

He smirks, tipping your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You need me."

You don’t answer.

But when he moves to pull away—when his warmth starts to disappear—you whimper, fingers curling into his shirt to keep him close.

And Brian just laughs, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

"That’s what I thought, babe."

But as always, the cycle never lasts.

Because just as quickly as he appeared, Brian disappears.

One moment, he’s pressing kisses down your neck, murmuring things that make your stomach flip. The next, he’s gone—leaving behind nothing but the ghost of his touch.

You wake up alone.

The sheets are cold. The bed smells like him. Your skin remembers him.

And you hate how much you miss him.

But there’s no time to mourn—because just as you’re curling back into bed, the next one arrives.

Wonpil arrives like the first breath of calm after a storm.

You don’t even know how long you’ve been lying there—curled up on the couch, wrapped in the same blanket you’ve had on for days, staring blankly at your phone screen. Your body still feels feverish from Brian’s touch, but the fire he ignited has long since burned out, leaving behind an ache you can’t explain.

And then—

A knock.

Soft. Tentative. Like the person on the other side already knows you might not be in the mood for company but wants to check anyway.

Your chest tightens.

For a moment, you debate staying still, ignoring it, letting the weight of your exhaustion and emotions keep you glued in place. But before you can decide, the door creaks open.

"Hey, love."

The voice is as familiar as a favorite song—gentle, soothing, full of understanding.

Your head lifts sluggishly, and there he is.

Wonpil stands in the doorway with two mugs of tea in his hands. His hair is slightly damp, as if he’d walked through a drizzle to get here, his oversized sweater hanging loosely off one shoulder. There’s a softness in his expression that undoes you completely—like he sees the exhaustion in your eyes, the weight in your posture, and loves you anyway.

Like he already knows.

Something inside you cracks wide open.

You don’t say anything. You don’t explain. You just reach for him.

And Wonpil—sweet, steady, unwavering—doesn’t hesitate.

The mugs are set down with quiet care, and in the next breath, you’re in his arms.

His chest is warm, solid, smelling faintly of chamomile and fresh linen. His embrace is secure but never restricting, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other resting gently at your back. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask what’s wrong or why are you crying—he just holds you.

And that’s all it takes for the dam to break.

A shuddering breath escapes you, then another, and suddenly, the sobs come—silent at first, then wracking, shaking, endless. You bury your face into the fabric of his sweater, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered.

Wonpil only tightens his hold, cradling the back of your head, his lips pressing softly against your temple.

"It’s okay," he murmurs, voice as steady as the ground beneath you. "I’m here. Let it out."

So you do.

You cry until your shoulders ache, until your fingers go numb from gripping onto him so tightly. You cry for reasons you can’t even name—because the world feels too loud, because everything is overwhelming, because one moment you feel like the saddest person alive, and the next, you want to fight the sun for existing. 

Because you watched a puppy video earlier and nearly sobbed at how small its paws were. Because your favorite hoodie suddenly feels like the enemy. Because you want to be held and left alone at the same time. Because your emotions are swinging so violently from one extreme to the other that you don’t even know who you are right now.

Because this happens every single month, and you’re so, so tired of it.

"It’s not fair," you whisper, voice hoarse. "We just have to go through this. Every damn month. No break, no choice. Just pain, and exhaustion, and—" Your breath shudders. "I hate it. I hate that it’s normal."

Wonpil exhales softly, his grip on you tightening, as if trying to shield you from something he can’t fight.

"I know, love." His voice is quiet, but there’s an undercurrent of something deep and raw—anger, maybe. Not at you, but for you. "It shouldn’t be this hard. And yet you go through it, again and again."

He pulls back slightly, just enough to cup your face in his hands. His thumbs brush away the tears on your cheeks, his gaze unwavering, heavy with the weight of everything he wants to take from you but can’t.

"You shouldn’t have to be this strong," he says, and it makes you ache all over again.

—

Wonpil doesn’t try to fix you.

He just is.

He moves through your space as if he’s always belonged there—cleaning up the mess you’ve ignored for days, gathering the mugs and plates you left untouched, tidying up the small corners of your life without making a big deal about it.

He doesn’t ask if you’re hungry. He just makes something light, sets it in front of you, and brushes a gentle hand against yours until you take a bite.

When you start overthinking, retreating into yourself, he doesn’t let you drown in it.

Instead, he pulls you close—tugging you into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You curl into his warmth, and he plays with your fingers absentmindedly, tracing slow patterns against your skin.

"Whatever you’re worrying about," he says, voice light but firm, "it can wait. Just breathe with me."

But the guilt creeps in.

You should be doing more. You should be better. You should be stronger.

And then it spirals—self-doubt, exhaustion, the unbearable weight of just existing. Your body betrays you, your emotions turn violent, and suddenly, you’re drowning in a cycle no one truly understands.

It’s knowing that tomorrow might be better, but today?

Today, you feel like you’re unraveling.

Everyone thinks it’s just hormones, like it’s some minor inconvenience, like it’s not a battle you fight every single month. Like it doesn’t reach deep inside you and rip you apart, making you question everything—your worth, your sanity, your ability to just exist without feeling like you’re too much and not enough at the same time.

Like it doesn’t make you wonder, even for just a fleeting second, why am I even here?

Wonpil’s arms tighten around you as if he already knows.

As if he can feel it—the weight, the suffocating pressure, the way your mind turns against you.

"You’re enough," he interrupts, voice steady.

You shake your head, throat closing up. “I don’t feel like I am.”

"That doesn’t make it true."

He cups your face gently, tilting your chin up until your eyes meet his. His gaze is unwavering—soft but so sure.

"You are enough, exactly as you are. Even when you don’t feel like it. Even when you don’t believe it. Even when your mind tells you otherwise."

Your lips tremble. “What if I never feel like I’m enough?”

Wonpil exhales, pressing his forehead against yours, grounding you with the warmth of his presence.

"Then I’ll keep reminding you."

—

One night, he sings to you.

It happens naturally, like it was always meant to unfold this way.

You’re lying with your head in his lap, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. The world outside is quiet, the soft hum of the city muffled by the safety of your apartment. Wonpil’s fingers trace slow, rhythmic patterns along your arm—grounding you, keeping you present.

And then—

A melody.

Soft at first, just a hum, the vibrations of it thrumming through his chest, traveling into you. Then, his voice follows—low and warm, like the gentle flicker of candlelight, wrapping around you with a tenderness that makes your throat close up.

Your chest tightens.

"You’re unfair," you whisper, eyes burning. You clutch the fabric of his sweater, voice small, raw. "I don’t want you to go."

Wonpil’s hand pauses.

A beat of silence.

Then, so, so softly—

"I know."

His fingers trace lazy circles on your arm as he adds, “But it’s my role, remember?”

You frown. “What role?”

He smiles. “I’m your Emotional Haven Boyfriend.”

Your brain stalls. “…You what?”

Wonpil chuckles. “It’s part of the cycle. Brian wrecks you, I patch you up. Standard procedure.”

You blink up at him, still in awe of how the universe—or whatever strange force governs your life—has somehow assigned you a boyfriend for every stage of your cycle. It’s ridiculous. It’s bizarre. It’s—honestly—kind of impressive.

And yet, here Wonpil is, embodying comfort itself, holding you like he was made for this moment.

You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “This can’t be real.”

Wonpil hums, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Just relax, love. You’re safe with me.”

But the next morning, he’s gone.

The apartment feels emptier without him, like the warmth he left behind is already fading. The blanket still smells like him. The tea he made is still sitting on the table, untouched.

And just as the weight of his absence settles—

The cramps start.

No dramatic entrance. No teasing smirks. Just the solid weight of a heating pad pressed into your hands, a bar of chocolate set beside you, and a quiet presence that feels like relief.

You blink up at him from where you’re curled on the couch, already half-dead from cramps, wrapped in your thickest blanket like a pitiful, suffering creature.

"Who—?"

"Eat," he says simply, nodding toward the chocolate.

You obey without question.

Because Dowoon isn’t the kind of guy you argue with. He doesn’t ask if you want something—he just knows what you need and makes sure you have it.

—

Dowoon is different.

Where Brian was temptation and Wonpil was comfort, Dowoon is stability.

He doesn’t hover or fuss. He doesn’t fill the air with empty reassurances or ask what’s wrong when the answer is obvious. He just observes, understands, and acts.

When you shift uncomfortably, pressing a hand to your stomach, he moves behind you, strong hands finding your lower back. His thumbs press into just the right spots, kneading slow, steady circles until the pain eases, until you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

When you zone out from exhaustion, his voice anchors you—low and steady, breaking through the haze.

"Drink," he murmurs, nudging a warm cup into your hands.

You don’t even have the energy to argue. You just sip, letting the warmth seep through you, and he watches until he’s satisfied that you won’t neglect yourself.

And when the pain is too much, when you’ve exhausted every remedy and you’re still miserable, he doesn’t tell you to push through or be strong.

Instead, he lets you collapse against him, his hoodie soft against your cheek, his arm solid around your shoulder.

"I know," he says quietly, like he really, really does.

—

Dowoon doesn’t need words to show love.

He won’t make grand speeches or theatrical gestures. But somehow, he’s always prepared.

He knows which painkillers work best for you, which foods you can tolerate when your stomach feels awful, and that one brand of tea that helps—even though you always insist it doesn’t.

He stocks your kitchen with everything you might need before you even ask.

He wakes up before you just to make sure the heating pad is warm again.

He listens, even when you don’t say anything.

And somehow, no matter how insufferable you get, he never wavers.

Not even when you’re at your absolute worst.

"Dowoon," you whimper one night, buried under three layers of blankets, your face smooshed into his hoodie. You clutch at his sleeve weakly, tugging. "It hurts."

"I know," he says simply, adjusting his arm so you can rest more comfortably against his chest.

"Fix it," you mumble, barely conscious.

He doesn’t say I can’t.

He just reaches for another heating pad, pressing it gently against your stomach, then tucks the blanket more securely around you. His hand settles on your back, steady and grounding.

"Here," he murmurs, shifting so you can burrow deeper into his warmth. "Better?"

You don’t respond—not with words. But your fingers curl into his hoodie, gripping lightly, as if anchoring yourself to him.

He notices.

He doesn’t say anything about it. He just lets you stay.

Because Dowoon is the period boyfriend—the one who doesn’t just endure your worst, but embraces it. The one who doesn’t ask you to be okay, but stays beside you until you are.

When the pain finally fades, so does he.

And then, in the quiet aftermath, the last one arrives.

Sungjin shows up when the cycle has drained you completely.

His arrival is simple—no grand entrance, no unnecessary words. Just the soft rustling of movement in your space, quiet and sure. One moment, you're sprawled out on the couch, feeling wrung out and empty after surviving the past three weeks. The next, there’s a presence in the room, steady and familiar.

When you lift your head, he’s there.

Sungjin stands in the doorway, watching you with that quiet certainty of someone who has done this before—who has seen you at your worst and loves you just the same. He doesn’t ask how you’re feeling. He doesn’t have to. His gaze already holds the answer, the understanding sinking deep into your bones before he even speaks.

Then, he extends his hand.

"Let’s get some fresh air."

It’s not a request. It’s not even a suggestion. It’s an invitation.

And something about the way he says it—calm, assured, like he already knows you need it—makes you take his hand without hesitation.

His grip is firm, warm, grounding. And as he leads you outside, guiding you away from the exhaustion and weight of the past month, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

Like maybe, just maybe, you can start again.

—

The post-period phase is like standing at the edge of something new. Your body, exhausted from battle, is slowly regaining strength. Your emotions, frayed and stretched thin, are settling into something quieter.

The world feels softer, lighter.

The air is crisp, a quiet contrast to the chaos of the past few weeks. The streets are mostly empty, the world moving at a slower pace. You walk side by side, your steps falling into an easy rhythm with his.

Sungjin doesn’t hover. He doesn’t coddle. Instead, he moves at your pace, hands tucked into his pockets as if he’s content just being here with you.

After a while, he speaks. "How do you feel?"

You exhale slowly, watching your breath curl in the cool air. "Tired. Kind of empty, I guess."

Sungjin nods like he expected that answer. He waits a beat before saying, "You did good."

You pause mid-step, blinking up at him. "Huh?"

His gaze meets yours, warm and unwavering. "You survived another month. Even when you felt awful. Even when everything felt too much. You’re here."

Something tightens in your chest.

"You make it sound like I ran a marathon," you mutter, looking away.

"You kind of did," he points out. "Your body went through hell, your emotions were all over the place, and yet you still got through it. That’s not nothing."

You swallow, your throat suddenly tight. "It doesn’t feel like an achievement."

Sungjin sighs, then does something unexpected—he gently tugs your sleeve, pulling you to a stop. When you look up, his expression is serious, steady.

"Listen," he says, voice low, careful. "I know it feels like this is just... normal. Like it’s something you should be able to handle without thinking. But that doesn’t mean it’s not hard. And just because you’ve done it before doesn’t mean it’s any less of a victory."

His fingers brush against yours. It’s the lightest touch, but it anchors you in place.

"I’m proud of you," he says, no hesitation in his voice.

And maybe you don’t fully believe it yet, but the way he says it—steady, certain, like it’s the most natural thing in the world—makes you feel undeniably, unshakably loved.

You don’t respond, but after a moment, you lean into him slightly. He doesn’t say anything about it—just shifts enough to make space for you, letting you rest against him.

The tension in your shoulders finally unwinds. The exhaustion of the past month still lingers, but it no longer feels so suffocating.

For the first time in weeks, you feel okay.

Safe.

Balanced.

Like yourself again.

—

The week passes in this quiet, steady rhythm.

You move through your days without the weight of your body fighting against you. Your mind is clearer. You can focus. There’s no more pain, no more irritability, no more exhaustion weighing you down.

You finally feel in control again.

And Sungjin stays—the steady presence in the background, neither overwhelming nor absent.

He checks in, but never too much. He encourages you to move, but never pushes. He reminds you to take care of yourself, but never makes you feel weak for needing rest.

He resets you—slowly, gently, like grounding a system that’s been thrown off balance for weeks.

—

But just as you begin to settle into the peace, the cycle resets.

And when you wake up the next morning, Brian is there—grinning like he never left.

"Miss me, babe?"

You groan, already feeling the heat rising under your skin.

It’s starting all over again.

God really said, let’s make this bitch suffer forever.

[luvkyu]

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.

[dearly-somber]

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