[shimchangmins]

sungjin + days gone by mv (2018)

[sunlightkid-deactivated20170917]

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-3-

[guzhuangheaven]

How to make ancient Chinese lip rouge by 李子柒

[mamapluto]

All of her videos are so great tbh

[arcaniumagi2]

her vids are like… Films.

[immaterialmurdoc]

she a has video where she deadass makes furniture out of bambo, a rustic sink out of a rock and literally makes a silk blanket…like from the start, she collects the silk, stretches it, everything, she a real crafter(also, i really want a video where she shows how to make those massive multipurpose cleavers she’s always using.)

[omnybus]

Stu, let me ask you a question: how did you not realize until then that you had too many eggs? Nobody sells eggs in a big cloth-covered basket, so you must have done that yourself. That means you spent god-knows-how-long opening up twelve whole cartons of eggs, carefully placing each egg one-by-one inside a big basket, and then covering it with a big picnic cloth… and at no point- at no point- did you ever stop and think “gee, there might be TOO MANY FUCKING EGGS HERE”

You really have lost control of your life.

[omnybus]

I may have gone overboard with this

[elveepee]

“Ziggurat,” 2019 oil on paper LOUIEVANPATTEN.com

[papasmoke]

hmm, i will jump into this rabbit hole yes

[aww-so-pretty]

The aesthetic dog

[4gifs]

[maruxee]

I’M DEAD

[prokopetz]

Fun fact: if you know your feline body language, you’ll notice that the lynx is deferring to the housecat. As far as these two are concerned, the housecat is the higher-ranking cat.

[thecarvingwitch]

OH MY GOSH

[icarus-in-fl1ght-deactivated202]

It’s because the cat is that lynx’s mom

[softfairies]

[ebjkk]

ep14 😢

ep12-13    ep15    ep16    ep16part2

[wonpabo]

did someone say dowoon soft hours??

[ende-lexeia]

Every hour of the day

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Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Rationale Is For the Weak, Apparently

Younghyun is a logical man. At least, he liked to think he was. He taught math, a subject where everything was thought out and tried over and over again to ensure correct results. All that meant is that Younghyun isn’t unaware of his newfound appreciation of Dowoon’s physique. Or how Dowoon uses said physique.

Dowoon and Younghyun had never been the most tactile of friends. Other than high fiving on the way to their respective classrooms, Dowoon and Younghyun were just a few inches short of basic respect and common decency. Dowoon always pushed Younghyun’s buttons, in the best way possible.

Jesus, why does the very thought make Younghyun squirm?

He’s not delusional - he’s well aware that Dowoon could kick his ass if he ever so chose. He might have a shred more height on him but strength wise Younghyun was ripped, but Dowoon was shredded. Younghyun’s seen enough to know, Dowoon was never hesitant to take off his shirt alcohol or not. Most of the times it was alcohol induced, but that didn’t quite matter all that much when the guy was ripped and played the fucking drums for a living.

Basically what Younghyun was trying to get at was that Dowoon was strong.

Younghyun’s been on the receiving end of it, too.  

Fuck, it’s kind of hot.

It could be that no one else shares the same relationship with Younghyun as Dowoon did either, Dowoon was able to push him around and get away with it. He didn’t quite have height on his side, Dowoon is only an inch shorter than him, and Younghyun was highly non confrontational to begin with so he never put himself in a situation where he literally needed to be manhandled out of the room. Jae hasn’t even tried that, and they dated for a brief period of time.

Maybe Kang Younghyun had a thing for manhandling. He didn’t know. Is that even a kink? It has to be a kink.

Maybe it wasn’t even about Dowoon either, maybe Dowoon was the catalyst to this. Not the cause. He can’t be, he shouldn’t be.

It’s a solid theory on Younghyun’s point, making way more sense than whatever Dowoon could whip up if he were to run this by him. Younghyun just needs to test it.

Ironically enough, Dowoon gives him the chance.

“Hey Kang, listen to this and tell me what you think,” Dowoon says, pushing him down into his chair the week after the Mishap titled as so because The Night My Sanity Was Tested by The Man of Steel Himself was a mouthful.

“Good morning to you too, Dowoon,” he replies, “You’re aware we have kids coming to class in a few-”

“Agh just shut up and listen!” Dowoon repeats, reaching over his shoulder to press the play button.

Younghyun recognizes the audio. It’s one of the demos of their band, Day6, after Dowoon joined when they were in their teens. It was recorded in Jae’s basement in California and they didn’t quite know how to mix so the guitars were slightly louder than the drums and bass and–ah, that’s why Jae flirts with Sungjin all the time, he was in their band too Younghyun just didn’t remember–it brought him back to simpler times.

Brought him back to when he had dreams larger than high school math.

The clip ended, Dowoon looking back at Younghyun with an expectant face.

“Hyun, we should totally get the band back together, we sounded great back the. We probably still have-”

“And that, dear Dowoon,” Younghyun teases, “sounds like a no.”

“A no? Why?” Dowoon whines, and leans against Younghyun’s shoulder, chest pressing against Younghyun’s back and forcing him to lean forward under the weight. There’s a lot of warmth plastered to his spine. Warmth and some pretty firm pecs.

Is it bad that Younghyun imagines Dowoon folding him into the same position somewhere other than this stuffy classroom, with none of the prying eyes and ninety-five percent less clothes? “Hyung, you’re not even going to consider? It’s not for me-” Dowoon is saying, before wrapping a secure arm around Younghyun’s middle, “It’s for my children. During the lunch period or your free period. Jae’s agreed, Sungjin’s agreed, even Wonpil’s agreed-”

“Yeah, well need I remind you I’m thirty-seven and haven’t played my instrument in twenty years Dowoon. Not even once since I started college and especially not now when I’m responsible for teaching,” “Younghyun please,” Dowoon begs and fuck fuck fuck, Younghyun thinks, it’s too warm and I can feel the heat rushing through my cheeks what the hell? I’m really about to explode. Younghyun’s sure that Dowoon isn’t aware he’s fucking him up before his first class starts, but it doesn’t detract from its effect on Younghyun, not even just a bit.

“-Younghyun, please? You’re the missing link.” Dowoon’s voice filters back in. Younghyun takes one look at Dowoon.

“I know you’re not gonna want to hear this, but-” he starts, voice faint with remnants of…well, it was definitely something he shouldn’t be encouraging in a school, “I just don’t think-”

“Okay fine, I’ll find someone else. The kids are going to be disappointed-” Was Yoon Dowoon trying to guilt trip him with his sad eyes and shaky, almost crying voice? Cause if he was, it working, “They really wanted to hear us, even said how cool you were. I could hear their little voices Hyun. “Why did Mister Kang not wanna play for me? I thought he was-”

“Fine! Fine, I’ll play. Just let me get Goldie out of storage,” Younghyun sighed, “And what are we even playing?”

“Better Better? Or I Like You?”

“Better Better,” Younghyun looks to him, “If you’re giving me a choice that is.”

“Okay!” Dowoon smiles, “I’m so excited! I’m gonna tell Jae!”

“You do that,” Younghyun murmurs, watching Dowoon’s back as he walks away. He notices that Dowoon’s shirt stretches tight over his shoulders and back, emphasizing his musculature underneath and Younghyun yanks his gaze away, sinking into his chair as he looked at the time with a bitten-off groan.

So much for his theory.

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Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Uh-Oh Spaghetti Nos

Dowoon’s right about something: that hungover Younghyun and asshole Younghyun are the exact same, and that he’s less than enthused to be stumbling into his classroom with remnants of a headache and stubble he hadn’t been able to shave. He just barely had time to take a quick shower before heading off, and his hair was still dripping water down the back of his neck.

Younghyun wasn’t happy about that.

He makes a beeline for the teacher’s lounge as soon as he arrives on campus, not even bothering to stop and unlock his classroom door. The alluring siren’s call of the coffee machine beckoned him, which has yet to be drained of its energy giving nectar and is blessedly still hot. Younghyun filled his mug and deposits the empty pot back to its place, sighing as he took the first revitalizing sip. Ah, sweet relief.

Younghyun felt way more prepared for the day ahead, and he adjusted the strap of his bag as he headed to his classroom. He nearly inverted his prize at the end of the doorway when he, quite literally, runs into Dowoon; only his tight grip on his coffee mug  saving him from blowing up at Dowoon.

“Jeez, Yoon, where’s the intruder?”

“You drank the last of it, didn’t you?” Dowoon asked. Younghyun took a sip from his mug, staying silent. Dowoon’s eyes narrow. “You didn’t make more, did you? Like you didn’t even bother?”

Younghyun took another sip–longer, just to watch Dowoon twitch–and follows up with a patient, “Dowoon, why do you ask questions you already know the answer to?”

“Because I like the never ending feeling of disappointment I guess,” Dowoon sweetly replied, “Oh! That’s why I put up with you, just to let you know.”

Younghyun smiles, nodding his head in faux understanding. “It’s quite alright Dowoon,” he seriously stated, “Kinks are kinks and yours are valid.” Dowoon wheezed, annoyance vanished in the face of Younghyun’s absolute dumbassery.

“Get out of my way Burger King.”

“You’re lucky I’m into name calling Yoon.” The daily banter exchange quota was filled and both duck around each other, only to run right into each other as they move in the same direction. “Whoops,” Younghyun chirped, taking a step in the opposite direction. It looked like the two are doing some awkward two step– and okay, maybe he was doing it to piss Dowoon off a little bit. What can Younghyun say, it’s a habit!–until Dowoon laughed and gripped Younghyun’s arms, moving aside and pressing him firmly against the opposite side of the doorway so he can get through. “You’re an asshole Hyun,” Dowoon called over his shoulder, though the insult is undermined by the jokingness of his tone. Younghyun mumbled his reply, walking back to his classroom all flustered. There’s a familiar heat settling in the pit of his stomach and no alcohol to blame this time.

Shit.

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5 Times Younghyun Though About Dowoon’s Physique

Chapter One: Fast Times At A Local Bar

Younghyun had a major problem. Like a gargantuan problem that he didn’t know how to solve.

It started with alcohol, as most profound discoveries do. More specifically however it started with Younghyun, Jae, and Dowoon in a booth at a local bar. Younghyun’s face was flushed from harboring the world’s biggest secret in his heart and the excessive amounts of shots they’d taken together. Younghyun’s skirting on the edge of consciousness and sleep, courtesy of horrific insomnia and the plentiful abundance of alcohol. His head has graduated from resting against the back of the booth to the table which didn’t matter anyways: both were sticky and practically infused with alcohol either way, but Younghyun preferred resting his head against flesh than wood anyway. So he endured. Okay so he may have overdone it. Just a smidge.

“Awe Bri,” Dowoon said, “Tapping out? Already?” He makes a face at him. The horribly hidden amusement in Dowoon’s voice gives him away. “How are you even upright?” Younghyun asked, squinting up at Dowoon. He’s flushed from dancing, tiny black hairs damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead. His smile glows in the dim purple light.

“Yeah,” Jae added on, “You drank more than Younghyun and you don’t even look smashed. And there’s less of you.”

Dowoon rolled his eyes at them, though his grin doesn’t falter. It’s the usual weekend fun time at work, Younghyun figures. Dowoon’s always a little too energetic on a Friday, especially after all his drum lessons are done. It’s the pure, unadulterated joy of working a nine to five job at a school that really pumps Dowoon up.  “Really? A short joke? You’re gonna sleep on the fucking street if you keep it up.”

“I don’t need to stay at your place,” Younghyun mumbled, eyes slipping closed once again. Younghyun felt opening his eyelids took more energy than he had and that there might as well have been tiny people pulling his eyelids down. “I’m gonna sleep right here. Right in this booth.”

“Uh huh. Sure you are,” Dowoon replied. Younghyun heard the pitter patter of his footsteps coming incredibly close, followed by his calloused hand touching Younghyun’s exposed shoulder. “I have a hunch that sober Younghyun wouldn’t want to be glued to this sticky table, am I wrong?”

“That’s a problem for sober Younghyun,” he speaks around his yawn, putting his head in his folded arms.

“We also have to work on lesson plans tomorrow,” Dowoon added, “Just in case you somehow forgot that math needs lesson plans.”

“I said what I said Dowoon,” Younghyun sighed, “And isn’t that what Sunday’s for? Lesson plans?”

“Yeah well Jae-hyung is helping me with mine and he’s only available tomorrow. And also. I’d like to relax on my Sunday evening this time around, instead of scrambling to finish lesson plans for the goddamn week.” Dowoon tipped back another shot of soju–he’s going to get so fucked up if he continues, Younghyun thinks to himself. “ If that’s alright with you your highness,” Dowoon rolled his eyes, “And also, sober Younghyun is also hungover Younghyun. And hungover Younghyun is kind of an asshole in public.”

Younghyun has a retort on the tip of his tongue, surely, yet all he’s able to mumble in reply is, “I am not an asshole, you asshole.” And Dowoon wheezes at Younghyun’s definitely well thought out retort. Dowoon silently wrapped his arm around Younghyun’s shoulders and Younghyun tired to protest–he’s grown quite accustomed to his sticky tabletop, thanks ;also there’s quite a real possibility that he’ll fall right to the floor if he were to stand upright –but all that comes out is a noise of surprise as Dowoon grabbed his arm and, effortlessly which was the surprising part, hoisted Younghyun up out of the booth.

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck?” Younghyun cursed, a distinct note of wonder in his voice he attempts to kill before Dowoon caught it; judging by Dowoon’s smirk however, he doubted he was successful. “Wait, where’s Jae?”

“Flirting with Sungjin,” Dowoon pointed towards the bar where– of course, Younghyun thinks–Jae and the bartender were hitting it off. “C’mon beanpole. You doing okay?” One of Dowoon’s arms is snug around Younghyun’s waist, the other is anchoring Younghyun’s arm around his own shoulders. Dowoon’s so unperturbed by the situation that it begins to piss Younghyun off a little. The little asshole could at least pretend to be breathless for a little while at least, but still. Younghyun gave the question some thought.

Okay is…very subjective. Physically, Younghyun wasn’t okay: his legs might as well be noodles for how well they were holding him up at the moment, and he feels like he’s running a fever ever since Dowoon decided to go all Hercules on him. He wasn’t quite alright emotionally either, the reason why they decided to go to the bar in the first place. Okay was…kind of overshooting his actual state of being.

Younghyun wondered how the fuck Dowoon’s managing to maneuver all five foot eleven inches of himself through the bar with nothing but an arm for support, all without a single grunt of effort. He has no idea. Younghyun may be thin, but there’s way more of him than there is of Dowoon, and it’s not like he’s helping either–he’s practically dead weight in Dowoon’s hold.

“You…fucking…show off,” Younghyun muttered, for a lack of anything better to say. It’s meant to be insulting, but his voice doesn’t get the memo. It’s gotten airy, like Younghyun’s impressed by Dowoon’s strength show.

He’s not impressed, just…surprised.

At least, that’s what he convinced himself

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[jaesx]

day6 - sunrise era

[honeybunnycenter]

I have a complaint

Why the fuck does Brian Kang look so good

[lunarimagines]

DATING DOWOON

@stephbangshope said : hi! i was noticing you didn’t have any Day6, and homegirl a hoe for them:-) so if i could, could i request what dating Day6 would be like? if that’s too much, maybe just my baby Dowoon?😊 love always girl!💕

the shyest oml

he plucked up the courage to finally ask you because Jae and Brian were teasing him and he was doing his best to convince them that he really could ask you out

stuttered slightly and almost backed out until you told him you’d love to go on a date with him

actually the Softest Bf In The World

he’d take a lot of photos of things that he wanted to share with you

he’d probably ask the other members to film him while he played the drums because he wanted you to hear something he made up for you

“I know it’s not super romantic but um… I hope you like it…”

but it would honestly be so sweet????? he would be so sweet????

not a fan of pda (p meaning either public or private tbh)

still, he would like to hold your hand even though he’d be a little embarrassed about how sweaty his hand was

early morning dates to see the sunrise

and he’d take candid photos of you with the sunrise in the background

Dowoon’s phone would be filled with photos of you

his lockscreen? you

his homescreen? you

Jay and Brian would be the #1 supporters of your relationships

they would never tease you, they would only tease Dowoon

actually, all of Day6 would all support your relationship

“young love”

Dowoon would want to tell you he loved you ten times a day but he would be too shy until one day it finally slipped out of his mouth

and he’d blush so hard and mumble something about how much he meant what he said

and when you told him you loved him as well he’d blush even harder

shy kisses all the time

mostly on your cheeks

he’d love when you kissed him on the nose

subtle couple items like phone cases or jewelry

he’d probably have your name saved in his phone as some cute if not somewhat cringy nickname

he’d smile whenever he saw it pop up on his phone, grinning down at it with his hair falling slightly into his face

Dowoon would be a soft boyfriend who would love you unconditionally and still be shy about things the two of you had done a hundred times and he would want to show you that he loved you any way he could

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