☾Thanks Too: Young Posse, Doeun
☾Note: first time writing for doeun and anyone from young posse I'm gonna make it clear my fics are NOT accurate representation on the people in them it is simply for fantasy and imagination HAPPY PRIDE
☾CW: GAY : wlw : implied smut : MDI :
You had been dating Doeun for nearly a whole year now, a secret woven so tightly between the two of you that it felt like your own private universe. No one knew not her friends, not the watchful eyes of the world outside the dorm walls, not even the casual acquaintances who often remarked on how oddly close you two seemed. To everyone else, you were just best friends, the kind who lingered a little too long in hugs, shared late-night whispers, and finished each other's sentences. But in the quiet hours, when the city lights blurred into soft glows through half drawn curtains, you were so much more. Doeun's laughter was your favorite melody, her gentle touches the only map you needed to navigate the hidden corners of your heart. As a girl who had fallen deeply, you cherished every stolen moment, every whispered promise that this love was yours alone to protect.
It had been Doeun's idea to sneak you into the dorm that night. "Just one night," she had pleaded with those sparkling eyes that always melted your resolve, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm as you both huddled in the back seat of a discreet ride. "The girls are all out late for schedules, and I miss waking up next to you." You couldn't say no. The thrill of it coursed through you like a secret current, your heart pounding as she guided you through the dimly lit hallways, her hand warm and steady in yours. The dorm was quieter than usual, the air thick with the faint scent of vanilla candles and laundry detergent. You slipped into her room undetected, the door clicking shut like a sigh of relief. Clothes were shed in hurried whispers, bodies entwining under the soft covers as the world outside faded away. Her lips found yours in the darkness, tender and insistent, and for hours, it was just the two of you lost in the rhythm of shared breaths, quiet giggles, and the kind of intimacy that made time feel irrelevant.
Morning light filtered through the blinds too soon, painting the room in soft golds and pinks. You stirred first, nestled against Doeun's side, her arm draped possessively over your waist. She was still asleep, her hair a tousled halo on the pillow, and you smiled to yourself, brushing a stray lock from her forehead. The bed felt like a sanctuary, warm and inviting, but nature called. Doeun mumbled something incoherent as you slipped out, pulling on one of her oversized shirts that hung loose on your frame, the fabric carrying her comforting scent. She had mentioned stealing some of Sunhye's snacks earlier, a playful habit of hers that always led to harmless chaos, and you heard her rustling around in the small kitchenette just beyond the bedroom door as you padded back toward the bed. That's when everything unraveled in the most unexpected way.
You reached for one of Doeun's hoodies hanging on the chair nearby soft, oversized, the kind that swallowed your smaller figure whole and made you feel safe. The morning chill nipped at your skin, raising faint goosebumps along your arms, and you craved that familiar warmth. As you tugged it over your head, the fabric muffling the world for a brief second, you heard the soft creak of the door. Jieun, the youngest of the roommates, had wandered in quietly, her eyes still heavy with sleep, searching for the same hoodie you now wore. She froze mid-step, her gaze landing squarely on you tousled hair, Doeun's shirt peeking out from beneath the hoodie, the unmistakable evidence of a night spent in that very bed.
For a heartbeat, silence hung in the air like a held breath. Then Jieun's eyes widened, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' before she let out a piercing scream that shattered the morning calm. "What-oh my god! There's someone in Doeun's bed! It's-it's you!" Her voice cracked with a mix of shock and disbelief as she bolted backward, nearly tripping over her own feet. The scream echoed through the dorm like a siren, pulling the others from their rooms in a whirlwind of confusion. Sunhye was the first to burst in, still clutching a half-eaten snack bar that Doeun had clearly been pilfering moments before, her expression shifting from annoyance to wide-eyed astonishment. "Jieun, what are you yelling about? Wait... is that...?" Her gaze flicked between you and the rumpled sheets where Doeun was now sitting up abruptly, her face flushing a deep crimson as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Yeonjung followed close behind, hair tied up in a messy bun, her phone still in hand from whatever scrolling she'd been doing. She stopped dead in the doorway, a slow grin spreading across her face as realization dawned. "No way. You've been hiding this the whole time? A whole year?"
Jiana appeared last, leaning against the frame with crossed arms, her sharp eyes taking in the scene with a mix of amusement and mock betrayal. "Sneaking her in? Doeun, you sneaky little... And you!" She pointed at you, though her tone was light, teasing. "All this time acting like just friends? We thought you two were glued at the hip for platonic reasons. This explains so much the late texts, the secret smiles."
You stood there in the middle of it all, Doeun's hoodie now feeling both like armor and a spotlight, your cheeks burning as the weight of a year's secrecy crashed down. Your heart raced, a cocktail of embarrassment and relief flooding through you. As a girl who had guarded this love so fiercely, part of you wanted to shrink back into the bed, pull the covers over your head, and pretend this was just another dream. But Doeun was there in an instant, sliding out to wrap her arms around your waist from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder in a gesture that was both protective and unapologetic. "Okay, fine," she admitted with a sheepish laugh, her voice still husky from sleep. "You've caught us. We've been together for almost a year. I didn't want the pressure, the questions... but yeah, she's my girl."
The room erupted into a cacophony of reactions. Jieun, still recovering from her initial scream, bounced on her toes with youthful excitement, bombarding you both with questions. "How did you keep it secret? Do you have matching rings? Wait, is this why Doeun's been so smiley lately?" Sunhye set down the snack bar, pulling you both into a group hug that felt surprisingly warm, her laughter ringing out. "You two are adorable. But next time, just tell us! We could've helped with alibis or something." Yeonjung snapped a quick, blurry photo more for memory than blackmail while Jiana shook her head, already planning some light-hearted teasing rituals for the days ahead.
As the initial shock faded, the morning unfolded into something unexpectedly sweet. The five of them your girlfriend's roommates, now suddenly witnesses to your hidden world insisted on breakfast together, turning the dorm kitchen into a lively hub of chatter and confessions. You sat nestled beside Doeun at the small table, her hand finding yours under the surface, fingers intertwining in quiet reassurance. Stories spilled out: the first date in that hidden café where you'd shared stolen kisses behind menus, the late-night drives where you'd sing along to her favorite songs, the way she'd sneak you notes during group outings that made your heart flutter. They listened with rapt attention, Sunhye occasionally interjecting with "I knew it!" while Jieun hung on every word, her earlier fright replaced by starry-eyed wonder. You felt exposed yet seen, vulnerable but surrounded by warmth. As a girl navigating this new chapter, the fear of judgment melted away under their acceptance. Doeun leaned in at one point, pressing a soft kiss to your temple right there in front of them, no more hiding. "She's the best thing that's happened to me," she murmured, loud enough for the others to hear, her eyes locking with yours in a promise that this was just the beginning.
The day stretched on with laughter echoing through the halls games of truth or dare that revealed more playful secrets, shared playlists blasting from someone's speaker, and lazy afternoons where you all piled onto the couch. Jieun insisted on braiding your hair, declaring it "official roommate bonding," while Yeonjung and Jiana plotted harmless pranks for future visits. Sunhye even offered up her snacks without protest this time, a symbolic olive branch. Through it all, you felt a profound shift: what had been a fragile secret was now a shared joy, strengthening the bond not just between you and Doeun, but weaving you into the fabric of her world.
By evening, as the sun dipped low and painted the dorm in amber hues, you curled up with Doeun once more, the others giving you knowing winks as they retreated to their own spaces. Her arms enveloped you, strong and familiar, and she whispered against your hair, "No more sneaking around, my love. You're mine, and now everyone knows it." You smiled, heart full, realizing that being caught had only made the love feel bigger, brighter, and infinitely more real. In that moment, tangled in sheets and secrets no longer hidden, you knew this was the start of something beautifully unburdened a year of quiet passion blooming into open, everyday magic.
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