#day6 dowoon

[rvnclyd]

thank you so much DAY6 for a decade of great music and inspiration! 🥹🫶🏼✨

[jooyeonnie]

a puppy!

[finnabis]

The Beatles? I think you mean Day6

[kcake555]

Dowoon cake 🍰

day6

[persoina]

Oie, Pedroca! Tudo bem? 💞

Poderia fazer icons do Day6 para mim? De preferência do YoungK e do Jae, mas se puder fazer de todos os meninos, também... 🥹

OLÁ! Pedido feito, iconzitos do day6 (com um enfoquezinho no jae e no youngK)! 🌕

🌕 ١ ❛ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐀﹐仓﹒ ★. 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝! Day6 (Ot5) ICONS:— Like or reblog if you save and use!! 🤘🏻マ créditos não são obrigatórios, mas são bem vindos.

[pirimiriwon]

VANS CHECKERBOARD SLIP-ON CAMPAIGN—with DAY6

Photo source: @gq_korea on Instagram

[cikeneggy]

r?g?y? oho~ what's the verdict?! DAY6's edition

curious if you should approach them? in this reading, we’ll dig into their red, green, and yellow flags to see what’s really going on... should you take the leap or back off? I’ll give you the verdict at the end! 💔💚💛

Sungjin: 🌹 says he’s over things, but he’s not. still stuck in the same emotional loop, just pretending he’s “fine.” spoiler: he’s not fine. only starts to care once something (or someone) is slipping away. classic case of “wanting what he can’t have.” 🍀 got that lucky streak where life just… works out. no matter how messy things get, he somehow lands on his feet. has go-with-the-flow energy that keeps him moving forward. trying to be more open and honest; finally realizing he doesn’t need to play mind games. quiet growth you might not notice right away. 🌻 dramatic about pain. turns small disappointments into full-blown tragedies. might guilt-trip without meaning to. verdict? magnetic and ambitious when he’s stable. but if his ego takes a hit, brace yourself for chaos; so go with boundaries.

Young K: 🌹 gets demotivated easily. big ideas, low follow-through. trust issues and emotional confusion; sometimes doesn’t even know what he feels himself. 🍀 learning to be more self-aware. knows when he’s overthinking and is starting to control it instead of letting it control him. keeps things calm. knows how to move on without drama. 🌻 acts fine when he’s actually exhausted; needs rest but refuses to slow down. verdict? go, but don't push. he’s just getting out of a slump; let him find his spark again first.

Wonpil: 🌹 avoids facing pain head-on; pretends he’s “fine” when he’s just suppressing it. thinks he knows what he wants, but it changes once reality hits. prone to second-guessing. 🍀 softened up. still sharp, but learning to lead with heart instead of defense. hasn’t given up, even if he says he has; quiet resilience under all that doubt. 🌻 creative burnout. wants inspiration to come back but isn’t doing much to chase it. verdict? approach gently. he’s sensitive and caring, just don’t expect him to be emotionally steady all the time.

Dowoon: 🌹 constantly on guard. even when things are good, he’s braced for impact. needs validation a little too much; thrives on recognition, struggles without it. 🍀 matured, less impulsive, more thoughtful about his direction. actually trying to re-engage with life again; open to new experiences after a long meh phase. 🌻 has trouble letting go until something explodes. learns lessons the hard way. verdict? still in transition phase, learning to be honest. so go but stay real.

[sxfterhearts]

misjudgements

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ non-idol!dowoon x reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: angst

♡ word count: 645 words

♡ author’s note: based on a true story (not me processing my thoughts by writing a fic about it smh)

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“don’t do this.”

“what?”

“dowoon,” you said his name as gently as you could, but it still sounded like a warning.

the boy in question looked at you, his eyes piercing as it tried to read you. the lighting was dim, the air polluted with the smoke of cigarettes, and the crowd pulsed and moved along with the deep, vibrating bass. 

“noona,” he called weakly, barely audible amongst the music in the club. his grip on your waist faltered.

you pretended not to hear him, banging your head to the latest beat chosen by the dj. it was easy to ignore him and his wandering hands when you were perfectly sober, despite the numerous drinks and shots you shared throughout the night. 

well, you supposed one of you had to have their heads below the clouds on a night like tonight. 

and that someone was definitely not dowoon, judging by the way he swayed to the music, almost limbless.

you briefly wondered how you got here; how the night unfolded like this. what started as a simple get-together at dowoon’s place with a group of friends, led to kick-ons at the club, and one by one, his friends left. only the two of you remained.

your heart squeezed in your chest. dowoon was a dear friend, and you knew he was hurting. it’d been less than half a year since his first relationship ended, and it scarred him deeply. dowoon was never one for many words, let alone words about his emotions or feelings or anything of that sort, but during a sacred moment in the backyard as you passed your vape back and forth, he admitted that things were not easy. in fact, it had been absolutely gut-wrenching. to go from being with someone and loving them and living with them and taking care of them - to now living on his own, in a tiny apartment, with no one to go home to. 

so you listened. you let him talk, let him get it out of his system. you acknowledged his words and provided a few words of comfort where necessary, but mostly gave him the space to express what he’d been holding inside. 

you thought you were being a good friend.

but perhaps, it was not the right move.

thoughts swarmed your head as you found yourself alone with him in the dinghy club. somehow, his hands found their place on your waist. and when he noticed your fringe falling over to cover your face, his warm fingers moved to push it away, and lingered.

you knew what he was thinking. even in the deafening backdrop of early 2000s pop music, you could hear his thoughts, as clear as day. you knew it was just a split second of misjudgement, a stroke of luck, and dowoon actively seizing the opportunity in front of him. he must’ve thought it would be easy; convenient.

but you didn’t want it. and you didn’t see him this way. sure, he was a dear friend, but nothing more than that. you cared for him, and wanted him to be happy and healthy and well, but not like this - not with you. 

which is why you gave it your all to ignore any of his advances for the remainder of the night. 

you could tell, as he walked him home, that dowoon had a pout permanently plastered on his face. he probably took it as a rejection.

but that’s not how you saw it. you hoped, at least, when day breaks and the hangover dissipates, that he realises that you were doing both of you a favour. 

so you bob along and laugh with him as he hums an off-key tune in the middle of the night. you can’t find it in you to hate him for what he did, or almost did earlier. perhaps you were too forgiving.