⋆.𐙚 ̊ clingy!tws headcanons, idol!tws x gn!reader, wc: +1.7k, i mean no harm to any of the members. this is purely a work of fiction!
⋆˚꩜｡ shinyu
shinyu may be the eldest in the group, but as the youngest in his family, there's nothing he likes more than being babied by you. it had been their day off and you had planned an outing together that day. but shinyu was being extra clingy, refusing to get out of bed.
"baby, five more minutes, please," he said, voice muffled as he burrowed his face in the crook of your neck, messing up his bedhead even more, which you didn't even know was possible. you always teased him how crazy his hair would be after bed, having your phone gallery full of pictures of what he looked like first thing in the morning.
"hwannie, you've been saying that for the past hour," you whined as lightly hit his chest, feigning annoyance. but on the inside, you didn't mind the opportunity to cuddle with him a little bit more. especially since he’d been so tired from his schedules lately.
"last five minutes, i promise," he replied, hugging you even closer to his chest. you could only roll your eyes in amusement, giving in to his request. your hand unconsciously reaches up to thread your fingers through his hair, as if he was a puppy. he hummed and smiled even in his sleepy state, thinking that he could stay here in this moment for the rest of his life.
rest of the members under the cut!
⋆˚꩜｡ dohoon
it was a friday night, and that meant your weekly date night with dohoon. this week, you had decided to have a stay in date at their dorms, where you ordered food for everyone and played video games in the living room. you all were having fun, throwing jokes left and right, and making fun of each other’s mario kart skills. as the night grew darker, the others started heading to bed, leaving you and dohoon in the living room
you had shifted from your spot from the couch, planning to clean up the mess before heading home. dohoon had told you they had schedules the next day, so it was best for you to go home so that you were out of everybody’s way when they needed to get ready in the morning.
“i’ll go home after cleaning-“ you started, before you felt dohoon’s arms wrap around your waist. “no,” he whined “you’re staying the night with me.” you could only let out a small laugh at his reaction. dohoon, despite caring so deeply of his cool image, was always so clingy when the it’s time for you to go home. he had always claimed that you helped him sleep better. which is true, considering it would need double the effort to get him out of his bed if you were sleeping with him.
“you have schedules tomorrow and i don’t want to bother-“ you couldn’t even finish you sentence before dohoon pulled you back on the couch. falling onto your back, you barely had time to escape before dohoon put his entire body weight on you. “you’re not a bother to anyone, and the schedules are in the afternoon,” he said casually as if you weren’t being squished, “so can we please cuddle and sleep in tomorrow?” he finally brought his gaze to you, waiting for your response.
you were going to say no, but you couldn’t resist the look on his face. from his beady eyes, to his puffed out cheeks, and to his pouty lips, he was already begging you to stay.
“fine, you’re getting away with it this time,” you said before placing a kiss on his lips. but who were you kidding, he always got his way.
⋆˚꩜｡ youngjae
youngjae was always the quiet one, but you noticed that tonight he had been maybe too quiet. you were hanging out with the other members, exploring the city after dinner. throughout the night, you would squeeze youngjae’s hand and ask him with your eyes if everything was okay. but he’d only give you a reassuring smile in return before turning his attention back to the group.
everybody decided to go back to the hotel, already tired from the day’s activities. you were sharing a room with youngjae of course, and you were also excited to have some alone time with him after a long day out with friends.
you barely got to close the door to the hotel room when youngjae caught you in the biggest bear hug, dropping his forehead to your shoulder.
"is something wrong?", you asked, concerned over your boyfriend's behavior. you felt him shake his head against your shoulder, "nothing, just wanted your attention."
you smiled at his reason before teasing him, "you big baby. let's spend tomorrow for just the two of us, hm?" you suggested as you rubbed his back, not rushing to let go of the embrace.
throughout your relationship with youngjae, you came to realize that when his social battery would run out, his favorite way to recharge would be to spend some alone time with you.
he reluctantly let go of your hold to go and get ready for bed, but not before stealing a kiss and walking away as if he didn't ask to be babied for a good minute or two.
⋆˚꩜｡ hanjin
the moment the members had told you that hanjin was not feeling well, you immediately went to the store to buy things you needed to take care of him.
when you arrived at the dorms, you quietly walked in hanjin's room. approaching his bed, you tried to locate your boyfriend who was buried under blankets and his many plushies.
he stirred in his sleep, peaking his head from under the blankets. he squinted his eyes up at the figure in front of him. when he realized that it was you, he frowned, feeling guilty. "baobei, you didn't have to come here. you'll get sick," he said as he hid himself under the blanket again.
still, you approached him, and patted his head over the blanket. "don't worry, i'll just be in the kitchen making you food." you had left the room and made your way to the kitchen.
you hadn't even finished unpacking the groceries, when your heard a door click open and close. out came hanjin still wrapped in his blanket, taking small and slow steps to you in the kitchen. you were about the scold him when he had simply come up to hug you from behind.
"i want cuddles," he said, voice raspy and muffled. your heart immediately melted, not having the heart to scold him anymore. you grabbed him by the hand and guided him to the couch.
"we can cuddle later when you've eaten some food and taken your medicine, okay?" you said, as you made sure he was comfy on one side of the couch. all hanjin wanted to do was to cling on to you everywhere you went. but he knew you were doing what was best for him.
so he watched you move around the kitchen from the living room sofa, wondering how lucky he was to have you.
⋆˚꩜｡ jihoon
if you could describe han jihoon in only one word, it definitely would be clingy. you could be anywhere. in the dance practice room, their dorms, even in public. he would hug you, beg you to pet his hair, even putting his body in weird positions just to gain your attention and place his head under your hand.
you would sometimes wonder if he ever ran out of energy. because by the way you watch him interact with his members and perform on stage, it really did seem like he had unlimited energy.
but after a certain busy and tiring comeback season, they finally had a few days off. you were on your way to their dorm, already having a bag full of snacks to share with everybody. you were already thinking of all of the things that jihoon would want to tell you about this comeback and every funny moment that had happened in between.
but you were surprised when you entered their dorm and you weren't ambushed by your boyfriend, who would usually come bounding down the hallway to greet you like a puppy waiting for his owner. you found the other members in the living room, but jihoon had been nowhere to be found.
dohoon said that jihoon was in their room, saying that he was retiring early for the night. after dropping off the snacks, you went to jihoon's room where you found him already in bed, body in another weird sleeping position. you always teased him with the way that even in his sleep, his body can't stop moving.
you approached his bed, deciding to join him. jihoon stirred in his sleep, already moving aside to make space for you. even if he was half-asleep, it was as if he knew it was you, already had the feeling of your presence memorized.
once settled in bed, you could only laugh at the contrast of the situation. this was one of the rare times where you found jihoon tired out. calm, even. but nothing changed, as even in his sleepy state, he found your wrist and brought it to his head, asking for head rubs as he continued to fall back asleep.
⋆˚꩜｡ kyungmin
kyungmin was already so babied by his members, being the maknae. so in your relationship, it was actually kind of rare for him to be clingy to you, especially since he was used to being the eldest in his family, anyway.
but perhaps today was an exception. you were hanging out with the rest of the members at an arcade, having a go at the different games with each of the members.
but now that you were back home, you had wondered why kyungmin was following you around everywhere you'd go. even now as you were trying to focus on the movie that the two of you were supposed to be watching, kyungmin was restless beside you.
"okay, what's wrong?" you asked, as you finally turned to face him. he couldn't even meet your eyes, choosing to focus his eyes on his lap.
"y-you haven't been giving me a lot of attention today," he confessed quietly, "but you were having so much fun, so i didn't want to bring it up."
"aww, is my minie jelous?" you said, teasingly. before he could even protest, you wrapped your arms around him, snuggling your face into his chest. "you don't have to keep it in, okay? i like it when you're clingy."
kyungmin couldn't even respond. instead, he welcomed the attention with open arms, his heart warming at the fact that he doesn't need to pretend or hide his feelings, especially not from you.
gosh i forgot how hard it is to write headcanons hehe but i hope you like them!! pls send in any thoughts, ideas, requests and i'll try to get to them when i can! i'd also love to chitchat about the members any time!
❪ はじめまして ❫ hurt/comfort est. rs dohoon x f!reader 1467 cw ノ they have an argument and dohoon says some pretty mean things :(, crying, overthinking, kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ literally wrote part of this in a little notebook during the sermon in church... i really have my priorities straight sdkjsk / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Dohoon doesn't think he will be able to sleep tonight. Not after what he said to you earlier. He feels so ashamed the words even left his mouth, but they did in the heat of the moment, and it's too late to take them back now. He can't undo it, nor can he go back and prevent how those words would hit you suddenly and sharply. The way your eyes widened and you sucked in a breath, holding back tears that you would not let fall in front of him. And then you turned, like you no longer wanted anything to do with him, and your words from then on have torn through him like nails. It's all his fault.
"Why did you show up here without even asking first? You're gonna embarrass me in front of these sponsors. Why do you always think I want to see you at work? It's so unprofessional!"
It was a perfect combination of stress and tiredness snowballing into an overreaction. If Dohoon had been thinking straight, he should have melted on the spot at your gesture. Showing up at his ad shoot with a homemade lunch and a cute little sticky note to wish him luck. You weren't planning to stay long. You wouldn't even be in the way. You know how stressed he's been lately and just wanted to ease it the best way you know how. You didn't think it would end up backfiring on you.
"Fine. If that's how you feel, you should have let me know earlier. I'll leave before I embarrass you more. Have a good lunch. I'm sure it'll be better than what I made anyway."
You let the water drip down the side of your cheek as you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror and replay the argument again in your head. Dohoon came home an hour ago and you've been hiding yourself in the bathroom ever since. The lunch you had taken to him sits abandoned in the fridge, still in its box. The heart-shaped sticky note lays crumpled in the trash can.
Your tear stains are still visible, as are the faint red rims around your eyes. Knowing Dohoon, he will probably notice if you gave him the opportunity. Washing your face had done nothing much to conceal what the past hours have been spent doing.
You don’t like fighting with him. Most of your anger has drained away leaving only a sparse and broken sadness. You are calmer now, but not yet ready to forgive him. He will need to ask for that from you.
You’ve fought with him before and you know how he gets. So stubborn and unmoving until he sees your tears, notices that his words aren’t just something you’ll shrug off like his friends. They mean a lot more to you. You take everything a lot harder.
Dohoon isn’t in bed when you come out of the bathroom. You wonder if he’s decided to sleep on the couch tonight. Or, perhaps he’s still annoyed with you and avoiding contact. You decide you won’t waste your time worrying about him and tell yourself that you don’t care where he sleeps or what he’s thinking.
It’s a lie. Of course it is.
As you lay in bed, your only thought is him.
Dohoon, Dohoon, Dohoon.
Is he tired? Exhausted from the shoot? Did he eat lunch? Is he still mad at you? If he sleeps on the couch, will he be uncomfortable? How long has he felt like this—annoyed and embarrassed that you’re his girlfriend? Does he want to break up with you?
You don’t want to break up with him, and the thought of it starts to panic you. To your dismay, tears start to prick again. Dohoon is the best thing in your life. Even with the fight today, he’s still everything to you, and you want him; stubbornness included.
The bed dips, and you realize Dohoon must have come in without you realizing. He must think you are already asleep, as your back faces the bedroom door and you’ve been completely still, consumed by your thoughts.
You quiet your breath and bite your lip to keep your tears at bay. He'll hear you if you don't. He'll see you crying, and then he'll feel horrible. And as much as you were angry at him earlier, you'll feel worse if you see him guilty.
You know he's looking at you. Somehow, without even turning, you can feel his gaze on you. And it's heavy, like he wants to say something but is hesitating. Your lip trembles and suddenly it's too hard to hold it in. Your tears burst through, and before you can stop it, a quiet sob escapes you.
Dohoon sits up, eyes wide, throat tight. He was sure you were asleep. He was relieved when he walked into the bedroom and saw you already under the covers. He didn't guess that you were still awake all this time, and doing your best to not cry. You have always hated crying in front of others.
"Y/n?"
It comes out strained and soft, the words still clinging to a fraction of hesitance. But they fight their way out, and your name on his lips breaks through your raging thoughts. You press your face into your pillow and try to steady your breathing. You can't stop your tears from sheer willpower, but you still try to.
When Dohoon's hand touches your shoulder, the tension in your muscles is dispelled.
"Y/n, let me hold you. Can I? Please?"
Your brain barely processes what he's saying, but your body seems to understand without it. You shift just slightly closer to him, enough to invite more. Soon enough he's pulling you against his chest and holding you tightly. You're wrapped up completely in his arms, tears swallowed into his hoodie, and the scent of his cologne clinging to your senses. It's almost surprising how much better you feel just by being in his arms.
"Did you mean what you said earlier? You're embarrassed by me?" you ask quietly. You feel Dohoon suck in a sharp breath, and his hand gently stroke your back.
"I shouldn't have said it. I'm sorry. I regretted it immediately. Of course I'm not embarrassed of you. I'm only embarrassed of what I said earlier."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was coming. I should have asked first."
Dohoon shakes his head and presses his lips to your forehead.
"You shouldn't have to apologize for it. How lucky am I to have my girlfriend surprise me with lunch at work? I'm stupid to have acted that way. I was just stressed."
"You made me feel horrible."
Your voice is still choked up, but most of your tears are dried. Dohoon cups your cheeks, his thumbs swiping over the salty tracks your tears left on your face. His eyes are glassy and regretful.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I love you." He kisses you between apologies, his lips softer than you've felt in a long time. "I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry."
It doesn't take long for you to melt into his touch, and soon you're kissing him back just as desperately. The ache in your chest calms to a hush as Dohoon dotes on you, pressing kisses to any inch of skin he can reach.
"You know," you mumble with a laugh. Dohoon still holds your face close to his, forehead pressed against yours. "I couldn't stop worrying about you earlier. Even though I was angry at you, even when I thought you might…"
"Might what? What did you think?"
"That you might want to break up with me," you say finally. Dohoon's eyebrows furrow. You can tell he's beating himself up inside for even letting you think like this. You smile at him. "I know it's stupid. I know you don't want to break up. It was just… I was spiralling."
Dohoon seems to relax, but his eyes still search your face for any sign of discomfort. He only pulls away once he's sure you're feeling better. The exhaustion from the day and comfort of being in Dohoon's arms again hits you all at once, and sleep comes quickly for you.
Dohoon stays awake for a while. He soaks in the sight of you sleeping soundly in his arms and promises himself he won't ever let something like today happen again. He'll never make you feel like that again, never let you doubt him or his love for you. He hopes that sleep will wash away the guilt that still stirs in the pit of his stomach. Even though you've already forgiven him, he still wants to make it up to you. It's the least he can do.
[24/7] ୨୧ classmate!dohoon x reader﹒fluff high school au senior sunrise confession ft. zb1 gunwook, triples yubin, kiiikiii leesol, tws youngjae. ⠀2.3k ﹒ 🎧 ( supercrush )
💌﹒hai…anyone still remember me…LMAO ok but jokes aside sorry for ghosting you guys for two whole months TT i wish i could say that i’ve been busy (which i really have), but honestly i think my biggest issue is procrastination gulps... anyways i hope you enjoy i really love this fic 🥹
the glow of your phone screen illuminated your dark room as your alarm ringtone sounded and your device vibrated, reminding you it was time to wake up. you sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes as you picked up your phone and turned off the alert. a glance at the time told you that it was currently 4:50am. the entire room was still pitch dark, the sky outside a jet black.
you yawned as you sat there for a moment, contemplating your life choices before it suddenly dawned on you why you had woken up so early in the first place: senior sunrise! the realization caused you to perk up, energy suddenly coming to you.
you picked your phone back up and turned off do not disturb, and right on cue, your friends’ messages started flooding into the notification center. you scrolled through the texts, most of them leesol and yubin debating with gunwook about how many donuts to buy. you smiled at their never-ending bantering before shooting them a text that you’d be on the way to school soon. then, climbing out of bed, you slipped into the bathroom to wash up and get ready.
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the air was fresh and chilly as you walked onto the football field of your school fifteen minutes later. blue hour was starting now, the night sky morphing into a mesmerizing shade of deep blue. you peered around, in search of your friends, and was met with the sight of gunwook struggling to carry four large boxes of donuts. you trotted over and took two from him, alleviating him from the risk of dropping all of them and getting scolded by yubin.
“yn!” gunwook turned toward you, happy to see you. “you made it!”
you grinned at him as you set the small stack of boxes on a nearby table, where yubin, committed to her duties as school president, was busy organizing the food the students had brought into a snack bar. leesol was next to her, helping her set up some pre-made signs.
the two looked up from their work upon your arrival.
“yn!” leesol came out from behind the table and gasped dramatically as she circled around you, admiring your outfit. “oh my gosh, you look so good!”
you smiled. “thanks. i forgot my jacket though…hopefully it doesn’t get cold later.” you sighed as leesol pouted and yubin patted your shoulder.
you helped yubin and leesol finish setting up the snack bar before the three of you made your way to where gunwook was laying out a picnic blanket on the synthetic turf.
“gunwook!” a male voice sounded from behind you guys. the boy looked up and saw youngjae, a guy in your class, coming over with his own group of friends. he ran over to the other boy, and two of them dabbed each other up. you noticed in particular that part of youngjae’s group was dohoon, the boy you sat next to in biology class. your heart involuntarily skipped a beat, like that was its natural reaction to dohoon’s very presence. the dip surprised even yourself, and you put your hand to your chest absently. it didn’t help that dohoon’s gaze hadn’t seemed to leave your figure since their group had come. you avoided his gaze, finding it to be a bit intimidating despite the fact that the two of you usually exchanged friendly interactions during class.
“wanna sit with us?” gunwook’s voice snapped you back to what was happening at hand. the other group voiced their agreement, and that’s how you found yourself sat between your friends and dohoon and his friends. somehow—by coincidence, you thought—he had taken a seat at the spot right beside you. the space was slightly cramped, with seven people sitting on three medium-sized blankets, and your shoulder brushed against his occasionally as you shifted around.
the sky started showing more visible signs of light, the color now slowly but surely shifting to a brighter cobalt blue, as more students from your grade made their way into the field.
just as everyone was settling down, playing games, chatting with each other, and munching on snacks, all waiting for the sun to rise, yubin suddenly got up with a start, as one of the teachers had come over to see her about something student government related. as if yubin’s departure had caused a domino effect, leesol also stood up, claiming to need to go use the restroom. gunwook followed, going with youngjae and the rest of dohoon’s friends to go play catch with a football.
and before you knew it, you were all alone with dohoon.
there was an obvious tension in the air, and the awkward silence was starting to make you a bit uncomfortable. however, just as you were about to say something to break the silence, dohoon suddenly spoke first.
“yn. how…are you doing today?”
you were a bit taken aback, hearing his voice initiate conversation for once. usually, you were always the one who started conversations during biology, saying hello when you saw him, commenting about the dissection specimen, asking him questions and such. you couldn’t deny though that—athough a bit unfamiliar—this was a pleasant change.
“i’m good, dohoon. what about you?” you returned politely.
“i’m good too.” he responded, sounding casual as he sat back, leaning on his hands, though you didn’t miss the faint tremble in his voice.
with that, silence ensued, and awkwardness retook its place, as if it had never left at all.
you looked into the distance, absentmindedly tapping your fingers on your arm as you silently prayed for leesol to return from the bathroom and end this awkwardness before you embarrassed yourself in front of dohoon. speaking of who, now cleared his throat as he too stared off into some distant spot, seemingly finding the principal’s munching on donuts to be very intriguing.
you turned your head, looking around at the activity of the other students around you. somehow, if felt as if the other kids were a whole different dimension away from you. like you and dohoon were encased in your own little private bubble separate from the rest of the world. just as you were about to make an observation about the photobooth in a lame attempt at reigniting conversation, a breeze suddenly rushed by, blowing your hair against your face as goosebumps quickly raised upon your bare arms, the feeling akin to raindrops falling upon the cement sidewalks on a particularly rainy day. you shivered involuntarily at the abrupt temperature drop.
dohoon’s figure seemed to visibly tense besides you. “are you cold?” he asked, concern washing over his perfect features.
you were about to shake your head, insisting you were fine, when he spoke again, shaking his head. “wait, sorry, that’s a really dumb question.” then, without warning, he unzipped his jacket, shrugged it off, and handed it over to you.
you stared at him blankly, unsure what to do as you took the jacket into your hands. dohoon made a vague gesture as if telling you to put it on. “wear it. i don’t want you to catch a cold.”
you hesitated a moment, but then the morning breeze picked up once more, and you found yourself pulling the jacket on. the sleeves were a bit long, but its warmth hugged you and gave you comfort. you couldn’t help but notice how good the garment smelled as well: its fragrance was a mix of refreshing cologne and a natural scent that reminded you of wood.
“thanks.” you remembered to say, mumbling the word quietly.
“no worries.” dohoon replies softly, and you look up as he shoots you a small, timid smile. and honestly? that smile warmed you up from inside out more than any jacket in the world possibly could.
you definitely didn’t imagine your own reaction when your face flushed. you could feel the heat, it was practically burning your face. the thought that you were probably already blushing profusely from the cold didn’t help your case either, only tinging your cheeks with more color—from embarrassment, this time.
thankfully, leesol was finally coming back from the restroom now, and you looked upon her approaching figure like she was your life saviour.
she plopped down on the blanket, took one look at you, and asked, “what’s wrong?”
you blinked twice. “nothing’s wrong.”
she narrowed her eyes at you for a moment, her eyes flickering between the jacket on you and dohoon’s jacketless figure next to you. she raised an eyebrow, staring not-so-discreetly at the boy who was nonchalantly scrolling on his phone now.
“did he…?” she asked you in a hushed voice.
you pretended to not understand what she was getting at as you answered, “did he what?”
“come on, yn! you know what i’m talking about…
at this point, the other boys were also making their way back from the field, talking animatedly. gunwook was tossing the football they had been throwing in the air, watching it spin in a spiral before catching it in his arms.
sensing a chance for a distraction, you grasped it quickly and called him over.
“gunwook! over here!”
dohoon’s head popped up at your words, and you stared at him as he watched gunwook’s approaching figure with a complex expression on his face. then, his head abruptly turned, and you found yourself staring into his eyes. your face burned as you briskly turned away.
“i’m going to the bathroom.” you announced as you stood up. you didn’t really have to go, but your heart felt somewhat heavy, like something was weighing on it, and you wanted to go be alone for a bit.
leesol looked up at you. “oh, okay. just make sure to come back before the sun rises!”
you nodded, walking off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.
you could feel a pair of eyes lingering on you even as you walked away.
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after having splashed water on your face to refresh yourself and having stared at your reflection for a good five minutes in the bathroom, you slowly made your way out, hands shoved in your—no, dohoon’s—jacket pockets.
you were starting to head back towards the football field when a quiet voice spoke from behind you.
“yn.”
you turned quickly, face lighting up in pleasant surprise as your brain registered the voice. sure enough, dohoon stood behind you, leaning on the wall separating the two bathrooms. you were so in your own headspace that you hadn’t even noticed him before. as you faced him, he stood up straight, staring into your eyes. his face was serious, but his eyes shone with something that looked a bit like determination.
“oh, hey, dohoon.”
“hi.” was the hesitant response. he scratched his nape, as if he didn’t know what to say. you noticed incredulously that he was—blushing?
he cleared his throat loudly, eyes darting from your eyes to your chin to your lips before finally settling on a spot on the top of your head. “um… how do i say this. i know we’re not really super close, but…”
you tilted your head, waiting.
his face flushed, and he looked right in your eyes as he said the next words. “but i like you! and i…have for a while, actually.”
whatever you had been expecting him to say, it definitely wasn’t this. you were about to say something in response, but he continued on.
“you’re such a caring person and just so pleasant to be around. and i wanted to tell you this now, at the start of our last year, because i wanted this year to be the year i become braver about expressing my feelings.”
you smiled at his words, feeling shy at his compliments. "that’s so sweet, dohoon. i'd love to get to know you better dohoon. to be honest, i've kind of liked you for a while now.”
dohoon’s entire face lit up in genuine surprise before a small smile slowly made its way onto his lips.
“really?” he asked quietly, relief washing across his features.
you nodded eagerly, and took a step forward, standing closer to him. then, standing up on your tip toes, you carefully leaned closer to his face, searching it. you found nothing but warmth and genuine affection on it. taking this as your sign, you closed the distance between the two of you and pressed a light, fleeting kiss onto his lips.
then, you reached out your hand. “come on, let’s go see that sunrise.”
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the two of you made your way, hand in hand, outside the building and back onto the football field, where everyone was starting to gather. the sky was a light blue now, and it was apparent that the new day was fully dawning now.
“yn! dohoon! hurry, the sun’s starting to rise!” you saw yubin beckoning you over in the distance.
you turned around, casting a glance at dohoon, who smiled at you. you found yourself smiling back as you pulled him toward your friends.
“yn!” leesol called as she saw you walking over. then, her eyes trailed to dohoon behind you, and they widened slightly. “oh, hi, dohoon…”
she looked back at you, raising her eyebrows in a silent question. you just shook your head, mouthing “later”, which satisfied her.
by this point, the golden rays of the morning sun had become fully visible, and the light cast a glow upon the seniors’ faces, illuminating their hopes for the new year and their futures.
you stare at the beautiful sight, feeling the sunlight engulf you like a warm hug. you turn to look at dohoon next to you, wanting to catch him enjoying the view as well, only to find him already looking at you.
you raise your eyebrows at him and ask playfully, “aren’t you going to enjoy the view too?”
ʚଓ ּ ֶָ֢. being best friends with an idol had its perks — especially when you were jobless . thank god for han jihoon and his big mouth , now you finally have a job you love . or maybe someone you love ?
⋆˚࿔ 00 . jobless idiot
01 . applications
02 . woonhak stfu
03 . i’m in …?
.✦ ݁˖ heeheesang notes ꪆৎ hai hello annyeong :3 welcome to my tws writer debut …? this will be a short and simple smau just for me to get back on track with writing ! i hope everyone loves this as much as i do hehe 🍀 the tags are so hard to find omg 😭
📬 Archived Letters #09 — “drowsy confessions”
╰┈➤ For anyone who knows that the sweetest words often slip out when we’re too tired to hide them.
pairings. idol!kim dohoon x reader
w.c. 679 words
soundtrack. jaljayo good night by twice
author notes. I never knew that I could love and stan any kpop group again but here we are tws proving me wrong. I'm not even a month in but I'm in this fandom deep. Since it’s also my birthday today so I just want to post this one. Consider it as a birthday special! tws fighting!
After filming Wise Health Checkup for TWS:CLUB, Dohoon felt a little drowsy from the anesthesia. His steps were slightly unsteady as he followed the other members out of the clinic. They all thanked the staffs, doctors, and nurses for helping them through the day. Then, one by one, they said their goodbyes and went home.
You had gotten word from Jihoon that they’re back they’re dorm while Dohoon is still at daze, and despite the late hour, you couldn’t resist visiting. You quietly let yourself in, holding a small bag of snacks and his favorite drink ‘Asyatchu’, careful not to startle him.
“baby…?” His voice was soft, thick with sleepiness as he slumped against the couch, a blanket draped around his shoulders. His hair was messy, and the dark circles under his eyes made him look even more endearing.
“You came to see me,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a half-smile. “Good… good.”
You knelt beside him, setting your bag down. “Of course, silly. How are you feeling?” you murmured as you cupped his cheek.
Dohoon blinked slowly, then reached out almost instinctively, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Better… now that you’re here,” he mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder.
You stifled a laugh at how clingy he already was. “You’re so drowsy… you sound like a little kid,” you teased, brushing a stray hair from his forehead.
“Kid?” He pouted, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I’m… serious… serious grown-up,” he slurred, then yawned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before peeking open again.
The members had called you earlier, already teasing him over the things he had said under anesthesia. Apparently, Dohoon had been very vocal, muttering about wanting to hold hands, asking for comfort, and saying he missed someone—you, in fact without realizing anyone was listening.
“You know, he was talking about you nonstop,” Jihoon had said on the call earlier, laughter bubbling in his voice. “Dohoon said he wanted to keep you in his pocket”
Dohoon’s ears flushed pink as he leaned even closer to you. “I… I didn’t… I just… sleepy… you were in my mind…” he mumbled, his usual pride fighting against the lingering haze of anesthesia.
“Oh my gosh, Dohoon,” you giggled, placing your hands over his. “You think of me even while unconscious?”
“Of course, I always think of you” His sleepy tone was almost whiny, and you could feel his fingers clutching yours tighter. “I…always…think…of you consciously too…”
You laughed again, tugging him gently closer. “Good, you better. But now… you can rest on me while I tease you a bit.”
He nuzzled into your neck, muffling a soft “huh… okay…” His arms snaked around you, holding you like you were his safe space, his drowsy body sinking into yours.
You settled into the couch with him draped over you, one arm holding him close and the other brushing his hair back. His small, sleepy complaints came every so often about how heavy he felt, about how warm you were, about how unfair it was that he couldn’t just stay asleep forever in your arms. And every time, you kissed the top of his head, whispering soft assurances, letting him melt completely against you.
For the next hour, you stayed like that, him murmuring half-coherent thoughts, you laughing quietly and soothing him. Occasionally, he would hug you tighter, mumble something about not wanting to let go, and drift back into a doze, only to repeat the cycle when he stirred.
By the time he finally fell into a peaceful, deep sleep, you couldn’t help but grin at him. The anesthesia hangover might have left him drowsy and clingy, but in that moment, he was entirely yours–soft, vulnerable, and utterly adorable.
“You’re so hopeless,” you whispered, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
And as you sat there holding him, the quiet of the dorm wrapping around you both, you realized that this kind of clingy, sleepy, messy Dohoon was maybe your favorite version of him yet.
