❪ 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.
❪ はじめまして ❫ fluff gamer/youtuber au dohoon x streamer f!reader 960 cw ノ some profanity, not proofread 〃 @meow-meow01 ⸝⸝⸝ changed this a tiny bit from your original request to to be gamer!yn but there is shinyu feature too hehe, i hope you enjoy <33 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
You don't see your twitch chat going absolutely wild on your second monitor. You're too busy spamming the keys trying to stay alive during the boss fight. Your stream today was only supposed to be 1-2 hours long, but you've already extended it twice. You're too immersed in the gameplay, plus your chat is having fun too. There was no reason to stop early when you wanted to play more.
You're not even sure what time it is right now. You started streaming at around 4PM, and it's been a few hours at least. The sun has long since set, although, no one would be able to tell due to your lighting set up. On another stream, Junghwan is also playing with you. You've done several collabs in the past and frequently play games together, sometimes even on the same stream. Fans always love it.
Perhaps they love it too much, because no matter how many times you both deny it, your subscribers love to speculate that the two of you are dating. You've slipped that you have a boyfriend—one that is definitely not Shinyu_NowPlaying—in hopes of distilling the rumours for good, but your chat still doesn't want to buy it. It doesn't bother you too much; both you and Junghwan laugh about it all the time. Especially because who you've actually been dating for the past three years is Junghwan's best friend Dohoon.
Your boyfriend doesn't like being on camera, so he's carefully avoided your gaming room whenever you play for the past two years. Obviously, you never pressure him to reveal himself. You both have your private Instagrams separate from your public (and very popular) one. You never thought you'd get this big on the gaming scene. You've always been good at games, but never once thought you could make it your career. Your high school self would never believe you play games that millions of people watch every week. Some days, you can still hardly believe it.
It isn't until you finish the boss fight and take a glance at the chat that you realize what's going on. There are still hundreds of comments flooding your screen, and they get faster as soon as you look over.
who is that lol
is someone in your house????
yn girl look behind you oh my god
WHO THAT IN THE BACK
BOYFRIEND REVEAL?????
You blink, letting out an awkward laugh. There's no way this is what you think it was…
One glance behind your chair confirms it. Your lovely boyfriend is standing in your doorway, clad in an oversized hoodie and sweats—god, he looks good, and you haven't seen him all day.
He seems oblivious to the fact that he's visible on screen, scrolling his phone, patiently waiting for you to be done your boss fight. He won't interrupt you when you're in the middle of a fight. He knows how frustrating that can be. It isn't unusual for him to wait in that very spot, leaning against your doorframe, until you're finished. But it is unusual for him to do it while you're on stream. You put two and two together and quickly realize that you forgot to tell him you were going to go live today. Shit.
"Dohoon," you whisper, taking your headphones off. He looks up, smiling. It drops when he reads your expression. You nod slightly to your monitor, and he sees the blinking red dot on your camera. Fuck.
You can see his expression morph into one of panic in a split second, and you feel so incredibly bad. Behind you, the chat is still going off like crazy.
"dohoon" ???????
THEY KNOW EACH OTHER OMG
we're witnessing history rn
holy shit
is it just me or is the way he looks at her so soft
You expect him to leave the room. You're already thinking of ways to do damage control. You'll delete the stream obviously, anything to protect your boyfriend's wishes. But, to your surprise, he walks towards you instead.
"You know I'm on live, right?" you ask quickly, confused at what he was planning to do. He nods—you can tell he's embarrassed still. You get the hint from him to do an introduction, so you turn back to the chat.
"Guys, this is my boyfriend, Dohoon," you explain, smiling. "Believe me now when I say I'm not dating Junghwan?"
HOLY SHIT HE IS HER BOYFRIEND
howd he pull yn this is crazy
DUDE HES FINE ASF
omg so cuteeeeee
does he speak lmao
he's so shy ><
HELLO DOHOON !!!!
You feel Dohoon wrap his arms around your shoulders and hide his face slightly in your neck. You bring one hand up to his cheek, covering his face more. You're sure that screenshots and clips of this live stream will start trending on Twitter in an hour or less, but part of you is really happy that you finally don't have to hide him. It's been annoying dealing with the rumours, scrolling past the ship posts, and having half your chat asking you and Junghwan to kiss every time you're gaming in the same room.
"Wanna say anything?" you whisper, giggling at the 'does he speak' comment. He straightens up, showing a clear view of his face to the camera for the first time.
"Hi, I'm Dohoon. Nice to meet you," he mumbles through the end of it. The chat floods with comments about his voice, how cute he is, and, unsurprisingly, dozens of comments asking you to kiss. You roll your eyes.
"Love you chat, but I'll be keeping my love life private," you say. Dohoon giggles.
He only sticks around for a few more seconds before leaving again. Unsurprisingly, #YNHOON is trending when you check your phone later.
❪ はじめまして ❫ fluff est. rs dohoon x f!reader 350 cw ノ comparing dohoon to a virus lmfao, not proofread 〃 @loserlvrss ⸝⸝⸝ apologies for all the dohoon fics (i'm not rly sorry actually) soph is #goingthruit rn and i'm just helping her along (i'm making it worse) / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
It's so hard to focus with Dohoon staring at you like that. One glance up from your paper and you're met with his big doe eyes fixed intently on you. Does he never get tired of staring at the same face all day?
You're really supposed to be studying right now. Dohoon was only going to be helpful company. Helpful. Not distracting. He seems to have forgotten what his purpose was for today.
You sigh dramatically and lean back in your chair. Dohoon's eyes follow you, chin resting on his hands flat on the desk, dewy eyes not getting bored of soaking in every detail of your face.
"How exactly am I supposed to study for my immunology test while you're staring at me?" you pose as a serious question. Dohoon only blinks, eyes glossy. His lips shift into a pondering half-smile as he thinks about it.
"Pretend I'm a virus trying to attack your immune system and do your best to fight me off?"
The suggestion makes you groan. If your boyfriend was a virus, then your entire body has already been infected beyond saving. You're done for.
"Viruses don't have eyes that won't stop looking at me," you counter, crossing your arms.
"This virus does," Dohoon says simply, shifting his face so his cheek rests against his arm instead, his focus still intently on your face.
"This virus is annoying and wants me to fail my classes."
Dohoon smiles.
"I think this virus is in love with its host cell—does that ever happen?" he asks.
"That isn't a thing."
"It is now."
"You're a terrible virus," you insist. "And you're extremely distracting right now."
"You just need to build immunity," he suggests.
You glance back down at your paper as if it had answers for you. Maybe there was some secret trick to stop paying attention to certain boba eyes? But you doubt it. Because those eyes are your favourite in the world. You think you'll still be distracted by them in fifty years. Dohoon's the type of virus that you could never build an immunity to.
❪ はじめまして ❫ fluff est. rs dohoon x f!reader 455 cw ノ kissing, not proofread 〃 @loserlvrss ⸝⸝⸝ based on the header photo w his cute sweater paws i simply melted <//3 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
A shiver racks through Dohoon's body, making you turn towards him immediately. Your eyebrows shoot up in an inquisitive look when he turns his face away, lips pressed into a thin line.
"You sure you're not cold?" you ask for the fourth time. He's denied it three times already ever since he took his coat off and wrapped it around you instead. Something about boyfriend duties and the evening wind. Something about how you always get cold so fast and your sweater just doesn't offer enough protection. But what about him?
He thinks he's hiding the chill well, but you notice how his teeth are nearly chattering. He's left in nothing but a thin t-shirt and it's clearly not enough to keep him warm. However, he's determined to brush it off and dismisses your question once again. So, you continue walking until you slip your hand in his and feel how cold his fingertips have gotten.
"Dohoon," you say seriously, pulling him from trying to continue to walk. He turns to you and sighs, then frowns when you start to slip off the coat he gave you.
"Keep it on. It looks cute on you," he pleads. You shake your head and shove it back into his arms.
"I will not accept my boyfriend freezing to death on an evening walk, so take it back."
He has no choice but to slip it back on to appease you, and yeah, maybe he was a little cold. Once it's shrugged over his shoulders, you step forward to zip it up, and Dohoon huffs at how serious you're taking this. It's not like twenty minutes in the cold was going to kill him. But he still wraps the sleeves over his hands to shield them from the wind, and he still lets you pull the hood over his head.
"There, now my baby can be warm again," you say softly, cupping his cheeks. Your hands are warm from being in the coat pockets minutes ago, and it's a welcome feeling against his cold cheeks. You thumb over them and Dohoon wraps his sweater-pawed hands around your waist to keep you close.
The street lamp illuminates the small moment. It's simple, but precious, and you store it away amongst your favourite images of your boyfriend. He's quite adorable with his nose tinted pink and his ears bright red from the cold. He giggles when you tell him how cute he looks and insists on kissing you to stop your flow of compliments which he know will never stop once they start. You're far too obsessed with him to not throw flirty words at him every opportunity you get, if only to see him bite back a flustered smile.
❪ はじめまして ❫ fluff childhood friends to lovers celeb au mutual pining dohoon x celeb!f!reader 1798 cw ノ dohoon has social anxiety and is very shy, reader is described to be more extroverted and confident, reader's job isn't stated but acting/singing/dancing/performing are all mentioned, they're at an event, kissing 〃 @loserlvrss ⸝⸝⸝ i will truly never get enough of shy dohoon x popular reader like idk it just fits him so well !!!!! also love childhood friends to lovers w him its such a sweet trope :( / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Dohoon isn't used to so many eyes being on him. It makes his heart race in his chest and his stomach swirl with anxiety. It feels like everyone is looking at him, judging him with their stares, and for the seventh time tonight he wonders why he agreed to be your plus one for this event.
He doesn't belong in this room—not with all these Instagram models and influencers with millions of followers, not with the B-list actors roaming around the room just casually, and certainly not with the insanely famous singer he caught a glimpse of talking in the far corner. He wonders how he was even allowed entrance to it in the first place? You pulled him in as your special guest, and the venue staff didn't even question it. Of course, they wouldn't question you.
No one could question you… except Dohoon. He has a million questions he would like to ask you right now, the most urgent one being why you still don't have any famous friends you could bring to these occasions instead of him.
You're standing next to him wearing that practiced smile of yours; one so beautiful it alone could be the reason why you're so famous. But, of course, you have a million other reasons backing your fame. It's not just your good looks. Your talents would take pages to list—singing, acting, dancing, performing, and all with a heart of gold that Dohoon is in awe of most days. If you weren't his childhood best friend, if he hadn't watched you grow into the person you are now, if he didn't know all your flaws and imperfections to bring you down from your heaven-like status, there's no chance he would even believe you're real.
It feels like there's a spotlight on you as you walk through the room, and Dohoon, having nowhere else to go, follows behind, carefully making sure he doesn't tread on the edges of the bright light. He stays close, but far enough to not engage in conversation. He'll do anything to look busy enough for people to not approach him. He fiddles with the expensive brand outfit you dressed him in tonight, pretends to be on a phone call, or starts walking in the opposite direction whenever he spots anyone even remotely glancing in his direction. Social events are truly Dohoon's worst nightmare.
After what feels like several years of waiting, you steal yourself away from the conversation you had been wrapped up in and turn back to him. You glance him up and down, noting the anxious look in his eyes and the uneasy habit he has of chewing on his lip when he's uncomfortable. You know the celebrity scene isn't for Dohoon. It's a complete contrast to the cozy nights you usually spend together. Just you two filling hours of the day with endless conversation. You click like two souls made for each other, and your differences complement each other perfectly.
Having known Dohoon since before you could even walk, you can read him like a book. He's uncomfortable in this room, surrounded by all these famous people, clinging to you like you're his only saving grace. You need to get him out before he panics completely or finds a corner to hide in—you know his ways of old. However incredibly endearing they are to you, you hate to see that look on his face; like he wants to crawl out of his own skin and sink into the floor. Whenever you have to leave his side, it's like you've abandoned a helpless puppy on the street. He has nowhere to go, nothing to distract himself, and is downright terrified of everyone else in the room. So, you don't waste time in finding an escape for you both.
"I know you hate it in here, but I finally made the rounds. We can go somewhere quieter now if you want," you whisper into his ear, smiling against his skin. Dohoon's breath catches as he nods. He wants away from this crowded room more than anything.
You confidently lead him down some halls as if you own the fancy building the event is hosted in. In reality, Dohoon can see you peeking at signs every few seconds and has to suppress a laugh at how directionally challenged you are. Your confidence hides a myriad of weaknesses. Eventually, you find your way to the lounges and conference rooms, all deserted because of the event. You push your way through the door to one of the empty conference halls. It's an empty carpeted room with a long table in the middle. Finally, somewhere quiet.
"Are we even allowed in here?" Dohoon can't help but ask as he closes the door behind you both. You scoff.
"They said nothing about restricted areas in their invitation. If you had spent one more minute in that room, I think I would've lost you for good. This was a necessary measure," you say seriously. Dohoon's brain practically turns to mush. In a room full of influential people, you were only thinking about him—your stupid childhood best friend who still hasn't gotten over his fear of talking to strangers. How is he supposed to feel normal about that?
He shakes off the flurry of butterflies that the small action causes to spur in his stomach. Now is not a moment he wants to be reminded of his feelings for you. It's not the time or the place to act on them either, even when he's been eyeing you all night, almost unable to bear how beautiful you look in your fancy dress. You take his breath away sometimes.
"You're staring at me like I did something incredible," you joke. Dohoon hadn't even noticed. He flushes a bit, but can't bring himself to look away. If he was being truly honest with himself, he's been waiting for a moment alone with you all night and wants to take the opportunity to appreciate you now that you're away from the crowd.
He knows your outfit and makeup aren't specifically for him, but that doesn't stop him from imagining that they were. He knows he should be doing more to stop his brain from going down this path again, pondering what life would be like if he could call himself your boyfriend, but it's hard to fight. And it's impossible to get his thoughts to curve in any other way when you pull him over to the table, hop onto it, adjust the ruffles of your dress to spill out around you, and then throw your arms around his waist.
Your forehead nuzzles against his chest, and he knows this feeling better than anything. Hugs with you: soft and warm and precious. His favourite thing in the entire world. He doesn't hesitate to pull you closer and hug you just as tightly as you crave.
"I really needed this," you sigh, breathing in his familiar scent.
The celebrity life certainly is glamorous at times, but you'd be lying to say it didn't stress you out most days. Dohoon is the person who keeps you sane. He reminds you of who you were before all the fame. He keeps you tethered to the past so you don't lose yourself in all of this. The events, the awards, the posts, the likes, the praise, the fame—it can be a lot. It's a slippery slope to put your self worth on it, but you know Dohoon will always be there to be your rock.
Your childhood best friend. Your soulmate. That's what he's always been to you. He is the definition of perfect and silly and stupid and adorable; someone you will never get bored of. Someone who you'll keep by your side for the rest of your life.
You've come to terms with your feelings a long time ago, but life has been busy, and you haven't been sure when to bring them up. You know you'll have to eventually. You're always taking the lead, holding enough confidence for both of you while Dohoon follows like he trusts you blindly. Some would say the relationship is unbalanced with how opposite you both can be, but they don't see the other side of it. The parts where you meld together like you were made for each other. The nights where the entire world fades away and its just the two of you next to each other.
The hug is so comfortable. Something about the moment just clicks, and suddenly, you can't hold your feelings back anymore.
"Dohoon, I need to tell you something," you start in a small whisper. You feel Dohoon's hum rumble through his chest, unsuspecting of the bomb you're about to let drop, an explosive fuse that has been burning for months to finally reached its initiator.
"I don't think I can be just your best friend anymore. I… I want more than that. And I can't hide it anymore. I know you may not feel the same, but I needed to get it off my chest."
Dohoon has never been a particularly brave person. He doesn't like to step outside of his shell too much; it's a comfortable one, something he's designed and made perfect for the two decades he's been alive. It has space for him and the things he loves. It has space for you as his best friend.
But as soon as he hears your words he realizes he hasn't made a space for this in his little zone of comfort. Feelings drifting past platonic, a change in your relationship—if he wants to accommodate it, he'll have to take a step outside and build a new shell that's big enough to grow. On any regular day, he'd be too afraid to do it, but your confession plants a sprinkle of courage in him. He didn't expect to grasp it so tightly, actually act on it and take the step, but he does.
And it starts with his lips smashing on yours.
It's all new territory: a possibility he's only ever glanced at from the inside of his shell. But he's here now, actually kissing you. And you're kissing him back like you've waited an eternity for this. It's overeager at first; like a dam bursting, uncontrollable and uncoordinated. But you quickly find a rhythm and everything falls into place. As if mirroring your souls, your lips slot together in perfection. The kiss grows slower but deeper when your hands tangle in Dohoon's hair.
This is all you've ever wanted, all you could ever dream of. It tastes better than the fame or the parties or the luxury dresses worth thousands. Dohoon tastes just like home; one you know will always be right by your side.
❪ はじめまして ❫ fluff supernatural au dohoon x f!reader 691 cw ノ dohoon has magical powers (magnetism), not proofread 〃 @loserlvrss ⸝⸝⸝ was searching for some interesting magical abilities that aren't often written about and chose magnetism before i even realized that it goes perfectly with if i'm s can you be my n? / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Dohoon can't stay away from you. Literally. There is a magnetic force pulling you two together at all times, and the amount of effort it takes to separate from him is often more than its worth. So you usually spend most of the day holding onto him some way, always making sure your bodies have contact. It can be as small as the brush of your pinkies for the connection to not be broken, but most of the time, Dohoon isn't quite satisfied with that.
You usually go along with whatever he says because messing with Dohoon's magnetic powers can be… dangerous. Something you learned several weeks after finding out about your connection was what happened if you were apart for too long. The pull only got stronger until it physically dragged you towards him. You set an away-from-boyfriend timer after that, making sure it never tracked longer than forty-eight hours, just to be safe.
It's been almost forty hours without Dohoon, and the pull is starting to get unbearable. It's like you're being squeezed into a tight space, begging to break free as air escapes you. You can almost ignore it, if you concentrate, remind yourself there's only a few more hours until you'll be back in his arms. You wonder how he's holding up.
It's naturally worse for him—the source of the ability in the first place. It's only a few hours before he starts feeling the discomfort of you not being there, even if you're only a few rooms away. But he's also had more time to adjust to the sensation, and he swears he barely notices it anymore.
You know that's a lie. You've seen him bite back grimaces or his own gaze betray him; like when it's been hours since you hugged him and you see his longing eyes find yours from the other side of the room. He's not very good at lying to you, although his pretend act has gotten incredibly convincing. If he really doesn't want to bother you with his stupid magical clinginess, he will make sure you can't tell how much it discomforts him.
After forty hours, though, there really is no pretending for either of you. The pull is too strong, and Dohoon is almost miserable because of it. When you walk through the door, finally home after an incredibly long weekend away, you let the feeling guide you to where your boyfriend is in the house.
Of course, it's the bed, curled up in a ball as if standing would be dizzying for him (you have a feeling it would—the side effects are merciless). You feel the pull lessen when you step into the room. The magic circling can sense that you're close, and Dohoon shoots his head up at the sensation. He's pouting when he sees you, immediately holding his arms out like a big teddy bear. You know where your destination is.
When your body collides with his, it feels like the entire world balances itself again. The tug relaxes and Dohoon's head stops spinning quite as much with cloudiness. Instead, he presses himself as closely as he can to you, squeezing like its his first time feeling how right you fit in his arms and not the millionth.
"You leaving me for more than two days should be banned for all eternity," he complains into your neck, and then kisses you where his words were muffled. You chuckle, although right now, you would agree to it in a heart beat. Even without the magnetism drawing you two together every single second, you would still choose Dohoon over anyone.
"No more than a few hours for the foreseeable future," you promise him, sighing as you feel the pull become nothing but a distant memory.
"Please don't break this one," he whispers. "I literally cannot live without you."
You smile a little, amused at how earnestly he says it even when he has no choice in the matter. Although his magnetism can be quite a hindrance at times, it also strengthens your connection, so you would never complain. You suspect that Dohoon's clinginess isn't only magnetically-induced.
❪ はじめまして ❫ fluff dohoon x f!reader 318 cw ノ reader wears lip gloss, kissing 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ i love dohoon so much <33333 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
All it took was one comment. A comment that Dohoon didn't entirely think out.
"You haven't kissed me in the last 48 hours. I think I'm going crazy."
Should he have predicted he would end up in this position? Knowing you, yes. Did he consider the possible repercussions of his offhanded comment? No. And now he can barely breathe because of it. It's too late now. There's no escaping.
Your lips are all over his face, staining every inch of skin in your access with your plush kisses (and soft pink lip gloss). Dohoon's been laughing for the last two minutes because its ticklish, and really, you are way too cute for him to handle. You won't let up, even with his half-desperate attempts at pushing you off or catching his breath. You're giggling too, but it doesn't stop you from your extensive kiss attack.
"S-stop—I didn't mean it! I can barely even breathe!" he gasps.
You don't stop, not until you've mapped out his entire face again with your lips and finished with a final lingering kiss to his lips. He's breathless by the end of it. His grip on your waist has tightened. He had desperately tried to find something to hold onto as soon as your lips were on his face and he realized exactly what kind of trap he had walked into. An enjoyable trap—one he wouldn't mind experiencing again—but a trap nonetheless. Your waist had been the only accessible thing.
"You're insane!" he exclaims, fingers running across his cheek as if to check if he can still feel his face. You grin.
"You're the one who said you were going 'crazy' without my kisses. I had to make up for those 48 hours," you say, completely satisfied at the sight of your flustered boyfriend, smudges of glossy pink across his face. Dohoon's really too cute for you to handle either.
