You were a very cuddly couple, the two of you loved to spend time with each other, even when you were out with others you would still make sure that you were sat next to each other and holding onto each other somehow too.
B ⇴ BOYS
It didn’t take long for the boys to accept you as they saw how giddy Dowoon was whenever he was around you. He got incredibly shy seeing you around the boys, seeing his two worlds collide felt incredibly special for him, and was even more meaningful as the two different worlds got on so well together.
C ⇴ COMFORT
There was often a little bit of fright in Dowoon whenever he saw that you needed comforting as he worried about what to do. He’d watch you for a few seconds quite a lot of the time to try and figure out whether you wanted to talk, be cuddled or both, not wanting to do the wrong thing for you when you were down.
D ⇴ DOMESTICATED
He loved to try and learn when it came to being domesticated, although he wasn’t the best at doing jobs around the house, Dowoon tried to pick things up. He copied your methods for most things so that he could things for himself and lessen the workload that you had around the house. Over time, he became more and more domesticated, mainly thanks to you being so willing to help show Dowoon most of the ropes.
E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT
It took quite a while for Dowoon to propose to you, as he often got too nervous to do it. Before he actually proposed to you, there had been several other points when he had planned to get down on one knee, but something in the back of his mind stopped him. Eventually he managed to pluck up the courage and the confidence to get down on one knee and finally propose to you before he got too scared again.
F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING
Dowoon’s favourite thing about being with you was how much he found himself laughing whenever he was around you, with his sides often aching from giggling so much in your company. He found you hilarious, whether you intended to make him laugh or not quite a lot of the time, but the two of you also shared similar senses of humour so you’d often find yourselves laughing about the same things too.
G ⇴ GOING OUT
The two of you definitely preferred to stay in and just do your own thing, at times having to go out felt like a chore for the two of you, especially when you had no choice but to attend whatever event was being hosted. You’d both be incredibly relieved whenever the event ended so that you could finally head home.
H ⇴ HONEYMOON
Your honeymoon ended up taking place a little while after the two of you got married due to your busy schedules. By that point it didn’t feel much like a honeymoon, but at the same time the two of you were just thankful to be on holiday and away from the hecticness of the city for a few days as well.
I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”
Telling you that he loved you often made Dowoon shy, so instead he quite liked to do things to show you that he loved you instead. Gifting you flowers was definitely a favourite method of his because it meant that Dowoon didn’t have to always see you face to face and let you see how flustered such gestures made him.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
It wasn’t very often that Dowoon would get jealous, if anything you were the one that got jealous much more often then he did. There were still times when you struggled to deal with the attention that came his way as an idol, quite often feeling pushed aside a little too when he was surrounded by so many of his fans who didn’t seem to want to pay much attention to the fact that you were stood there too.
K ⇴ KIDS
You definitely were in no rush when it came to settling down and starting a family, the two of you trusted that it would happen when everything fell into place. Despite a little pressure on you from your families, the two of you were determined to walk through your futures at a pace comfortable for you both.
L ⇴ LAZY DAYS
The two of you slept a lot on your lazy days and made up for all of the early mornings and late nights that you had when your schedules were busy. You quite enjoyed just doing nothing and lazing around your home, most of your day was spent just talking to each other and sharing the stories that you hadn’t been able to share with each other because of how little time you spent with one another.
M ⇴ MORNINGS
You were bad influences on one another when it came to the mornings, trying to pull each other back down when they tried to get up. Especially when one of you didn’t have to get up too early at all you’d try your best to encourage the other to stay so that you didn’t have to spend too long in bed all by yourself.
N ⇴ NIGHTS
Most nights the two of you just spent time in bed and watched something to distract yourselves from thinking about work. You would lay for hours some nights and watch as many episodes as you possibly could.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Dowoon was obsessed with your laughter. He just loved to hear you laugh, even if you were in a different room of the house, when he heard you laughing Dowoon just automatically found himself smiling too.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
He loved being at home with you as if nothing else mattered in the world. The comfort of home was like nothing else for the two of you, being able to do what you wanted and not be interrupted. At times those moments were rare, but every single one of them was appreciated, without any failure by Dowoon.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
If he could tell that you were a little bit stress or snappy, Dowoon would be onto you straight away and wanting to know what was wrong, not quitting on asking you until you eventually opened up to him.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
Whenever he played his drums, Dowoon kept his wedding ring on a stand down the middle of the kit to make sure that he didn’t risk damaging the ring. He also loved being able to see his wedding ring whenever he performed and use it as something to give himself a little extra boost whenever he was up on stage.
S ⇴ SILENCE
Getting silence in your home with a drummer was almost impossible, no matter how hard Dowoon tried to be quiet whenever he rehearsed, you still managed to hear it. Even when he wasn’t playing, if the two of you were in silence, then his hands would start drumming against something to make a bit of noise.
T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS
Dowoon’s best trick for making things work with you was trying to make as many memories as possible, not only so that the two of you could enjoy yourselves but also so that you could reminisce in the future too.
U ⇴ UPSET
There would often be a moment of panic in Dowoon when he saw that you were upset before remembering to be there for you.
V ⇴ VISITS
He loved to visit you when you were at work, often trying to wind you up too. Dowoon loved to surprise you as your colleagues loved to tease you too about how shy you became whenever he showed his face.
W ⇴ WISH LIST
There was only one thing that Dowoon wished for and that was that he continued to have you right by his side forever.
X ⇴ XXXX
He loved to peck against your cheek, especially when you were least expecting it. Dowoon was incredibly observant, never missing the chance to stun you with affection and leave your cheeks a shade of red.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his rock, there was never a moment when you weren’t there supporting him.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
The two of you would often fall asleep cuddled up to one another and holding on tight. You hated having to use a blanket or cuddle up to a teddy, trying as often as possible to rest in Dowoon’s chest instead.
Ask: Day6 and how their members can tell that they're in love 😍😍
Sungjin:
Your arms were wrapped around his neck, running your fingers over the skin lightly as dinner cooked in the background. Sungjin was waiting for the rice to be done before calling the others to grab food. At first it was your arms wrapping around his waist, clinging onto him and him feigning irritation. Then it was you sliding in front of him as he waited for things to start cooking.
Sungjin’s forehead was pressed to yours as you both talked in hushed tones, nothing special, just about your day while holding eachother. It was intimate but not inappropriate for the kitchen, just a way of filling time. However Wonpil felt he was intruding something as stumbled on this intimate moment. “Oh, sorry.” He apologized, backing out again as you both looked at him with soft smiles. It was just so obvious that you were in love.
Jae/Jaehyung:
His hands clutched yours as you tried balancing on his skateboard. Jae was having an amazing time laughing at you as your legs wobbled. He squeezed your hands, pushing you forward so that you rolled away slightly and you panicked stepping off of the board, making him laugh.
Younghyun was looking for him and could hear your laughter coming from the street in front of the building. He watched from the window as you both joked around and tried skating. And as bad as Younghyun needed Jae for something, he knew Jae was enjoying this time with you and it was very apparent you were enjoying your time with him. After all, you were in love and deserved to have the moments you could with eachother.
YoungK/Younghyun/BRIAN:
Younghyun’s fingers strummed his guitar as he sang, eyes flickering up to you everynow and then. He always felt nerves while playing songs he wrote for you, infront of you for the first time. But as the song went on you could see hin confidence gaining. You were in the studio with him as he practically serenaded you and you hid your face in your hands, trying to hide your blush.
Dowoon was about to bust into the room, but seeing you both through the glass in the door. He stopped and watched for a moment, seeing the way his hyung looked at you and the way you responded to it. It made Dowoon feel shy, like he was peaking in on a private moment and he turned around to walk away. Dowoon wondered what it would be like to be so in love.
Wonpil:
Wonpil’s fingers kept grazing over yours as you sat on the picnic blanket. It was a lovely day out and the members wanted to hangout outside and you were asked along. You and Wonpil were a bit away from the others, his hand now fully holding yours as you talked about random little things. You allowed your head to rest on his shoulder as you looked at the sky and Wonpil kissed your forehead.
The other’s didn’t necessarily focus on you two but they found themselves watching whenever you laughed or said something. Maybe it was the way Wonpil looked at you, or maybe it was the way his smile stretched over his face. It was just a lovely moment between two people in love.
Dowoon:
It was the type of uncontrollable laughter that made anything funny. The type of laughter that had tears streaming down your cheeks and your hand slapping the mattress under you two. It was kind of funny how something so stupid could make you both laugh so much but, Dowoon was the only person you could get this way with.
Sungjing could hear the laughter and couldn’t tell if it was crying or laughing. Like a worried parent he opened Dowoon’s door to see you both laughing. You both just looked so happy, making him soft at the fact Dowoon had someone to laugh with this hard. It was just nice to see love so close by.
finding out they’re in love with you - day6 reaction
JAE: “Wait, what?”
It wouldn’t really register to him that what he had said out loud. He loved you but it hadn’t really occurred to him that he hadn’t said it before because the feelings had been there for a while.
“What has got you so confused?” You asked your boyfriend.
He finally looked at you, “I love you. I love you so much. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to tell you but you mean so much to me.”
SUNGJIN: “I love you.”
He knew he loved you for a while but he hadn’t put the feelings into words and when he did, it felt right. He loved you and he was finally able to tell you, even though his actions always showed you how much he cared for you.
You smiled at him, “I love you too.”
“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to put the feelings into words, you mean so much to me. I love you.”
YOUNG K: “You mean the world to me.”
It didn’t take him long to know how he felt about you. With a busy schedule and not seeing as much as he would have wanted, he knew the time he spend with you made him happier than anything else in his life.
You pressed a kiss to his lips, “I know. I love you.”
“I love you too, beautiful.”
WONPIL: “Why didn’t I say it sooner?”
He knew he loved you for a long time but never really had the chance to tell you properly due to his busy schedule but once he does, it’s like a weight lifted off his chest and he wouldn’t be able to stop.
“It happens.” You shrug.
“Never again. I’m going to tell you everyday how much I care about you. You mean too much to me. I love you.”
DOWOON: “I.. love you.”
He would known that he loved you for a while but he would be too shy to tell you how he really felt. But when he told you, it would feel like he had been saying it all along and he would gain confidence in saying it more.
Summary: In an attempt to coax Dowoon out of his shell that he only seems to occupy when with you, you ask him if he’s willing to teach you how to drum
Genre: Fluff i guess
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1434
Song(s): Ambience
AN: Happy Birthday to my favourite bean Dowoon!!!!
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Rain hammered against the open window above your head, the cool air slipping through the gap and threading through the room. It would have risen a chill across your skin had you not been focusing intently on the instrument before you in an effort to desperately not make a fool of yourself.
The rain had a beat of its own, and within seconds it had thrown you off the simple one you were striking with your hands. The bass thudded by your feet keenly—there’d been a flurry of joy that erupted in a giggle as you found keeping a rhythm with your foot simple enough—meanwhile its current partner, the snare drum, lagged a solid pulse behind.
With the joy fizzling out alongside the innocent dreamlike thoughts proposing ‘what if you were a natural’ and ‘what if you were destined to become the next drum prodigy’, you sighed and dejectedly came to a stop. The thunder rumbled in discontent in the sky far beyond.
“Ah, it’s ok! Try again, I’m sure you can...”
You glanced up to your mentor who was stood just to your side. He was twirling a drumstick of his own in his hand and if you hadn’t known better you could have taken it as him showing off. This was Dowoon after all, and he would do no such thing. Despite how effortless it came to him, smooth wood gliding over rolling fingers, it was clear that he was just as nervous in a way as you were—if the blushed ears and trailed off words hadn’t given it away already.
You had figured this would have brought him out of his shell more with you, since the drums were his passion, his terrain, something he knew well like the back of his hands. He would feel comfortable talking to you about it because it was something he knew in spools more than you ever would, you had reasoned. If that hadn’t occurred right away, it surely wouldn’t be long before your lack of ability would at least settle the tone into a more lighthearted one. However, it was only now that you were beginning to contemplate that you had misjudged.
“Ah, I think...” As he fumbled with his own hands, soft cheeks puffing as his brain worked through how to describe what he meant, you watched as he stopped spinning his drumsticks and procured them proudly to you instead. It took you a few moments to connect the dots.
“Oh, right! Oops,” you chuckled, shimmying your hands towards the ends of your own, “would be good to hold the drumsticks properly, right?”
His smile flashed before your eyes as he nodded and hummed. “Oh... yeah, that would... that would be good!”
After a few moments you attempted to strike up a beat again, but as soon as you hit the snare you realised you were doomed to slip out of beat. You had adjusted your grip but had forgotten how tightly you should probably hold them, and within moments the two had slipped out of synchrony.
You let your arms still as you huffed, trying to keep a bright face.
You didn’t want to let Dowoon down, because you had previously figured your sense of rhythm was good and had announced so to him and the rest of the band, but more importantly because it was Dowoon specifically in question.
Sweet, kind, gentle Dowoon. With his soft grins and deep voice, who was a comedic genius with the others, but seemed to always retreat when he came to stand at your side.
You couldn’t picture his face contorting into disappointment at you or your crappy drumming no matter how bad it was, but it didn’t halt the uneasy trickling of shame in your chest. It sat right next to the heart that was beating erratically, a thrum too fast for what your body was trying to manage itself, and too loud for you to truly concentrate.
You wanted to succeed though, for him, despite the obvious difficulties that ironically presented themselves in the form of the person you needed to very much complete them in the first place. Clearly this was something you had in common as well, as when you came to your jagged stop, Dowoon shuffled a bit closer to you after a deep inhale.
“It’s ok, this isn’t the easiest beat to start with,” he reassured, voice dipped low in a surprising quiet clarity, “I struggled too when I first started out. It’ll be a bit easier if you hold them like... this and... aim for this part of the skin.”
You were well aware that Dowoon was talented. There was no doubt about it. He had been chosen specifically for his job, and the job itself came with many restrictions and added dollops of hard work and care. However, the level of that hard work had never hit home quite like it did to you right then.
He poised his drumsticks on the chair he had refused to leave once you’d entered the room, and offered his now-empty hands towards you. It wasn’t a request for you to hold them, his palms were visible to you but turned towards your own, still gripping your own pair of sticks and were once again too far down the wood.
You didn’t move, and just gazed curiously as one of his hands gently enveloped one of your own.
Now you were certain that the gesture was nothing more than correcting your poor placement, but you were even more certain that sparks practically flew as his skin met yours. His hands were hot, as if they’d been rubbed in combat to the cold or nerves, and you very nearly went limp at his touch and dropped the drumstick entirely.
Though, they were also rough. Against the smooth skin of the back of your palm, the etched lines and faint rises of callouses stood out like mountains and rivers to your own. They sat at his joints and ran across your knuckles as he manoeuvred your fingers into the correct grip, a sign of how much he practised and wore himself down until the music sounded just right.
Despite the surface his touch was nothing but soft, treating it as if he didn’t want the same to happen to you. There was something so mellowing about it that you couldn’t help but speak up.
When Dowoon brought your hand back to the snare, guiding you to tap the head of the drumstick against the prime part of the snare drum, you uttered, “Does it hurt? Drumming?”
As your eyes crept up to his and he met your gaze with the fading look of a deer caught in headlights, you wondered if he would answer at all until he finally did.
“At first... yeah, but it gets easier,” he said slowly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “I don’t think getting good at anything is painless, though.”
Lips opening to debate you quickly found words falling to the wayside while you nodded instead, looking away. He was right, though he had surprised you with the accuracy and the depth that appeared out of nowhere. Just, it only made him more endearing.
It was at that moment you noticed he was still holding your hand. He held onto you firmer than he had done before, the joints of his fingers melding with yours as the tip of your thumb traced across his.
You immediately wished you hadn’t gawped so poignantly at the caress, as despite your true feelings Dowoon’s hand left yours like a cracked whip, returning to his chest before he scooped up his drumsticks once again.
“I’ll try again,” you covered, hoping that he would understand that you saw no harm in what he did, and praying that he would see how it was truly quite the opposite, “maybe I’ll get it this time!”
Stringing up the rhythm once again, beginning with the bass and adding the snare only when you were certain your foot wouldn’t falter, your eyes were impossible to focus upon the drum kit before you. They kept dragging themselves back, back towards Dowoon and his small smile that flickered like a candle flame but shone brighter than the sun.
In the end, you still got it wrong, especially when you tried to add a crash cymbal to the mix. But you were at least sure that it had nothing to do with the rain this time around. That truly had to go to the hope that flourished in your chest every time your glances met.
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AN: well i had no idea where this was going to go when i started it, but it turned out like this so
idk if its boring or not :((
Dowoon x Reader | Dom!woon, Instructor, Punishment, Smut
Word Count: 554
For Dom!woon anon 2 (The other story will be posted shortly)
You sit awkwardly in your practice room, waiting for Dowoon to show up for today’s lesson. He is going to test you and you are not ready for it at all. You haven’t practiced at all since your last lesson 2 weeks ago. As you wait, you wonder if he will be annoyed or if he’ll just shrug it off like last time.
The front door opens and you hear footsteps get closer to the room. Dowoon walks in, looking over at you to read your emotions. You can tell he knows you’re nervous about the lesson.
“There’s a test today.” He states. “I’m going to play the chorus of a song and you have to provide the drums for it. Just like we’ve practiced.”
He sets his things on a table and pulls a chair beside you. You anxiously wait for him to start the music, Dowoon stares emotionlessly as he turns the song on. His eyes never leave your shaking hands. You gear up to start, feeling your palms begin to sweat.
The chorus starts and you play about 5 seconds of it before messing up. Dowoon stops the music and stares.
“What was that?” He shakes his head in disappointment.
“I’m sorry.” You look to the floor.
He stands and sets the phone with his things. “You have two weeks to learn this. That’s plenty of time.” His arms cross in front of his chest as he slowly walks back to you. “Do you want to be punished?”
You just stare up at him, not sure how to answer, Part of you feels awful for failing but another part of you wants him to do something. He raises a brow at your silence. Your heart pounds as he takes another step forward and you can’t help but smile.
“What are you smiling about? Are you happy that you’re getting punished?” He smiles back, resting his finger under your chin. “Get on your hands and knees.”
You lower yourself off the stool, crawling slowly across to the middle of the room. Dowoon leans down behind you. His hand rests on your lower back. You jump and gasp, feeling his palm slam against your ass. Tears instinctively well up in your eyes as he collides his hand with your skin once more.
There is a faint sound of metal hitting metal as Dowoon unclasps his belt, slowly sliding it from his jeans. Your head pulls backwards as he grabs a tuft of hair and pulls. You whimper as the warm leather hits your thigh. Dowoon softly rubs the spot before gripping the area with his fingers.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Dowoon asks in a low growl. You nod and he lets out a quiet chuckle. He softly rubs at the sore areas on your body. “Really?”
You yelp as he slaps down again and pushes your head down to the floor. Your nails dig into the carpet as he suddenly thrusts into you. He grabs your hips and slams his hips into you. Short moans come from the back of your throat. Dowoon pulls away seconds later.
He fixes himself and walks to the front of you, softly pulling your head back up. “If you had learned more, you would have gotten a better grade. Now, sit and learn your real lesson.”
To say that Dowoon is frustrated is an understatement. Sure, he’s not the best at expressing his feelings, he gets tongue tied whenever he wants to tell anyone how much they mean to him. The words are there right on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t spit them out. When he’s drunk, it’s a whole different story and his friends (read: Younghyun) are guilty of not letting him stop when he’s had one too many just to get smothered in the affection he can’t give when he’s sober.
He’s bad at expressing his feelings but you’re oblivious. Really really oblivious. Dowoon could have written it on his forehead and you still wouldn’t get it. He tried everything and you still don’t get it. He flirted with the you, a sly smirk on his lips as his head leans against his palm and you just pinch his cheek and call him cute. He tried complimenting you but most of the time you just squint at him, thinking he’s about to ask you for a favor.
Sungjin suggests that he just comes forward and confesses. Dowoon hisses at his older friend, eyes wide in horror as if he had suddenly grown two heads. Younghyun agrees and Jae does too after saying something that was most likely quoted from a tv show no one but him watches. Dowoon gives it some thought and he ends up realizing that Sungjin is right, he might as well do it. He can’t live like this forever and he refuses to do so. At this point, rejection feels better than just trying to get your attention.
You’re surprised when Dowoon asks you to hang out (actually, he asked you out but that went right over your head) but still agree to meet up with him by the bus stop. On the way to wherever it is that you’re going, you talk about everything that has been going on in your lives. One of the things Dowoon likes about you is how easily conversation flows between the two of you. Whenever one of you has a problem, it seems so easy to forget about everything that is troubling you with just a simple phone call. It’s what happens this time, Dowoon was so nervous when he met up with you but in just a few minutes the knot in his throat seemed lighter and his heart had finally calmed down in his chest.
He takes you to a diner a couple of blocks away from the bus stop. Dowoon takes a seat in one of the booths while you go to the bathroom and the waitress comes over to him to take your order. He knows what you want to eat so he orders for you without thinking twice about it but he’s feeling a little daring. A smile forms on his lips as the waitress leaves and soon you’re sitting across from him. When the food gets to the table, your eyes light up and you quickly forget about what you were talking about and dig into your food. The waitress sets a milkshake with two straws on your table and you frown at the tall glass.
“I think they got our order wrong.” You look around, probably for a couple at another booth.
“No, they didn’t. I ordered it like this.” Dowoon explains as he takes a sip from one of the straws, his eyes never leaving you.
The look in his eyes is daring, which contrasts with his pink ears. It seems like he’s half a second away from backing out but for some reason he doesn’t. You look at him, confusion written across your features for a few seconds until it hits you.
“Are you flirting with me?” Your head tilts to the side as the words leave your lips and Dowoon tries his best to lean back in his seat as nonchalantly as if he wasn’t freaking out.
“I am. I’ve been for a while actually.” He replies.
Silence hangs in the air for a few seconds and Dowoon feels like his breathing stopped. It isn’t until your giggle fills his ears that air gets in his lungs again.
“You’re too cute.” You lean forward and pinch his cheek before taking a sip from the other straw.
I’m serious, it’s what he wants to say. But the words die down in his throat once again and Dowoon just sighs in defeat, heart still beating too fast against his ribcage.
Prompt Used and Credit: 19. “It’s not working out. We’re not working out.” Credit: @trash1ty
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Dowoon had known something was wrong but never dared to acknowledge this fact. He wasn’t sure is it was because he didn’t want to lose them or if he just did not want to admit the problem. Probably both, he keeps constantly thinking on. He would like to think that they both were happy but their frowns whenever they came home was just another reminder. A reminder that sometime in the past, the relationship turned sour.
Everything was falling apart and maybe, just maybe, he’s finally coming to terms with the foreign concept of not loving someone anymore.
Another normal day with practice was pretty much normal but now with extra hours just to keep from going home. Even his members noticed the drastic change in his demeanor. In fact, they were the ones that told him that something was fishy about his lover in the first place. He ignored them of course, being madly in love with them and all made him blind to it all. The problems that would soon arise if they continued to stay together.
He should have pointed out the signs, should have confronted them.
But he was blind. He was stupid. He was…desperate to keep things together.
He was leisurely passing through the channels on the television, anything to get out of his head. His eyes glared at the front door as it creaked when they pressed the keycode to let themselves in. Of course, they stumbled through with a lazy look on their face. Dowoon was beginning to think if it was his fault the more, he watched them struggle to put their coat on the rack and take off their shoes.
As time went on after only a year of dating, he was beginning to become busier with his band and the work that came with being a famous drummer in a popular group. They were starting to take more classes at the university and soon, barely had time to see each other at all. The days together were impossible to obtain and soon, the new schedule was becoming easier to go with and not so stressful and worrisome on each other. It was becoming normal.
The more he thought about it, the more he thinks that both are at fault. He focused on their back as they finally took off their last shoes and awkwardly twisted themselves around to stand up with the help of the nearby side table. He then locked eyes with theirs and the frown became heavier than before and he felt his grow into a neutral expression. “Drinks?” His eyes followed them until they sat on the farthest side of the sofa.
“Hm.” He went back to watching the boring show, trying to keep from having anymore of a conversation with them. “I didn’t know you would be home today.”
He eternally sighed but thought about a proper response. “Yeah. I didn’t think I had to tell you about that.” Silence again. “I asked for the day off if you’re curious to know.”
“Okay.” Sitting there together was a concept that was begotten.
He did a lot of thinking this past week.
“Hey, Y/N?” The silence was his answer, but he knew they were listening. “Did you eat dinner?”
“Mm.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Mm.”
He was thankful at least. They were staying physically healthy despite the circumstances. It won’t hurt as much…
“It’s not working out you know?”
“Mm.”
“We’re not working out.”
“Mm.” You finally looked his way. “Yeah.”
He looked at the bags which has been at the door since a few days ago. He breathed out and looked at them and then back at the television. “Sleep well.”
“You too.”
He stood up and went into the guest room. Which shouldn’t be called that anymore. He has been staying in there for a month now. He shut the door, completing the acceptance of the situation and shutting the door to something that should have been shut half a year ago.
“1 to 5, with 5 being the highest, how likely are you to cheat on me?” Dowoon asks, pure curiosity written on his face.
Being his first girlfriend, he seems to be thirsty for all the drama the universe could possibly give him.
She rolls her eyes, slightly getting annoyed at his series of silly questions, and answers. “4.5 if you ask that stupid question again, Yoon Dowoon.”
He feigns shock and hurt expression while clutching the piece of fabric from his sweatshirt just right above his chest. “I can’t believe I still trust you with my heart and my future.” Dowoon says with a cheeky smile.
