How Day6 would react to them being your first kiss
AN: requested by anon, i hope this was what you were after! i tried my best, and i think it turned out alright
(rest of the members under the cut)
Sungjin
as i’ve said before in another reaction, sungjin imo opinion dates to marry (or an equivalent if marriage is not for you, as though i get the vibe he’s quite traditional, for the right person he would be very easily convinced)
so he treats all of his relationships as if they’re going to be The One
this means he probably has reasonable experience with a small number of long term-ish relationships
so you’re not his first, but he has a good idea on how to treat you
your first kiss will probably not come along that early in the relationship
taking things slow is a must, and an idea you can get behind
so when it finally comes round, and you admit that he’ll be your first kiss, he’s secretly over the moon
because it means he’s found someone who understands and get things like he does
but also so he can make sure it goes right
he’s not super confident with his skills or anything lol, not like that
just he knows that he will make sure it’s under your parameters
you’d probably ask him to lead you, since you’re not particularly sure what you’re doing
and he would be so careful when he presses his lips to yours, lightly tipping your chin with the curl of his index finger and the pad of his thumb
the kiss would be short and very chaste, a starting point for you to make your way from and into the deep end if you wanted to
it would probably leave you wanting more not long after but
you go at your own pace
after all, he’s pretty sure that this time you are The One, and that means you have all the time in the world
Jae
this boy has probably got experience
come on, with a voice like that, with humour like that, with a smile like that, with his deep moments and kindness
ok im preaching to the choir here
the point is, he’s probably kissed a lot of people
so when kissing comes up
and it’ll come up pretty quick imo because he’s probably quite affectionate as a partner
he’s going to find it adorable that you haven’t had your first yet
but it’s no problem, he’ll just be extra gentle—tho let’s be real, i can’t really picture him being anything much different lol
he woudn’t be as cautious as sungjin, and just ask whenever he felt the moment was right, and won’t take it too personally if you tell him ‘not yet’
when the yes comes, he’ll start slow
it’ll probably be one of those long ones, the light ones that make you linger and hang onto the end, waiting for the next part to come
once you part, if you don’t erupt into giggles and blushed cheeks, he’ll happily offer you another, deeper one
there’s one thing for sure, it’ll easily become a staple of your romantic relationship, so prepare for kisses everywhere sksksk
Younghyun
ugh the romance
look, he’s charismatic, he’s confident
if it’s your first kiss, he’s gonna make sure it’s the best first kiss you could ever have
i imagine he’s more of a spur of the moment kind of guy
if you’re akin to a heroine of a jane austen-esque novel (like me) and would prefer to be asked first then let him know, he’ll remember and will do so
otherwise, he’ll wait for the perfect moment before he leans in, quiet like the movies, or with something suave to say
he will take the lead, so just relax because you’re not going to know what to do but you’re in good hands
will hold the small of your back or cup your cheek as your lips meet, and it’ll probably be the definition of sparks igniting
probably the most passionate first kiss of the lot, and it will be unforgettable
lucky
Wonpil
now first appearances would dictate that wonpil has limited experience
but then again, if you think back to when you were a baby myday, if you were told one member of day6 had a tattoo, would you have guessed it was pil?
yeah, that logic may apply here too
regardless somewhat of his history, i have a feeling that if he’s had his first kiss, it perhaps wasn’t that important or memorable and neither kinda were some of the ones that followed :/
either way he’s going to find the fact that you want him to be your first kiss absolutely heartbreakingly adorable
and he’ll probably tell you that
guy’s got little shame
he’s also highly affectionate, so kissing is important to him
meaning that there’s a lot riding on the first kiss of the lot
and it would come up really quick
as soon as it’s brought up, he will immediately enquire if you want to have it then
you’d probably be snuggling on the sofa alone when it comes up so don’t worry about privacy, that’s taken care for
no matter when you agree, he’ll be all smiles when it happens, but with a certain steel in his eyes
he probably wouldn’t consider himself the best kisser, but he wants your first to be good (otherwise yo might not ever kiss him again and that would be very bad) and so he resolves himself to giving you the best first wonpil kiss he can give you
since you don’t know what you’re doing, he’d probably encourage you by telling you to follow his lead and just do what feels right
will try and lead you as best he can, though it’s not his speciality. even if he initiated it, he would usually let his partners lead him before tbh
the kiss ends up being probably very soft, lasting mere moments but feeling like much longer
as you pull away, he would quickly dip back in a plant a very quick and final one upon your lips, before meeting your eyes again
the two of yu are probably quite shy afterwards, so cuddles are what follows
but slowly it will become instinct, and you may find yourself initiating them even more than he does
Dowoon
look, im 78% sure dowoon has only had one relationship in his life that probably didn’t last super long either
so first kiss, 50/50 on whether he’s even had it yet himself
and if he did, he probably didn’t learn much from it, or maybe even enjoy it :(
now that he’s come out of his shell a bit more, he’s able to put himself in a relationship again, this time for the best reasons, and once again is in a position to take that next step
so intrinsically, neither of you know what you’re doing
but that’s ok! you’re in the same boat, and you can learn together, which is arguably the best way—there’s no guilt or as much embarrassment
so after a while, when the two of you are ready, and you’ve probably spoken about it a bit (though perhaps not extensively, unless you are a lot more forward than he is) the time will come
it’s probably not in a place that screams ‘special’ but it’ll be safe and easy and comfortable, and it’ll be worth it in itself rather than for the circumstances around it
it’s probably awkward, but once you figure positioning after a brief nose bump, it’s not too bad
yeah you probably have to wrack your brains for kiss scenes you’ve watched in dramas and movies for a vague idea, but it goes well!
for a first kiss
where neither party really knows what to do
:)
as time goes on, you’ll grow more confident
and tho dowoon doesn’t give off strong kissing vibes as being his primary form of physical affection (more of a hand-holder if you ask me), i think it would grow more common, though only in the private sphere
though don’t underestimate the power of head and temple kisses in public
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 :((
Summary: Dowoon decided it was time to ask the question.
Genre: Fluff fluff
Warning(s): Lots of very happy tears idek
Word Count: 1524
Theme Song: Finale - Day6
AN: I would normally use romanized versions of foreign lyrics, but I read the English translations and found them really sweet so I used them instead. Hope it’s all ok! Also if someone proposes to me and this song doesn’t at least play in the background, I am not marrying them end of story
A Christmas present for @seunghyub-dowoon I hope you like it! Merry Christmas!
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The room was aglow with golden fairy lights that shimmered like fireflies, dancing around the columns and accents of the room.
The polite chatter and soft music had faded far into the distance as in the corner of the room, glinting just to the side of the face of the love of your life, you spotted four familiar figures.
Carrying only two acoustic guitars, they were all dressed smartly, clean cut in tuxedos as the restaurant’s dress code required, and your heart swelled as the uplifting guitar chords began of your favourite song of theirs.
“So, babe, please be my finale...” Younghyun’s voice lulled over the room, ushering some of the clientele into appreciative quiet.
You weren’t sure why they were here, but you did not spare it much more thought, as Dowoon cleared his throat. “Love...”
You immediately brought your eyes back to him, meeting his puppy-eyed gaze. Sweeping across his cheeks, curved in a gentle yet sheepish smile, his ears flushed in the ethereal light, as his lips streaked with concentration parted to whisper what he was so determined to say, you couldn’t help but feel blessed.
“Yes?” you encouraged quietly, leaning over the table to offer assistance. As well as so you could get an even closer look at your boyfriend.
You’d been dating for such a long time now, the two of you had been through thick and thin, both the roughest and clearest waters. You’d been there to hold him, to nurture his wounds until he healed. He’d seen your storms, and he’d been the one to calm them.
You’d become each others’ home, and, long ago, you’d decided that a life without Dowoon was not a life at all.
Sungjin’s voice rose from the stage, a pride evident in his performance, “That smile of yours let me know, what I’ve been looking for all this time.”
“That you’re exactly the place I’ve been searching for...” Wonpil flourished, his delicate notes earning a gasp from the table behind you.
You were glad it was rather quiet, because Dowoon’s voice was barely above a whisper, as some sudden nerves overcame him. “I have something to ask...”
“I asked my heart again and again,” Jae hummed, his guitar lulling, “locking eyes with you again and again, finally I’m convinced now...!”
“Well,” you chuckled, taking up a napkin between your fingers and brushing a tiny crumb from the corner of his mouth, “go ahead!”
His ears reddened significantly, if that were even possible, fingers wringing ever so slightly below the table, as Younghyun sang, “So, babe, please be my finale.”
You almost noticed the slight falter in his voice over the speakers, but you were too focused on Dowoon’s anxious stare, as his eyes flitted between his lap and back to you.
“You ok, baby?” you enquired softly. “Do you want to leave? It’s not too crowded in here, but it’s ok if you feel overwhelmed.”
“If you let me I can love you till the end...!”
He shook his head diligently.
“So stay with me—don’t go anywhere...!”
The long note was broken somewhat as the guitars stopped.
Confused, you pulled your sight away from him and to Dowoon’s bandmates. All of their eyes were focused upon the two of you.
Glancing to the side bemusedly, you saw that the guests around you were all looking at the two of you as well, rather expectantly.
It was then that you recognised one or two of their features, in the dark. One person was definitely one of their managers, Another, a stylist who became a close friend of yours after helping Sungjin shave his hair.
Memories hit you briefly as you noted her face, caught in astonished anticipation, remembering the times that she’d fought for what the members had wanted, rather than the company.
On the table just in front of you two, a figure turned.
You weren’t expecting to see Dowoon’s mother here.
Before you could question any further, your boyfriend’s hands appeared from beneath the table, holding a microphone in a white-knuckled grip.
“Stumbling over and over...” he began, words and tone shaky. He paused, clearing his throat as he made eye contact with you.
It seemed to fill him with a new determination, as he persisted, gracing the room with the deep velvet of his voice. “Now, I’ve finally reached you.”
You waited for Jae to pick up his words, but he didn’t, his microphone remaining by his side.
It was Dowoon’s melody that resonated within your soul. “I want to spend my future walking together with you. Baby you are where I wanna be...”
As his voice trailed off, you felt your heart melt in pride, but you weren’t expecting him to continue.
He no longer sang, and instead only spoke, taking the lyrics and making them more of his own. “Love, I believe that you are the best happy ending, for me. You will be—without a doubt—my last love story, so,” he hesitated, fingers unlacing from the microphone as a single hand reached below the table again, “so, love, please be my finale...”
A small box was retrieved, and placed in the centre of the table.
Royal blue and veiled in velvet, it sat proudly in front of your shocked, stagnating mind, and simmered your thoughts into nothing but mush.
Dowoon discarded the microphone to an extended hand to his side, as he unclipped the box, revealing the promise inside.
Delicate, entwined silver threads that knotted into a nest for a pure jewel. Bright and vibrant, it reflected the fireflies above you, that seemed to immediately spin into life, crowning the two of you in celestial light.
“...and marry me?”
Your words swam, weak and unintelligible in the gasps and whoops of sheer excitement.
You didn’t know if you were already crying before you nodded, but they dripped from your jaw and clouded your vision from seeing his reaction at first.
You tried to dab at your eyes as carefully as possible with your shaking hands, to see his smile beaming in his halo, eyes taking in the sight of you.
He exhaled in laughter and relief, as the cheers erupted around the room, whilst he gently removed the ring from the box.
You gave your hand to him as soon as you saw him move, trying to still your fingers quivering as well as your lips.
The chilled silver slipped over your skin as smoothly as silk, and you brought your free hand to your mouth as soon as a sob broke free.
Entwining his fingers with yours, he whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too!” you choked, wishing you could just stop the tears.
It cheered you up a bit to see you weren’t the only one, when you caught a glimpse of the rest of Day6 on the stage.
Younghyun was openly sobbing, a handkerchief pulled from his suit pocket wiping at his face every few seconds, as he whimpered into the microphone shamelessly. “That’s my boy, right there. He’s getting married, a-and—and—!”
Jae was blinking happily, a hand on Younghyun’s shoulder as he spoke to someone closer to the performing area.
You couldn’t read his lips well, but it appeared he was denying something. Wiping at his cheek once, it became apparent what he was frantically refusing was happening.
You didn’t spot Wonpil immediately, as his head was completely hidden in Sungjin’s jacket, but the leader didn’t seem too mind much.
He was grinning at the pair of you, before he sent you a thumbs up, eyes glinting in the fairy lights.
You laughed, nodding in acknowledgement, slipping your other hand into Dowoon’s, and bringing them up to your lips.
“I love you so much,” you reiterated, “this was just... so beautiful and I’m so, so proud of you!”
“I...” he began, unable to quite find his words again.
His mother piped up from behind him, startling him, which you couldn’t help but giggle at. “He wanted to sing to you, so bad! And my son did it, my son did it so well!”
She placed a kiss upon his head, causing him to pout.
Music began to play over the speakers again, which Jae seemed to be playing karaoke to at the front, letting the other three off the stage to get some celebratory drinks.
After a few congratulations from some of the guests, you managed to calm down slightly, instead showing your ring off to your friends who had gathered behind you.
Eventually, there was a brief gap in conversation with other people, as Sungjin announced the bar was open, and everyone began to make their way over there.
You and your fiance stood, and, hand-in-hand, headed through into the next room.
People around you parted as you did so, allowing you the chance to brightly enquire, “Dowoon, baby, can I ask you something too?”
“Of course!” he replied, beautiful, deep eyes coming to gaze into yours.
“How did you know the ring would fit me?”
He guffawed for a moment. “Well, we realised Jae’s fingers are the same size as yours.”
You choked on air, staring at your ring.
“WHAT?!”
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AN: Sorry for the big break I’ve been heckin busy
English translations courtesy of LyricsKpop!
Hope you enjoyed!
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