#doyoung reader insert

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% a careless man’s careful daughter

pairings: doyoung x gn!reader || wc: 1.2k || warnings: light swearing, parents who are fighting || inspiration: mine by taylor swift

you spin round and round in neighbour!doyoung’s swivel chair, watching his room go by in a blur as you wait for him to come in.

the door finally swings open and doyoung strides in. he slows and does a double take as he notices your presence, but soon resumes taking off his shoes and jacket, throwing them to the side when he’s done.

he looks from you to the open window of his room and the open window of the room in the house beyond. “what are you doing here? i thought i told you to stop climbing in through the window.”

“you thought wrong, then,” you chuckle, and you pick up the rubik's cube that is resting on his desk, proceeding to fiddle with it. the cube makes clicking noises every time you manipulate it.

loosening his shirt collar, doyoung sighs. “parents fighting again?” your fingers slow, eyes dropping to your lap, and you give him the tiniest of nods. “hmm. my parents have some business friends over, so gongmyung took one for the team and decided to be the one who stayed to chat. i'm free for the rest of the night.”

more under the cut!

you carefully place the solved rubik’s cube back onto his desk as he plops down onto the bed. as he starts up his phone to game, you sift through the stack of papers on his desk. biology, math, english literature and social science. all subjects you have helped him in.

“hey, quit gaming already. talk to me,” you throw his eraser at him and it hits him square on the head. he yelps.

“hey! what was that for?” doyoung frowns in your direction while massaging his head.

“to get your attention. you can’t play games all day, you know.”

“why not?”

“because i’m here and i’ll never let you play.”

“...i hate you.”

doyoung slaps his phone onto the space beside him and huffs in annoyance, his brows knitted together in childish anger. he looks just like a bunny, and you resist the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“so… anything interesting happen in school lately?” you ask, launching yourself onto doyoung’s bed and tuck-and-rolling when you land on the sheets. you prop your head up on your elbows and blink at him expectantly.

he puts his finger in between your eyes and pushes you back so you almost roll off the bed. “no, nothing interesting.”

you narrow your eyes at his dilating pupils and notice how his knuckles turn white as he grips his phone. “liar, liar, pants on fire. you can never lie to me.”

he looks a little miffed at your response, but replies, “no, i can't.”

“so tell me.” once again, you look at him with child-like curiosity in your eyes. only this time, it is much more intense. what could he possibly be hiding?

“y/n, i don't want to tell you.”

your face falls and it’s your turn to huff in annoyance. “i hate you too.”

doyoung looks at you out of the corner of his eye and sees you sulking. “fine, dumbass.” you grin in response. “i still hate you though.”

“this random girl in my class, she… she came up to me during lunch and said she liked me. i don't even know why. we’ve never talked.”

“gee, it must be your charming personality then,” you drawl sarcastically. he flicks your forehead again.

“what do i do? what should i say to her? ‘i don't feel the same way about you because we’ve never interacted before’?” doyoung cringes at the thought, groaning and dragging his hand down his face. “i just told her i'd think about it. this is so embarrassing, honestly.”

“hah. not that your parents would ever approve of some random girl at school who doesn’t have fantastic grades or looks or connections. are they still trying to set you up with the daughters of their friends?”

“yep. and it’s always awkward because usually both of us don’t want to be there and we just sit there in silence, staring at each other and waiting for the adults to decide we can finally go home. not once have i met someone remotely interesting.”

“well, that’s love for you,” you chuckle. “hah. love. what a scam. i bet my parents said they loved each other and all that mushy shit. now they’re filing for divorce and arguing every minute of every day.”

“it’s… a scam, to you?” doyoung gives you a look, but you don't know what it means.

“yeah, pretty much. i mean, how many couples stay happy their whole lives? do you know how many people’s parents are divorced? how much ‘love’ could they have felt for each other? certainly not enough to stay together in the long run. in my opinion, the concept of ‘love’ is all fake, made up by people who are so lonely they are delusional with feelings of longing for company.”

“you say all that so casually. like you’re just talking about your opinion of a band, not defacing the name of ‘love’.”

“well, like i said, love is pretty inconsequential to me. like bands.”

doyoung swallows and hesitates before saying, “what if… what if i told you that i think i'm in love?”

you give him the side-eye, then throw your head back in laughter. “if you told me that, i'd tell you that that’s good for you, but don’t say i didn't warn you when it inevitably goes sour.”

“oh.”

you pause and look at doyoung. he is frowning at his lap, and the tips of his ears are red. you cautiously ask, “did i… did i say something wrong?”

“maybe this is a really bad time to say this, but i think i might be in love. with you,” doyoung finally lifts his eyes to meet yours, and you can see the conviction in his eyes.

you still, and all you can hear is your steady heartbeat. you stare at him for a while, letting that information sink in.

“i know this is probably way too much for you, but i just wanted you to know. you don’t have to act on it, and if you want to just forget this happened and go back to the way we were, i won't fault you. just, please don’t hate me for this. please let us at least continue being friends.”

you shake your head slowly. this is not what you want. this is not what you expected to happen. you exhale shakily, and tell doyoung, “i don't think i'm emotionally ready for a relationship. i don't think i'll ever be. i'm sorry, doyoung.” you pay close attention to his reaction. after all, doyoung is your best friend. you’ve spent your whole life climbing from your room into his via the windows.

he looks away and nods in silence, and you know that you have his understanding. he knows your parents have been fighting since you were both children, and he knows you’ve watched their relationship fall apart. but you can see that he is crestfallen, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

“i should go,” you whisper. he nods.

you climb back out of his window.

© marklilies, 2021. all rights reserved.

[lemonietrinket]

A Good Reason to Break the Law ||| Doyoung x Reader

Summary: Doyoung does love you. And you wouldn’t really call yourself a rule-breaker. Yet you always find a way to worry him - which isn’t particularly difficult, if you were honest. Genres: FLUFF Warnings: Uhhh... don’t yeet yourself into a random person’s garden? Unless it’s for the right reasons of course. Don’t report me to the police I don’t endorse breaking the law I swear Word Count: 619 Songs: None AN: I don’t feel like this one is as good as my others so :/ 

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“You could have died!”

“Doyoung-”

“What you did was super dangerous! And- and illegal? Probably very much illegal...?!”

“Doyoung, please...”

“Y/N you can’t do that! You can’t go to jail! What am I supposed to do while you’re in jail- I... I won’t visit you!”

“Doyoung!” you exclaimed, sending him into silence. He held his mouth closed tightly, a frustrated pout, cheeks slightly puffed out - it took all of your strength not to laugh out loud right there and then. Though despite your best efforts, your giggles trickled into your voice as you continued. “Relax, baby, I’m not going to jail.”

His face was a picture; stunned, horrified, borderline exasperated. He couldn’t hold himself back. “You threw yourself into a random lady’s garden!”

You held his gaze, nonchalant.

"What?!” He glanced at you, then at the surroundings, and then right back again. “Why would you...!”

You shrugged. “Cute puppy. Needed them pats.”

As you nodded knowingly, it seemed your boyfriend was seconds from perhaps having a tiny breakdown. You extended your hands over the side of the sofa, requesting cuddles. His eyes narrowed, lips pressed so thinly they couldn’t be seen. But he obliged, reluctantly coming to your side, though only partially.

As you inclined you body onto his, you found he didn’t budge from his position - his back remained bolt straight and his arms crossed defiantly.

Sighing, you decided to work with it, nocking your head onto his shoulder, fingers gripping his fleece as you smiled somewhat contently.

“You love me really.”

“I know,” he replied grumpily. “And that’s part of the problem.”

You chuckled, feeling him release his tension and snake his arms around you mutually. “Maybe we should get a dog...” 

You leant back immediately, shock etched upon your face. “Eh?!”

“Well,” he reasoned, “it would mean you wouldn’t need to pet dogs so bad and therefore throw yourself over a fence when I’m not looking.”

You shook your head. “Nope. That’s not how it works. I’m not pat-starved, the dog was!” You paused, slightly panicked. “But can we still have one, please?”

He nestled closer, making up the space you’d created, the lavender scent of his shampoo tickling your nose as he found his place beside your collarbone. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Because, well, I don’t want you to get lonely when I’m not here. Schedules, and tours, and, stuff.”

You knew all of this too well. Long nights that grasped and pulled at the empty bed, sneaking both blankets and time alike away from you whilst you remained awake, rest stolen alike the night sometimes stole the moon.

“That would actually be...” you felt a smile twitch at your lips, imagining a strange, perhaps raucous, perhaps docile bundle of fluff filling the space beside you, “great. That would be so nice, Doyoung. Please!”

You felt a sharp exhale tickle at your skin. “As long as they don’t replace me, then of course.”

You pretended to think deeply for a brief moment before bursting into giggles as he shook you poutily and whining.

“Don’t worry, baby, you know I love you more than the moon adores the sun.”

You smiled, kissing him on the corner of his pouted lips, and he finally reciprocated, pressing his forehead against yours, your noses accidentally brushing but refusing to pull any further back as you kissed him properly. 

And the warmth of the room battling the winter ice became cold in comparison to the warmth that seeped into your bones at that very moment.

...

“But if I did go to jail, you would visit me - you know you would!”

“One cute moment - one! It’s all I ask and yet-!”

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