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thrillridesz · 3 years

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win a date with kim doyoung! ▫ k.dy

in part of the resonance beach collab hosted by @amorajae

➩ pairing: actor!doyoung x reader (f)

➩ genre: fluff, slight angst

➩ synopsis: win a date with kim doyoung! what are you waiting for? simply purchase any of the merchandise listed on our website in order to buy yourself an entry number into our raffle to win a date with the handsome kim doyoung (kim sangkyun in ‘letters to him’) at the world famous resonance beach. hurry while merchandise stock (and raffle entries) lasts!

➩ warnings: sexual innuendos, swearing

➩ inspo: win a date with tad hamilton!

➩ word count: 12.6k

➩ a/n: unedited! also featuring @fuzzycurlyhairmixedmediascissors @timextoxhajima (thank you guys for being some of my most beloved mutuals here! I know I don’t say it enough but I really appreciate you guys!) + i haven't written in a while so yes, please go easy haha, feedback is always welcomed!

“You’re kidding. You’re actually kidding.”

The four of you were a comical sight to behold, squished into a tiny corner behind the main counter as you all stared wide-eyed at the webpage in front of you, the unnatural light illuminating your faces. A few patrons peered curiously at your group as they browsed through shelves of books, wondering to themselves what could be so eye-catching or important for all members of the staff to forgo their duties and cram uncomfortably close together to gawk at a tiny computer screen.

“Win a date with Kim freaking Doyoung? Like the actor?” Renjun swallowed, his eyes wild. His knuckles were nearly white from gripping on so tightly to the countertop and you briefly wondered if it was possible he might actually manage to cut off circulation to his hands if he held on any longer or if he might chip off a part of the wood instead. Maybe both. You could feel your hands growing clammy as you scrolled down the page, your heart pounding against your chest so loudly that you were almost sure that the rest crowding above you could hear it.

“Is this a scam? Are they actually offering a date with Kim Doyoung?” Alex’s question came out as a mere whisper, like she couldn’t quite believe this was real and frankly, neither could you but everything about the details of the raffle to the terms and conditions listed further reinforced its legitimacy. A girl who was eavesdropping into your conversation had also whipped out her phone, tuning into the entertainment news. Her subsequent loud gasp only served to confirm that this was indeed reality.

The award-winning actor, Kim Doyoung, who nobody in a million years would ever guess to do this, was actually offering one lucky fan a chance to go on a date with him.

Not just any date at that, the date was supposed to be at the up and coming tourist destination, Resonance beach and would include a complimentary one day and two night stay at the world famous, glamorous Neo Hotel. According to the details, all expenses would be paid for with benefits that included a first class flight and a box of Booze Soda, one of the main sponsors for this event. A quick search on social media already shows fans all over the world talking about it, many already buying his albums and fan merchandise in bulk in an attempt to increase their chances of winning.

“Seems like they really are. It’s endorsed by his company,” Dana said, squinting at the screen before shaking her head in disapproval. “This just seems to me like they’re trying to squeeze more money out of the fanbase, pretty fucking shady of them.”

She stalked away to the fiction section where she would no doubt be reading instead of doing any actual shelving as your eyebrows knitted together into a slight frown, your hand hovering tentatively over the computer mouse. Renjun patted you on the shoulder before tending to a rather disgruntled looking old man who had been waiting for someone to service him for the past five minutes while Alex only leaned in closer.

“Are you going for it?” She asked.

“I wish I could but…” You gestured vaguely at the screen, “It’s no use. I barely even have the money to spare to buy one of those expensive merchandise, let alone in bulk and we haven’t even gotten to shipping yet.” Pushing yourself away from the desk, you got to work picking up a large box of new arrivals while Alex trailed behind you.

“You have to try somehow! Even if it’s one overpriced enamel pin, you can at least have your name entered once instead of not applying at all.”

You could only smile wistfully as you weaved through the aisles of books in the tiny bookshop. Having grown up with a passion for reading, it felt natural for you to seek a part time job working around books. Even if it paid a pittance, you loved the environment here, looking forward to coming to work every other day. Not only were you spending time around books which were your number one vice, you have made like-minded and equally bookish friends along the way who you enjoy working with. The customers at bookshops were also eccentric in their own way and delightful to just get to know over the past year you’d been working here.

Being in the bookshop always did comfort you whenever you were upset, dismayed or just feeling down, such as today. In a way, you felt grateful that you found out about the event during work and not in school or at home. You wouldn’t have had your job and all these books to help distract you from the bitter feeling of being too broke to even try to apply for such a rare opportunity for a date with the one and only Kim Doyoung.

You sighed with a heavy heart as you slotted book after book into a shelf at the crime section.

Kim Doyoung, A-list actor and just the most talented man alive. You have been a fan of his for the longest time, ever since he played the suave and flirtatious pastry chef Kang Hyun in the popular romantic comedy series ‘Sugar and Spice’. The first time you saw him on television, his acting and dashing good looks had completely charmed you. The way he carried himself, the way his eyes sparkled whenever he delivered the most heart fluttering lines and the way his voice always sounded so rough yet warm even when playing the most evil villains never failed to bring a smile to your face or a shiver of fear down your spine.

A lot of people would agree that Doyoung is a stellar example of an ideal man. He was a man who could act, talk and had a heart of gold, seeing from his participation in multiple philanthropy projects and his donations and services to several charities and orphanages. Doyoung also had one of the most attractive, handsomest faces in the industry, gracing magazine covers everywhere. His dark, silky ebony hair always looked immaculate and he had the most expressive eyes you’d ever seen. Those dark orbs could be shining with tears and agony one minute and bright with joy and youthful mischief in the next and those emotions written so plainly in his eyes always struck you right to your core as you watched his films and shows.

As you tried to bury your own disappointment by preoccupying yourself with the task at hand, you couldn’t help but fervently wish that somehow you’d be able to apply and win that coveted date with Kim Doyoung even if it may seem impossible.

☀️-☀️-☀️

“You can’t do this to me. This is insane.”

The men in the room turned sharply towards Doyoung, whose face held a look of mere indifference and indignation. He had his arms folded firmly across his chest as he leaned back into his feet, his eyes dark and defiant.

The tension in the room was so thick, you could slice it with a knife. The off-white, minimalist design of the skyscraper office with its almost four walls of glass only made the whole situation seem all the more intimidating and cold as he engaged in a face off with the men across the table, the sun casting shadows on his face which made him look almost scary.

Finally, Taeil, his manager let out an exasperated grunt as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Doyoung, this isn’t about you anymore. It’s about the goddamn company going bankrupt. We have no other choice-”

“So you decided to just go ahead and put me up for something like that? Like I’m some kind of object to be won? What are you, pimping me?” He interjected, the anger radiating off him. His jaw was set, clenched and his hands balled into fists like he always did when he got mad at something and the men in the room shifted uncomfortably. “You couldn’t find a better idea?”

“If we did, we wouldn’t be doing this now, would we?” Taeil snapped, irritated.

“There has to be some other way! I’m not an object to be won.”

“Look,” Xiaojun, the publicity head’s voice was soft, unusually gentle, like he was talking to an unreasonable, brutish child, “it’s just a date. We’re not asking you to marry for god’s sake so don’t be dramatic. Surely you can do this for the company? Just this once?”

Doyoung’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“No.”

“I told you he wasn’t going to do it.” Taeil said, rubbing at his temple to a shrinking Xiaojun who seemed to be growing smaller by the second. “We really fucked up this time.”

Doyoung shot him a sharp look.

“Why’s that?”

Taeil and Xiaojun exchanged an uncomfortable look as they shifted on their feet, looking anywhere and everywhere but him. Doyoung could feel his blood turning cold as he gripped on tightly to the arm of his chair. His words came out restrained as he gritted out, “What did you guys do?”

Taeil’s face was red with shame as he spoke in a small voice, his voice softer than a mouse.

“We um… We already got the sponsors for it and it’s already up and running.”

☀️-☀️-☀️

The sun was beating relentlessly down on your back as you pedaled along the streets, your backpack stuffed into the front basket of your bicycle.

It is a particularly hot summer’s day, so hot you could almost see the heat waves radiating in the horizon. A bead of sweat rolled down your temple and you wiped it off with a frown, feeling disgusted at how much you were sweating. It was as if someone had hosed you down. Well, maybe not that bad but still bad enough seeing as the back of your shirt would most positively be soaked by now.

As much as you loved working at the bookshop, you certainly didn’t love the journey there. During the summer when it gets too hot, the journey would usually leave you sweaty and icky by the time you arrived. During the winter when it gets too cold, you’re left freezing instead. There really aren't any two ways about it but it’s one of those things you were willing to tolerate for your job.

By the time you’d reported for work, you were predictably drenched in your own sweat and as you wandered in, you couldn’t help but bask in the cool air-conditioned environment of the store. It felt like heaven after enduring the intense heat outside and you almost let a guttural sigh out loud.

“You need a shower,” Renjun commented as you dropped your things off in the backroom, wrinkling his nose. The apron around his waist crinkled as he shifted, the precariously tall stack of books in his hands wobbling. The bookshop was relatively quiet today, seeing as most people were either off on their summer holiday or staying in the comfort of their own homes to escape the suffocating heat.

“As do you,” you rolled your eyes and he laughed. “Seriously, the weather is getting crazier by the year.”

“No kidding, I thought I’d drown in my own sweat before I even made it here.”

“That’s gross,” you stuck out your tongue in disgust while you tied on your apron. “Where’s Dana and Alex?” You took your place behind the till and drew out a black notebook from the file cabinet, doing your usual task of checking the store’s accounts. You didn’t notice the barely concealed look of excitement and anticipation in Renjun's face as you pored over the numbers, briefly glancing through them.

“Oh, they are… Somewhere.”

You looked up, eyebrows raised.

“What kind of an answer is that?”

He shrugged and it was a miracle the books he was holding onto didn’t topple over. You regarded him with mild curiosity but decided you weren’t going to question him any further. You had more pressing issues at hand like the accounts. As he wobbled off with the books, you booted up the store’s computer and flexed your fingers, getting ready to get to work with the calculations and organising of financial sheets.

The moment the computer screen crackled to life, you were immediately greeted with the words ‘Win a date with Kim Doyoung!’ in big, bold letters. The webpage was designed to look bright and celebratory but you were feeling anything but. Your grip on the computer mouse tightened as you stared at the words that seemed to taunt you, mock you. You wanted so badly to apply even just once but deep down, you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance against the large Kim Doyoung fanbase.

On social media and fansites, there was already a good number of fans posting pictures of their bulk purchases of merchandise, each buy equating to one entry into the raffle. Even if you were to enter your name in once, there was no way you were going to win anyways. Not when you’re up against fans who have tens and hundreds of entries in the raffle.

Reluctantly, you closed the window and settled down to the boring task of accounting for the shop’s sales. For the next few minutes, the thought of splurging this once on an entry for the event crossed your mind more times than you’d have liked as you punched in digits into the calculator. At one point, you even had to redo some of the accounts because of a wrong digit keyed in and you were starting to find it seriously hard to concentrate. Your pen was tapping impatiently on the table and eventually, you found that your fingers were moving on their own accord.

The event webpage showed up again and the temptation to just apply was stronger than ever even though you knew that the chances of you winning would probably be next to none.

“But, what if I just… Try?” A voice whispered at the back of your mind and you bit your bottom lip in frustration. You wanted so badly to apply but it was so expensive to do so. Buying even just a sticker set from the Kim Doyoung merchandise shop would wipe out a good part of your savings because of the exorbitant shipping costs. Were you really willing to fork out so much money just to apply?

Fortunately, your exhausting train of thought was interrupted when the door swung open and Dana and Alex entered the store with a parcel between them.

“This is for you,” Dana handed you the parcel with a knowing grin on her face and you frowned as you received it with both hands. “Open it.”

“What’s this?” You asked, picking apart the paper wrapping and when you finally realised what it was, your eyes widened till they were as large as saucers.

“Y-You guys…” You looked up to see your friends’ smiling faces despite the fatigue displayed so plainly on their faces and the sweat that lined their brows. Lifting up the porcelain mug gingerly by the handle, it took a lot of your energy not to burst out in incomprehensible squeals.

On the white surface, there was a intricately printed quote of one of Doyoung’s famous lines in the hit romantic movie, ‘Letters to him’, where he’d played the soft spoken, shy photographer heartthrob Kim Sangkyun alongside the stunning actress Im Sokyeom who’d portrayed his feisty, fiery journalist love interest Park Mihyo.

The quote was written in gold ink and in elegant calligraphy, sophisticated but not tacky. You still distinctly remember when you heard it.

“Sangkyun? What are you doing here?” Mihyo’s eyes were wide with shock, her lips slightly parted as the words came out in a gasp.

“I…” The bespectacled, red-faced photographer who clearly lacked stamina clutched at his now throbbing abdomen as he panted for air, “I needed to see you.”

His usually immaculate hair was a mess and his shirt clung to his sweaty body, so perfectly outlining the definition of those broad shoulders that reminded Mihyo of that stormy night at the secluded inn, that same silhouette overshadowing her as he leaned in to kiss her passionately. She tried to ignore the shiver that ran down her spine, the tiny skip her heart did as she looked back at him with an expressionless gaze.

“I don’t think that would be necessary.”

The pain that shone in those eyes behind those thickset glasses made her heart clench. Sangkyun’s lower lip quivered as he said softly, “Please, Mihyo.”

“Look, we-”

“‘You are my home, my safe haven and in no reality, would I ever wish to be apart from you,’” he said, his voice firm yet so full of emotion. There was an almost defiant look on his face as Mihyo dropped the coffee she was holding in her hands. Even as the liquid splattered all over her boots and stained them, she didn’t care.

“You… It was you who wrote that letter?” She asked, trembling now as her heart beat a mile a minute. This couldn’t be right, it didn’t make sense. Didn’t Jaehwan write it? Jaehwan who had told her so many times that he had poured all his feelings out into that single handwritten letter addressed to her all those years ago, who had whispered fleeting, heart fluttering sweet nothings in her ear as she consequently ‘accepted’ his feelings?

“Yes, I was the one who wrote it.” Sangkyun avowed, tears now streaming endlessly down his cheeks. “I have always loved you, Mihyo. All these years.”

Your heart still swoons at that very scene whenever you rewatch it and it has gotten to the point where you’d been able to recite the entire dialogue word for word. It was a rather embarrassing and useless talent but one you were still secretly proud of. A mug with a printed quote from one of your favourite drama scenes was a great present, better than any you could have ever asked for from your friends but a coveted chance to win a whole date with your idol, Kim Doyoung?

There were no words to describe how grateful you were.

“Thank you for this, you guys. Thank you so, so, so much,” you choke out as you pull them in for a tight hug, burying your face into Alex’s sweater. “This is the best gift you guys could have given me. I love it.”

Dana chuckles, ruffling your hair. “It’s nothing much, we just thought you deserved it.” Alex murmurs her agreement as she pats you gently on the back and Renjun shoots you a toothy grin. How did you get so lucky with friends like that?

Just then, the radio that had been very softly playing in the background caught your attention. It was tuned into a popular youth entertainment radio channel and you could vaguely hear the ongoing show’s hosts speak animatedly to millions of listeners all over the world. Today, ‘Celeb Insiders’ was on air and its hosts, Jungwoo and Krystal’s excitement seemed to be buzzing right through from their studio.

“Next on- Wait, I’m getting some exciting news here! The ‘Win a date event that has sent millions into shambles involving Kim Doyoung, who most of you may know better as the handsome, deadly Kang Joon in ‘Out for blood’ or perhaps as the charming, doting Kim Sangkyun in ‘Letters to him’, has got some updates!”

“Wait, really? Thank god, I was starting to wonder if my application got lost somehow.”

“Krystal, you applied?” Jungwoo’s tone was one of surprise and the latter laughed, her voice ringing through the studio.

“Duh, it’s Kim Doyoung. Who wouldn’t want to go on a date with a man like that? He is the standard,” she replies matter-of-factly.

“Ouch, I am not hurt as a fellow member of the male species. Anyways, we’re just getting news that the lucky fan has been revealed!”

“Please let it be me.”

“It’s not going to be you.”

“You don’t know that yet.”

“Well, I do now! Seems like it is your lucky day, entry number 148275, whoever you are because you have just won a date with the man himself, Kim Doyoung!”

“Whoever it is, lucky them,” you sighed, smiling softly and not noticing how still your friends have become. It seemed as if they were almost frozen and it took you a good few seconds to realise they hadn’t moved. “Guys?”

Alex turned to you, her eyes wide as saucers and her mouth hanging open.

“That’s your entry number, y/n.”

☀️-☀️-☀️

Doyoung wanted nothing more than to be out of this situation that he had found himself in.

Gritting his teeth as the personal stylist circled around him and tutted under his breath for the nth time, he could see his expression in the mirror getting darker by the minute. There were dark circles starting to form under his eyes, no thanks to jet lag and a lack of sleep following the dreaded date that he had wanted no part in and his limbs were starting to cramp from standing for so long. The personal stylist, whose name he’d learned was Johnny, was clearly taking his own sweet time with no regards whatsoever to the fate of his numb legs.

“How much longer?” He asked, plastering a gentle smile onto his face, like he’d done so many times in and out of movie sets. Johnny peered at him from over his gold-rimmed glasses and shrugged nonchalantly in a way that meant he had no qualms of speeding up. Doyoung resisted the urge to deck him.

“I don’t know. I’ve got so many ideas and most of them don’t fit you all that well. Somehow, you are putting some sort of invisible dent on my creative energy. It’s really not very productive.”

Doyoung stared at him, expressionless. How was any of this supposed to be his fault? He opened his mouth to retort but thought better of it and kept silent, letting his annoyance simmer. As much as this whole situation was maddening, starting a fight with anyone wouldn’t be good. Not even Johnny, the annoying, fickle personal stylist. He couldn’t risk it not just for his reputation, but also for his tired self.

He was too tired to have to deal with anything more than he’d been given right now.

As much as Doyoung appreciated his manager and management team, they had a knack for doing things without first telling him. Granted, other celebrities had pulled a similar stunt before including his rivals but it never occurred to him that one day, he would be doing the same. It was something he’d never have agreed to. Willingly.

After what felt like ages and hundreds of suits and tuxedos, Johnny the personal stylist had eventually decided on an outfit that Doyoung had remembered being one of the first few he’d been asked to try on. He tried not to think about the hours of sleep he’d missed out on or possible time he could have had to escape as he wandered out of the shop, disoriented by the now dark sky outside.

He must have been in there longer than he’d imagined.

As Doyoung made his way back to his hotel, he couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of tranquility. The night breeze was cool and carried with it the scent of the ocean, a welcomed change from the smell of vehicle fumes in the big city. Twinkling stars dotted the skies and nature was everywhere - from the palm trees along the streets, the sandy beaches, to the rolling hills from a distance away. Small businesses were thriving on this beach island, selling things that would never sell well where he came from like handmade seashell necklaces or indigenous rocks and it was heartening to see how the locals were so… happy.

The streets were by no means quiet and here at the island where the world famous Resonance beach resort had very strategically chosen to settle in, the place was teeming with tourists from all over the world. They chatted, ate and laughed as they strolled along the streets in their sundresses and khaki shorts, enjoyed delicious seafood meals with drinks in the many bistros and restaurants and did basic tourist things. Everyone was in their own world, just enjoying being on holiday and it was this engrossment in their own world that Doyoung appreciated and valued.

If there was any silver lining to this whole thing, this would be it.

Here, he could roam the island without wearing his almost mandatory and necessary cap, sunglasses or face mask since no one would pay him any attention. He could wander about freely, do anything he wanted. Doyoung couldn’t remember a time where he’d had such freedom. It felt like a long time ago when he had just been an aspiring young teenager with ambitions greater than he had eventually realised he could handle. Sure, a few curious glances were shot his way every now and then but for the most part, people knew their boundaries which couldn’t be said for the same back home.

With fame, came its price.

As a relatively attractive actor whose company somehow always tries to book for romance films or drama series, it didn’t take long for his fanbase to grow and expand, for the ‘thirst tweets’ to start streaming in or for the obsessive fan stories he’d heard so much about from his seniors to start happening to him as well.

His jaw ticked as he recalled how a crazed fan had once accosted him at the supermarket once. The kid had stalked him all around the place, grabbing whatever he did and it’d creeped him out. There was once he had made a mistake of replying to a fan’s tweet of a drama he had starred in, only to get bombarded by hundreds and thousands of replies, private messages and a blooming rumour that thankfully, had been quickly nipped in the bud before it could get out of control.

Doyoung adored his fans, he really did. There were the sweet ones who would write letters to him voicing their admiration for his talents and those who really supported his craft but there were also tons of them who he’d think twice before interacting with. He tried to not to think which of these two categories the fan he would be spending his time here in this island would classify under.

It was close to 10 when he’d made it back to the Neo hotel, a sprawling resort with some of the most beautiful, intricate architecture he ever had the privilege of staying in. The lobby itself was grand, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from above and a smooth marble floor inlay a very detailed drawing of the island itself made up entirely of rare gems and rocks. Everything about the place screamed classy and luxurious, it was thus no surprise that this hotel was listed as one of the world’s best.

As Doyoung waited for the elevator, he noticed from the corner of his eye that two ladies were lingering nearby, staring at him and giggling to one another. Out of reflex, he shot them a polite smile to which one of them jumped. They were dressed in formal attire with name tags, there was no doubt they’d work here at the hotel.

He watched as the number on the elevator crawled downwards, wishing it’d hurry up. He could feel his eyelids slipping shut and his limbs were beginning to feel like lead and there was nothing more that he wanted than to hop into bed. Suddenly, he felt someone tapping his back.

Swivelling around, Doyoung turned to look at the ladies from earlier. Their cheeks were tinted red with nervousness and even he could feel their apprehension. Despite his fatigue, he grinned down at them.

“Can I help you?”

The shorter of the two, a pretty brunette with a pert little nose squeaked in response but her friend was much bolder.

“Are you Kim Doyoung?”

“Yes, I am. How can I help?” The smile was frozen on his face. The elevator arrived with a ding.

“We love your movies and works, my friend Yujeong and I, Winter.” She beamed and her friend nodded enthusiastically. The elevator door opened and the few curious onlookers wandered in. Doyoung relaxed, his smile growing slightly wider.

“Ah, thank you so much. That means a lot to me.” The ladies giggled and the one called Yujeong continued, blushing profusely, “You look so unbelievably handsome in real life. Better than on television.”

Doyoung stiffened. “That is very kind of you to say.”

“You were in that romcom right? ‘Fight or flight’ or something?” Winter interjected, excitement radiating off her. Before Doyoung could reply, she went off, biting her lips ever so slightly in a way that was supposedly meant to be seductive, “You looked really hot there. Did you have to diet and gym a lot to look that way? Honestly, you caught my eye for a great part of the movie.”

The elevator door was beginning to close. Doyoung wanted so fervently to make a dash for it.

“Thanks. Yeah, I did.”

“There was that drama you acted in too right? ‘Letters to you’? I remember you as that really handsome reporter Kim Sanghyun.” Yujeong asked, her eyes big with wonder. “You looked super cute there, I thought the glasses were a nice touch.”

“I…” Doyoung trailed off, his smile beginning to slip from his face and it was getting harder to keep it there by the millisecond. “Thanks.”

“Could we take a picture?”

I’m tired.

“Yeah, sure.”

By the time Doyoung had stumbled into his room, showered and ordered room service, it was already nearing midnight. Clad in only a pair of his most comfortable gray sweats, he climbed into bed and sunk into the soft sheets, a subconscious moan escaping his lips at the sheer comfort of it. The television was on but it was all but white noise as he scrolled through his phone and checked on the unread messages that he had that day.

( 3 unread messages from Sokyeom (Work) )

hey doyoungie, wanna grab dinner sometime? :))

i’ve been kinda lonely and i’m not filming these days so i was thinking if we should go get a drink or something?

you playing hard to get? you are such a tease~ ;0

Doyoung’s lips pressed into a thin line as his thumb hovered above the keyboard. She needed to stop calling him that. He had also yet to answer her insistent invitations for dinner. He’d given up after the third rejection and promptly let everything go to voicemail or simply his inbox. For a person who plays a very bright, intelligent journalist onscreen, the actress certainly cannot read a hint.

Tossing his phone aside, Doyoung held his forearm to his head as he stared up at the ceiling above him. He tried his best not to ponder over tomorrow’s meeting with his fan. He had never seen this fan, never been provided a visual reference as to how he or she might look like. Taeil had ensured that, wanting instead to keep an element of surprise.

Doyoung sighed deeply, feeling a wave of resignation, sadness and helplessness engulf him and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach and the way his heart feels so tight and empty like it has always had for the longest time.

He found he cannot recall the last time he’d ever truly felt like himself. It seemed as if he was nothing if not for his looks.

☀️-☀️-☀️

Your heart was beating furiously and your hands were almost trembling as you checked your own reflection on the mirror for what seemed like the thousandth time.

The light pearl eyeshadow you had very shakily applied still seemed a tad too faded under the light even though it felt like you had an ungodly number of layers on already and you sighed, both in frustration and nervousness. Your hair was sticking out all over the place, with a particular stray lock of hair that kept escaping the bun you’d swept your hair up in while you pondered over the decision to put on a jasmine scented perfume earlier. Was that a good idea or should you have instead gone with the citrus one that Dana and Alex recommended?

You fell helplessly back onto the luxurious comforter. The softness of the bed still felt new, foreign and was a strange yet welcomed change from the lumpy mattress you had back home. On a bed like this, you could fall asleep straight away but the nerves for the impending dinner tonight kept you alert. Heavens, sometimes you wondered if you were already asleep and this whole experience was just a hyper realistic lucid dream you were having.

The past few days had passed by in a complete blur.

First came the media. Within hours after the announcement of the lucky fan who’d won the much coveted date with Kim Doyoung, gossip columns and entertainment reporters had somehow managed to locate and consequently flooded your email with requests for interviews. It was all over the radio and news sites and before long, everyone in your family including your school had found out.

Questions after questions were directed to you, too many to keep up with and some of which you didn’t even have the answers to. It was like your life had been turned upside down within a matter of mere hours, being thrust into the spotlight all of a sudden, unprepared and thoroughly confused.

What made the entire situation feel even more absurd was when you’d received the online confirmation email for your first class flight ticket and all expenses paid for trip details to Resonance Beach. The email was very lavishly furnished with fancy lettering and a short video attached, showcasing an extremely enticing display of Resonance Beach from its golden shores and crystalline blue sea to the delicious local fare offered and bustling nightlife.

You won’t deny - you have had to pinch yourself several times before reality really sunk in.

Within a couple of days, you found yourself en route, thousands of feet in the air in a sleek aircraft. Not even in your wildest dreams would you have thought you would one day be served perfectly poached butter lobster and the sweetest, juiciest sparkling cider you’d ever had the privilege to taste on a italian leather airplane seat or be able to sit in front of a telescreen with every movie and film imaginable available for you to watch. It certainly made a very jarring contrast to your usual homemade cucumber sandwich for lunch, eaten in the confines of the stuffy bookstore or the limited television channels available back home, so limited nobody ever watches television anymore.

Everything felt utterly dreamlike, from the exceptional service on the first class flight you’d never have been able to afford to the complimentary limousine ride to your five star accommodation. Your suite itself was another thing to behold and you had been initially afraid to touch anything for fear of making even the tiniest scratch on the exquisite furniture.

Blowing a raspberry, you tried not to look at the time. You weren’t sure what time it was already but something told you that it was happening soon.

Your gut churned uncomfortably and you flipped over, screaming softly into the pillow. Excitement and fear intermingled was coursing through your veins and a shiver ran down your spine at the thought of seeing Doyoung soon. This was the actor you had always looked up to, whose works you have always thoroughly enjoyed and memorised almost every single line to. Just a week ago, he was an unreachable bright spark in the distant sky, so blindingly enchanting and bright, so far away that you’d never reach him and there was nothing you could do but stare in awe from afar. Yet now, he was going to be right before you, in the flesh.

You resisted the urge to pinch yourself again.

At that moment, there was a gentle knock on the huge, mahogany door of your suite.

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Doyoung shifted uncomfortably as he stood waiting outside the imposing suite door.

The crisp jet black suit that Johnny had chosen for him fitted him perfectly and accentuated his slim, lean figure, the polished golden cufflinks glinting under the glow of the light along the hallway. The white dress shirt he wore under the ‘expensive, posh french velvet’ (or so he’d been told a little over fifty times by Johnny) black jacket was neatly ironed and a few buttons at the top had been left purposefully unbuttoned to expose his collarbone which he wasn’t sure he was entirely comfortable with.

His stylists had truly gone all out with this, Doyoung didn’t even think they had been so invested back when he attended his first Grand Bell Awards. His dark hair was perfectly coiffed and they had chosen for him a well fitting musky cologne for the occasion and they had even made sure to pay attention to his nails. The company must be doing financially worse than he’d thought.

Doyoung could hear a faint crash from inside the suite and he felt his heart grow heavier by the second. In a way, he felt like a lamb perfectly dressed for slaughter or perhaps to be less dramatic, he felt like an escort. He had seen how some buy hundreds of merchandise in order to win and he’d realised to his horror that some of these ‘fans’ had been regularly stalking him at certain points. He could only pray that whoever stood on the other side of the door was nothing like that.

He recalled how in his early days, his manager had forced him to pour alcohol and make merry with some of the older female shareholders of the company and a lump began to form on his throat.

“Please not that either,” he thought desperately.

Suddenly, the door opened with a click and for a moment, he found himself staring at no one in particular until his gaze drifted downwards to see a shy looking girl standing before him.

Oh, he was not expecting this.

She had the most beautiful pair of eyes he’d ever seen, bright and sparkling. There was something about that tugged at his heartstrings, drawing him deeper into their depths. Her lips were perfectly shaped, not too plump and her makeup, subtle and classy. The lilac blue dress she wore clung softly to her curves, accentuating but not in an overtly sexual but rather sensual way the outline of her lush body. Around her neck hung a tiny silver necklace, resting comfortably on her chest, shining under the light.

Realising quickly that he was staring, Doyoung cleared his throat.

“Hey, so you… um, you ready to go?”

The girl merely stared back at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted like in a trance. When she didn’t reply, he smiled awkwardly to which she cracked the slightest of the most charming smiles he’d ever seen. Doyoung tried to ignore the tingle in his heart.

“Right, I guess-”

“Yeah! Yeah, I-I am ready to go! L-L-Let’s go!” She suddenly blurted out, catching him off guard. Her face had gone a shade darker and she clapped her hand over her mouth, regret dawning upon her. Doyoung quickly smiled and said, “Great, let’s go then.”

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Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You cursed yourself as you walked next to Doyoung. How did you already manage to make a fool of yourself? You’d seen the way his eyes had widened at your sudden, aggressive, uncouth outburst and it wouldn’t be a surprise to you if he thought you were weird. Your face felt hot, like it was burning but there was nothing you could do about it, nothing you could do to soothe the rapid beating of your heart except pray that you wouldn’t mess it up again.

As the two of you walked side by side, you could help but sneak a glance at him every now and then. He was tall, taller than you’d envisioned him to be. In person, there was still that unreachable, untouchable, regal vibe that he had and just by walking next to him, you almost felt as if you weren’t worthy to even be this near him. You could tell his clothes were branded, expensive but heavens, everything about him screamed expensive.

His cologne was also not overwhelming but rather nice. You had been on dates whereby the boys you were out with had put on an obscene amount of cologne that threatened to suffocate you and how you made out of the dates unscathed was always a mystery to you. Doyoung was a nice change.

As the two of you entered the lift, the awkwardness between the two of you became more apparent in the confined space. You played with your fingers as you stood next to him, turning ever so slightly to look at him. Sensing your gaze on him, he turned ever so slightly and a smile tugged at his lips.

You felt your heart flutter as you snapped your head back, face now positively burning. There it was, that charming smile you’d seen so many times on television. Yet somehow…

The fluttery feeling in your heart subsided. Maybe it was just a figment of your imagination but you thought you detected something guarded behind that smile. It was a beautiful one, stunning and heart achingly endearing but even as he did, the smile never did properly reach his eyes. They had held a certain invisible iciness to them that you didn’t quite know what to make off.

You shook the thought out of your mind, you were probably overthinking it out of nerves.

When the two of you stepped out of the hotel, there was a large, sleek black limousine waiting with a chauffeur who tipped his hat good naturedly at you, to which you returned with a slight nod of your own. Doyoung trotted ahead of you, pulling open the limousine door.

“After you?”

You thought your heart might burst. “Thank you,” you said shyly, making your way in.

As the limousine rolled off the curb and towards the restaurant that Doyoung’s company had booked for their dinner date, the ride was quiet save for the low rumbling of the limousine’s engine and the sounds of traffic and nightlife outside. You peered outside the window in wonder and awe at the hustle and bustle of the beach town. Vendors were selling everything from little beach trinkets to treats like coconut ice cream served in a coconut shell and friends and families on vacation were out, clad in sandals and romping around the place, laughing to one another. Lanterns painted with orange suns and blue waves were lit along the streets, lending the place an almost warm, otherworldly glow.

You wished Renjun, Alex and Dana would have come here with you. You knew that Renjun would have loved the musical culture here as the limousine drove past a young busker who was belting out an acoustic, banjo version of Lil Nas X’s ‘Old Town Road’. The numerous traditional sweet shops selling the most delectable sea salt candies and coconut toffees that the beach town was famous for would have thrilled Dana. Alex would have simply adored the street art that almost quite literally lit up the town, with its bold colours and intricate illustrations. You made a mental note to purchase some souvenirs if you could.

“So, your name is y/n?”

At Doyoung’s voice, you turned to him quickly and a feeling of sheepishness came over you. Suddenly, you became aware of just how close you two were seated in the vehicle.

“Yeah, how did you know?” You asked softly and Doyoung gave you a weird look. “My manager mentioned it to me.”

Right, of course.

Perhaps you should have just kept your mouth shut.

“How are you finding Resonance Beach so far?” he probed and it was impossible to not stay silent.

“It’s pretty,” your face lit up with a genuine smile despite your embarrassment, “It’s really picturesque and I’ve never been to a beach town like this. The culture here seems so rich, it’s amazing.”

Doyoung simply nodded in agreement, “It really is. Have you really never been to a beach town?”

“No, I’ve actually never been out of the country.”

“Oh,” a look of surprise flashes in his eyes, “I see… That’s great too. No place better than home, huh?” His shoulders were relaxed now, less stiff than they were before.

“I love where I come from but this place,” you gesture outside, “is beautiful too. I just wish Renjun, Alex and Dana could have been here.”

“...Who?”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, they’re my friends. We work at our town’s book shop together but we’ve all known each other since we were kids.” You beamed at him, not noticing the way he was staring at you. “Actually, I have them to thank for this, you know, being here in the first place?”

Doyoung couldn’t help but probe, “Why’s that?”

“This might sound really complicated but they were the ones who entered my name into that ‘win a…’” you trailed off and he nodded. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, yeah. They knew how much I really wanted to meet you - and it’s so crazy saying this since you’re right here next to me - so they got together and bought me an entry.”

He was silent for a moment before he replied, “I see. They sound like great friends.”

You agreed enthusiastically. “They are the best friends I could ever ask for! I love them so much.”

Doyoung wondered briefly when was the last time he’d ever felt that way about any of his friends. Since he had become famous, the texts and calls got less and less frequent until they’d completely disappeared. He missed them desperately but he knew deep down, they were now unsalvageable friendships, torn apart by too much distance. These days, the only friends he got were ones he also shared a working relationship with such as his co-stars in the films and series he’d been a part of.

There was something about you, a certain infectious energy to you that he couldn’t quite pinpoint but it was warm, inviting. While others had aggressively bought entry tickets to the raffle, you had won entirely out of sheer, dumb luck. What were the chances? Doyoung made a mental note to thank god for this gift presented to him. Maybe sitting through the whole date wouldn’t be that bad.

When the limousine finally arrived at the restaurant, you were dumbstruck to find yourself staring up at a magnificent looking place, furnished with the prettiest and most elegant rose vines on its walls and pillars. Outside the restaurant, there was a huge stone fountain that looked as if it was carved out by the gods themselves based on how beautiful it was and accompanied with it, was a sprawling garden full of beautiful tropical flowers and trees.

Soft jazz music floated out onto the veranda as the hostess at the door greeted the two of you with a big smile, ushering the two of you into the place. Inside, the place looked even more upscale with its vintage, late 1940s furniture which despite its old fashioned look, did not look even the least bit drabby rather it gave the place a very sophisticated look.

There was a warm glow provided by the many candles lit on the tables, arranged and furnished with tiny olive wreaths and as someone who’d never had a meal in a place as fancy and expensive as such, you did not feel the least bit intimidated or uncomfortable. If anything, the place felt particularly homely as were the staff who shot you friendly smiles as you passed them. There were other couples, families all dining in the restaurant but there wasn’t a lot of talking, only the same smooth jazz music played by a band on the mini stage to the right of the room.

As the two of you took your seats, you picked up the menu, letting your eyes sweep over the words.

“Have you decided what you would like to order?” Doyoung asked and you looked up at him, only to get a smattering of butterflies in your stomach, so intense you almost gasped.

From the dim lighting to the soft, orangey glow of the candle between the two of you, his eyes looked like they held the fiery flames themself, the ember burning brightly in those dark depths. The shadow casted highlighted his sharp features, from his defined jawline to his cheekbones, forming a beautiful chiaroscuro on his face. You could feel your heart doing flips beneath your chest and somehow, it started getting harder to articulate actual words so you just sat there, staring at him mutely.

“Y/n?” He frowned.

“I-I… Um, I…”

“Are you okay?” His expression morphed into one of concern and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “How do you look that good so effortlessly?”

He blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“I… I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from. I-I just… You look even better in real life.” You mumbled under your breath, your face flaming at this point.

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking. If there was an award for cringiest fan ever, you’d win hands down.

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Doyoung tried not to let the smile he had on his face slip at your comment. He gripped tighter onto his menu, trying not to brood on the sense of disappointment that poked at him deep down.

Did you only like him for his appearance? Like everyone else?

“Maybe it’s just a genuine compliment,” a voice spoke softly at the back of his head but the dread that filled his heart made it difficult to put on a more natural smile than he was normally great at plastering on.

“Thank you,” he replied simply, wincing at the slight edge of his voice. Too much?

You inched back into your seat, looking deflated and a part of him wished he hadn’t been so cold or curt. The little pout as you stuck out your lower lip made you look even more adorable than you did before and he almost wanted to reach across to hold your hand but he held back.

That wouldn’t be professional behaviour.

“I don’t know what I’m going to get,” you said quietly, furrowing your brows as you chewed on your lower lip, assessing the menu. Doyoung tried not to let his gaze drift downwards.

“Really? I’ve seen stellar reviews for this place, we’re pretty spoiled for choice,” he flashed a grin, the ones he’d usually save for the cameras as he leaned in. He didn’t seem to notice the hitch in your breath as he did as he studied the menu with you.

“French bouillabaisse with a crispy baguette… What do you think?” He asked and you simply nodded dumbly, a blank look in your eyes. It occurred to him how close he’d leaned in as he found himself looking into your eyes and close enough to take a whiff of your perfume.

Jasmine. Subtle, gentle and sweet.

For a moment, he was stunned until a clatter of a fork nearby brought him back to reality and immediately, he withdrew, feeling embarrassed. As he did, it was as if a bubble had burst and you jolted slightly before looking up at him, eyes wide.

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could, a waiter appeared before your table, smiling warmly. “Good evening, my name is Jisung and I will be your server tonight. Are you guys ready to order?”

“Well, um, thank you” Doyoung cleared his throat which had suddenly seemed to close up on him. “I will have the uh, rock shrimp ravioli with truffle pasta and sautéed wild mushrooms.”

“Alright,” Jisung jotted down the order merrily before turning to you, “And for the lady?”

You stared at him like a deer in headlights. “I… I, um… I’ll just have the French bou… boey…”

“Bouillabaisse?” Jisung prompted, a serene smile still on his face.

“Y-Yeah…” you struggled to find the right words to say before mumbling, “... Sorry.”

“Can I get the two of you anything to drink?”

“We could try a Sauvignon Blanc-” Doyoung began about the same time as you said, “I think I’ll just have tap-”

The two of you looked at each other, unsure of what to say and uncomfortable at the awful timing. Thankfully, Jisung seemed to have been less than perturbed by the highly awkward exchange in front of him.

“Sorry miss, I’m afraid we don’t serve tap water here. We have only oxygenated water or sparkling. Would you like that? Or would you like to go ahead and order a Sauvignon Blanc, sir?”

Doyoung let his eyes linger at you for a moment before he turned to Jisung.

“I think we’ll just both have oxygenated water, thank you.”

“Coming right up.” With that, the two of you are left alone once again.

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For a hot minute, neither of you attempted to make conversation as an unsettling silence befell the table. You were staring intently at the cutlery and plates before you, too scared to look up for fear of making yet another blunder or seeing the look on Doyoung’s face which would no doubt be one of disgust or worse, sympathy.

What were you thinking in the first place with tap water?

“So, do you have any favourite foods?” He asked suddenly and you looked up sharply to see him looking at you with interest, his hands interlaced in front of him. Clearly, the silence had probably been too much for him and deep down, you were relieved that he’d started talking first because you probably never would have the courage to.

“Hm, I do like a lot of foods,” you started, “But I love cucumber sandwiches and chocolate cake.”

He quirked an eyebrow questioningly, “Cucumber sandwiches huh?”

“Yeah, have you ever had them?”

He smiled tightly, “Ah, I don’t really like cucumbers. I do like pickles though.”

“Oh, why’s that?” Your eyes widened as you moved in closer.

It was one thing to not like cucumbers but to hate them while liking pickles? Your interest was piqued.

Doyoung’s eyes followed your movement and his shoulders stiffened as he replied, “U-Um, I don’t know honestly. I just like them? The sourness, the tanginess and the crunch is what makes it really enjoyable to me.”

You nodded thoughtfully and for a moment, the two of you sat again in awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say exactly.

You could feel your heart racing as you toyed with your finger and as you took the chance to look around you, you couldn’t help but feel extremely out of place.

Everyone here looked as if they belonged, with their posh appearances and dignified ways unlike you. The clothes they wore looked like they’d cost an entire year of your salary from your part time job at the bookstore, with its expensive cutting and luxurious feel. The way they picked up their knife and fork felt like you were a peasant eating in a room full of royals. Even the way they talked made you feel uncomfortably distinguished from them and not in a good way.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you stared at your hands on your lap. Was it a mistake to come here after all?

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She’s uncomfortable.

Doyoung thought as he watched you fidget ever so slightly. He could see your eyes darting around the restaurant as you seemed to shrink deeper into your seat, your shoulders caving in. In a way, your demeanor reminded him of a terrified kitten. Even after the food had arrived, the conversation between the two of you was mostly small talk with a heavy air of awkwardness. You’d picked at your food, not out of pickiness but rather out of genuine wonderment. With each bite you took, you would chew slowly, frowning slightly but that frown would always disappear whenever the two of you made eye contact.

“How’s the food?” He asked as he sipped at his water.

You looked up as if surprised, knife and fork in hand, tearing apart the squid on your plate. You shot him a smile that seemed slightly forced.

“I-It’s delicious.”

Doyoung didn’t know why but seeing you like this confused him, a sense of guilt and mild annoyance at himself tugging at his heart.

Did he make a mistake choosing such an upscale restaurant like this one? Whenever he brought his dates to places like these, they all seemed to love it so why didn’t you?

“Let’s go somewhere else.” He blurted out and you looked at him with wide eyes. “What?”

As he took another sip of his wine, he looked over to the entrance of the restaurant where he could see a small crowd of paparazzi gathered outside, no doubt waiting for the two of you to get out. He grimaced before he caught sight of a back door at the back of the restaurant.

Perfect.

Signalling for the waiter, he hurriedly paid for the check before he gestured for you to get up.

“We’re leaving.”

“Wait, what? B-But why?”

“It’s clear neither of us really like it here, so there’s no point staying, is it? We’re going somewhere else, somewhere better.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere. Except here.”

Maybe he’d imagined it but when he saw the brief look of relief that flashed in your eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a sort of lightness in his heart and a smile began to form on his lips.

But then when he reached out to hold your hand, Doyoung felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. Then there was warmth, a sort of gentle, encompassing warmth that made his heart leap and as he saw the beam on your face, he could feel his face heating up.

“Right, um, let’s go.”

When the two of you made it through the back door and away from the prying paparazzi, he realised he hadn’t felt this carefree and reckless in a long time.

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The slight breeze in the air was tinged with just a touch of the scent of the salty seawater by the shore, a welcome from the stuffiness of the restaurant from earlier. Taking a deep breath, the both of you could hardly believe the sight that the two of you were greeted with.

The back door had opened to a glorious, secluded view of the night ocean, with the dark waters crashing gently in waves while the full moon and several sparkling stars hung in the navy sky. This was the quiet part of the beach that no one would have thought twice about in the morning but utterly transformed into a sort of breathtaking secret spot by the night.

Resonance beach was a sight to behold, yes but this was a different type of beauty it now possessed. In most stock photographs or pictures from travel pamphlets, the tourist destination was depicted as a sunny beach teeming with tourists, full of colour and summer fun. However, this was different.

In the moonlight, the golden sand seemed almost luminescent like individual grains of shiny, white gold. The sounds of the ocean waves gently crashing against the shore also gave a sort of calming aura to it and there was that strange feeling of being transported to another world entirely for this view and this vibe was so completely different to the glitz and glamour of the restaurant they had just escaped or the liveliness of a tourist destination.

It felt like walking into a universe with just the two of you through a magical backdoor. And the only reasonable thought that simultaneously crossed both of your minds was to run right towards it.

It felt like a sort of syncing of minds, an unspoken shared thought as you ran with Doyoung, his hand holding onto yours. Looking up, you could see that Doyoung was staring at something behind the two of you, his lips breaking into a wide grin that brought a certain lightness to his features. You turned back to see what he was looking at.You could see the paparazzi bursting through the backdoor, their expressions a mix of confusion and frustration as their eyes searched the area for the two of you, too preoccupied to even begin appreciating the beauty of the night view.

You felt a laugh begin to bubble up in your chest. There was something so lawless and liberating about this and as you did, you could sense Doyoung’s eyes on you. You shifted your gaze to meet his and it was like time stood still as the two of you locked eyes. For a moment, it felt like just the two of you existed in this world, running together endlessly but never feeling tired towards something that had something greater in store for the both of you.

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It wasn’t long before the two of you finally settled at a distant, secluded part of the beach. Here, it was quiet and serene, a perfect hideout far from prying eyes.

As the two of you tried to catch your breaths, Doyoung noticed that his shirt had become rumpled and wrinkled in the run and one of the buttons of his shirt had even dropped off in the process. A thin sheen of sweat covered his temple and brusquely, he ran a hand through his hair which was no longer as kempt as it was.

God, that felt great. But what about y/n? Is she alright?

Doyoung turned to you, with the question at the tip of his tongue but when his sights landed on you, it felt as if the wind had been knocked right out of him.

Under the silvery lighting, you seemed almost ethereal. The dress you were wearing was pressed against your frame as it flapped around your ankles in the night breeze, the blue almost glowing in the dimness. Your hair had come undone as well and the loose strands were framing your face in a way that only made you seem more enchanting than before. Your eyes reflected the starry night sky, sparkling with such brightness that Doyoung felt a tightening feeling in his chest.

“Doyoung?”

He blinked as he suddenly became aware of the sound of your voice calling out to him. Swallowing, he tried to ignore the manic pounding in his chest as he smiled shakily at you, trying to stay composed.

“You okay?”

You smiled and he felt his heart skip a beat, “Yeah, I just… I just need to catch some air.”

Once the two of you had come down from your runners’ high with a bottle of water each from a nearby vendor, the two of you settled on the shore near the water, both pairs of shoes placed a distance away as the both of you dipped your toes into the cold seawater.

“So why did you do this?” You asked while the two of you stared out into the ocean horizon.

“Do what?”

“This,” you gestured vaguely, “whole ‘win a date’ thing.”

Doyoung chuckled, feeling amused at your question yet strangely relieved, “I don’t seem like the type to do this?”

“Well… Yes,” you said but quickly added, a flustered look on your face, “It’s not a bad thing! It just… it doesn’t seem like your style to do stuff like that. I mean, I know you appreciate your fans but-”

He held up a hand, holding back a laugh. “Don’t worry, I get it.”

“You do?” You tilted your head, looking at him quizzically.

How cute.

“Yeah. My manager had to for-” he stopped himself, casting you a guilty look which you didn’t notice, “My manager signed me up for this before I even got the chance to know the details of this whole thing.”

“Why’s that?”

Doyoung hesitated for a second before the words came tumbling out of his mouth, “The company isn’t doing so well.”

He knew he wasn’t supposed to divulge this information but for some reasons, he felt comfortable enough that it just came out before he even knew it.

“Isn’t doing so well? What do you mean?” You asked, alarmed.

Doyoung stared out wistfully at the ocean, shaking his head. “The company’s doing poorly financially, which is why we had to do this. They needed to push me into the spotlight to keep the place afloat. They needed me to get… profits.” He spat out the last word like it left a disgusting taste in his mouth.

“I… I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine,” he said softly, “I didn’t expect you to. I’ve never really told anyone about it.”

“You’re more than just… profits,” you whispered and he smiled sadly. “I like to think that too. I know they try really hard and they have good intentions at heart but… but when they pull things like this on me, I can’t help but feel so… small. I’m grateful to them, they’ve made me into the person I am today but I can’t help but feel like I’m more object than I am human in their eyes… To everyone.”

There was a moment of silence before you said, “You’re not who you think you are. You are so much more than money, you’re not an object.”

Doyoung turned to you, eyes unreadable. “What am I then to you?”

You locked eyes with him, ignoring the knotting feeling in your stomach. You always were a nervous wreck in front of people, especially Kim Doyoung of all people but you knew you needed to say this.

“You are the most stunning…”

The faint smile on Doyoung’s face wavered ever so slightly, a tinge of disappointment stabbing at his heart.

It seemed as if he was nothing if not for his looks.

“You are the most stunningly talented person I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting. I know you may not believe it but I hope you know that fans like myself have always found you to be so much more than just Doyoung. Please don’t refer to yourself as… as just profits because that is not what you are. You are so unbelievably good at what you do and your fans have never once thought otherwise. We love you for you, for your personality and for your artistry.”

Doyoung stared at you, seemingly blank and at a loss of words when you leaned forward, locking eyes with him and your hands gingerly covering his own as the seawater lapped gently between your toes.

“You may not know it but your work has brought so much joy to the community. Your work isn’t simply work, it’s art. It’s meaningful, impactful. I hope I… I hope I don’t sound dramatic or over the top but… you are so, so much more than just an actor or an artist. You are you, Doyoung and that alone is what matters to all of us.”

For a moment, he didn’t reply. Under the moonlight, it was a little difficult to read his expression. The chiaroscuro reflected against his features shaded much of his face, only outlining the sharpness of certain features. Quickly, you felt yourself begin to clam up. You tore your gaze away from him, wishing the sand would just swallow you up whole.

“I… I’m sorry that was s-so cheesy, I-”

“No. Don’t apologise.”

You snapped your head up to look at him and felt your breath hitch. He’d moved out of the shadow and you could see now that there was such emotion in his eyes that you could feel your heart begin to clench. You’d seen this in countless of his dramas but none so raw like such. It felt almost… intimate. You couldn’t help but stare into them, transfixed and feeling the strong emotions bubble up within you as well.

Was that relief you saw in his eyes?

“Y/n, I-”

“There you are! You little rascal!”

The two of you turned, shocked. Taeil stood before the two of you, arms akimbo as he glared at Doyoung who scowled.

“How the hell did you find me?”

“I have my ways. I can’t believe you just ran away like that!”

“Well, I did so you best believe it.”

“Don’t get smart with me, mister.” At that moment, Taeil seemed to notice your presence, a look of surprise registering on his face before he covered it up with a warm smile. “Miss y/n?”

You nodded shyly, not noticing the look of irritation on Doyoung’s face.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Moon Taeil, Doyoung’s manager. Well, it’s pretty late. Why don’t Doyoung and I give you a lift back to your hotel?”

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The drive home was awkward to say the least and as the two of you sat side by side in the car, you wondered what Doyoung was about to say before he’d been interrupted by his manager. You watched as the beach town zoomed by you, a flurry of lights and people. It was difficult to strike up a conversation with Taeil talking throughout the drive and you couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Doyoung.

Turning slightly, you could see that he was looking out the window, his face an expression of serenity and grace. As if he could sense your gaze on him, Doyoung turned and you quickly looked away, your face burning up.

As the car sidled up in front of the hotel entrance, you were preparing to leave when Taeil hurriedly stepped out of the car.

“Bathroom!” He screeched at the perturbed doorman who he’d almost ran into.

As you prepared to leave, you felt Doyoung’s hand clasp around your wrist. Surprised, you looked up at him, puzzled yet not daring to move in front of your favourite actor.

Doyoung was silent for a moment before he said, “I… I’ll see you.”

For some reason, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. You smiled warmly, “I really hope we can meet again, Doyoung. Thank you for the wonderful evening.”

He nodded tightly, letting you go and just before you left - maybe you were just imagining things - you thought you detected a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

☀️-☀️-☀️

“What a waste!”

Alex’s shriek was so piercing that the rest of you had to cover your ears. Frowning, you rubbed at them.

“Please don’t scream, it’s hurting our eardrums.”

“How could I not?! You guys clearly had something going on. If it wasn’t for his manager cutting in, who knows how far the two of you would have gone! What a waste!”

“Don’t blow this out of proportion, it was a one time date. I doubt he even remembers me.”

Meeting Doyoung was an experience of a lifetime and though upset that it ended, you were also glad that it happened in the first place. At the end of the day, it was a date and nothing else as much as you wanted more. It had been about two weeks since the date and ever since coming back, it was safe to say that nothing much had changed. Perhaps, the only thing that really changed was Alex’s habit of screaming ‘what a waste’ whenever Doyoung appeared on television in the store’s breakroom. You really wish she’d stop doing that.

“You know, I agree with Alex. It’s definitely poor timing.” Renjun quipped before Alex interjected, “It’s not poor timing, it’s absolutely HORRIBLE timing. Jesus!”

“Look guys, I’d rather just enjoy the experience. There’s no point thinking what could have been and what couldn’t have. It was a great experience and I had fun, that’s really it,” you smiled, rolling your eyes. “This isn’t a kdrama.”

“Y/n’s right. Y’all drama queens gotta tone it down a notch,” Dana said.

“Ugh, you guys are no fun. I would have dove at the chance,” Alex sighed, slumping against her chair which elicited a giggle from you.

“Why are you more piffed than I am? That doesn’t make sense.”

“It’s because you lost a chance that was just right under your nose!”

Just then, the faint tinkling sound from the entrance of the bookstore signalled the arrival of yet another customer. “I’ll get that,” Renjun said, leaving the three of you.

“How much do you guys want to bet that it’s Mrs Conwell down the street again with her weekly erotica dose?” Alex asked, a look of mischief on her face.

Just then, Renjun appeared, looking properly flustered with an excitable look on his face, like he could barely contain his glee. His chest was heaving like he’d ran a marathon and the words that came out of his mouth were jumbled.

“I-I-! You... guys… You…. Y/n!”

You looked at him, eyes wide. “What happened, Renjun?”

“You’re… You’re needed outside.”

“Me?” You thought, confused. Why on earth-

You dropped the book that you had been scanning, your eyes as wide as saucers and your jaw almost touching the ground. How? Why? What?

Doyoung stood before you, clad in a striped blue and white dress shirt and jeans, seemingly looking around the store in wonderment. The sight of him triggered memories of the date though the actual reality of him being in the store was enough to almost knock you off your feet. It felt almost surreal to see him again and you almost had to pinch yourself.

At the sound of the book clattering to the ground, he turned, smiling once he’d found you.

“Y/n!”

“H-How did you- I… What?”

At your reaction, Doyoung shifted awkwardly at his feet as he scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry, is this too sudden?”

“Um… Yes?!” You blurted out, covering your mouth in mortification as he chuckled, “I figured so, I hope you don’t mind though?” You shook your head vigorously, feeling your legs beginning to turn to jelly at the surrealness of the whole situation. Here he was again, Kim Doyoung, standing before you except this time, it wasn’t a date you’d won or anything.

He had come out of his own accord.

Behind you, a shrill scream followed and you didn’t even have to turn to know who it was.

“Oh my god!” Alex screamed, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness at the sight of the actor in the tiny store and even Dana couldn’t stop gaping.

“Why are you here?” You asked Doyoung. There were so many questions flying around in your mind and you couldn’t think of which to even ask first.

“After that night we spent at resonance beach, there was something that had been lingering on my mind. Something I’d wanted to ask. Remember that moment right before Taeil jumped in?”

You could feel in your gut that something great was stirring but you whispered, “Yeah?”

“I was wondering… If I could ask you on another date. Just the two of us, no managers, no paparazzi this time. What do you say?”

“Of course, she’ll go!” Alex cried before you could even answer and the both of you chuckled, leaning into each other as you did.

“Well, your friend has certainly spoken. But what do you think?”

You looked up at Doyoung, eyes sparkling.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll go on a date with you, Kim Doyoung.”

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Country Side Vacation (2/2)

Rating: R (AO3: E)

A.C.E Junhee x Reader x A.C.E Donghun

Word count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, romance

CW: smut, mentions of overstimulation, threesome, friends with benefits, a bit of unnamed ex bashing xD

Request: Ok so this is random and it just came to me and I just thought I need it from you bc you’re the only one I know who wrote Poly- So basically can I request something where it’s like you and all of ace are friends and there’s a water fight or whatever that you walk in on and coincidentally you’re wearing a white shirt and it becomes see through but you don’t realise and join the water fight and then ace get flustered and it’s just a nerve war and teasing back and forth and some spice and ty ❤️

Splash. The cold water brought you forcefully back to the present, to Junhee’s parent’s yard and the water gun fight that had escalated while you had been daydreaming.

There was a sudden silence as the five guys looked at you in shock. Sehyoon had not moved from the spot where he had swung the contents of the bucket at you. Chan who had been the intended recipient apologized.

“Oh no! I’m sorry!”

Junhee ran up to you but tripped and stumbled on the way.

“I guess Sehyoon thought you needed a shower.”

Donghun’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Oh, ha. Ha.”

You felt annoyed because of his taunt. It should not aggravate you as much as it did. Yes this was why you had never made a move on him. He had a cruel streak to him. An ability to put the finger where it hurt most.

“I will get you a change of clothes. Come!”

Junhee had composed himself, buttoned up his shirt halfway, which made it look even more inviting to take it off and gestured towards the house.

Inside it was cooler and you shivered. Junhee led you up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. There were not a lot of personal items here so you guessed this was a guest room. He opened the closet door and rummaged for something you could wear.

“Here.”

In his outstretched hand were a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Both look too big for you. Were you imagining it or was he a bit nervous?

Something soft and heavy landed on your head. You flinched.

“You will need one of these.”

Donghun’s hands rubbed the towel over your wet hair as Junhee watched, biting his lip.

“You really need to get out that shirt.”

The low whisper made a shiver run down your spine. He wants me to take off my clothes? An arm wrapped around your middle and you suppressed a gasp.

“It’s almost transparent after all. Now what do we do when the others see you.”

You were stunned. All thoughts had vacated your mind. There was only the heat of Donghun’s hand on you and the soft towel on your head. Was that his breath on your neck?

“Hyung.”

Junhee was still there. How you could have forgotten he was in the room was beyond you. The buttons on his shirt were not properly buttoned and your fingers itched to align them as intended. Junhee and Donghun looked at each other.

“I will leave you two alone.”

Donghun’s hand disappeared and he left through the open door. You were sure your face looked like a tomato and you felt a bit bad that Junhee had witnessed it. Even though you were not exclusive by any means, or even a couple, it felt like something you should be sorry about.

Trying to pretend like nothing happened, you took off your shirt. Getting naked in front of Junhee seemed normal at this point. He had seen you clothless many times, there was no point in getting nervous now.

You loved the fabric of the shirt. It was faded blue and very soft from frequent washing.

“So what do you think?”

The clothes were not very stylish or sexy but you could not have guessed by Junhee’s expression. A blush had crept onto his face and he swallowed audibly before answering.

“It suits you.”

An old pair of shorts and a wash out tee suits me? What an odd thing to say. He looked away trying to find anything else to focus on.

“Let’s go down stairs before they break anything.”

Downstairs you found Donghun and Yuchan sitting in the shade under a tree in the garden.

“Where are the other two?”

“Getting some food. For lunch.”

For the evening Junhee’s parents had left a feast to be prepared on the grill. They had marinated meat and filled the fridge with side dishes. You were sure that you were going to explode from the amount of food you would eat later.

A huff came from Junhee.

“More like they wanna have some alone time.”

“Oh Junhee, leave them be. At least that way they don’t sneak around here.”

Donghun did not give any indication that the situation upstairs had happened. Why had he done that?

Indeed Byeongkwan and Sehyoon returned an hour later with food from the convenient store that was 5 minutes away. Judging from the faraway look on Sehyoon’s face, Junhee had probably been right about their alone time.

By the time you had eaten, it was time to start preparing dinner.

“That’s how it’s supposed to be on holiday. You just eat and sleep.”

Chan grinned and sat the bag of coals next to the grill.

“Can you do this?”

Junhee asked and gestured at the bag. He did not trust any of the guys to do it and not burn down his parents house.

“Sure.”

Coal was not your favorite but you started the fire and watched the black glaze over white. Chan sat the container with the meat down next to the grill.

“You look like a miner.”

Donghun rubbed something off your face with a disapproving frown. You had smeared coal dust all over.

“Don’t.”

You swatted his hand away. _I know I’m dirty. No need to feel superior. _

“That looks perfect.”

Junhee beamed at you after looking at the white coals in the grill. That smile could melt ice and stop wars.

“I knew I could trust you with this.”

He handed you a can of beer.

The food was delicious and you ate too much. The sun was beginning to set and it was cooler now. The leftovers compelled you to take another bit and you gave in.

You picked up a spoonful of rice and sauce. Unfortunately halfway to your mouth you got distracted and felt the impact on your shirt. You looked down and saw a chili red stain on your chest.

“Look at you, so clumsy.”

Donghun whispered next to you. Your lips trembled. Why is he picking on me so much? You shot up and stormed into the house.

_I know I’m ugly and clumsy. No need to point it out every second. _

Junhee caught your arm on the stairs. You had not even heard him calling out your name.

“Hey. Is everything alright?”

HIs brows were furrowed and his hand had tightly onto your arm as if you were at flight risk.

“I just…Donghun…”

He took two steps up which put you on the same step.

“Let’s go to my room.”

His room turned out to be the one you had been in earlier and where you had gotten the clothes.

“What is with Donghun?”

You sighed.

“He is always saying these hurtful things to me…”

Junhee studied your face and you looked away. The double bed was made which seemed surprising to you. On the other hand you had never been to Junhee’s apartment and night had he ever spent the night at your place. He had always left.

“You think his comments are hurtful?”

What a weird question. He is always making fun of me. Does Junhee not see it the same way. He stepped a bit closer and his hands came up to your shoulders.

“Is it possible that you are a bit sensitive?”

Your first instinct was to deny that you were being “sensitive” but Junhee did not seem to agree with your point of view.

“Do you… maybe… like Donghun?”

The question came seemingly out of the blue, but it made you feel even more defensive.

“No.”

It had come out too fast to be convincing and sounded more like the opposite. Which, of course, was the case. Donghun had his good moments when he was not being a brutally honest sadistic jerk. Junhee for his part was pretty naive but even he could tell you were lying. You sighed.

“I like him, okay? It’s just…. He is so… he can be… ehmm… too much. He can be kinda brutal in what he says.”

“Because you care what he thinks of you and it hurts when he is making fun of you.”

Sometimes you forgot the Junhee was good at picking up social things. He could read your mind. Or so it seemed at times.

“Yes.”

You felt like a puncture balloon, slowly deflating. It had been on your mind for such a long time that it felt odd to have said it to someone. The fact that someone else knew made your feelings more real.

“Maybe you should do something about that.”

His thumbs drew slow circles on your shoulders. Junhee was so supportive it made you emotional. Such a good soul. Never leave me.

“Junhee…”

Arms wrapped around you and next thing you knew your nose was buried in the nape of his neck. He held you tight.

“You can do it.”

His smell was familiar and immediately, unconsciously relaxed you. It was the smell of cuddling, movie nights and good times.

“I believe in you.”

Don’t make me cry, Junhee. You hugged him tighter. He kissed on top of your head and rocked you from side to side.

“Let’s go back. You can get him alone later.”

You nodded. Even though you wanted to stay in his arms you let go.

When you left the room, your heart jumped while Junhee literally jumped. There was a figure standing in the hallway next to the door.

“Hyung! You scared the living shit out of me!”

Junhee whined at Donghun. You on the other hand were more concerned with how long he had been there and, more importantly, how much he had heard.

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be.”

Junhee pouted but Donghun was not looking at him.

“I’m sorry my teasing hurt you.”

He looked down and wrung his hands.

“I actually like you a lot.”

This was not how you expected this evening to go. You were speechless.

“Donghun…”

“Sorry for eavesdropping, too”

So he had heard. Oh this is not good. What do I do?

“Can I make it up to you somehow?”

He met your eyes and smiled sweetly. It seemed like he was sincere in feeling sorry about hurting you and your heart felt warm. A warm fuzzy feeling radiated from it through your body.

“Maybe you can make her feel good?”

Junhee suggested suggestively. You turned around to look at him in shock. If someone had asked you before, if Junhee would ever suggest to someone else to fuck you, you would have said no. He had always seemed attached to you and you always thought he wanted you to himself.

“Would you… like that?”

Donghun got your attention back with his question. Would I?

“…yes.”

Your answer was quiet and breathless. Donghun looked stunning, you noted. The sleeveless shirt showed off his arms and his long hair was untied now.

“Good. Have fun.”

Junhee passed you and was almost to the stair when Donghun said: “Wait.”

Junhee stopped with his hand on the railing.

“Do you want to stay?”

He looked very confused at this question. Donghun studied your face and added:

“I think she would like that, am I right?”

It was true. Junhee felt safe and if there was a way for him to stay, you would love that. You nodded.

“If that’s okay with you, both of you, then yes I would love that.”

Your face was on fire but you had gotten that out surprisingly confidently. Junhee thought for a moment while you tried hard not to let your nervousness show.

“Okay.”

He came back and three of you entered the room you had left before. Donghun closed the door and pushed you and Junhee against it. Junhee’s back was pressed to the door, you to his chest and Donghun was behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck, hot against your cool skin, and then his lips made contact. They moved down to the nape of your neck and you gasped. Junhee, who had been taken aback, started to move too. He cupped your face and brought your lips together. It felt like coming home after a hard day. Your hands dug into the fabric of his shirt. It was thin, too thin to keep the heat of his body from escaping. Junhee was an amazing kisser, but the way his thumb brushed over your face made your heart flutter even harder. It was so tender.

When Donghun switched to the other side of your neck you sighed into the kiss, starting to feel wound up. Being sandwiched between these two guys was hot, figuratively and literally. Donghun pulled away and you seized the opportunity to get some air. Junhee’s lips were redder than before, slightly swollen. It suited him well.

You turned around and grabbed Donghun’s shirt. He let himself be pulled in, as you leaned back so Junhee was still pressed against the door. Donghun’s lips were full and warm. The kiss started a bit more tentative but he got bolder fast. You revelled in the feeling of Donghun’s tongue in your mouth and the little gasps Junhee made, when you ground your ass against his hips. It was always lovely to hear him, to the point where you suspected a little kink coming in.

Donghun pulled away when it started to get interesting.

“I think Junhee really wants to take your clothes off.”

A wicked smile appeared on Donghun’s face. You looked over your shoulder at a very flushed Junhee.

“Now that you mention it, he has been very weird since it put them on…”

He bit his lip and avoided your eyes. His shirt was asking to be unbuttoned. You ran your hands up, over his chest to his shoulders.

“Tell me.”

“You’re wearing my clothes. It’s so hot.”

There was fire burning in his eyes as he said that. You had never worn his clothes before and the thought had never crossed your mind either. Now however you felt your face burn. You agreed, it was hot.

Junhee’s hands flew to your hips and began moving up. The palms of his hands ran over your sides as he pushed the shirt up and over your head. A kiss followed, but he cut it short and spun you around.

“Take his shirt off.”

You huffed but did as he wished. Donghun was slightly more built than Junhee and your hands flew to his chest as if it was magnetic. He watched your face as you ran your hands off his hot skin. Being shirtless was the optimal way to get as much of your skin against his. You wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed his neck. He even let his head sink to the other side to give you better access. Donghun was undeniably worked up as evident by how hard he was against you.

“Tell me, how do you want to go about this?”

They had both lost their clothes and you did not know where to look. Junhee was the most gorgeous person in every room he had ever entered and Donghun with his longer hair and piercings was positively breathtaking.

“I mean don’t think we have time for …ehm I don’t know if you like it..”

“In the butt?”

You offered flatly. Poor Junhee it’s not easy for him too, today.

“Maybe Donghun can fuck me and I will take you to my mouth?”

It sounded obscene to say out loud and your face had not stopped burning since this started.

“Fine with me. Junhee?”

He only nodded with a tense face. You got on the bed deciding doggy style was the way to go today.

“Do you have condoms?”

“Yes.”

Junhee opened his suitcase and rummaged inside. Donghun used the time to run his hand down your back to your ass and give it a squeeze. His fingers came down to your clit and he circled it. A sigh escaped you and you let your head sink to the mattress as he continued to rub it. One finger entered you, curled up inside and left too soon.

“Here.”

Junhee sat on the bed by your head. He patted your hair and you came back up to your hands.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, start already,” you whined.

He did not waste any more time and pushed in. You moaned at the wonderful feeling of being filled. This whole day had put you on edge and now it was finally paying off.

“You feel so good Hunnie. Don’t stop.”

His rhythm faltered when you said that. I hit a nerve, haven’t I?

“Fuck me harder, Hunnie.”

He grunted disapprovingly but his thrusts came harder now. You did not know if it was the nickname or something else that he liked. Junhee sat on the bed watching with an uncomfortable looking erection. It was hard to hold yourself up on one hand, so you got down on your elbow and used your other hand to stroke Junhee. He closed his eyes and bit his lips, so he did not see it coming when you took him into your mouth. His hips jerked and it took everything from him not to thrust up.

Donghun had slipped out when you had moved forward without warning. He ran his tip down to your swollen clit and back up, circling your entrance just to make you go insane.

Unfortunately you could not say anything about that because you were busy with Junhee. When he finally pushed back in, it was with a pace that was neither fast nor slow, but made up for it with force. You moaned and had to get your mouth off Junhee who was breathing very controlled. That, you had seen before. He was closed but did not want to come yet.

“Junhee, let me hear you, please.”

The control he had on his breathing broke and he moaned as stroked him. You clenched around Donghun at the sound, breathy and beautiful.

“Oh, Junhee, so good, so gorgeous, don’t stop.”

He shuddered at the praise and moaned again, louder this time. The sound almost pushed you over the edge. Almost.

You rested your head on his thigh and watched as he calmed down.

Donghun leaned forward and his breath tickled your neck.

“Do you want to turn around?”

“Sounds good.”

While the doggy style had been enjoyable, it was also unlikely for you to come in it. Donghun’s face was tense and his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, when he entered you again. This time you were on your back and wrapped your legs around his hips. He let you control the pace and settled for kissing your chest. His tongue ran over your nipple and you flexed your inner muscles for more friction. You were so close now, your fingers tangled in his hair and legs guiding him into the perfect pace. His moan came so unexpectedly. He had been very quiet before but now his wonderful voice came out. You came to his moan in your ear.

A few erratic thrusts later he collapsed on top of you.

Epilogue

Chan had his arms crossed and glared as you exited the house into the garden. A sour expression on his face. He sat completely alone in front of a dwindling camp fire.

“Seriously?”

He pouted but instead of funny it looked hurt.

“Everyone is off, having sex and I’m here alone.”

“Chanie..”

He looked away sulkily as Donghun tried to contain the damage.

“Maybe.”

You sat down on his lap which caught him by surprise.

“Maybe next time you say something beforehand.”

His hair was beautifully soft and twisted a finger in it. Mouth wide open he could not say a word.

A/N: I hope you liked it anon :))

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