Please Write 6, 15 And 22 Prompts With Doyoung

Please write 6, 15 and 22 prompts with Doyoung 😭

[𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟑𝐀𝐌] — bad boy!doyoung x reader

1.3k words, meet cute jail cell edition lmao, cursing, unrealistic situation (cries)

a/n: tbh i was so stumped by this prompt, but i'm actually kinda pleased w how it turned out :D

You never thought you would ever finally meet your school's ice prince Kim Doyoung while in a jail cell. It was cold, really, and when you had been taken into custody, you hadn't gotten the chance to grab the jacket from your car. Then again, you had little chance to do anything when they had up and cuffed you as if you being there at the wrong place and the wrong time was the evidence that you were the one who set fire to the front office building. 

No, you had an idea of who it had been. And he had just been shoved into your cell with you. (It was a small town with a small station. You were just realizing how small it was.)

"Don't go conspiring, you two," mocked the officer, before walking away, ring of keys spinning around his index finger. 

Doyoung had a jacket. 

It was that cursed black bomber jacket that half the girls in your class always dreamed about wearing around their shoulders. They always fantasized about him claiming them with that jacket. You always scoffed at the idea. They all had the money to buy the same exact jacket, but always lacked the brains to think about buying it. 

Doyoung let out a brusque sigh, raking a hand through his dark hair. He leaned against the front wall of the cell and now faced you, who sat on the edge of one of the two cots. "Hey."

You didn't say anything. You were here because of him, after all. 

He must have read your mind or something, because he said, "I know what you're thinking—"

"Oh, do you now?"

The man rolled his eyes, hard. You hoped it made his head hurt. "Mature, Yn. Very mature."

You almost started. How did he know your name?

"Yes, Yn. I know your name."

Was he reading your mind?!

"No, your face is just very readable." He sent you a thin smile. "I am fully convinced you never graduated Kindergarten now. Are you always like this to people you just meet?"

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "Fuck off. I have every right since I'm in this damn place because of you." You didn't even have an alibi to get yourself out, or bail money. You were literally stuck here. Your idiotic older sister wouldn't even care you were in here either. Full on screwed, was what you were. 

Doyoung held out his hands as if placating a wild animal. "Yn, I swear to god I didn't set the office on fire. For once, I'm not the bad guy here." 

The two of you held and maintained a tense eye contact from across the cell from one another. Doyoung was always causing some sort of trouble with his friends. He wasn't labeled as a bad boy, per se. Rather, people dubbed him an ice prince for lacking empathy or compassion for anyone or anything outside his inner circle. You'd seen the wreckage he had made of the chem lab or the mess this freshman's bike became after Doyoung had raged through the bike racks after school. You despised him for being so—cruel. 

You had your fair share of trouble, but you liked to think it was because you were misunderstood. Yes, spray painting your art onto alley walls was a misunderstanding, clearly. But you would never go as far as arson. Fire was cool, but not that cool. (No pun intended.)

He breathed out again. "Someone's trying to frame us." He paused, reconsidering, "Well, someone's trying to frame me. You're just the poor sap who got sucked into this."

You deadpanned. Did you have to share a cell with this idiot? "Thanks. That makes me feel so much better."

"I didn't mean it like that," he stammered. "Yn, I'm just trying to put it how it is." Doyoung pushed off the cell wall and began walking across the cell toward you, and there was a sudden and very real spike of anxiety in your chest. 

"Don't come near me."

At your words, Doyoung immediately stopped.

You cleared your throat, adding, "Take another step, and I can't be held responsible for my next actions."

Instead of backing up as you intended for him to react, he instead cocked his head at you. A sly sort of smile slipped onto his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. "And what might that action be, love?"

It suddenly occurred to you that the idiot was you at this moment. Your heart rate leapt. "No—no, that is not what I meant! I meant that I'd kick you in the balls or something if you came any closer!" You tried amending your words, but the damage had been done and your face was as hot as the flames that had devoured the office building. 

Doyoung grinned, and you had the sudden thought that it looked like a bunny. He chuckled. "Sure. Okay, I believe you."

"It's true!" You stammered. 

"Mhm," he hummed, sitting down on the edge of the other cot. "I said I believed you, didn't I?"

You scowled, and in a desperate attempt to save your dignity, you said, "Look, I'm this close to actually giving you a shiner, dude. I can't even go home because of you, and now this is on my record, and—"

Doyoung's eyebrows furrowed. "Wait, wait. Why can't you go home? You did call someone to bail you out, right?"

You scoffed. "Yes, because my older sister cares so much about me that she would interrupt her beauty sleep at midnight to come bail me out for alleged arson." You shook your head, bitterness rising in your chest. "I don't have the luxury."

Another tense silence fell over your shared cell as Doyoung considered you. You couldn't meet his gaze; you hated the pity in his eyes that was so uncharacteristic of him, but somehow fit his pretty, dark eyes so well. His face was built to express, but something prevented him from being emotional all the time. 

It was maybe a couple moments later that Doyoung broke the silence. He scratched the back of his neck. "For what it's worth," he murmured softly, "I'm sorry you got roped into this, Yn."

You swallowed. "It's okay."

He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but the officer from before was coming back with the ring of keys jingling from his fingers. "Looks like you're going home, Kim." He yanked the cell door open, and Doyoung stood up to exit. 

You tried not to be bitter. Or to feel sad about the prospect of being abandoned again. 

Doyoung glanced back over his shoulder at you. "Hang in there, Yn." He followed the officer back down the hallway, away from you and your sight. 

So… you were alone now, huh?

With a sigh, you settled onto the cot and curled in on yourself in an attempt to get comfortable and to stay warm. No jacket, no company, no sympathy. At least you wouldn't have to go to school tomorrow—

"Aw, love, you look so cute like that." The cell door was yanked open and you shot upward. Doyoung grinned at you from beside the officer. He beckoned you out with a wide grin. "Come on; let's get you out of there."

You blinked. Were you still asleep?

"No, you're not still asleep."

You glared, standing up and walking toward him. "What the hell are you doing back here?"

Doyoung ruffled your hair with his hand and you whacked it away with what you thought was a frown, but looked more like a pout. Man, did you always look this adorable? He couldn't understand why he was seeing you differently. Maybe there was something wrong with that jail cell. "I got my friend to bail you out, too. We'll give you a ride home."

When you balked a little, Doyoung examined your face, and suddenly understood. "Or you can crash at my place. You can be cute and curl up with me." He wagged his eyebrows at you, and you couldn't help but think how this was probably the most emotion anyone outside his inner circle had ever seen from him. 

You rolled your eyes, punching him in the bicep. (Shit, he had buff arms—) "Fuck off, Doyoung."

He grinned, though its edges were softer. "You first."

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮

▷ jjh x reader

▷ 0.5k words, inspired by the platters' only you

a/n: yeah so,,, had to indulge my jaehyun heart a little and i was just feeling this song 🤧😔 (couldn't wait until the jaehyun taylor swift au lmfaoo)

Oooonly yooouuu~ The sweet, deep voice crooned after the guitar, a stark contrast to the weeping that had once filled the apartment.

You whirled around, a stupid grin slapped on your face as you laughed through the tears cascading down the slopes of your cheeks. "You're so—you're so stupid."

Jeong Jaehyun smiled, his dimple deeply indented into his soft cheek. "Stupidly good," he corrected you as he made his way from the vinyl record player and to the couch. You had made yourself into a little cocoon of blankets and snotted tissue paper within the thirty minutes you had arrived home, stood up from your Valentine's date, having called Jaehyun on the way. 

To be completely honest, Jae was pissed that some idiot guy had stood you up, today of all days. He had happily excused himself from his own half-hearted date (a date he only accepted because you were going out) to come home to comfort you. He found you, wallowing in your own despair, all alone. And so he came in and quietly put the record on. 

Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you, blankets and used tissues and all, in greeting. "Hi, darling. How're you doing?"

You sniffled and wondered how he could stand the disgusting amount of snot that you were blowing into your tissue. "Okay," you replied quietly, voice hoarse from the sad amount of bawling you just did while he wasn't here. You thought it was stupid, how much you cried over the bozo who stood you up. "I look… like shit," you laughed, grimacing at the trash littered around you. 

"Your date was shit," he muttered back, suppressing the pure annoyance in his tone. "Why are you moping over him anyway?"

You looked at him, a silent question asking what else you were supposed to do. You had gotten all dolled up, only to get stood up. All of that makeup was gone, that pretty, red dress tossed into the back of your closet. 

(Jaehyun thought you looked good in everything, but the sweats you had on now were making his heart do a few cartwheels, actually.)

Jaehyun made a noise of indignation. "Tsk, no more of this." He suddenly stood, digging into your blankets to grab your hands and haul you up from the couch. 

"Jae—" 

"No," he refused, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you do this to yourself, Yn." He held both of your hands and smiled. (You could have died on the spot from the smile he gave you.) "Dance with me."

With only a little balking, you let him guide you in a gentle sway with your arms hung around his neck and his arms looped around your waist. He tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. 

Then he began to sing. 

"You are my… destiny," he hummed softly, making butterflies soar in your stomach. "When you hold my hand, I understand—"

Every high note reached to tonal perfection, in the specific kind of soft perfection that Jaehyun was.

"—the magic that… you do." 

Jaehyun pulled back for the next line, eyes gazing into yours so deeply you might drown. Sincerity was so stark in his dark irises; every word he sang came from the depths of his heart. "You're my dream come true. My one… and only you."

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𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬

agent!yoon jeonghan x agent!gn!reader

0.7k words; when a mission goes wrong, jeonghan tries to distract himself you by talking about a wedding; mentions of blood/a knife wound/poison, cursing

Yoon Jeonghan thought he was going to throw up, cry, or both; and he wasn't even the one dying. 

"This was not what I thought when I wanted to carry you over the threshold," he mused nervously, angling your body so as to not hit the door frame as he carried you into the safe house. There was a team of paramedics already awaiting your arrival, setting up a clean space to work as well as their medical equipment.

In his arms, your limbs were limp and perspiration dribbled down the sides of your face. You had one hand pressed firmly to your side, preventing even more blood from seeping out of your body—your life force slowly drifting. You managed a weak smile up at Jeonghan's carefully calm face. "You wanted—to get married?" You panted, wincing as you added additional pressure to the wound. 

It had been a mission gone wrong, and in an effort to save Jeonghan, you had stepped in the arc of a poisoned blade. Jeonghan had seen you crumple before him, then his vision had gone red with absolute rage. Now? He was panicking. Yoon Jeonghan did not panic. 

"To you? Fuck yes." He couldn't believe he was talking about this while you were dying in his arms. "Hurry! They're dying for fuck's sake!" He barked at the present medical staff. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and his eyes darted frantically between the staff and your face. 

"Stay with me, dove," he murmured to you when he saw your eyelids drooping. His vision was blurring slightly, tears pooling in his eyes.

You sucked in a breath and tried to focus on his face, and not the vice-like grip the poison had on your heart. "Well, what's it like? Our wedding?"

Jeonghan gulped. His eyes closed briefly, trying to remain calm enough to tell you what he had envisioned for nights while the two of you were undercover together. "You'd look perfect, as always. This extravagant garment, bouquet of callas and just… pearls."

"Pearls?" You hummed, trying to imagine it yourself. 

He smiled down at you, nodding. Anyone could see the love that shined so deeply in his eyes whenever he looked at you. "Mhm. I was thinking of a pearl engagement ring with diamonds around it. What do you think?"

"Huh," you coughed, groaning when you irritated the wound further. You reigned it all in though when seeing worry flash over his features. "Not—bad. What else?"

Jeonghan's eyes flickered back to the medical staff, who motioned for him to set you down on the bed. He did so, carefully, but swiftly. Finally. One of them murmured for him to continue to distract you and keep you awake for them. He could do that. He could definitely do that.

He knelt down beside your head, so you would face away from the doctors working on your injury. There was… so much blood. Jeonghan swallowed. "It'd be a small thing," he told you, "nothing big. Our families, friends from the academy, that sort of thing. We'd have a live orchestra during the ceremony and a band for the reception."

Hand smoothing over the dampened hair against your forehead, Jeonghan hoped you couldn't feel him shaking. "I was thinking a pagoda over a beach cliff. Something stupidly romantic like that."

"That is stupidly romantic," you rasped, agreeing. You bit your lip, feeling something sting sharply at your injury and twist. 

Jeonghan grabbed your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you needed. "I thought so. And we'd have handwritten vows, of course. Cheol would probably be your Man of Honor."

"You're not wrong." You would have joked about calling him your Maid of Honor instead if you had the strength. 

"And when you walked down the aisle—fuck, I'd probably cry." A tear slipped down the slope of his cheek and you wished you could lift yourself up and kiss it away. 

"Hannie?" Your voice was tight from trying to keep the pain in. Whatever the hell those doctors were doing, you could definitely feel it. 

He nodded, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. "Mhm?"

"Can we get married after this?"

Jeonghan smiled, genuinely this time, and you saw the light return to his eyes if only for a split second. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. "God yes—I never thought you'd ask."

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duckie!! you have so many amazing fics, but my top faves for sure are your nomin twilight aus & jeonghan’s wedding plans !!

could and would re-read them any day!!! ^3^

ahh yup the twilight aus heh 🤧😅 i'm glad u liked them tho !! i hope one day i'll figure out how to continue the saga (maybe once i actually finish all of the movies lol)

and jsjdjsk i'm so happy u liked "wedding plans"! that one was one of my favorites to write hehe ^_^ it makes me 🥰 seeing people enjoy it (it's also apart of a greater idea i have ?? dunno if i'll go thru w it tho lol)

[1:09 am]

“are you sure you’re not cold?”

renjun’s concerned voice cuts through the silence of the night—a small cloud bursting past his lips.

your smile seems to calm his nerves, the tight squeeze you give his hand eases the wrinkle between his brows, “i’m fine, ren.”

he nods, pulling your hand into his jacket pocket nonetheless. you had refused his jacket knowing how sensitive your boyfriend was, but that only worried him a little more.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his whisper brushes against your ear—it was almost inaudible, but you heard him.

“babe… that’s a street lamp.”

[2:28 pm]

“did someone say something to you?”

jisung was fuming. he knew you like you were the back of his hand—seeing you at the level upset as you were only infuriated him even more.

“no, no. i’ll be fine, ‘sung.” you try your best to smile at him even through the tears blurring your vision.

your boyfriend sighs, tugging you towards him as a soft sob escapes your lips.

“shh. i’m here, baby. cry it all out.”