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kim doyoung x reader wc - 8.7k genre - very slow burn, frenemy to lovers (light banter), coworkers!au, roomates!au warnings - a small kiss scene

You and Doyoung coexist in two specific ways: cohabitation and as coworkers. However, your friendship, if you can call it that, is far from besties and more on being cordial with one another. Nonetheless, in this dreary corporate world, he is the only one who just gets you and despite his coldness, he feels the same about you.

Doyoung annoyingly types on his keyboard in the cubicle next to you, completely disrupting your concentration and general workflow. Groaning, you hope that it was enough to signify how irritated you were. However, instead of the obnoxious typing coming to a halt, it intensifies tenfold and catches the attention of everyone else who sits on this floor.

Embarrassment washes over your body as you forcibly stand up and peer over the short wall that divides both of your desks. “Knock it off.” You gently smack the back of Doyoung’s head and he winces forward, looking up at you immediately with a glare.

“I’m seriously going to report you to HR one day.” He whispers, his threat just barely sounds legitimate. Doyoung is the greatest at bluffing and empty threats. 

“Well today won’t be the day. You’re typing so loud that it could be a noise complaint.” Rolling your eyes, you drop back down into your seat. Smoothly swiveling your chair back to the intimidating project blown full screen on your monitor, you dread every minute of being here. Your day is full of reports, documentations, and boring project meetings. 

You’ll have small talk about the weather in the break room over some watered down coffee made by a machine and happy hours on random days of the week at the nearby upscale restaurant.

You’ll run into someone from another department on the elevators and feel awkward for several floors until one of you finally gets out. Hiding in the bathroom is the only escape from the depressing gray carpet and fluorescent indoor lighting. 

“You could make this a more enjoyable workplace if you didn’t sigh every three minutes.” Doyoung walks around to your cubicle, crossing his arms like the prick he always is.

“I’m sighing because you keep typing for all of the world to hear you.” You turn in your chair, facing him once again with your lips in a line. “Get out of my space.”

“I’m not in your space.” You watch as he slyly backs up from the wall, the tips of his shoes barely skimming the invisible line that crosses into your cubicle. “What is the bad mood for today?” Doyoung raises an eyebrow.

You despise when someone points out your attitude, it just feels completely unnecessary to bring up in conversation. However, you are normally less mean to him and Doyoung was a sensitive individual. “Rough start this morning, my bread got jammed in the toaster and flat tire on my way to work.”

“This is why I tell you to use the oven and to carpool with me. The carbon footprint we could minimize by just using one car is astronomical.” He shoves his hands into his pressed pants pockets, “I guess this is why I didn’t see your car in the lot this morning.”

“It’s in the shop. I’m out of a car for about two weeks because they found something wrong with the engine or something.” 

“Just your luck.”

You groan, “are you just going to nag and pity me, or are you going to offer me a ride home?” 

Doyoung puts his hands up in the air, as he often speaks with his hands. “You’re always welcome to ride with me. You just normally refuse.” 

“Yeah, because it looks weird if we got into the same car together.” 

He shrugs, “people already know we live together. What’s the big deal about it?”

“It’ll look like we’re … you know… Together.” You keep your voice down to a whisper, afraid for any nosy ears listening into business they aren’t a part of. Doyoung nearly throws himself forward laughing at your shifty eyes and your sheepish statement.

“Seriously? I think people can tell we’re far from ever being together.” Ouch. Not that you had any romantic interest in this vile man, but it was a bigger blow to your ego if anything.

It’s also the way Doyoung says it. It’s pure mockery, a joke that you even though there was a slim chance at the consideration of you two being together. 

You shrug him off, ignoring how snobby he is being. “People make rumors. Someone who isn’t close to us can see me getting into your car and get the wrong idea.” Turning around, Doyoung takes the signal that he probably pissed you off more than he intended to.

He sighs and walks up behind your chair. Placing two hands on your shoulders, you slightly flinch at the sudden physical contact. Doyoung leans down to whisper gently into your ear, “let them think what they want.” It sends a shiver down your spine and you don’t have a snarky comment to say back to him.

The sound of his shuffling disappears as he returns back to his side and resumes his typing. You aren’t excited to tackle the task in front of you, if anything, you wish Doyoung annoyed you for a bit longer.

The suffocating dullness of the office wrings any ounce of creativity out of you. You’re like a wet towel that was left too long out in the sun and now you’re all dry and crunchy. 

A swoosh notification catches your eye, a new email from your manager in your inbox for you to worry about. Letting out another sigh of the day, you’re wondering what minuscule thing she needs now. The subject line already has you rolling your eyes and did you really want to open it? Not really. 

FROM PATRICIA A.

HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION: HH AT 127 BAR AND RESTAURANT

Hello Team,

I hope you’re all having a productive day so far. Our VPs have organized a company happy hour for all to attend. Please refer to the infographic attached to this email for information in regards to the Halloween happy hour event that is being held next week at the 127 Bar and Restaurant. 

RSVP through here by the EOD on Friday. Your attendance is highly encouraged as this will be a chance for everyone to network and chat with our VPs. Appropriate Halloween costumes are mandatory for attendance to be considered. Hope to see you all there. 

Best, Patricia A. Regional Manager 

“Costumes, are you fucking kidding me?” You hear Doyoung over your wall, followed by a ferocious clicking noise. 

“Don’t worry, Kim. You won’t need one, you’re already scary looking as is.” Jumping up, you place your elbows on the counter of his wall and peer over him. Doyoung rolls his eyes and stands to level the eye contact.

“You might want to get one, don’t want our VPs to get too scared seeing your face.” His eyebrow raises as he watches your face contour in disgust. He scoffs, closing his laptop and putting his monitor on sleep mode. He makes his way out to the hallway.

“Where are you going?” Your nosiness gets the best of you, not that you actually cared much about Doyoung’s whereabouts.

“On my way to ask our pretty receptionist what costume she’s going in.” He smirks, making a direct line toward the elevators. Slumping back into your chair, you hover your cursor over the RSVP link. Another damn happy hour. 

Doyoung whistles his way out of the elevator as it dings on the lobby level of the office. Around the corner, he is met with the office receptionist with her hair neatly framing her face and red lips curving into a smile as she greets him. 

“Good afternoon Daisy, how are you today?” He rummages through the candy bowl full of mints and dental gum, despite never really caring for sweet cavity inducing treats.

Daisy leans forward on her desk with her sweet smile never leaving her pretty face. “I’m good, how are you?” She knows Doyoung as the man that would often stop by at random hours of the day for small talk and a mint. Not entirely knowing that he was mostly there to see her, she indulges in the light conversation with the nice man. 

“Happy that it’s Thursday, as usual.” Doyoung tears the mint wrapper with his teeth. His forearm is placed comfortably on the counter of the desk as he leans forward chatting with Daisy. 

“Friday is so close.” Daisy says excitedly, clapping her hands together in a cheery youthful manner. “Any weekend plans?”

“Probably going to see the new movie in theaters with a friend.” Truthfully, Doyoung never really has weekend plans set. He spends his weekends indoors and locked behind his door. A true mystery as to what he does behind it. “Not sure though, I’ll see how I’m feeling in the morning.”

“Yeah, I get that. I try to get out of my house during the weekend so that I’m still productive, even though all I want is to relax in bed.” She chuckles and instantly, Doyoung smiles at her relatability and honesty. Her energy is contagious, he always feels a burst whenever he speaks to her. 

“Hey, I mean to ask, do you have a costume in mind for the happy hour next week?” Doyoung suckles the spicy peppermint, rocking it back and forth between each cheek. Daisy ponders for a second and he finds an opportunity to make a very bad joke. “Anything to do with flowers perhaps? Because you’re Daisy.” He laughs at his own joke and she lightly gives in to such a corny question.

“That would be funny,” she laughs, “but I’m not sure if I can attend. I let Patricia know that I’ll be attending my boyfriend’s sister’s engagement party that night.” What a glass shattering moment as Doyoung was not aware that Daisy had a boyfriend. Then again, a woman like her wouldn’t be stuck being single and moping about her sad love life like his own cubicle roommate coworker, y/n.

“Darn, we’ll miss you there then.” Doyoung finds a way to exit the conversation, knowing his heart is already breaking thinking about Daisy spending her weekends out and about with another man. The fantasy of her is ruined.

“Aw, thank you Doyoung.” Daisy reaches underneath her desk and pulls out a familiar looking earbud case, “also, are you able to hand this back to y/n? They dropped this on their way in, but they were already rushing into an elevator before I could catch them. You two are dating, right?”

Doyoung’s lips part open in shock, hearing those words come from Daisy’s mouth entice a strange feeling. His initial reaction is to deny it, clearly, but she looks at him with such awe that he doesn't know what to say. “Where did you hear that?”

“Oh, I overheard a few people chatting about you two. I think people said you two moved in with each other after 5 months of dating.” Daisy innocently explains. “My boyfriend and I could never move in together, at least, not yet. I feel like we have to hit that two year mark before deciding to do so.” 

He chuckles awkwardly, unsure what he is more surprised about: Daisy’s boyfriend or the fact that there are actual rumors that he and y/n are dating. “We’re not dating, just roommates. We’re not even really close.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I really thought you two were dating. Please don’t tell them I said anything.” Daisy covers her mouth and Doyoung accepts the earbuds. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He forces a smile, bidding a small see you later to Daisy before heading back upstairs to his boring job. The dating rumor invades every part of his thoughts as he tosses the case back and forth between his hands. He is going to murder whoever spread such a heinous lie.

“Maybe we should stagger when we leave. I’ll go first and start my car, then you come down ten minutes later, walk around the lot and then get into my car.” Doyoung nibbles on his granola bar, leaning against the sink counter. Drying your tupperware, you stare at him in confusion.

“Why such an elaborate plan to just go home?” You question.

Doyoung shakes his head at you, as if you don’t think about the potential risks lying ahead. “Like you said, people start rumors so we should be careful.” 

Halting all your actions completely, you blink blankly at a nervous Doyoung. “You heard something, didn’t you?” 

“When did I–”

“Doyoung, I will rip that granola bar out of your hand. What was it?” 

He neatly places the wrapper back on, setting it down and crossing his arms. “There are rumors of us dating and that we moved in with each other after five months of dating, which in itself is already ridiculous. Obviously, I would wait longer than that to move in with my partner because you never really know if you’d last with that person and then, you’re stuck in an awkward living situation if you ever break up.” Doyoung huffs and puffs. 

Your facial expression doesn’t change, remaining completely unamused and blank as you listen to this man aimlessly derail from the main point. “Thanks for that.” Your tongue clicks and sarcasm laces your words. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“You have to be right all the time, don’t you?” He scoffs, annoyed and grows impatient with your lack of reaction. 

“Uh, with you? Most definitely.” You laugh, which Doyoung does not expect. “People are so bored here that they’ll make up the weirdest out of pocket thing about someone else. Us interacting is enough ammo for them to shoot some made up scenario.” 

“How are you so unphased by this?” 

You pack up your lunch boxes into your bag, “because I know none of it is true. I can barely stand you.” Pausing, you turn to face Doyoung fully. Your hand lightly pats his chest and he watches your every movement, the distance between the two of you closing in. “Like you said, let them think what they want.”

Now, it is Doyoung’s turn to remain speechless at the statement. He should really listen to his own advice.

When you were desperate for a place to live, it did come to your surprise that Doyoung came to your rescue. You two are very distant friends from college, a more accurate title would be acquaintances. Being in the same few clubs made him a familiar figure, but never anyone you personally got close to or spoke much with.

However, there was no harm in networking post-grad. If anything, it became an advantage to come from a big club with so many people aligned in the same field to gain insight into different companies, internships, and  potential job offers. You landed your current adult job with the help of a few connections and chats at career fairs. 

Nonetheless, the offer to move into Doyoung’s apartment was conditional. He had been laid off of his previous work and had to find a new job as soon as he could. Doyoung was able to land the job at your current company through your referral and you were approved to be a co-signer on the lease of the apartment. It felt fated to be and everything fell into its place perfectly, if only you two were compatible. 

The thing with Doyoung is that he always gave off a vibe that he was stuck up and prude. You also had an impression he didn’t like you during college due to you sleeping with his friend, Jaehyun, and breaking his heart when you didn’t want a relationship with him. When you first moved in, you gave Doyoung a lot of leeway but he always treated you coldly. At some point, you had enough of it and decided that he should get a taste of his own attitude. 

Nevertheless, your friendship worked better this way. You’re not entirely sure of the psychology behind it, but Doyoung seemed to communicate with you easier when you were at each other’s throats. All those enemies to lovers tropes you would read growing up were finally making sense to you. 

You two did grow closer when living together, but definitely not to the point where you two were best friends. Doyoung still kept you at arm's reach and so did you. There are a lot of things about him that you didn’t know about, it was quite actually last month that you learned that Doyoung had an older brother. It was only because he had stopped by to drop off some food for him from his mom. 

Doyoung is not the type to warm up to someone quickly, resembling a locked cabinet and a key that is lost somewhere. He is just waiting for the right person to find it. Due to this, you two live very separately at home. Doyoung is quick to rush into his own room and you’re often the one to wander around the living space before finding your way back to yours. 

So on this random weekend, you’re wondering why there is a soft knock at your door. Kicking the blankets off of your body, you rush over to open your closed bedroom door to reveal a messy bed hair Doyoung in his bunny pajama pants. 

“Hey, good….” Doyoung checks the time on his phone to be sure, lifting one eyebrow at your sleepy expression. “Evening.” 

“What do you want?” You groan, ready to let the door hit him in the face. “I get enough of you at work.” You rub your eyes to rid any junk stuck on your lashes. 

“Since your car is in the shop, I was wondering if you needed a ride to run any errands or to grab food. You haven’t left your room the whole day, so you must be hungry.”  His eyes dart left and right, avoiding eye contact as best as he can. Doyoung looks so sheepish, like a deer caught in headlights.

You can’t help, but laugh. “Aw, are you caring for me right now?” 

His face contours into complete disgust. “Not really. I just don’t want to find your dead body in the apartment and potentially get sued for negligence.”

“Well, I’m not hungry.” In that moment, your body couldn’t have had better timing. Your stomach rumbles loudly and Doyoung just blinks at you until it passes. 

You both break out into laughter, “fine, what are you getting for dinner?”

“There’s a new place in town that I’ve been eyeing. A bit upscale, if you’re down.” Doyoung starts walking toward his room, eyebrow raised and waiting for your confirmation. 

“You’re paying.” You close the door before he could protest. You and Doyoung have shared a few meals together, but nothing consistent. It’s not awkwardness that stops the both of you, but that there really isn’t much to chat about over a plate of food. Besides work, you two don’t share any of the same interests or the same circle of friends. 

On top of that, Doyoung would never open up over a sirloin steak. He barely opens up with a bottle of wine. You’ve given up trying to interrogate him with endless questions about his personal life, he never really asks about yours anyways. 

Though, meals with Doyoung aren’t entirely dreadful. His refined palate and hefty paycheck allows for you a delicious culinary experience. You’d never admit it, but eating with him was much better than eating alone.

Dressing for the occasion, you step out in an entirely new and refreshed vibe. Doyoung nearly chokes at the sight of you, not used to seeing you all dolled up and well, nicely dressed. Unintentionally, the accents of your colors match and Doyoung takes note of it, not throwing much of a fit as he usually would. 

“Matching is not a bad thing.” Doyoung clears his throat, hands slipping into his pressed pants and obvious aversion to eye contact.

“Matching with you it might be.” You snicker, but loved your attire too much to change into something else for the night. Both of you head out for dinner and you catch a whiff of something vibrant as Doyoung follows into his car. 

“New cologne?” The strap of the seat belt rustles in the quiet vehicle. Doyoung doesn’t say anything, turning on the engine and pulling out of the parking space with ease.

There is a long moment of silence, at this point you’ve concluded that he probably completely ignored your question. However, after a few blocks, Doyoung follows up with his own inquiry, “you like it?” 

Raising a brow, you’re finding his behavior quite peculiar tonight. It’s a bit unsettling and rather confusing. “I prefer your usual clean scent. This citrus doesn’t match you.”

Without a word of protest, Doyoung grins to himself at your words. Though, you’re too busy scrolling on your phone and participating in the usual silent atmosphere of the car ride.

“Have you thought of your Halloween costume for the happy hour?” Doyoung delicately cuts into his flank, twirling the piece of meat in the brown gravy that was neatly swirled on the plate.

You shrug, popping the broccolini into your mouth. There hasn’t been much thought about that email since it dropped in your inbox. If anything, you hadn’t even considered the fact that it was already October.  It felt like just yesterday you were on a rooftop bar in the warm summer sunset. 

“Any ideas?” You pat your hands on the cloth napkin on your lap, eyebrow raised toward Doyoung. Not that this man would give you any good ideas, you’re already settling on your last ditch effort costume you always went as during your college years.  

The restaurant is incredibly fancy, way more than you had been anticipating when he had mentioned it being a little upscale. It is moderately loud inside, but nothing above light chatter and the jazz music still audible over the voices. You two had been seated right away, the hostess having starry eyes the moment she saw Doyoung walk in. 

The waiters referred to you with proper titles and offered the wine of the night, placing it in its own separate small table. Anyone could have mistaken you and Doyoung for being a couple on a date, perhaps celebrating an anniversary or a nice date night. 

While at any other occasion you would make it incredibly obvious that isn’t the case, the food is too immaculate for you to care. The tenderness of your meat is melt worthy and the taste of garlic butter hits your palette lovingly. You were too busy indulging in the meal before Doyoung had spoken.

“Maybe something with a mask.” Doyoung responds after a rather long thoughtful silence. 

Your face deadpans, rolling your eyes at how silly it was to even ask him for a serious suggestion. “Ha! So funny.” Your sarcasm bites at his skin.

He flinches slightly at your tone, but places his fork and knife on the white table cloth. He wipes his lips with his napkin, “I’m not saying it to be mean. I meant it as a masquerade.” 

“Why would I wear a mask the whole night in front of our VPs?”

Doyoung shrugs in return, “isn’t the point of Halloween pretending to be someone you’re not? Or trying to hide behind a facade?” 

“That’s too philosophical. Halloween is about tricks, treats and pumpkins.” He laughs at your explanation, bringing the rim of his wine glass to his lips.

“That’s one way to view it.” He unbuttons his cufflinks and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. Your eyes wander before your mind could remind you it's Doyoung you’re gawking at. “I might go with a mask, like a masked prince of some kind.” 

You laugh, “yeah, I’m sure Daisy will swoon over that.”

Doyoung doesn’t smile, instead he clears his throat uncomfortably. “She has a boyfriend and she’s not going.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that your work crush has been diminished.” You pout, quite insincerely and mockingly. Doyoung scoffs at your statement, rolling his eyes at how he’s willing to entertain this. 

“It was never going to work out anyways. She thought you and I were together.” The statement nearly causes you to choke on your wine. He raises an eyebrow at the slight break in your careless reactions. 

“Wow, it traveled all the way to our receptionist. That’s how you know the whole office practically knows about it.” However, he read it all wrong as you began to speak. Your nonchalant answers bring Doyoung no reassurance as he watches with a quizzical look as you eat your mashed potatoes. 

“Maybe you like the thought of us being together.” Doyoung snickers. He doesn’t mean it, but he did want to shake up the atmosphere to see how playful he can get with you. 

You kick his shin under the table and he lightly jumps, “calm down, prince. Don’t want the commoners to know how much of a narcissist you are.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you grumble. The mashed potato now tasted a bit sour from Doyoung’s jokes. 

“C’mon, seriously? Do you actually think that I’m a narcissist?” Doyoung places a hand on his chest, as if you could be referring to anyone else. He is so dramatic, you think to yourself as you see him tap away a fake tear.

So you decide to be truthful and slightly hurtful, simply because he asked for it. “Yes, I genuinely do at times.” Your powerful tone in your words shocked Doyoung a bit, his head shaking a bit from the actual truth.

“Oh,” He clears his throat awkwardly, halting his playful demeanor. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to come off that way.” This is the first time you’ve seen him completely vulnerable in his apology. It is a sharp difference compared to his usual snarky “my bad” or “oops”. 

The hurt on his face is evident, pursing his lips on the rim of his wine glass and the thoughts flooding his heavy head. A part of you feels guilty, wondering if a line had been drawn. 

“Unfortunately, you’re still a likable person as people say.” You clear your throat and shift nervously in your seat. Doyoung looks up through hood eyes at your compliment, but holds back the grin that itches to form on his lips. 

Something about his gaze almost makes you falter, “why did you choose such a fancy place for dinner?” 

“Because I genuinely wanted to see what this place was all about. I’ve been hearing Greg from Finance brag about how he’s eaten here for the past two weekends.” Doyoung lightly taps the table with his index finger, like a habit he couldn’t grow out of.

“You let Greg of all people talk you into a $200 bill?” You can’t hold the laugh back because of how ridiculously easy Doyoung can be swayed by someone else’s opinions. “And what do you think about dinner tonight?

Doyoung may have mistaken the implication in your question — if there even was one. He halts his rhythmic tapping, sitting up to straight out his wrinkled shirt and gazing upon you right in front of him. 

“Dinner was…” The bill lands on the edge of the table and Doyoung flips open the book with one flick. He breaks focus from you for a quick second to look at the final grand number on the thin piece of paper. You barely get a glimpse, as he places his card down and shuts it swiftly. 

His eyes back fully on you, “most definitely worth it.” The smile on Doyoung’s face isn’t menacing or mockery, you’re completely convinced that it’s a smile meant for you. And, you’re unsure how to interpret the butterflies that flutter at the pit of your stomach. 

As if the day couldn’t get any worse, you walk into work with everyone in some bizarre work appropriate costume and staring at you as if you’re the odd one out. Your costume is in your bag, which Doyoung so graciously let you leave in the trunk of his car before coming in. However, you’re wondering if it's too late to dash back outside to grab it so you fit in with everyone else. 

“Good morning, y/n!” Daisy, a very chirpy and red painted smile, greets you routinely. Cute flower clips line her hair perfectly and the all green attire can only mean one thing: she is a flower. “What’s your costume?”

Laughing nervously, you’re finding a way out of this small talk. “It’s a surprise! You’ll see when we all leave for happy hour tonight.”

“I might be going before then, but please stop by if you have the time to get it on earlier.” She happily smiles, bidding you a small “have a good day!” before returning her focus back to her screen.

The elevator stops on your floor and it’s as if Jack Skellington came overnight and vomited Halloween all over the cubicles. There always has to be that one coworker who is obsessed with the holiday and they lovingly decorated the office before everyone came in. Including yours and Doyoung’s cubicle.

You’re awkwardly shuffling past your coworkers, saying small good mornings and getting weird looks. However, you’re trying very hard to not draw attention to being the only one not dressed up. A tiny baby pumpkin sits in front of your monitor and a neatly wrapped ghost cookie with your name written on a post it note awaits you. 

“Good morning!” Your coworker’s head pops from over the wall and incites a startled scream from you. Of course, she’s laughing giddily at successfully scaring the living out of you. 

“Hey Mariel, good morning. Did you make these?” There is no second guessing who else would be this enthusiastic about Halloween than Mariel is. She talked your ear off the day it hit October 1st about ghouls, goblins, and ghosts.

She even had a spooky countdown calendar of the days until the 31st. On top of that, she was the only one overly excited about the Halloween happy hour the moment the email hit everyone’s inbox.

“Of course. I do a baking side gig, I had to bring in a few spooky friendly treats for everyone in office!” She rests her chin on her palm and squints her eyes at you, “where’s your costume?”

Your palms immediately get sweaty. It’s like disappointing a kid on Christmas by telling them that Santa isn’t real or your mom buying you a nice and modest dress for graduation, but you accidentally stain it. The nervousness to answer creeps up your throat and before you can speak, a voice answers for you.

“Isn’t it classic of y/n to dress up as an office worker?” Doyoung stands up in his cubicle to interject himself in the conversation. 

Mariel nearly loses a lung from how hard she laughs at Doyoung’s corny attempt at a joke. “It’s actually classic of the both of you to not wear your costumes to work.” She adds, wiping the tears from her crinkled eyes. “What’s next? Matching costumes?” 

“Mariel, it’s a surprise.” Doyoung plays it off smoothly.

“Let me guess, Barbie and Ken?” She taps the counter, like a buzzer on a game show to lock in her answer. You’re already shaking your head and Mariel frowns.

Doyoung sighs loudly and dramatically, “I know, Mar. I’d be such a good Barbie, but y/n didn’t want to give that to me.” Oh god, he’s good.

You laugh along, stiffly. “Well, that was the end of our potential matching costumes. We went our separate ways and you’ll see mine later today.” It is enough to get Mariel off of your back about not dressing up at work. Hurrying to settle your things, Doyoung walks around to your side. 

“Did you see how beautiful Daisy looked?” He muses, daydreaming about the whimsical fantasy of the office receptionist. “Must be a lucky guy.”

“She looks like a true flower.” You’re mindlessly unloading your essentials from your work bag and only half listening to Doyoung ramble. “Damn it, I left my coffee in your car.” Throwing your hands up in frustration, you’re already running late for your first meeting of the day with your supervisor. 

Doyoung doesn’t wait a second to push you back into your seat, thinking you could make a quick sprint if he had handed you his keys. “I’ll get it for you. Patricia already asked about your whereabouts.” He smoothly reaches over your shoulder to grab your laptop, the usual scent of his clean cologne brushes your nostrils lightly as the distance between you closes briefly. 

Your heart is pounding in your ears at the proximity, looking up at Doyoung’s long exposed neckline with his collarbones barely peeking out from his linen shirt. Under this dreary fluorescent office lighting, Doyoung looks rather dreamy. 

Nonetheless, you shake off this sudden and weird daydream when he hands you your laptop and makes his merry way to get you your coffee. You’ve got to be losing your mind, the mundane suffocating atmosphere of an office space is causing you to seek any thrills. You’re being delusional. You could never have feelings for Doyoung, of all the people, never Doyoung.

You come back from your meeting to your coffee neatly placed next to your monitor on a coaster and your bag with your costume in your chair. Silently, you grab your tote and rush off to the bathroom to change before anyone could notice your appearance and sudden disappearance. 

It wasn’t an extravagant costume and it was most definitely not the store bought ones from a pop-up Spirit shop. A black cat has been your go-to DIY last minute costume since college for those rendezvous frat parties or a drunk Halloween night out with your friends. Since it had to be work appropriate, a sexy black cat is out of the picture. 

Smoothing the strands of your hair to adjust the cat ear headband, you give yourself small whiskers with your black eyeliner. “Here’s to Halloween.” A small grumble to yourself, you’re out of the bathroom and briskly walking between cubicles in your slightly form fitting all black attire. 

Your head down and laying low, hoping that Mariel doesn’t notice your costume before you get to your own corner. Making it down the runway, Doyoung’s back is turned and completely working his life away. Somehow, your presence behind him causes a breakaway and he’s spinning around before you could hide back into your cubicle. 

“Thanks, Doyoung.” A small murmur escapes, but Doyoung hears you loud and clear. He doesn’t say anything, instead, his eyes rapidly take in your figure and change of attire. The cat ears on your head cause him to blush, something he didn’t know you could do to him so easily.

“A recurring costume, I’ll admit it’s better than my mask idea.” He gestures, awkwardly clearing his throat at the weird tension that rose from his obvious gawking. 

You’re puzzled, “I can’t recall a time you would’ve seen me like this.” It’s true, you two never spent a Halloween together since you had moved in with him and perhaps, those drunk college nights are too hazy for you to be too sure of yourself.

Doyoung chuckles to himself, peering down at his hands as he delightfully remembers the vivid memory of him catching a glimpse of you for the first time. “Halloween, third year. It was at the NCT yearly ‘Monster Mash’ party. I saw you briefly in the kitchen, looking through the empty bottles of liquor for a drink.”

Then it hits you! That was the night that you had arrived late to the party and almost ditched when there was no more booze left, but you encountered Jaehyun.

“That was so long ago! Wow,” your finger resting on your chin and looking back on the good ole times, “I can’t believe you remembered something like that.” Your voice grows smaller at the end of your sentence, full realization hitting you that Doyoung has known you before you had known him. He kept that memory to himself all these years.

Doyoung, also equally as shocked, feels caught in headlights. Nonetheless, something in his heart wants to open up to you and this feels like an open door opportunity. However, he isn’t sure if he is ready to ruin the dynamic the two of you share. What if he opens more than you’d take? One foot in the door, he can’t imagine this fleeting feeling would come again.

“I couldn’t get you out of my head that night.” He wholeheartedly admits and a heavy tug pulls at your heart. Your jaw drops slightly at his confession and your thoughts are running at godspeed. Doyoung’s heart is pounding in his ears. 

Before you could say anything, Mariel is walking back to her cubicle and is quick to address your costume. You’re half hearing her, mind still stuck on Doyoung’s words and wondering how differently your lives would have been if Doyoung had approached you that night instead of Jaehyun. What could have been? 

Rustic wooden panels cover the walls of The 127 Bar and Restaurant, giving it that upscale cabin/lodge-feel. Cobwebs lined with plastic spiders and pumpkins with ghoul expressions litter the corners of the counters. Festive Halloween music is muffled by the loud ambiance of chatter. You’re already counting down the hour of when it's socially acceptable for you to leave. 

Coworkers dressed in costumes is a silly concept to you, mainly because you don’t associate anything fun with work and you definitely don’t want to see your coworkers in anything else besides their slacks and button ups. Doyoung, however, beats that exception as he walks in with a black velvet cape and fake blood dribble down his chin. His suit vest is surely something straight out of his own wardrobe and there is way too much hair gel slicked in his hair.

“A vampire fits you much better than a masked prince.” Whether it is meant as an insult or a compliment, Doyoung smiles at your comment. 

“A black cat and a vampire, can we be any more cheery?” Doyoung says sarcastically, earning a small laugh as you look upon your very dark attires for the night.

Shrugging, you lightly pat his shoulder to guide him toward the VPs. “We all can’t be Daisy. She takes the cake for having optimism in this cruel corporate world. Now, let’s go get our attendance points so we can leave earlier.”

“A black cat mind reader? That elevates your costume a bit.” Doyoung smirks, leading the way to a doomful 15 minute conversation with important people. 

Doyoung surprises you by how social he can get. You two normally attend the usual happy hours that your coworkers like to have after work, but that is mostly among a few that sit on your floor. This mixer included every department and Doyoung jumps conversation to the next with ease and speed, you could hardly keep up.

“Okay, social butterfly. I haven’t heard you talk so much since college club meetings.” Raising an eyebrow, you’re stopping Doyoung from approaching another coworker dressed as a skeleton. 

“I haven’t seen you this quiet in a while. What’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?” He blinks at you with a dull expression.

Suddenly, you’re feeling self-conscious at how he noticed your silence. “Corporate happy hours aren’t my thing. I don’t particularly have interests with any of these people.” 

Doyoung purses his lips, “yet you seem to talk endlessly with me and we have nothing in common.” 

Clearing your throat, you’re unsure of this strange feeling in your chest. You and Doyoung have commonality in background – school, clubs, mutuals, profession – but interests seem to be way far out of scope for the two of you. While the few dinners you two would share are rather silent, it doesn’t eat you alive the same way corporate social events do. Despite the forced close proximity, you don’t know if you and Doyoung would actually be friends with each other. 

“Right, but it’s different for us.” Trying to save the sinking ship seems harder to do as you rack your brain for an argument. 

Doyoung tilts his head slightly, “different? How is it different?” In that moment, there is a shift in his demeanor as he tucks his hands into his pants pockets and leans back slightly on his heels. A hooded stare, eyebrow raised, and a smug smirk waits to hear how your relationship with Kim Doyoung is so different compared to your other coworkers. 

Feeling small under his gaze, you’re wondering why a heat travels across your cheeks. The Halloween music and robust atmosphere are completely tuned out at this point. “We have common things to talk about besides work, like mutuals! I don’t know– you just get me. Lately, I feel like you’ve been opening up a bit more.”

Doyoung nearly beams hearing the last part of your ramble because he feels exactly the same. You just get him, despite always being at each other’s throats. He knows that this banter would not work with anyone else, it had to be you.

It’s like with each interaction, you get closer to the key in unlocking everything about him. Without your knowledge, he so badly wishes you to be the one to find it. 

“Hey you two!” Greg from Finance wraps his arms around Doyoung’s shoulders, appearing rather abruptly and startling the both of you. “How was your date at Bodega 127?” 

Your eyeballs nearly fall out of your socket at the word date being thrown carelessly when referring to you and Doyoung. Doyoung reacts quite nervously and is shocked as well at the odd choice of wording Greg decided to use. 

“I wouldn’t call it a date...” Doyoung chuckles, exchanging anxious glances with you. 

“Yeah, we’re not together.” You jump in with Doyoung at denying such a bold accusation. 

“Oh, come on! There’s no need to feel embarrassed. The whole office knows already, what’s the point in trying to hide it?” Greg continues to poke the bear. 

“I can see how it might come off that way, but Doyoung and I aren’t into each other like that.” Your eyes bounce between a skittish Doyoung and an overly-pushy Greg. “Right, Doyoung, you don’t like me that way?” You’re begging him with your stare, but for some reason, Doyoung hesitates long enough for you to notice.

“Uh yeah. We’re just coworkers.” He averts making eye contact with you and you’re thrown off your tracks at how off-putting he is being. You’re trying to hold back the confusion from showing on your face, but Greg takes the bait.

“Okay, I’ll stop berating you two about your relationship. But when Doyoung told me he brought you there, I will say I thought it was for a date night y’all were having. It’s that type of restaurant experience, y’know?” Greg lightly pats Doyoung on the back before walking off to chat with another group of coworkers. 

You’re standing still next to Doyoung and wondering why the fuck he hesitated when you asked him such an easy question. He doesn’t look your way, gaze remains glued to the floor.

“I think we should leave now.” He says, dashing toward Patricia to let her know of your exits. A sigh escapes your body, completely confused and lost at every feeling roaming in your chest.

The drive back home is completely silent. The elephant in the room becomes bigger at every stoplight. Most of the trip is you staring out the window, trying to process the last few scenes at the happy hour. Doyoung remains focused on the drive, so much that he forgets to put music on to distract from the stiffness in the air. 

When you two finally make it back up to the apartment, you’re the first to break the awkward silence. “Hey, uh– thanks for driving me around these past few days. The car shop told me that my car is ready tomorrow, so I won’t need to carpool with you anymore.”

He nods, despite the long sinking feeling of his heart reaching the bottom of his stomach. He has had so much fun with you lately being around him, he isn’t sure if he’s ready to go back to how things were — living so separately in the same place.

“Sorry about Greg.” Doyoung rubs the back of his neck, “I didn’t know he would say something like that.” He gently wipes off the dried fake blood on his chin.

“We’re used to it, right?” The airy, lightness in your tone puzzles Doyoung. “At least he was courageous enough to actually address it to our faces instead of contributing to the gossip in the office.” 

“He’s just a big idiot.” Doyoung unties his cape and tosses it over the couch. “I shouldn’t have told him we went together.”

It somewhat offended you, “what? You don’t want to be seen with me or something?” You toss your headband onto the dining room table, fixing your hair back to its normal state.

However, Doyoung perks up at the evident tone in your voice and the scorn in your expression. “It’s not that.” 

“You know, Doyoung, you have been really confusing lately.” There is a pause before you continue, wondering how you should word this without sounding so rash.

“First, you’re knocking on my door and asking me to dinner. Then, you’re getting me my coffee from the car. And, you hesitated back there when I said you didn’t like me and our conversations recently have been different, so open ended.” 

Doyoung leans against the couch, arms crossed and  intently listening to your speech. “Are you implying that I have feelings for you?”

He sounds so snarky that it causes your skin to crawl, frustration fuels your soul at how delusional he is making you seem. “I’m just stating the facts.” 

Doyoung scoffs, arms falling back to his sides. A minute passes, but it feels nearly like forever given the silence in the room and how his eyes are glued to the ground, full of contemplation. However, not just any careless amount of contemplation, but real and genuine assessment on how he has felt over the past two weeks with you.

He opens his mouth to speak, but falls short of formulating a coherent sentence and feels a bit choked up and confused by himself. Though, you’ve been standing there and waiting for him and the silence has made you incredibly uncomfortable. “It’s a reach. There’s no possible way for you to harbor any feelings for me. We made that really clear to each other.” 

You’re turning to hide back into your room, but Doyoung quickly stands at your door frame, alert and before you. “It’s not entirely a reach….” He mumbles, “I can’t say confidently that I have true and full romantic feelings toward you, but I have been seeing you in a romantic light.” 

“I don’t fully understand what you mean.” Your eyebrows knit together, finding that his speech sounds too much like a riddle. 

He takes a deep breath in, exhaling to calm the waking nerves in his throat. “I’m beginning to understand that some of what I feel towards you is romantic, like I don’t want to stop being around you or I want to go out of my way to do things that make your life easier.” He smirks coyly to himself, breaking the intense exchange of dialogue between the both of you briefly, “I’m an acts of service kind of guy.” 

“Look, I’m saying that yes, I think I’m starting to have feelings for you. It wasn’t until recently did I feel like we’ve really gotten to spend time together after you’ve moved in.” His shoulders drop, “and I don’t know, I just– like you said, you just get me.”

This moment between the both of you is so real. There are no gimmicks, no foul play, no teasing and banter. Doyoung means every word he is saying. While a part of you wants to joke around and say something snarky, the other part of you feels serious and rather shocked at this confession.

Never in your mind did the potential of Doyung catering feelings toward you exist. And now, even more than ever, you’re actually reflecting on your own thoughts toward him. Doyoung is the first person you want to go to in a crowded room, it’s like you’re searching for him without realizing it. He’s the one you want to rely on, knowing how capable and responsible he is. Doyoung, given the chance, can really brighten up the room. 

If there was anyone in this world he chose to open up to, you wanted it to be you. 

“Can I kiss you?” Doyoung almost stopped himself from saying it, but he had to know. Your eyes are beyond huge at his request, the sound of thumping in your chest growing in your ears.

“What?” You croak, taken aback by this random out-of-character question. Doyoung’s cheeks are as bright red as a tomato, but he doesn’t break his intense eye contact. 

“Kiss me, I want to know if my feelings are real.” He steps a bit closer with lips parted slightly, rosy cheeks, and dilated pupils. Your shaky hands slowly reach to cup his face and there the beating of your heart quickens, fast enough to where you think you could faint. 

“If we kiss and neither of us feel anything, we’ll pretend it never happened.” You’re trying to cushion any chance at rejection, so that it wouldn’t end in complete disappointment from either one of you. It’s to soften the blow. 

Nevertheless, Doyoung nods in your hot hands and brings your chin close with the pull of his finger. Your lips pucker and land gently on his, your eyes still wide open and you’re in utter shock that Kim Doyoung, the man you thought you’d never kiss, is now kissing you. 

It’s as if fuel added to a flame, the fire in your stomach grows violently at this connection. Doyoung swears he could feel a sudden spark in his tight chest, electricity running in veins.

He pulls away and the contact between you two breaks as quick as it connected. He simply blinks at you, with a cute doe-eyed expression and red cheeks. You’re blinking back, heart in your throat and a desire to kiss him again. 

“Are your feelings real?” You ask him a question you’re scared to know the answer to, worried that he didn’t feel that same fire as you did from that kiss and he’d ask to pretend it never happened.

“Real, absolutely real.” Doyoung confirms with a breathy speech. He can’t pinpoint how long these feelings have been locked away and how long he has ignored them. Nonetheless, that kiss proves so much to himself, one being that he is way more head over heels for you than he thought. 

And the next course of action he chooses may ruin your current dynamic completely, but he fully and utterly wants to commit to you. He doesn’t tell you, worried that it may scare you off when he only wishes to hold you close.

The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a brief moment of silence with tensions high and hearts beating fast. Both are unaware of how to proceed without making things awkward or shifting too greatly from your banterful friendship. 

So, Doyoung eases in with a request so telling, but gentle enough for the two of you to agree upon. “Let me drive you to work from now on.” 

Your eyes glimmer with a shine, clearing your throat before you speak. “Is this about our carbon footprint or something else?”

He chuckles, “we’re saving the Earth while I also get to spend more time getting to know you, it sounds like a win - win situation to me.” 

“And the rumors?” 

Doyoung leans down to whisper gently into your ear, “let them think what they want.” The same shivers that ran through your body before had returned, but accompanied with butterflies dancing lovingly in your stomach.

Strange how two weeks ago, you thought that the possibility of romantically being with Doyoung was close to none and the best way to describe the two of you was that you just coexisted together. But, here you two are: standing in the middle of your shared living room with sparkling eyes for each other and a newfound excitement for a new relationship, more than just coexisting.

bf doyoung texts!

hi again! ik i posted yesterday but i wanted to post this because its our dear doie's birthday today!! btw, requests are open and i would love to hear feedback!

enjoy some birthday doyoung texts!

pairing: birthday-boy/non-idol/bf!doyoung

warnings: none!

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can you feel it inside your bones?

can you hear mine break through the phone?

you stroll the streets like a ghost, hiding in that overcoat

i should have never told you it's cold in new york

[7:35 pm]

you punch best friend!doyoung’s shoulder as he laughs, teasing you about the way your face reddens every time you talk to johnny. doyoung thinks your blush is adorable - although he would never admit it to you - and wants you to find happiness in a romantic relationship. doyoung is always complaining about how you keep dragging him out of his comfy bed on weekends because you don’t have a boyfriend to go on a date with. maybe if you got a boyfriend, you wouldn’t blow up his phone every saturday with constant texts and calls begging him to go to a new restaurant or café you discovered online.

but when you call doyoung to squeal and announce that johnny asked you out, doyoung feels a pang in his stomach he can’t quite decipher. he smiles, though, because he can practically hear you beaming from over the phone. your voice trembles with happiness and love, and doyoung laughs to congratulate you for finally scoring yourself a hot boyfriend. he tells himself it’s a win-win situation now; as much as he loves his best friend, doyoung is a homebody who wants a break on saturdays.

well, at least he’d thought so. as the weeks pass by and you start calling johnny instead of doyoung, texting johnny instead of doyoung, asking johnny to go to restaurants on saturdays instead of doyoung, doyoung finds himself missing you more and more. the two of you do meet up occasionally, text, and call, but it doesn’t feel the same anymore - especially when you get distracted by johnny texting you. although doyoung had expected this, he feels less important to you - unimportant, even.

doyoung thought he would be happy for the both of you when you started dating johnny, but as the days pass, the only thought on his mind becomes the fact that he misses you. doyoung misses you and your late night calls, your voice melting into soft, deep breaths as you fell asleep before him; he misses your constant updates about cute boys you saw at coffee shops; and he misses your habit of interlocking your fingers with his subconsciously when you were bored. he misses taking you for drives to target at midnight and cracking stupid jokes only the two of you would laugh at; he misses you always letting him borrow your oversized jacket, as he gets cold easily and you’re naturally cold-resistant; and he misses having you sleep over for movie night, lending you one of his smallest hoodies that still seems to engulf your smaller body, leaning on each other for comfort, and blurting dumb comments throughout the entire movie until one of you tells the other to shut up.

but above all, doyoung misses being the most important boy in your life - since you’re still the most important girl in his.

The Purge — Kim Doyoung

misericórdia, a quanto tempo eu não posto? Me desculpa por essa demora, eu realmente esqueço que tenho uma conta aqui 😫 e como ainda não sei mexer no site, fica um pouco difícil também...

Sinopse: “Isso não é um teste! É o sistema de transmissão de emergência, anunciando o início da purificação anual aprovada pelo governo. Ao toque da sirene, todo e qualquer crime, incluindo assassinato, será permitido durante 12 horas contínuas. A polícia, os bombeiros e os serviços médicos de emergência estarão disponíveis amanhã, às 7h (sete) da manhã, quando a purificação estará encerrada.

Abençoados sejam os nossos novos fundadores, e o nosso país, uma nação renascida. Que Deus esteja com vocês.”

「 Você conheceu uma pessoa nova, alguém que realmente gostou e chamou sua atenção, além do fato de ser extremamente bonito e atraente. Kim Doyoung era o nome dele, sempre estava com você esperando o metrô para o trabalho. Quando vocês se conheceram, era uma tarde chuvosa, havia terminado o expediente e esqueceu o guarda chuva em casa, pois não estava chovendo quando saiu. Ele estava fazendo o mesmo trajeto com você, e vendo seu desespero, resolveu dividir o guarda-chuva. Você ficou agradecida e iniciou uma conversa agradável com ele. Algo que durou o caminho todo até sua casa, já que desceu primeiro. Aparentemente, ele parecia ser uma pessoa legal, gostava de quase as mesmas coisas que você e tinha uma empresa não muito longe. Vocês gostaram do começo da conversa. E nos outros dias, sempre estavam se encontrando, seja na hora que saía de casa, ou quando voltava. Estava virando tão rotina que você achava estranho quando não se encontrava com ele, nos raros momentos que aconteciam.

Já faz quase um mês que vocês estavam conversando e se conhecendo, tudo parecia normal até então. Ele era solteiro, morava sozinho, não tinha filhos e completaria vinte e oito anos. Mesmo tendo uma diferença de idade de seis anos, ambos pareciam interessados em algo a mais. Dava-se para notar o tamanho interesse dele em você, assim como também deixou nítido o seu. Tudo seguia conforme imaginado, ambos não tinham pressa e ele parecia esperar o seu momento, sem querer apressar nada. O que foi bom, levando em consideração que você também queria deixar acontecer naturalmente. Entretanto, você parecia notar a diferença de comportamento dele de uns dias em diante, Doyoung estava bastante preocupado com a noite do expurgo, comentando sempre com você que esse ano cairia em uma sexta-feira, ou que estava se aproximando e o que você costumava fazer nessas doze horas. Você comentou que sempre passava em casa, esperando acabar e vendo nos noticiários todas as atrocidades. Doyoung já imaginou que você era assim, então te desejou boa sorte e pediu para você tomar cuidado.

Uma vez por ano, todo e quaisquer tipos de crime, incluindo assassinato, eram permitidos na Coreia do Sul, pelo período de doze horas seguidas. Desde o novo mandato de presidente, o expurgo, nova lei do país, permitiu que usassem uma noite do ano, para as pessoas cometerem seus crimes. Foi por isso que o novo presidente do país ganhou as eleições, os anarquistas ficaram ao seu lado, apoiando a lei e sancionando o mandato. Esse seria o seu terceiro ano lidando com todos os tipos de violência, se trancando em casa e esperando aquelas malditas horas acabarem. Esse ano, entretanto, você passaria com os seus amigos, em casa — aparentemente, ali era mais seguro e maior —, e assistindo alguns filmes. Uma noite apenas de curtição, aproveitando o final de semana no dia seguinte.

Quando o dia do expurgo chegou, você foi trabalhar normalmente, escutando das pessoas como estavam ansiosas para chegarem logo em casa. Pelas ruas, não se falava de mais nada senão isso. E você não teria uma reação diferente, fez tudo tão apressadamente que terminou no horário e voltou para casa no seu horário normal. Entretanto, hoje você não teve a sorte de encontrar com Doyoung, provavelmente sabendo que ele estava organizando sua empresa para terminar mais cedo e dispensar seus funcionários. Antes de voltar para casa, você passou no supermercado, comprando suas coisinhas para a noite de hoje e ansiosa para chegar logo. E quando isso aconteceu, resolveu tomar um breve banho, vestir suas roupas e arrumar sua casa brevemente, enquanto esperava a campainha tocar.

Seus amigos chegaram às cinco e meia (17:30h) e logo trataram de guardar o carro na sua garagem e trancar todas as portas de sua casa. Não foi uma segurança tão forte, mas um pouco razoável, dava para aguentar até às sete da manhã do outro dia. Não que isso fosse algum problema, a sua casa foi a escolhida justamente por parecer mais segura, e além do fato de quase nada acontecer no seu bairro. Tudo o que eles precisavam fazer era passar a noite toda acordados, rindo, brincando, fofocando e não fazendo muito barulho. Apenas isso, não seria tão difícil assim, certo?

E quando vocês sentaram no sofá, ligando a televisão e ficando um pouco tensos, já sabiam o que iria acontecer. Aquele som assustador saindo pela televisão enquanto o anúncio do começo do expurgo estava começando:

“Isso não é um teste! É o sistema de transmissão de emergência, anunciando o início da purificação anual aprovada pelo governo da Coreia do Sul.

Armas de classe 4 (quatro) foram autorizadas para uso durante o expurgo, o uso de qualquer outro armamento é restrito. Funcionários governamentais têm imunidade durante a purificação e não poderão ser feridos.

Ao toque da sirene, todo e qualquer crime, incluindo assassinato, será permitido durante 12 horas contínuas. A polícia, os bombeiros e os serviços médicos de emergência estarão disponíveis amanhã, às 7h (sete) da manhã, quando a purificação estará encerrada.

Abençoados sejam os nossos novos fundadores, e o nosso país, uma nação renascida. Que Deus esteja com vocês.”

Era assustador escutar aquelas sirenes disparando pelo país e na televisão, mas agora era a realidade de onde escolheu morar. Depois desse novo mandato, muitas coisas mudaram, incluindo o dia do expurgo, aprovado por muitas pessoas do parlamento e principalmente pela população sul coreana. Mesmo sendo contra, a grande maioria ganhou e com isso, agora estava convivendo com o dia da purificação, expurgo, noite de crimes, seja qual for o nome escolhido, ainda era algo difícil de conviver. Ver pessoas mortas nos noticiários, crimes brutais que não teriam culpados, pessoas matando por prazer, tudo isso era demais. Nunca imaginou que uma noite tão aterrorizante poderia se tornar real.

Pegando seu celular, você mandou uma mensagem para sua mãe, sabendo do enorme fuso horário, quis lembrá-la de que o expurgo estava começando e que você estava em casa, segura com seus amigos. Também aproveitou para enviar uma mensagem a Doyoung, avisando para ele se cuidar e falar com você quando pudesse. Ele ficaria bem, não é?

— O que vamos assistir? — você desligou o celular, prestando atenção na pequena discussão que suas amigas faziam. Você riu fraco, deixando que elas escolhessem o filme desejado. Não tinha pressa, tampouco preferência do que assistir, sua única preocupação era com a pipoca e a comida já pronta. Não sabia se daria para todos os cinco, mas iria implorar para nenhum deles se importar com isso.

Seus amigos, dois grupos de casais, sempre fizeram parte da sua vida desde que chegou em Seul. Conheceu primeiro Ah-ri e seu namorado, Jongho, eles eram seus vizinhos durante um ano. Depois se mudaram para outro bairro e casa maior e melhor. Depois, conheceu Yuri e Jay no antigo trabalho que você tinha. Ambos ainda não namoravam, mas se gostavam bastante, então você deu uma ajudinha nisso e conseguiu juntar os dois. Depois de tantos encontros e saídas, ambos casais se tornaram amigos também, e você gostou disso. Agora estavam aqui, todos passando o dia do expurgo juntos pela primeira vez, confiantes de que teriam como passar essa noite vivos.

Todos ficariam bem, afinal.

A noite parecia tranquila, as sagas de filmes passavam rapidamente, vocês estavam tão concentrados que mal viam as horas passando. Os filmes realmente entreteram todos vocês. Quando você ficou curiosa para saber das horas, percebeu que ainda era uma da manhã, logo ainda teria muito mais coisas pela frente. Sua rua parecia tão silenciosa que achou seriamente que todos estavam dormindo ou apenas saíram para curtir a noite onde tudo era permitido. Sua casa estava escura e provavelmente um pouco silenciosa, logo não teria como alguém notar.

Suas amigas estavam cochichando, enquanto você e os meninos eram os únicos acordados assistindo concentrados ao terceiro filme. Você aproveitava para responder sua mãe constantemente, já que pelo fuso horário ela estaria acordada no momento. Mas você ainda estava um pouco preocupada com Doyoung, ele não te respondia desde manhã e você não tinha noção se estava tudo bem. Ele costumava passar essa data em casa ou sair do país? Seja como for, esperava que ele estivesse bem.

— Ainda tem pipoca? — Você bloqueou o celular, levantando do sofá para pegar um pouco de pipoca na cozinha. — Você é a melhor, _____.

— Não por isso. — rindo, você pegou outra vasilha e entrou para eles, que agradeceram com um sorriso. — Vocês não estão achando tudo muito silencioso?

— Sim, mas é a primeira vez que ficamos no seu bairro. Não é sempre assim no dia do expurgo? — Jay olhou para você curioso, juntando as sobrancelhas.

— Costuma ser, mas não assim. Algumas vezes eu escutava pessoas gritando, carros passando, motos fazendo barulhos. Até agora, não escutei nada disso. Está tudo tão estranho.

— Relaxa, vai ver as pessoas só estão trancadas dentro de casa. Ou vai ver esse bairro não faz muita diferença. Sinceramente, aqui é bem esquecido.

— Tem razão, pode ser isso… — você ligou o celular, mas nada de alguma notificação dele. Já estava começando a ficar preocupada com isso, Doyoung sempre te respondia no mesmo minuto.

— E como vão as coisas com seu novo pretendente? Vocês ainda se falam? — Jongho perguntou, vendo quando Ah-ri acordava do seu cochilo.

— Estão indo bem, devagar, mas da forma como eu gostaria. Ele ainda parece bastante interessado em mim, assim como estou nele.

— Eu disse para Jongho que agora daria para convidar ele para sair com a gente, assim você não fica sozinha como de costume. — você revirou os olhos, escutando as risadas deles. — Onde ele costuma passar o dia do expurgo? Ele fica em casa, não é?

— Aparentemente sim, ele me disse que não costuma fazer nada nesse dia. Mas até agora não me respondeu, estou sem contato desde de manhã. — você respirou fundo, novamente olhando a tela do celular.

— Será que está tudo bem com ele? — Ah-ri olhou-a, vendo quando você pareceu ainda mais preocupada.

— Ou melhor, será que ele está matando alguém? Ou perseguindo alguma pessoa?

— Jay! — Você chutou-o do sofá.

— Estou falando sério! Ninguém conhece alguém realmente, nunca se sabe o que ele pode tentar fazer.

— No final, Jay realmente tem razão. Mas, vamos ser otimistas, talvez ele apenas tenha saído do país. Não precisa se preocupar, ele deve estar bem.

— Eu… — você paralisou alguns segundos quando escutou a campainha tocando. Ninguém esperava por isso.

Yuri acordou com o barulho e olhou para os demais, vendo como todos estavam sem reação, não era algo esperado. Você olhou na direção da porta, sem saber o que exatamente fazer. Esse era o pior momento para alguém aparecer, principalmente em uma noite como essa. Você não sabia como reagir porque isso nunca tinha acontecido antes, e quando tocou pela segunda vez, foi quando você começou a se desesperar.

— Fiquem aqui. — Jay falou, levantando lentamente do chão, junto de Jongho. — A gente vai lá. — você confirmou, ficando ao lado de Ah-ri e Yuri, que também estavam preocupadas.

Quando os homens chegaram à porta, Jongho olhou pelo olho mágico para ver a pessoa, mas não resolveu muita coisa. Logo, Jay também olhou para saber do que o amigo falava. Quando a campainha tocou a terceira vez, você resolveu caminhar até eles, olhando para cada um. Nem eles sabiam o que te falar.

— Não sabemos quem é. — eles sussurram, dando espaço para você olhar também. Quando fez isso, viu não só uma pessoa, mas no mínimo quatro, todos fantasiados, usando máscaras no rosto e o pior, eles estavam armados. O que tocava a campainha agora começou a bater com força na sua porta, você se afastou com medo. — Vamos desligar a televisão e subir, qualquer coisa ficamos no seu porão.

Os dois homens ficaram próximos das garotas, segurando a mão de cada uma. Quando Jongho pegou o controle para desligar a televisão, ele também travou no lugar, escutando quando um deles resolveu falar.

— Abra a porta, princesa. Eu sei que você está acordada, consigo ver sua sombra e a iluminação da casa. — Você congelou mais uma vez, agora com um misto de emoções. A voz era extremamente parecida com a de Doyoung, principalmente os apelidos carinhosos, ele adorava te chamar de princesa. Você olhou novamente pelo olho mágico, vendo ainda todos parados na porta. As metralhadoras nas mãos, facões grandes e machados. Agora, o número de pessoas aumentou, no mínimo oito. — Eu vou ser generoso e esperar sua boa vontade, mas quando me cansar vou acabar invadindo e matando seus amigos. Você quem escolhe.

Jongho desligou a televisão, falando com as garotas para subirem até o porão, onde era o local mais seguro no momento. Jay foi quem segurou seu braço, puxando você para trás.

— Vai para o porão, ______.

— Não adianta se esconder, princesa, eu vou te achar do mesmo jeito. Vai ser divertido, mas no final vou te encontrar. A propósito, se alguém te tocar, vai morrer. — você engoliu a seco, tinha quase certeza de que era Doyoung por trás daquela máscara, pelo menos a voz era extremamente identidade. Mas como poderia ser ele? Não sabia onde morava, só conhecia a sua estação, mas de restante não. — Você não vai nem me perguntar como eu te encontrei? — Jay te olhou.

— Você conhece ele?

— Eu acho que seja o Doyoung. — ele arregalou os olhos, quase dizendo “está brincando?”. Realmente você queria fingir que não era ele, mas estava ficando real a cada palavra.

— Não é difícil encontrar as pessoas quando se é o dono do país. — ele riu, colocando a metralhadora nos ombros, ainda esperando sua boa vontade. — Mas então, como vai ser? Você vai ser a minha boa garota e abrir a porta? Ou eu vou ter que fazer do jeito mais difícil? — você se soltou do aperto de Jay e caminhou novamente até o olho mágico.

— Doyoung, é realmente você? — sua voz ficou trêmula, o rosto pálido e a pressão quase caindo.

— Em carne e osso, amor. Estou aqui para te levar comigo, vamos ser felizes juntos agora.

— Porque você está fazendo isso? Você não é assim!

— Você ainda não me conhece, amor. Deixe-me entrar e então eu te mostro quem realmente sou. Agora, se fizer do jeito mais difícil, tenho certeza de que vai se arrepender.

— Vai para o porão, agora! — Jay te puxou outra vez, agora quase te jogando pelas escadas. Com lágrimas nos olhos, você subiu desesperada até lá, pegando as chaves e trancando as portas reforçadas.

Encontrou suas duas amigas, também desesperadas pelo acontecido e abraçando você. Quando você pensou em falar alguma coisa, escutou os muitos barulhos de tiros sendo disparados contra sua casa. Você sabia que agora seria o seu fim, iria morrer de forma trágica nas mãos de uma pessoa que jurou conhecer. Ou melhor, que confiava e gostava. Nunca em todos esses dias você iria desconfiar ou acreditar que Doyoung fosse esse tipo de homem. Ou melhor, se alguém te contasse isso dele, você não acreditaria nunca. Agora ele está aqui, entrando na sua casa, querendo matar todo mundo e provavelmente vai conseguir. Por sua culpa.

Isso tudo foi sua culpa! Se não tivesse conhecido ele, não aceitando sua ajuda, começado um assunto… Tudo isso teve uma consequência, mas não imaginou que seria tão forte. Doyoung fazia parte dessas pessoas que queriam purificar o mundo, como poderia? Logo ele, você jamais imaginaria isso. Mas então, porque ele estava atrás de você? Porque estava aqui? O que você tinha feito para ele? Doyoung iria te matar e tudo isso era sua culpa.

— Eu sinto muito. Sinto muito! Não queria colocar a vida de vocês em risco. — você chorava muito, as mãos trêmulas, corpo fraco e gelado. Era um verdadeiro colapso. Ah-ri foi quem te abraçou, alisando suas costas. — Ele vai matar a gente, todos nós.

— Não é sua culpa. — Era sim, tudo isso foi culpa sua, acreditar e confiar em uma pessoa desse tipo. Doyoung era completamente oposto de tudo o que tinha imaginado sobre ele.

Tudo foi sua culpa…

Você podia escutar os gritos, risadas, tiros e barulhos de motores tanto de carro quanto de motos. Nessa altura, já imaginou que eles tinham entrado aqui, portanto, não tinha mais para onde correr, você iria morrer em alguns minutos. Não só você, mas suas amigas também. Todos. Isso tudo era um pesadelo, achava que ficaria tudo bem, mas se enganou.

— Oi, amor. — você parou de chorar quando a voz dele veio detrás da porta, junto de duas batidas. — Eu sei que você está aí, não precisa se esconder novamente. — Yuri te olhou, em seguida trocou outro olhar com Ah-ri, todas sem saber o que fazer, principalmente você. — Você vai vir abrir a porta para mim? Ou eu vou ter que fazer da mesma forma?

Se você realmente fosse esperta, saberia que abrir seria a melhor opção, principalmente poupando tanto a sua vida quanto de suas amigas. Doyoung parecia extremamente sério enquanto te dava uma opção.

— Vou esperar dez segundos, caso não abra eu farei isso, mesmo que demore. — você engoliu o choro e soltou as mãos de suas amigas. Seguiu até a porta e acabou destrancado, abrindo lentamente. Doyoung ainda estava usando aquela máscara de Led, com um X nos olhos e a boca costurada. Você viu também quando ele sorriu, entrando cada vez mais no porão. — Ah, eu sabia que estavam faltando mais duas. Mas não importa, quem eu realmente quero está bem na minha frente. Tão pequena e inofensiva.

— Por que, Doyoung? — ele tirou a máscara e você finalmente pode ver aquele lindo rosto, seu sorriso magnífico e as roupas em perfeito estado. — Você vai me matar agora?

— Matar? Porque eu te mataria? Quero te ver viva. — Você juntou as sobrancelhas, caminhando ainda mais para trás. Nessa altura, Yuri e Ah-ri estavam atrás de você, se protegendo, mas esperando por Jay e Jongho retornarem.

— Eu não entendo…

— Você terá todo o tempo do mundo para entender melhor. — ele estendeu a mão para você, mesmo assim, algumas pessoas fantasiadas também entraram no porão e caminharam até vocês. Você ficou com medo, mas eles nada te fizeram, pegaram suas amigas enquanto arrastavam elas para fora. Ambas gritavam em desespero e você ficava ainda mais, tentando trazê-las de volta, mesmo Doyoung te segurando. — Calma amor, elas não vão se machucar se você cooperar, tudo bem?

— Deixe elas em paz, Doyoung. Nenhum deles não tem nada haver com isso.

— Tem razão, não tem, mas se você não se comporta eles vão sofrer as consequências. — você parou de tentar sair dos braços dele, começando a escutá-lo melhor. — Se você não se comportar, eu mando matar todos eles. Você quem escolhe. — Ele cheirou o topo de sua cabeça, aproveitando para deixar um beijo.

— O que você quer de mim?

— Quero que venha comigo, fique comigo na nossa futura casa, eu e você. Seremos felizes juntos, prometo a você. — Você não sabia qual era o nível de psicopatia dele, mas sabia que provavelmente já era algo bem avançado. Isso te fez chorar mais ainda.

— E se eu recusar?

— Já nesse caso, então eu terei que matar seus amigos e te trazer a força. Qual você escolhe?

Qual poderia ser a pior delas? Não era justo seus amigos perderem a vida por sua culpa, tampouco para algo que não estavam esperando. Mas também não viver mais sua vida parecia ser ruim, só que nunca pior do que a opção dos seus amigos. Doyoung levantou sua cabeça, olhando no fundo dos seus olhos.

— Eu vou com você, mas por favor, deixe os meus amigos vivos. — Doyoung sorriu, passando as mãos pelos seus lábios.

— Prometo te dar proteção, carinho e cuidados. Mas te peço uma coisa, sua submissão. Não para atos ou práticas, mas quero que você me respeite e obedeça, faça isso e teremos uma vida tranquila e pacífica. Você não terá com o que se preocupar. Entretanto, se fizer algo que eu não goste, farei algo que você também não gostará. Ações geram consequências, você entende? — você assentiu. — Você vai gostar da nossa casa, fica no campo, uma mansão completamente apta aos seus gostos. Teremos uma vida tranquila e segura afastados dos outros, sem ninguém para nos atrapalhar. — você se soltou dele, ainda tremendo e chorosa. Então olhou para o mesmo, vendo que esse não era mais aquele Doyoung que você se encontrava todos os dias.

— Porque você está fazendo isso? Não poderíamos ser duas pessoas normais apaixonadas?

— Jamais existiriam duas pessoas normais quando eu não sou. Querida, eu não queria te assustar de começo, estávamos se conhecendo e queria ter a certeza de que seria você. Eu me encantei tanto por você que esperei o momento certo. — ele colocou uma mecha do seu cabelo atrás da orelha. — Você é tão linda, chamou tanto minha atenção que foi impossível resistir, estou tão obcecado ao ponto disso. Agora, terei você apenas para mim.

— Quem são essas pessoas com você?

— Ah, é verdade, a melhor parte. Eu sou líder de uma organização criminosa e esses são meus funcionários. Todos os anos aproveitamos o dia do expurgo, acredito que você já tenha visto alguns. — ele sorriu. Mas então, tudo o que você conseguiu fazer foi chorar, tanto que quase não saia mais lágrimas. — Não chore, não precisa disso! Nenhum mal chegará até você se depender de mim. — lógico que não chegaria, levando em consideração que ele era o mal em pessoa. Sua vida estava completamente acabada, sem chances de escapar ou tentar, viveria com um criminoso a partir de agora.

— Você mentiu para mim, Doyoung! Disse que tinha uma empresa e trabalhava. O que você estava fazendo no metrô naquele dia?

— Eu não menti para você, realmente tenho minha empresa, mesmo sendo uma fachada para meus negócios, não deixo de trabalhar. Naquela tarde, eu estava esperando por uma pessoa bastante trabalhosa, estava me deixando com dor de cabeça, então fui resolver com minhas próprias mãos.

— E você resolveu? — ele assentiu, enxugando suas lágrimas. Segurando sua mão, ele te levou para a sala novamente, agora tendo a surpresa de ver seus amigos com uma arma apontada na cabeça, apenas esperando as ordens do líder. Jay e Jongho pareciam bastante feridos. — Doyoung…

— Ah, o expurgo. Não é uma maravilha? Poder matar qualquer coisinha insignificante sem sermos presos. Brincar de presa e predador enquanto imploram por suas vidas. A melhor coisa desse governo foi esse dia. — você via o desespero no olhar de cada um deles, esperando que você pudesse fazer alguma coisa para salvá-los. E por mais que tentasse fazer algo, não sabia o que esperar de Doyoung, afinal ele era um psicopata, tendia a mentir e fazer promessas. Ele te puxou para mais perto, segurando sua cintura com força. — Deixe-me provar dos seus lábios. Beije-me e então soltarei eles, prometo a você.

— Você promete mesmo, Doyoung? Vai soltar eles seriamente?

— Dou minha palavra a você.

Você ficou na ponta dos pés, passando as mãos pelo pescoço dele enquanto Doyoung cuidava do restante. Ele apertou sua cintura enquanto pousava os lábios nos seus, liderando aquele beijo vagaroso e sem pressa. A língua dele entrou na sua e te deixou completamente fraca, felizmente ele estava te segurando. Mesmo não sabendo que Doyoung estava mentindo para você todo esse tempo, e não sabendo sua real personalidade, você não poderia esconder a atração que sentia, como estava ansiosa para sentir seus beijos e carinhos. Então agora que estava tendo isso, ficava difícil lutar para não acabar gostando, quando claramente estava amando. Não só você, mas ele também estava muito animado e desesperado por esse beijo, tanto quanto você.

Foi você quem precisou parar quando ficou sem fôlego, puxando todo o oxigênio que conseguia enquanto ele sorria para você. Doyoung parecia satisfeito com o beijo, o que foi ótimo, assim não correria o risco dele matar seus amigos.

— Você é perfeita meu amor. Me escute, não sou o tipo de homem que quebra promessas, eu as cumpro sempre que possível. Mas seus amigos viram o meu rosto e sabem meu nome, facilmente conseguirão me denunciar. Minhas promessas perante a você não estarão valendo para essa, mas garanto que farei por você em dobro.

— Não, Doyoung! Por favor, não. — ele te virou, colando suas costas contra seu abdômen, apertou com força sua cintura e te levantou do chão.

— Podem matar todos.

Doyoung te arrastou a força para fora de casa, mesmo com toda sua violência e tentativas de fugas, foi impossível sair do aperto dele. As coisas só pioraram quando você escutou os tiros e gritos, ficando completamente desesperada para voltar e ajudar seus amigos. Ele mentiu para você, não ajudou nada seus amigos, e ainda por cima matou todos. Tudo isso foi culpa sua e aquela maldita hora em que sua vida se cruzou com a de Doyoung.

Havia um carro esportivo parado na frente de sua casa, um dos homens mascarados abriu a porta para o passageiro. Doyoung te jogou naquele lado, passando o cinto pelo seu corpo e travando, mesmo recebendo alguns golpes seus ou sendo difícil. Quando ele fechou e ainda travou a sua porta, você não conseguiu ao menos abri-la de volta, mesmo batendo ou tentando quebrar o vidro. Essa merda era blindada. Ele entrou no lado do motorista, fazendo a mesma coisa enquanto travava seu carro.

Doyoung agia naturalmente perante seus gritos e desesperos para sair, olhou para seu rolex no braço e viu que ainda eram três da manhã. Mas mesmo que ainda houvesse bastante pessoas para matar, isso não importava agora, ele já tinha conseguido seu maior feito do expurgo.

— Já chega disso! — ele puxou seu rosto com força, apertando suas bochechas com as unhas. — Você não vai sair desse carro, tampouco ver seus amigos. As coisas agora serão diferentes, você terá uma vida melhor, um recomeço. Então aproveite disso para esquecer o que ficou no passado e apenas viver seu futuro ao meu lado. Esqueça tudo e foque apenas em mim, pelo seu próprio bem. Você entendeu, meu amor? — Mesmo com medo e sem saber como reagir, você assentiu, desidratada de tanto chorar. — Minha boa agora.

Doyoung ligou seu carro, dando jogo de luz para os outros dois na frente que seguiram fazendo sua escolta. Você foi embora da sua casa, seguindo pelas ruas agitadas e violentas da noite, estava indo embora com um psicopata e viveria em um inferno a partir de agora.

— Seremos felizes juntos, meu amor. — Tudo isso foi culpa sua.

Maldita hora que conheceu Kim Doyoung. 」

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