NCT imagines & reactions

|Doyoung|

Doyoung☁︎
Word count: 1118
When the emo dark boy turns out to be soft
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Y/N's POV

I got paired with Doyoung for a project. I never talked with him, he always looks scary and doesn't say much. He's the school's emo boy. Always on his own, dark clothes and people say he's rude and listens to music darker than his soul. I really don't know how I'll work together with him. "The library after school." He tells me coldly. "Okay." I answered. He left the classroom. "Y/n are you okay?" The teacher asks me.

"Yeah." I nod. "You and Doyoung will work perfectly together, you're both really good students and I believe in it." He tells me. "I won't let you down sir." I smile. "Great to hear, you may go to your next class now." I walk out and go to my next class. Me and Doyoung working perfectly together? I doubt that, we're polar opposites. It'll never work out. I pray for myself once class is over and see Doyoung at the library. I take a deep breath and first go to my next class and focus on that.

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"You're late." Doyoung says as I sit down at the table. "I know, I'm sorry." I apologise. "What took you so long?" He asks. "Does that matter?" I ask. "Uh yes, I mean there must be a reason you're late." He says. "It's personal okay." I tell him. "Whatever, we gotta work on this." He says opening his book. "So we'll be talking about world war 2." He says. "What no, I wanted to talk about the ancient history." I tell him. "Maybe if you'd come on time. I decided we should talk about war." He tells me. "I don't agree." I say crossing my arms over my chest.

"Then that'll be a problem for this project." He sighs. "I knew it." I mumbled. "You knew what?" He asks. "I knew that we'd be trouble when working together." I say. "Why'd you think so?" Doyoung asks me. "Because we're so different and you're so..." He raised his brow. "So what? You're just like anybody else, judging me before you even know me." He gets up and takes his books and bag. "Where are you going?" I ask. "I can't work with someone who judges me like that. I know what you think, you think I'm scary and that I'm emotionless."

He walks away. I take my books and get up, I follow him behind. "Doyoung where are you going? Stop." But he didn't listen. "Stop!" I take his arm and stop him. "What?" He looks at me with his dark eyes. It gave me the chills. "We have to do this project. Please." He sighs. "Fine, tomorrow my apartment." He says. "What? Why not now here?" I ask. "I have somewhere to be." He says before walking away. Great, now I have to go to his place tomorrow. I decided to just go home now.

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I bring up all my courage and knock on his door. He quickly opened the door and let me walk in. We were both quiet. I look around in the living room. It was much different than I had thought, bright and neat. Some family pictures on the wall and here and there a plant and even some candles. I look at Doyoung again. "What's wrong?" He asks. "You live here alone?" He nods in response. I became quiet again. "Does it bother you I live here alone?" He asks. "N-no." I quickly shook my head. "You're judging me again aren't you?"

He scoffs as he looks down. "No, I'm not. I think it's just very different from how you look like." I tell him. "That's literally judging." He tells me. "Sorry, I don't mean to. But it's really pretty here, I mean it." I tell him. "Whatever let's just start our project." He says. I sit at the table and take out my notebook to write down everything. "Let me take my book first." He got up again and walks to his room. I look around in the apartment again and noticed some details, it's all so pure and sweet.

Doyoung took long and it got me impatient, I got up and walk to his room. "Just calm down, it's just a project. She doesn't even like you back, stop liking her." He was talking to himself. Is he talking about me? He ruffles his hair, messing it a little but still managed to make it look good. His oversized shirt and sweats made it look so comfortable, this is a total different Doyoung than that I know at school. He suddenly turns around and sees me. "Y-y/n." He stutters. "How long are you there already?" He asks. "Not long."

He quietly walks past me and sits at the table. "Let's start the project. You said something about ancient history? We can do that." He tells me. "I thought you didn't want to do that." I say. "Not anymore, let's do your idea." He tells me. "Doyoung." He looks up and drops his pen. "I stood there a little longer than you think, I heard you talking." He looks away again. "Don't mind it, forget about it and then we can now do this." He says taking his pen in hand again. "You like me?" I ask.

"I don't want to talk about it." He says. "But I do." I tell him. "You're really different than everyone thinks." I say. "What do you mean?" He asks me confused. "You're actually really sweet and care about the people in your surroundings. You're not that emotionless emo guy." I say. "You can observe quickly." He awkwardly chuckles. "Should've chosen for psychology instead of history." He tells me. "I'm not saying that I like you in the same way you do but I want to give it a try, I want to get to know you better and maybe, who knows what follows." I tell him.

"Are you for real?" He asks me. "Of course Doyoung. I was wrong for believing everyone and judging you. I seriously wanna get to know you better." I tell him. "That's really nice of you." He smiles for the first time I've ever seen. "We should go out some time." I ask him out. "Yes sounds great." He couldn't stop smiling, It's adorable! "But now we should maybe do this project, our teacher trusts in us." I say with a giggle. "Because you're his best student." Doyoung says. "No way, you're his best student." I say. "Shush we both know it's you." We laugh and finally start our work with a happy vibe.

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A/N: in less than 2 weeks I've changed my lock screen 4 times because of Mark and all his new posts, the photos are all too precious✨

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