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148. NCT Doyoung - Put Together

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I dare you to write from Doyoung's (vampire, were-creature, your choice) POV where he slowly realises his s/o is also of supernatural origin (also your choice, but preferred not the same as him)

Pairing: Kim Doyoung x reader

Genre: supernatural au / fluff

Warnings: none

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He had never been able to figure out your identity. From the day you arrived as his assistant, Kim Doyoung had been intrigued by you. As a reaper, he had spent centuries knowing all about the lives of his clients. He could tell them about their past, their present, and even their inner thoughts. Their origin was clear as their name on the card he held up upon greeting them into the afterlife.

But not you.

Even other creatures, vampires and werewolves, ghouls and witches, they all had a story to tell. Yours was muddled. Some days, you would show signs of one life, another from a completely different time period.

Perhaps that was why he fell in love with you. His own little puzzle, giving him something to cherish, something to work towards. You weren't defined to him in any way like the rest.

Still, Doyoung wished to uncover more about you.

"How many souls do we need to greet this week?" he asked as he stepped into the office, leaning in to give you a kiss to your cheek.

You smiled brightly in greeting, picking up the envelopes on your desk. "Only five. It will be a quiet week for you, my love."

"Oh, easy pickings indeed. When I'm done, let's go to that café you love by the sea."

"Really?" you asked, perking up from behind your stack of paperwork. He nodded. "I'll look forward to it."

The week rolled by uneventfully, and when Doyoung's work had ended, he hung up his hat in the office and held out a hand to you. "Shall we? I believe we have a date."

"Will the café still be open at this time?" you wondered, looking to the clock on the wall. Human hours were definitely into the evening and despite taking his hand, you were perplexed that you had missed trading hours at the little seaside cafe.

However, he had planned something a little special for just you two.

"You rented it?" you asked in wonder, smiling at the baked goods on the table and the two mugs he filled with freshly brewed coffee. Doyoung was satisfied. He was proficient in his role as a reaper and it had become an occupational hazard to maintain the same level of efficiency in his personal life as well.

Seeing you smile as widely as you were meant he had succeeded with his surprise.

"Tonight, don't go home. Spend your night with me," he instructed, holding your hand over the table. You squeaked suddenly and he felt your limb jam up unnaturally. "Y/N, are you okay?"

Snapping your arm away from him, you nodded hastily. "Of course, would you just give me a moment? I'll just use the bathroom!"

You were already up and heading there before your sentence was finished, trailing behind your departure. Doyoung waited at the table for five minutes before he approached the bathroom door, hearing little noises leaving you as you wrestled with something.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine! I'll be out in a moment!" you called, and Doyoung frowned, feeling uneasy until you appeared in front of him again. After checking you over, his heart eased, although you were rather rigid compared to before your trip to the café earlier.

"Perhaps tonight I should simply walk you home," he offered and you let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"I'm sure we can have another night where we fall asleep in one another's arms," you suggested, though your tone sounded unconvinced of such a thing.

Months passed and still, your budding romance didn't travel further than gentle kisses on your doorstep or holding hands as you walked along beaches. He didn't want to push you out of your comfort zone, he was too much of a gentleman for that, but he was growing tired of you skirting around the idea of you laying in his bed with him too.

"Do you not trust me to love you under the moonlight?" he wondered as you declined his advances once more. Now hurt, his dark eyes grew hard. "Are you toying with my emotions?"

"No, it's nothing like that at all!" you suggested, eyes filling with your emotions. "I just... I can't."

"You can't?"

"I don't want to scare you away," you admitted, rubbing your hand over your clothed arm.

"Now why would you think I scare easy? I'm a reaper after all," he reminded with a warm smile, yet it didn't ease you any. He reached forward to cup your face in his hands. "I'm going to treasure you, no matter what. I love you."

"Are you sure?" you asked, and he nodded, leaning in to kiss you. "I'm a monster though."

"I don't care what you are. To me, you're you."

Stepping up to your front door with a new resolve, you gently tugged him up with you. After opening it, you allowed him inside, Doyoung peering around at your dimly lit home briefly, his main focus still on you. You made no effort to turn on the lights, slowly walking along the narrow hallway until you reached a door, welcoming him into your bedroom.

You then let him go, anxiety washing over you.

"If you don't want to-"

"The reason you can't figure me out is because I'm disfigured," you announced, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. He frowned, not quite understanding why a human would refer to themselves like that. Sure, he had his suspicions that you had been placed at his side by his bosses because you possessed some kind of supernatural gift, but still, you were beautiful to him. Your heart beat, so you were definitely alive and he had watched you eat many times to know you didn't possess some sort of aversion he might see in the unnatural. Still, he watched on quietly as your blouse opened and fell to the ground. You slipped your dress pants down and stood before him in just your undergarments, completely vulnerable.

It made sense now. The fragments of one world and then next he had often tried to make headway with. You were sewn together, lines crossing this way and that over your porcelain skin. He could see where one lifeline began and ended, and assumed that your entire body was strung together by many.

Yet, to him you still were you.

Taking you in his arms tenderly, Doyoung kissed you before he answered your unspoken fears. "You're not a monster."

"I'm a Frankenstein, Doyoung. Can't you see? Sometimes my limbs don't fire the right way. I've had to re-sew on my left leg about four times this year. I'm clumsy because of all this and you thought it was endearing, but really it's because-"

"Y/N, I love you. I always will. Each and every part of you."

"You mean that?"

"You're beautiful to me. A beautiful mix of possibilities," he assured and you smiled, reaching up to sling your arms around his neck. Doyoung picked you up and carried you over to your bed where he removed his excess clothing before joining you.

And there, he loved you until the moon shone no longer.

By the end of your lovemaking, you had to let him know your leg had gone numb. And Doyoung looked down to see the reason was because it had fallen off again. It didn't scare him at all, and he even helped sew it back on, kissing each stitch along your thigh he made.

He didn't need to know where you had come from. What your many pasts were or who made you what you were. Because he knew of your present and was hopeful your future would always be with him too.

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