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Push and Pull: DoTae

▹request acc: to everyone that requested dotae lol
▹prompt: dotaeeeee
▹word count: 2015
▹warnings: n/a

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It never takes long for Taeyong to find his way to Doyoung's room. Even through the dark he navigates the shadows, the creaky floorboard in the hall, dodges the stack of shoes. He knocks on Doyoung's door in the same, practiced rhythm as every night. And Doyoung lets him in as though he were sat there, waiting on his bed.

They never used to be like this – Johnny and Yuta give them shit for it at every given opportunity, as long as cameras aren't running – but it all feels so natural, like it's in their blood, like there's nowhere else the love in their hearts could possibly go.

Catching each other's gazes through the mirror makes dance practice bearable, even as Taeyong barks out orders and scolds Doyoung for missing a step. They laugh about it afterwards, curled on the sofa once they've kicked the others out the living room so they can watch their romance films for the hundredth time. Taeyong mutters some of the lines under his breath, and Doyoung watches him with sparkles in his eyes. Too wrapped up in their own romance, Taeil had commented when the group all went to the cinema together and the couple hadn't paid any attention to the screen, rather to each other.

Taeyong shuts the door carefully behind him, then lets out a breath.

"You came," Doyoung whispers. Moonlight falls over his cheeks, makes his eyelashes glitter and his lips shine. Taeyong can't resist a kiss before he replies.

"Of course," he says, just as quietly. They laugh, tumbling onto the bed together.

They talk all night, doze tangled together then talk some more, fingers interlocked and noses brushing between kisses. Taeyong shows Doyoung a funny cat video he found earlier, biting back a laugh while Doyoung squints to watch. Even in the fake light from the screen, he's beautiful. Doyoung hums gentle melodies and Taeyong improvises some lyrics that could fit. They giggle to each other when Taeyong has to get up to write them down for later. The quiet of the dorms amplifies their breaths but seems to embrace every word, making sure nothing leaks out through the crack under the door as they talk about what's on their mind, what movies they should watch next, what they would like for Christmas.

Doyoung's alarm brings them back to the surface.

"Fuck off," Doyoung mumbles, voice a growl in his throat. Taeyong presses his face into his shoulder to muffle a laugh. Lack of sleep is nothing new, but it always gives him a different kind of rush when it's a result of his own stupidity. Or rather, their stupidity, because it wasn't like Doyoung scolded him to sleep like he might usually do.

Taeyong hears Doyoung's heart in his chest and feels his own in his ears when he nuzzles closer. The alarm still beeps, but he blocks it out through a sigh. His head is full of cotton wool. His legs are stiff, nothing that can't be fixed by a good stretch, but he curls tighter instead and Doyoung holds him close.

"Let's go back to sleep," Taeyong says.

"And miss filming an entire music video? I think not," Doyoung says.

Taeyong sits up, looks at his boyfriend through bleary eyes. He leans for a kiss but meets Doyoung's hand instead. He shakes his head, and Taeyong rolls his eyes before flopping back down.

"Doie..." he whines.

"What?" Doyoung replies, short. He seems awake now, slipping back into idol mode to get ready for a long day, yet Taeyong catches the smile tugging on his lips as he slides out of bed to turn off the alarm and fix the bedsheets.