NCT oneshots (boyxboy)

Doyoung x Winwin 🔞

SMUT scene from my current fanfic, masquerade!
I haven't updated this in a year despite all the drafts.

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Sicheng couldn't sleep. He stands at his balcony with the wind softly hitting his face.

His mind is too awake, too consumed with thoughts — thoughts about Doyoung. It's driving him insane cause he knew he was now at a point where he could no longer lie to himself.

He is way too aware of the fact he has feelings for Doyoung. Part of him feels guilty and ashamed but his desperate need for Doyoung is way too overpowering.

He can't do this anymore.

Sicheng takes his phone and dials Doyoung's number. It takes a while before Doyoung finally picks up and dear God, Sicheng could feel heart is pounding, basically ready to explode.

"Hello?"

Sicheng doesn't say anything. He just listens to Doyoung's voice but by the fourth "hello" he realizes he can't do this.

Not like this.

He hangs up before going back into his room and grabbing his keys, not even caring to change or the fact that it's midnight.

He gets in his car and the whole drive, all he can think about is what he's going to say to Doyoung and how he's going to say it.

His stomach is turning because honestly despite the amount of times he replays the scenario in his head, he has no idea how this will go or end.

After a while, he finally arrives. He basically runs to the door and bangs on it. For a minute, he doesn't hear anything but he knows Doyoung is here. After all, he tracked his phone.

He's about to knock on the door when it opens, revealing a confused Doyoung. "What are you- never mind, just come in." He says, stepping aside to let Sicheng in before closing the door.

Now that Sicheng is finally standing in front of Doyoung, he's more nervous than he thought he'd be. His palms are sweaty and his heart is pounding so hard against his chest. He starts to wonder if this was the right decision.

Doyoung looks at him with a puzzled expression, waiting for him to say something.

Sicheng takes a deep breath in order to calm his nerves. "We're never going to work." He finally speaks.

At first, it makes Doyoung's heart drop but then he chuckles, amused because Sicheng is here at his villa, nearly two in the morning. He subtly takes a step closer.

"That's what you couldn't say over the phone?" Doyoung questions with a little head tilt that honestly makes Sicheng knees feel weak. "No. . .You wouldn't drive all that way just to tell me that." He says, seeing right through him.

Sicheng stares at him, eyes subconsciously drifting down to his lips. The silence is loud, making him too aware of the fact that it's only the two of them here, and his composure is slipping.

"If I admit I want you, what would that say about me?"

Doyoung's gaze intensifies, locking onto the younger's. "You're selfish, maybe." He answers as he steps closer, invading Sicheng's space.

Sicheng swallows hard. The atmosphere is so thick it's almost suffocating. Doyoung is so close to him to the point he can feel his breath, tickling him. He doesn't know how much more he can take.

"You've spent so long caring about other people's wants. What about yours? Just this once, allow yourself to be selfish and give in to what you want." Doyoung says.