vellichor. | nct one shots

finish what you started ; dohyuck

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hi i've come to drop this very self-indulgent word vomit based of off that iconic dohyuck moment in the kick it dance practice video thing,, and yes i know i'm a month late to the party but i decided to dig this out of my drafts lmao
art in the media is by nanossun on twitter ; please check her out ! 🥺

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ㅡspicy shit, but not exactly smut
ㅡno plot, just donghyuck being a brat and doyoung wanting nothing to do with it,, until he does 🤡
ㅡdon't expect too much djdjd

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"Okay guys," Taeyong's voice rang out across the practice room, "let's take a break."

Everyone started to disperse, claiming different corners of the room to themselves, some even going outside to escape from the humid, sweat-saturated air inside the room.

Donghyuck walked towards the mirror, grabbing a bottle of water off the floor and downing a few mouthfuls before leaning against the adjacent wall, making small talk with Taeil.

It was all a ploy however, for Donghyuck to watch Doyoung comfortably without looking too obvious.

The elder was sitting on a stool nearby, eyes focused on his phone, figure slouching bonelessly against the wall.

"You going anywhere for lunch later ?" Taeil was asking.

"Nope, too lazy," Donghyuck was barely paying attention to the conversation, eyes still trained on Doyoung, "I'll order takeout."

Something about the tired, blanked-out expression Doyoung had, coupled with the fact that he went harder than usual during practice today, made Donghyuck feel an insatiable urge to tease, to get a rise out of him.

Donghyuck glanced back at Taeil, who seemed to be satisfied with the answer he gave, was now reading something on his phone. Probably song lyrics, Donghyuck thought absentmindedly before shuffling towards Doyoung, who was still staring at his phone.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Donghyuck swung a leg over Doyoung's thighs, bracketing them with his own, his fingers playing with Doyoung's jacket in such an innocent way that the elder's eyes immediately locked onto Donghyuck's with a blank expression, but his free hand was moving quickly, unconsciously, to steady the boy on his lap.

Doyoung deadpanned, too tired to even  move, "What is it ?"

"Hyung, this button's falling off," Donghyuck's fingers were playing with the button, but his eyes were on Doyoung.

"I know," came the detached reply, "Stop beating around the bush. What do you want ?"

"Hyung," Donghyuck made sure there was an inkling of a whine in his voice, "I'm tired, I need a seat."

"There's an empty chair near the door, go sit there," Doyoung wasn't having any of it.

Donghyuck shook his head, "It's too hot near the door, hyung."

"Then sit on the floor."

In response, Donghyuck lifted a finger, pushing Doyoung's phone away from his face before pressing his lips against the elder's. The kiss was light, fleeting, but Donghyuck's eyes were heavy-lidded, and it's a ploy Doyoung knew well. He just didn't have the energy or mental clarity to deal with that right now.

He tightened his grip on the younger's waist, "Not here, Hyuck."

Donghyuck suppressed a grin, finally getting closer to the outcome he wanted, "Oh ? Why not ?"

"They're filming today," Doyoung said like it was obvious. It kind of was.

"Yeah, and what about that ? I don't see anything wrong with this. I'm just sharing a seat with you."