[NCT OT23 Imagine]

𝐝𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

"No no wait no wait-" he repeated as you constantly tried to tickle him in the airport.

"Stop it~" he pouted at you, hoping you would stop. He didn't want to fall to the ground while being tickled in a public area like an airport.

"Doyoung darling~" you began while still teasing him. 

He wrapped his arms around his stomach in order for you not to reach it, and looked up at you.

"Mhm?"

"You're my best friend~" you attempted to tickle him when he least expected it, but he pushed your hand away just in time.

"You're my best friend too~" he smiled at you.

Your heart melted at seeing his smile. Your heart always melted when you saw him.

How could it not melt?

"But there's a few things that you don't know of..." you said, blushing. He caught you off guard and attempted to tickle you, resulting in him failing but noticing you blushing.

"Hey, hey. Breathe. You seem ill, are you ok?" he asked you as he stroked your hair. He was genuinely worried as you had gotten so red.

"W-why I borrow your l-lipstick so often..." you mumbled, stuttering.

"Wait wait-" he said, confused. He moved to stand in front of you, lifting your head so you looked him in the eye. "What's going on?"

You looked him in the eyes. "I'm using your shirt as a pillow case..." you said, trying to look away, but he kept his hand under your chin and all you could do was look into his eyes.

"Hey, hey, what's going on with you? Are you ok?" he looked at you, worried.

You couldn't tell if he felt worried or affectionate. 

You assumed he was worried.

He was worried, but he was also feeling affectionate. He wanted to hug you and stroke your hair and tell you everything was going to be ok.

"I wanna ruin our friendship-" you said, looking him in the eye. 

At hearing this statement he dropped your chin, his hand falling to his side.

"Wha- what do you mean?!" He looked scared, and almost heartbroken.

"We should be lovers instead..." you mumbled, looking down. It was true you felt that way, and it was also true that this was a prank, but feelings always interfere with pranks.

"Hey" he said, cupping your cheek with his free hand. (The other was holding his passport)

"I'm sorry Doyou-" he cut you off by kissing you. His warm lips touching yours, his eyes closing as he kissed you like it was the last day you would ever see each other.

People stared at you. You both knew it. But you didn't care.

You knew that most of the people looking had already kissed someone before.

So why was it so weird seeing other people kiss?

You let go, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"Hey," he whispered to you as he brought you into a big hug. "I love you."

You looked up at him, slowly. When your eyes met he smiled bigger than you had ever seen him smile.

"Don't be sorry, ok?" You heard him say as you buried your head into his neck.

"Why not?" you asked.

"Because you love me."

"And I love you."