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Click. Click. SLASH! Sword clanging. Smooth brows pulled into a frown of contemplation. Sigh. This is harder than I thought. Yoo Joonghyuk pursed his lips together as his black eyes ran over his computer's screen thoughtfully. ORV - Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint. A newly released game that his lover's company released.
Kim Dokja asked him for a test-run and already this game exceeded his expectations. Each of the scenarios which are like missions are hard to conquer and despite his name as Conquering King in the gamers’ world, even he found it hard to be cleared. “Kim Dokja, you bastard. What kind of game are you even making in your work?” Yoo Joonghyuk grumbled.
The live chat that he had kept on yapping about the absurd difficulties of the game to which Yoo Joonghyuk ignored in favour of clearing the scenario he was having as fast as he could.
@delusionaldemon: wow! even the conquering king is struggling lmao XD
@matriachofwar: master, you can do it!
@anonymous: he conquering king is losing his touch lol just retire already
@ur4iel: Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi do your best!! :)
@not_dionysus: this game is quite fascinating your lover the one who created this?
@ur4iel: as expected of kim dokja-ssi!!!
“Yeah, that bastard is the leader for this project.” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered after casting a swift glance to the live chat, clicking his mouse and his keyboard simultaneously with rapid grace.
With Yoo Joonghyuk engrossed in the game, he missed a quiet knock on his office’s door since he was wearing his gaming headphones and his attention was solely on his screen. The door was opened silently and with his back facing the door, he didn’t notice the intruder.
But his audience did.
@ur4iel: oh!!! it’s kim dokja-ssi! He doesn’t look good tho
@delusionaldemon: the hell’s wrong with that ahjussi???
@matriachofwar: is ahjussi okay? he looks like death visits him
Just when Yoo Joonghyuk happened to glance at the last comment, his black eyes briefly widened when a pair of arms draped heavily around his broad shoulders, messy black fringes nestled to the crook of his neck.
“Kim Dokja. What are you doing?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked stoically and side-glanced his lover, brows pulled into a disapproval frown. It was rather well known that Yoo Joonghyuk hates disruptions during his live-streaming whether it comes from strangers or even his acquaintances.
Kim Dokja as his lover should know this unspoken rule the best.
“Are you listening to me?” The scowl worsened as he pulled off one side of his headphone, trying to twist his neck to take a look at his lover who remained silent throughout the one-sided conversation.
Yoo Joonghyuk stilled completely when a patch of moisture soaked on the dark fabric he wore, staining it with a fathomless stain. The frown he wore melted off him completely, replaced by genuine concern.
Kim Dokja…. is crying?
That notion seems completely impossible. Kim Dokja is the most irritating and cheeky bastard he has ever known. He always has that taunting smile and knowing smirks that implies that he has the upper hands in everything that he does. He is very witty, cunning and uses his glib tongue to bullshit his way out of problems. Furthermore, he has the talent to flare Yoo Joonghyuk’s temper easily with a single word. To think that such a man is crying…
It feels strange for Yoo Joonghyuk.
Pushing off all the thoughts of the game, he took off his headphone, placing it around his nape and ever so gently brushed Kim Dokja’s long bangs that covered his eyes. “Hey.” Yoo Joonghyuk was calm despite the thundering inside of his heart.
Yoo Joonghyuk swore that his heart stuttered a little when Kim Dokja’s bloodshot and teary brown eyes met his tranquil black ones. His lover’s cracked, pale lips and wet long lashes that carried deep exhaustion fanned on his hollow cheeks tiredly, casting dark shadow over his sunken cheekbone.
Is he eating properly? I didn’t starve him, right? Yoo Joonghyuk wondered, pinpricks of apprehension clouded his stare. A whiff of familiar shampoo invaded Yoo Joonghyuk’s sense when Kim Dokja buried himself closer to his large lover. Kim Dokja already showered judging by the fresh scent he carried and the damp strands that was constantly moistening his black shirt. The black turtleneck Kim Dokja wore was too loose on his small frame and after scrutinizing it closely, Yoo Joonghyuk recognized it as his own.
“Joonghyuk-ah…” Kim Dokja’s heavy-leaden voice of weariness murmured, singing his name so sweetly despite its lethargic state. “I am tired. I am just so, so tired…” Much to Yoo Joonghyuk’s unbidden horror, Kim Dokja’s brown eyes immediately swelled with tears, pooling so beautifully at the corners of his eyes.
Yoo Joonghyuk would deny this but noises of alarm escaped from his mouth momentarily when Kim Dokja’s shoulders shook with suppressed sobs. He immediately switched their positions, whirling his gaming chair around so that he was facing his crying lover.
Yoo Joonghyuk wounded his toned arms around Kim Dokja’s slim waist, carefully maneuvered the thin man into his lap. Kim Dokja simply accepted the sudden change, burying his face back to the crook of Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck. Cords of muscles coiled protectively around Kim Dokja’s small body.
Kim Dokja is tall with the average height of a normal Korean male but within Yoo Joonghyuk’s embrace, he was engulfed completely by his lover’s immense frame. “Hard day?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked despite having zero skills in initiating conversation with other human beings.
Between the two of them, Kim Dokja is the talkative one and Yoo Joonghyuk is content with just listening to his counterpart’s chattering and adding his own input once in a while.
Kim Dokja dragged a shaky breath, lungs rattling with effort. “Yeah… kinda.” He twisted his thin fingers on Yoo Joonghyuk’s black shirt, creasing it with his tight grip. “Sorry for bothering you. I know that you don’t like being bothered when working…” Kim Dokja mumbled morosely as he leant back, head hung low apologetically.
“I don’t care.” A blunt voice came above him. A large hand cupped his cheek tenderly, so very unlike Yoo Joonghyuk who treated him more with roughhousing and manhandling. “You matter more to me.” Yoo Joonghyuk said firmly with eyes filled with authentic sincerity and hidden yet warm love.
Kim Dokja’s eyes widened slightly, his emotions running amok in his mind. Plop. Plop. Plop. Yoo Joonghyuk released a horrified rumble from his chest, seeing more tears trailing down from Kim Dokja’s cheeks.
“You are not alright. Is there someone that I need to beat up?” A crease formed on Yoo Joonghyuk’s brows as he settled his hands on Kim Dokja’s thighs, balancing him precariously. A throaty, wet laugh bubbled up from Kim Dokja’s mouth.
“No, there is no one. Work is tiring these days. I am just acting like a child because of stress.” Kim Dokja admitted shamefully, tips of his ears flushed in embarrassment as he wiped away his drying tears.
“Hm. Don’t push yourself too hard.” Yoo Joonghyuk hummed, deft and long fingers brushed on Kim Dokja’s damp hair. Kim Dokja curved a wobbly smile to Yoo Joonghyuk, leaning against his lover’s wide and muscled chest.
They sat there quietly, basking into the warmth their bodies emitted.
“Are you feeling okay now?” Yoo Joonghyuk inquired, perching his chin atop of Kim Dokja’s crown, headphone dangling on his nape. “Let’s stay like this. Just… for a few minutes.” Kim Dokja whispered, nuzzling closer to his lover who sighed but still indulged him. Yoo Joonghyuk intertwined their fingers together and held Kim Dokja close.
A content smile unknowingly curled on their lips.
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@sp_1863: they do remember that we are still here right?
@ur4iel: hush! they are so cute!!! asdfghjkl
@h4nsyg: yuck get a fucking room you lovebirds