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“So,” Kim Dokja started, “what if we like, cuddle for tonight?”
Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him. Before he could answer, Kim Dokja continued on. “In a completely platonic friendly no homo way.”
His eyes twitched and started contemplating whether his companion really had a brain, or his mind was empty with no thoughts but of the expired milk he kept on bringing up every 5 minutes, for 2 weeks straight.
Kim Dokja, a hundred of centuries old supernatural being, was currently clinging on to every bit of dignity he had left (which to be fair, was not a lot) and not outright begging the ex-regressor to accompany him throughout the night. The reason for this? It’s quite simple really. It was all thanks to a certain short woman coming up with the spectacular idea of watching a movie. A horror movie. And somewhere in the middle of it, ditched them. Yoo Joonghyuk cannot fathom the minds of these two fools.
He might pass out from lack of brain cells if he tried.
Which is why he is currently stupefied by the clear indication of his companion’s fear-stricken face. He felt rather amused and would have ridiculed Kim Dokja’s behaviour, if it was not for the fact that he, also a few centuries old godlike human, was frozen in place out of pure fear. What the fuck possessed Han Sooyoung to ever recommend that movie. Yoo Joonghyuk might have to commit another illegal act soon.
“Snap out of it and answer the question you damn bastard.” Kim Dokja demanded, slightly antsy. Promptly ignoring the voice crack the man let out, Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth. Then he closed it. He instantly got reminded that he had more than one problem-causer. After many years, decades of yearning for the man in front of him, he should be ecstatic by the offer of embracing him, all night. Which he is, if the fool did not just downright clarify that it is a completely platonic, friendly act.
Suddenly he had the urge to commit two illegal acts.
“Also to make it clear, I am not scared.” Lee Jihye was right, all men do is lie. Which, to his own dismay, included himself. Nevertheless, the man would never admit it, to spare them both some face. Waiting for his response, Kim Dokja went and lounged on his bed, how did we end up here, and secured a space for the taller man to lie down and cuddle with. Right, the main issue.
Hesitantly, he scooted over and awkwardly sat next to the still terrified man. At this point Yoo Joonghyuk forgot all about the movie, too enamoured by his life's greatest treasure. The latter raised his eyebrows, startled that the former agreed without any fuss. His expression swiftly switched to a pleased one and before Yoo Joonghyuk could change his mind, he wrapped his arms around his waist. Oh. His brain short-circuited.
Eyeing his reactions and finding no objection, Kim Dokja snuggled closer. Sighing softly, he lets his head rest on his comrade’s chest, firm, solid chest. The man mentally ticked off one of his childhood wishes. Feeling content with their position, he ended up falling asleep, letting out peaceful snores. Blissfully unaware of the dilemma he had presented the protagonist with. Insufferable bastard.
Gradually, his troubled face was soon fading and shifted to a comfortable and delighted expression. Observing his sleeping face cancelled out the troubles caused. Silky soft hair falling messily on his forehead, covering a portion of his smooth face. That skill has its uses, Yoo Joonghyuk silently concluded. Observing every inch of his complexion made the former regressor take in a few things. That is, how long and dark his eyelashes are, defining his pale skin. And how soft and lush his lips were. Rosy-pink and the perfect size to peck with his own. Yoo Joonghyuk inwardly laments on how pathetic his post-scenario life is.
The things he would do for this fool. The things he did do for this fool.
It took every single inch of Yoo Joonghyuk’s very soul to not squeeze the sleeping man’s cheeks. Or to not jam him in between his arms. Not enough years of gruesome bloodshed can aid him with this trivial crisis.
However he was not always the strongest. So after moments of silence (and admiration) the wavy-haired man carefully caressed the sleeping individual’s cheeks. His eyes widened, soft. Dazed, he dumbly cupped the smaller man’s cheeks. He instantly took back all the slander he had given to the [skill - preserve humidity].
If I kiss him now, would he wake up?
Flustered, Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head. Abstinence, he whispered painfully to himself.
He couldn’t understand how this being managed to bend his unwavering beliefs, multiple times.
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Eventually, Yoo Joonghyuk drifted asleep, comfortably embracing Kim Dokja’s slender body. Due to the drop in temperature for the past few days, the two subconsciously curled up closer together. Their bodies fit perfectly for each other, as if carved specifically for one another.
Yoo Joonghyuk had his arms around the older man’s waist while the latter used him as a personal bolster. It was all so natural. It would’ve baffled the taller man.
After moments of panic he went through trying to adjust to the other’s body heat, he realised how easy it was. How easy everything is when it comes to Kim Dokja. How easy it was yet how hard Kim Dokja managed to make it. Sleeping quietly like this, Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t imagine that this was the same man that committed several acts of sacrifice, several acts of massacre. How heartless he seemed carrying those acts out, yet now it’s as if he was a completely different person. It’s as if he went through a metamorphosis. From something alive only to create destruction and havoc, into something so alluring. Maybe Yoo Joonghyuk is a masochist, that he fell in love with a murderer, or it’s just that he is as bad. He may have felt remorseful about himself, but not once have he ever regretted loving his companion.
The cocky, aggravating man.
The selfless, self-deprecating man.
He loves every single inch of him, inside and out. Whether it’s the Kim Dokja embroidered with shameful lies or the Kim Dokja filled with imperfections and realness. He loves everything about him. Every word coming out of the dishonest mouth. The easy lies he naturally delivers. The way his smile never meets his eyes. The way he laughs so heartily yet leaves an eerie residue. The way he fondly caresses his companions hands in a comforting way, to tell them that he’s fine. The way his tears fall when he thinks no one’s around. The way his eyes redden from it. The trembling lips, shaky eyes, unsteady breaths. The way he moves oh so gracefully, from fighting treacherous battles to strolling peacefully along the road. The way-
Yoo Joonghyuk grimaced.
Maybe he’s addicted.
If he kisses his lips, maybe it will block his bruising lies.
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Yoo Joonghyuk dreamt of Kim Dokja, unsurprisingly.
Fluttering his eyes awake, the younger man recollected the previous night events. Currently still in place, arms numb from the awkward position. He held a breath while mentally losing it. Somehow their limbs became more entangled and difficult to separate. His face heats up almost immediately. Chin tickling from Kim Dokja’s hair grazing it slightly, Yoo Joonghyuk struggled to not jerk away. This bastard really…
How did we end up like this, was his first thought.
I don’t want him to wake up, was his second.
Unfortunately the universe was never amiable towards the ex-regressor as the oblivious dreamer blinked away his drowsiness. Only after 6 blinks did he seem to gain consciousness and awareness of his surroundings - as in the colossal solid chest on his face. He unintelligently decided to snuggle in closer, baffling Yoo Joonghyuk, and let out a satisfied sigh.
All Yoo Joonghyuk could do was begrudgingly accept his fate, like he always did when it comes to his star.