It started like any other day at work. Dokja came 15 minutes before work started, laying out his bag under his desk and booted the Desktop Computer to prepare for a usual long day as a QA employee. Sometimes, he even wondered why he still hung on to this job when it was not really his 'dream job'. But oh well, he lucked out scoring a permanent position in the company and he would be a fool to let the opportunity go to waste.
So, Dokja set himself to work as usual again.
When the clock struck noon, He stretched and got up to walk towards the employee break room, and the usual gaggle of gossiping co-workers reached his ears. Opening his sad excuse of a lunch composing of convenience store kimbap and a bottle of juice far too sweet to be natural, he settled himself on a secluded but cosy lunch spot, a well-hidden bench placed on the end of the hallway.
"Did you hear?" One of his co-workers exclaimed excitedly, his face looking to be in awe of something.
"About what?" his gossip-loving co-worker asked, her mouth practically salivating at the prospect of hearing something juicy. "Did something big happen? Tell me!"
"They say that the supreme king himself will be coming to Mino Soft tomorrow to discuss about a potential collaboration event!"
"What?!" Dokja heard a gasp, and he looked up from the screen of his phone to see her looking wide-eyed, mouth hanging open. "Are we talking about the Supreme King, Yoo Joonghyuk? The very same one that continuously refused any form of collaborations?"
"Are there any more supreme kings out there? Of course I'm talking about him!"
Here they launched to a tirade, praising this person's many achievements, which Dokja chose to tune out after 'godly swerving skills', 'adaptability to any types of games', and 'undeteriorating dexterity'.
"No way!!!! How did they even score with him?!"
Ah. They were getting back on track. Dokja listened in again as he munched on his lunch.
Dokja saw his co-worker looking inside the breakroom and the hallway leading to them, but not to his direction. When he deemed it secluded enough, he turned back to the expectant female next to him, and dramatically leaned forward. "That's the thing. Someone said that he only agreed because he knew someone in Mino Soft."
"Huh?!" His gossip-loving co-worker exclaimed in disbelief. "C'mon, who would believe that?!"
"But it's really true! I heard he initially refused the offer, as with any companies that try to approach him, but when he caught eye of our promotional pamphlet that has some of our employee's faces in it, he looked shocked, almost, and instantly agreed to meet at least once for the project!"
By that time, lunchtime was over and they had to wrap up to return to their desks. Dokja mulled over the name he heard from his gossiping co-workers. Supreme King Yoo Joonghyuk, huh? He didn't know why, but the name seemed almost familiar. But he cannot remember why.
Dokja shook his head, fingers flying over the keyboard to write up a bug report on the newest update of Mino Soft's online RPG. He probably heard it before because he was a pro gamer or something. It's to be expected, he works in a goddamn game company, after all.
But that night, after coming home and plopping himself down on his bed, instead of logging on his favourite web novel site, Dokja went to search up Supreme King Yoo Joonghyuk.
And by gods, did his eyes widen when images of the pro gamer loaded.
Is this guy not a model? He's not an idol? This is a pro gamer?
This Yoo Joonghyuk has that well sculpted body and face like a work of art and he doesn't milk the hell out of it? That's such a waste!
Then Dokja went and looked at the list of achievements that he had under his belt and decided the title of 'Supreme King' fits him nicely. The number of competitions that Yoo Joonghyuk had won was astonishing. He even saw several world records that they say he breaks for fun when he was bored.
And this guy even cooks well too, based on the gallery on his page that has photos of every dish Yoo Joonghyuk had cooked for his former league teammates each time they achieved victory.
Which was a lot.
Wow. Did this guy win the lottery to life or what? And he was three years younger than Dokja, too. Some guys really do have everything.
Dokja shook himself out of his daze and decided to sleep. Well, Yoo Joonghyuk's arrival won't really affect him much, right?
Though, he would be lying if he said that he didn't want to meet Yoo Joonghyuk. Only see for himself if he really does look as good as his pictures online, really.
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"Kim Dokja!"
Dokja looked up from the screen to see his department head wheezing as he stops beside his desk. "Yes, Section chief?"
The section chief took a minute to regain his breath before looking up and composing himself. Dokja handed him a napkin. The elder man accepted it gratefully, wiping his sweat with the white piece of cloth.
"Dokja-nim, sorry for this being so abrupt, but you're called in for a meeting at the Fenestella after lunch, OK?"
There was silence after the man finished his words, the entire room looking at Dokja.
"…I'm sorry, section chief, but are you sure it was me who was called in?" Dokja pointed at himself in disbelief. "Forgive me if I'm being forward, but isn't the Fenestella room reserved only for high calibre meetings that the higher ups conduct?"
"Yes, yes, I'm not mistaken, they called for you, Dokja-nim," The elder man smiled at him a bit stiffly. "And yes, that is usually the case, but today's meeting is very important too as it involves a fairly influential figure. And said person had requested you to be in the meeting." Just as Dokja was going to open his mouth to ask why, the section chief held up a hand to silence him and continued, "No, I don't know why, I was only told to inform you to attend the meeting today. So do make sure to show up, Dokja-nim."
The man left after that, and Dokja was left in his desk looking lost. An influential figure asking specifically for him? He didn't know anyone famous enough, and as sad as it was, the amount of people he could call 'friends' can be counted in one hand. And what is with them dragging Dokja into this?
Not to mention, he didn't want to be fired because he messed up during the meeting due to lack of preparation. He didn't even know what the meeting is going to be. Didn't that kind of made him destined to fail this before the actual thing even started?
His need for lamentation and contemplation led him to pace at the vending machine corner that nobody ever frequents anymore. Dokja huffed out a slow breath, trying to keep his emotions under control and calm himself down before he needs to go to the meeting room.
Heavy footsteps and a gaze burning onto his head stopped Dokja's pacing. He looked up to a sharp stare, one that morphed into something more surprised after he locked gazes with the stranger.
Well, not-so-stranger, since Dokja had looked him up last night.
Pro gamer, Supreme King Yoo Joonghyuk, stood a few meters away from him, and was now currently observing Dokja very closely. Dokja, in turn, stared back, mentally comparing the features of the impossibly handsome man in front of him to the pixelated pictures that he saw on the internet. And the pictures didn't really do this man justice, which was frankly amazing, as he looked even better in person. The suit that he wore, so different from the usual hoodies and jackets over a simple shirt, clung perfectly to his body and accented his sharp features. Frankly, he could understand why his fans continued to watch him despite most of them not actually caring about games and such. The man was seriously the perfect eye candy.
Dokja snapped out of his daze and smiled politely at the pro gamer, gesturing to the vending machines behind him. "Did you want to use the vending machines? Please go ahead." Dokja stepped to the side to make way, but instead of marching over to the machines, Yoo Joonghyuk continued to stare at him with a burning gaze. Dokja's smile faltered, his hands twitching up to self-consciously fix his hair the longer Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him.
"Uh, is there something on my face?"
Finally, Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth. "You—"
He was cut off by Dokja's phone vibrating violently. Dokja reached to see the message, and grimaced when he saw that it was his section chief. The elder man had sent him a lengthy reminder that the meeting will start in fifteen minutes and Dokja should already be on the way to the meeting room.
"Um," Dokja turned back to the pro gamer, whose icy stare was locked onto his innocent phone. "Er, a pleasant day to you. Goodbye." He bowed to the younger man before turning to catch the elevator.
A hand clamped down his shoulder before he could leave. Dokja turned back to see Yoo Joonghyuk holding him in place with a firm grip. He blinked up at the taller male, furrowing his eyebrows.
"May I help you?" Dokja asked him. He fidgeted in place, eyes flickering to the elevator. "I'm sorry, but, if you need something, I probably can't help much as I'm needed somewhere else. But I can call someone who can."
"Where?"
"…Huh?"
"Where, and for what?"
…Was Yoo Joonghyuk one to pry to other people's affairs? Based on the thing written on his page they made it like Yoo Joonghyuk was someone who detested getting involved in other's business. So why was he acting like this?
But there was no way Dokja was going to act rude to someone who was most probably a VVVIP, so he gave the pro gamer a tight smile and replied, "Somewhere on the 9th floor of this building, and for a meeting. So, I'm really sorry, but can you let me go now?"
That made Yoo Joonghyuk loosen his hold, but the younger man kept his hand secured on Dokja's shoulder. "Fenestella room?"
The namedropping of the place Dokja was going to startled him. "…Yes?"
"Let's go together, then. It's where I'm heading, too."
"Ah, ok."
And so the two men both went, the silence between them quite stifling. When they were alone in the enclosed space of the elevator did Dokja reach a realization.
The section chief said that today's meeting involved an external party, and that person was the one who requested for his presence to also be in the meeting. Then does this mean… that Yoo Joonghyuk was the one to request specifically for him?
When the indicator flashed and told them they were on the 3rd floor, Dokja opened his mouth and hesitantly called out, "Joonghyuk-ssi?"
"Why are you calling me that?" Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him. His perfect lips were turned down into an unhappy frown. "Don't call me that."
Dokja looked at him in confusion. "…I'm sorry." As an afterthought, he asked, "Then, what should I call you?"
Yoo Joonghyuk side-eyed him. "Just call me as usual."
What does he mean by that? "As usual?"
"Like you called me before," Here, the pro gamer seemed to take a breath before adding, "Dokja." Dokja was sure he was seeing things, but he swore the tips of the taller man's ears turned a bit red.
No honorifics?! And more importantly, did he even give the younger man his name?
"Joonghyuk-ssi, did I introduce myself to you before? Or have we met before this?"
"…What?"
The floor indicator flashed 7.
Yoo Joonghyuk was now staring at him in what Dokja would call apprehension. His fist clenched and unclenched, like he was restraining himself not to grasp onto something. More specifically, onto Dokja.
He mumbled something Dokja couldn't hear. He tried to strain his ears to listen, but the elevator dinged open and they had arrived on the 9th floor. Yoo Joonghyuk pushed past him to make a beeline into the bathroom at the end of the corridor. His steps was hurried, and Dokja could even call it tinged with a sense of… something he wished he wasn't familiar with.
He hurried out of the elevator and entered the meeting room. Multiple eyes landed on him when he tried to make himself comfortable on the seat reserved for him, small whispers accompanying heavy gazes. He kept his head low and busied himself by arranging his laptop and setting up his meeting space.
After some time, the door to the room opened and in came Yoo Joonghyuk, his expression back to the blank slate that he wore.
They locked eyes, and Yoo Joonghyuk's gaze did not leave him for the rest of the meeting.Dokja slumped into his seat, drained from his regular project meeting with the Supreme King. As he expected, nothing went well. He groaned, burying his head inside his folded hands on the table and hoped that the thirty-minute break they got was enough to ground him back to reality.
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The sound of a chair scrapping the floor in front of him made him look up from his position, and he was greeted by the sight of brown locks and a gentle, concerned smile. The company's idol, Yoo Sangah from the HR department, carefully put down the two cups of steaming hot americano on the table before sitting down on the chair across from him.
She pushed one of the fresh cup of coffee to him, a silent offer. He accepted it gratefully, gulping down the scalding liquid down to alleviate his throbbing headache.
"Dokja-ssi, I don't think you're supposed to guzzle down boiling coffee!" Yoo Sangah exclaimed in alarm, her concerned gaze multiplying tenfold. "…Was the meeting with Joonghyuk-ssi really that bad?"
Dokja inhaled the last bit of the coffee and turned to face the company idol. "Don't worry, it helps me come back to reality," He muttered, absentmindedly throwing the empty cup to the trash bin. "And, if you can even call that a meeting, yeah, it went terribly."
"May I ask why?"
"First of all, for the whole meeting Yoo Joonghyuk kept on trying to disintegrate me with his glare, and every time I try to pay attention to other things, he would intensify it. Second, when I try to present and propose corrections here and there, he will cut me off and fire off with his own, like he was holding back his opinions and only released it when it was my time to present, and we ended up arguing between one another," Dokja listed off, grumbling lowly under his breath. "And finally, even though he specifically chose me to be included in his team, he hates me to the core of his being, and I think he chose me specifically to make me fail. God, why does he hate me so much? I haven't even met him before in my entire life!"
Yoo Sangah listened to all his complaints with a patient expression. She appeared to be thinking about something, and after Dokja had finished his rant, she seemed to come to a short conclusion and turned to him in realization. "Dokja-ssi, I think Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't hate you."
"What?" Dokja stared at her incredulously. "Sangah-ssi, I appreciate your optimism, but I am pretty sure that Yoo Joonghyuk just simply wants me dead."
"And you said you haven't met him before, so what reason would he have to hate you?"
"That's…" Dokja went quiet.
"Nobody just hates someone without a reason, Dokja-ssi," Yoo Sangah said gently, "I don't think he's doing this out of hatred. Joonghyuk-ssi is known for being a difficult person to read after all." She picked at the cup sleeve in contemplation, before hesitantly continuing, "Well, this is just my opinion, but… I think he simply just wants you to keep paying attention to him."
"What."
"From what I know of his personality and his particular behaviour towards you, it's the only conclusion I arrived to..."
"Sangah-ssi," He massaged his temple, suddenly drained of the earlier burst of energy from the caffeine he chugged down his throat. "Are you telling me that Yoo Joonghyuk is just like a kindergarten bully?"
"…Well, you're the one who put it like that, Dokja-ssi. But, essentially, yes."
"That," Dokja drawled, "Is the most ridiculous thing ever, no offense, Sangah-ssi."
"But the most plausible one, right?"
"Then, IF you were right, why would he even want my attention in the first place?" Dokja asked, not hysterically. "As I said before, he always looked like he was going to kill me! He looked expectant, at times, like he was waiting for me to mess something up and snatch it like a vulture!"
"Did you say or do something to make him want to earn your attention, Dokja-ssi?" Yoo Sangah asked. "Try to remember your very first interaction with him, and what you said to him."
"I can't think of anything—"
"Just call me like you did before, Dokja."
"—Oh."
"Did you remember something important?" Yoo Sangah looked eager.
"Maybe? But, I don't really know if it's significant or not?"
"What was it?"
"He… I think I met him before?" Dokja scratched his head in confusion. "When we first met, he said to call him like I called him before, but the problem is, Sangah-ssi, I am very positive I have not met him before. If I did, I would remember him."
Yoo Sangah looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Then, that's that, Dokja-ssi. He wants you to remember, I think. Maybe by making you turn to him every time will help you to remember him."
"..."
"Dokja-ssi, your team will have a drinking party, and Joonghyuk-ssi's manager had confirmed that they will come, right? Why don't you try starting a conversation with Joonghyuk-ssi there?"
Dokja cringed at the mention of drinks. "Unfortunately, I am very averse to alcohol, Sangah-ssi."
"You don't have to drink! Just go there for the sake of a civil conversation with Joonghyuk-ssi."
It didn't sound so bad. If he could somehow sort this whole thing up with Yoo Joonghyuk as they still need to work together for the next few months, he would have an easier time with life. Anyways, they'll probably drift apart when this project finishes in the future.
"I'll think about it."
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Dokja was regretting this decision.
"Everyone make a toast for Kim Dokja!"
"Cheers!"
"C'mon, Dokja-ssi! Drink up!"
His co-workers laughed around him, already drunk out of their minds. The smell of alcohol made him dizzy and uncomfortable, and he could feel his already strained smile cracking under the pressure.
"Ah, sorry, I don't want to drink too much," he laughed weakly. The glass full of soju in his hand was only emptied quarter-way, but the feeling of alcohol bubbling in his body never sat right with him. "Trying to stay sober and all that."
You finally joined our drinking party but you don't wanna drink until you pass out? C'monnn, Dokja-ssi! We know you don't drive anyways! So let loose and drink up!"
The expectant gazes directed at him felt like a death sentence. So he looked down to his glass and prayed to the stars above that his alcohol tolerance was not poor as shit.
Dokja raised the glass and drunk the contents in one go.
The cheers around him erupted again. And through the burn of the alcohol flowing down and entering his system, he could detect someone looking at him. And this gaze was an almost familiar one. He looked up, and saw Yoo Joonghyuk nursing a glass of soju in his hands. His eyes roamed through Dokja's table before finally setting themselves on him.
He ducked his head down, pretending to not have been looking at the pro gamer's direction. By doing so, he noticed the previously empty glass was already filled to the brim with soju.
"Drink more, Dokja-ssi!"
"C'mon!"
The voices encouraging him became louder and louder, until he couldn't take it anymore and decided to fuck it all. Might as well get that liquid courage, no? So he picked the glass up and downed it again to the cacophony of cheers his table voiced out.
His vision swam, and he could already feel himself floating on a cloud.
This… was bad. He overestimated himself. He was sure if he drank any more than this then it'll be a guarantee that he'll pass out.
"One more, Dokja-ssi! You can do this!"
In his hazy mind, he could detect the tone of jeers. He realized it. The guy that kept on pestering him to drink was the guy that unfortunately had something against him. If he remembered correctly, this guy had accused him of ignorance when the game they were working on received backlash due to the overwhelming amounts of bugs that went unreported. Unfortunately, he had undisputable records of him submitting the long list of bugs to the higher-ups, a report that this man had prevented from going out to the programming team.
Frankly put, he got promoted as a permanent employee and this man got demoted from the incident.
The man's grin was all-teeth. "Drink up."
Dokja looked down to the full cup and ignored the tingle on his spine. This was why he hated drinking. And his original goal of trying to reach out to Yoo Joonghyuk for a small chat is still so far away.
Maybe he shouldn't have gone to this drinking party at all.
Just as he was about to reach out to the glass, a faster hand snatched it up. Everyone stared as Yoo Joonghyuk downed the glass, wiped his mouth clear of any lingering taste of soju, and stared down at his frozen co-worker.
"Kim Dokja and I have business elsewhere after this," Yoo Joonghyuk said menacingly, slamming the glass on the tabletop. "Follow me, Kim Dokja." It was not a request.
Dokja stood up on wobbly feet and tried to follow Yoo Joonghyuk out.
He blacked out halfway to a worried voice calling out something similar to "Sunbae!".
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Dokja woke in the plush insides of an expensive car probably worth 3 years of his salary, to a sick feeling in his stomach and a throbbing headache. Something cold touched his cheek, and he could see a small bottle of water held out to him. He took it and gulped down the cold water, and already he could feel his stomach settle.
"Your address."
Dokja snapped his head to the side to look at Yoo Joonghyuk on the driver's seat, tapping impatiently at the steering wheel of the car. The side profile looks amazingly good, and with how he was gripping the steering wheel like that… Dokja's small moment of silence seemed to make the pro gamer impatient, as he repeated the question again, now with more insistence.
"I don't wanna go home." His words were slurred out.
"You are telling me your address right now so I can dump you on your door."
"That makes me don't wanna go home more~~" Wow. Was he still drunk? But no matter, he'll use the opportunity to talk now. "Hey, hey. I wanna… talk to you, Joonghyuk-ie~"
Yoo Joonghyuk was visibly frozen. His grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point where his knuckles had whitened.
"Don't call me that," Yoo Joonghyuk had spit out vehemently. "We can talk tomorrow at our meeting. Address. Now."
His alcohol-ladden brain decided to focus on the former part of Yoo Joonghyuk's sentence. "Why nooot~? Joonghyuk-ie is cute! Y'know, I think I used to call someone I know like that…"
His last particular thought seemed to revert Yoo Joonghyuk back to his frozen condition. "…Oh?"
"Yea, yea! Back when I was on my last year of middle school!" Dokja nodded to himself. He was confident of this. "He was a boy from the elementary section of the academy… a midget," Yoo Joonghyuk's eyebrows twitched. "He liked to sneak inside of my secret haven in the academy to play his little doohickie that I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to bring to school until the sun went down and we had to leave before we got locked up inside."
Yoo Joonghyuk listened to his ramblings intently. He was interested in the ramblings of a drunken man that much? Maybe Dokja should talk more so that their inevitable talk will not be so awkward.
"At first I was kind of annoyed, y'know, because he was a prickly kid… but as time went by I got used to his tsundere personality and he grew on me." Suddenly, Dokja remembered another thing regarding the boy and released a small huff of exaggerated annoyance. "He used to call me a book nerd even though I was years older than him, that rascal. But I managed to annoy him to call me 'sunbae' before I was forced to move."
"…You… were forced to move?"
Usually, sober Dokja would try and deflect the question by smiling and discreetly steering the conversation to another subject. Drunk Dokja, unfortunately, had no such ability.
"Mm-hm. Some things happened at school and I got hospitalized, and both my school and my guardians agreed to cover everything up, so that's why it seemed like I just decided to suddenly move schools," Dokja's voice was reminiscent, almost. The other occupant of the car was quiet as death. "Apparently, I was asleep for quite a long time and when I woke up, I was already halfway across the country. Heh, couldn't even bid the brat that made my middle school days better goodbye. Can't remember his face that much now, but I hope he's doing well, at least."
"If he was here, what would you say to him?" Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly asked.
Dokja looked at Yoo Joonghyuk and smiled.
"I beat your Bomberman record, Joonghyuk-ie."
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The warmth and brightness of what Dokja knows is morning sunlight woke him out of his slumber, his body feeling unusually sore. The last time he felt this sort of body pain was because he sat overnight with bad posture trying to complete the work his terrible superiors dumped on him when he was still an intern.
The bed and silken sheets felt unusually softer than what he was used to, and a quick scan of the fairly lavish room secured his assumptions that this was not his apartment. He racked his hungover brain, trying to remember what had happened last night after he downed the pint of beer that his coworkers forced him to drink.
He fidgeted under the sheets, feeling very particular and weird. Aside from the obvious soreness of his body, he felt… chilly, almost, which was very weird, as the room's heater was on and his upper half felt pleasant with the room temperature.
…Only his upper half?
Dokja sat up abruptly and instantly regretted it. The blood rushing down amplified the already unpleasant pounding on his head. He took a moment to gather himself once more before reaching out and lifting the sheets violently with a trembling hand. The previous warmth of the sheets left him, and he was left shivering from the cold. He looked down.
He wasn't wearing any pants.
Dokja stared at his pantless legs, observing what he knew was not mosquito bites all over his inner thigh. Reaching out, he poked one of the marks and hissed after he felt the tenderness of it. His pupils shook.
Ah shit. He really done and did it now, had he?
The sound of rustling beside him made him snap his head to the noise, and he was treated to the sight that was one Yoo Joonghyuk, the person who made his last few weeks miserable with his glares but who was apparently just salty because Dokja couldn't remember him being his hoobae back when he was in middle school, bare-chested and relaxed in his sleep, blowing out slow and steady breaths.
Dokja did what anyone in his situation would do.
He hopped to his feet, wincing at the sharp pain on his waist and backside, and made sure to untangle himself from the sheets (That was surprisingly clean) before hastily grabbing his pants on the hallway outside from the room that he and Yoo Joonghyuk had apparently shared a night of passion together. On his way out to the hallway of the front door of the penthouse (because what else was this place if not Yoo Joonghyuk's penthouse? He was pretty sure he saw a room with a full gaming gear when he was politely excusing himself out of the apartment) he passed by a fairly large mirror, and he took a moment to rearrange his appearance and hide the multitude of red marks on his neck that extended down to his chest (was Yoo Joonghyuk a fucking octopus or something?) before sneaking out of the elite complex.
After he arrived back at his own apartment, Dokja flopped face down on his noticeably harder mattress and screamed the rest of his already strained voice raw.
While he was walking (limping) back, the memories of the hot night he shared with Yoo Joonghyuk flooded back into his head.
"Is that all you've got, Joonghyuk-ie?" He had panted out, looking at the flushed pro gamer that he straddled when the other man would not respond to his advances. Dokja bent down, licking the shell of Yoo Joonghyuk's ear and smiling as it incited a shiver. His hand snaked down to trace hard abs, trying to drop lower to fiddle with the other man's zipper. "Come on now, you must have more game than that with this face and body."
"Sunbae, you're still drunk." Yoo Joonghyuk gritted out as he flipped their positions, his hand locking Dokja's own above his head, thus preventing movement. The way the word he used to call Dokja back in their middle school days ignited something inside him. "Stop. Let's do this when you're sober."
"I am, I won't deny that," Dokja stated in a manner-of-fact tone. "But trust me, I want this."
"I can't trust your words." Yoo Joonghyuk glared at him. "How will I know that you won't just pretend like nothing happened after this, if I give you what you want?" The younger man pressed his knee to the sizable bulge on Dokja's trousers, and he had to suppress a moan at the feeling.
"I won't," Dokja was not begging. He was not. "Just do it, I really do want this, Joonghyuk-ie, so just fuck me and—"
He was cut off by a fiery mouth melding onto his own, swallowing the rest of his words. Dokja shuddered into the kiss, the hands that was freed from Yoo Joonghyuk's temporary loss of attention reaching up and circling themselves around Yoo Joonghyuk's neck for anchor. The insides of his head turned into static, losing themselves from the other male's passionate kiss.
"Kim Dokja, if you try to run away and lie your way out of the consequences of this and try to treat this like a one night stand, I won't allow it," Yoo Joonghyuk's words were full of promise for vengeance should he ever defy them. "I will chase you until the ends of the earth if I have to."
He frantically nodded, babbling a plethora's of no 's and I wont 's to try and get Yoo Joonghyuk to get on with it already.
From there on it was just a burning and lustful gaze boring into his own, a large hand cupping his cheek and mouth devouring his own, a warm tongue that licked his tears of pleasure away, and the impressive length—
Dokja wished he had the ability to erase himself of the memory. Wasn't alcohol supposed to give you complete amnesia? At least if it did he didn't have to pretend anything didn't happen between the both of them because for him, nothing ever did. He wanted a refund, damn it!
And he was the one that came onto Yoo Joonghyuk? Shit!
After he exhausted himself, Dokja stared blankly at the wall of his apartment and was determined to pretend that he did not remember anything from last night. Even if it means proving Yoo Joonghyuk right that Dokja was, in fact, a coward that runs away from his problems AND a liar.
Now to hope that Yoo Joonghyuk won't be able to call him out on his bullshit when they inevitably have to come back to work.
When he went back to sleep due to the fatigue of his previous night's activities, he could feel a hand keeping a secure grip on his waist, and a whispered, "Sunbae, don't you dare try and run away in the morning."
Somehow, he could already tell that he was already doomed when he stepped out of Yoo Joonghyuk's bed.
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Loud and insistent knocking on his door roused Dokja from his slumber, and he turned to his clock to reveal that it was already evening. He slept more than he thought. His body still felt unbelievably sore, but his… marks had now throbbed in a good way. He took a while to rub the sleep from his eyes, but the knocking didn't cease. The longer he let it be, the louder it got. Whoever was on the other side of the door, they were really determined to make him open the door.
Because he wasn't thinking properly, Dokja opened the door without looking through the peephole to confirm that the person trying to break down his door wasn't a serial killer. He promptly tried to slam the door shut again.
A hand shot out and prevented the door from closing.
"Kim Dokja."
This was it. This was how he was going to die.
Yoo Joonghyuk stood at the doorway of his apartment, his face a perfect sign of overwhelming rage.
"Let me in."
And Dokja couldn't really do anything but accept his inevitable end in the hands of his former hoobae. He stepped aside weakly, allowing Yoo Joonghyuk entry to his apartment. "...Coffee or tea?"
Yoo Joonghyuk made himself comfortable on the chair, looking like he just went out of a photoshoot. Damn handsome bastard. He gestured to the free seat across of him. "Sit down."
And sit he did. He had to suppress a snappy remark because why was this guy so controlling? This wasn't even his apartment, why is he acting like he owned the place. Speaking of, how did Yoo Joonghyuk even find out where he lived?
"I told you not to run off. And yet you did." Yoo Joonghyuk's words made him flinch.
"I don't—"
"Don't pretend that you don't know what we did, because you obviously do by running away."
Well, there goes his amnesia plan. So then he switched to plan B, which was… "Really, Yoo Joonghyuk, am I supposed to stay?" He flashed an easy-going closed eye smile at the other male. "I won't deny that we had… rolled around in the sheets together last night, but that doesn't have to mean anything, surely you realize that? Don't you do this too once in a while?"
He was pulling this out of his ass, and he could tell that this was going to backfire on him so badly, but if he was going to die anyways, might as well go out with a bang.
Yoo Joonghyuk was quiet for so long that Dokja opened his eyes when he did not feel any murderous aura aimed at him. He was shocked to see that the younger was staring at him with a vaguely amused smile.
"Sunbae," the term of address shocked Dokja once again. "I see you really haven't changed that much since the past. You're still obvious when you try to lie."
"…what?"
"Heh," Yoo Joonghyuk let out a breathy chuckle. "Really, sunbae. At first I really thought you forgot about me, but given all what happened last night and how you waxed poetics about me that can fill three books, like--'"
Dokja slapped a hand on Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth, cutting off his words. "Shut up, I never said anything like that, what are you on, you brat?" Dokja could feel his face burning.
Yoo Joonghyuk opened his phone up and played a voice Dokja knew too well. "Yhooo Joonghyuk… I haven't told you this… but did you know that you have eyebrows seemingly drawn by a single, uninterrupted stroke of a famed artist's brush; a nose and a chin shaped in perfect angles that defied attempts to—" He forwent Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth to try and make a mad reach for the offending device.
Yoo Joonghyuk put the phone still playing the recording of him out of his range; his lips set to a teasing smirk. He used their difference in height to his full advantage.
In desperation to maintain his dignity, Dokja played dirty. His arm snaked out and wrapped around Yoo Joonghyuk's neck, pulling the taller man to his height, and gave the startled man a small peck to the lips. Yoo Joonghyuk's hand went down from its previously stretched position and Dokja took advantage of the momentary distraction by snatching the phone out of his hands.
He stopped the recording and quickly trashed the file, letting out a victorious sound when the file was completely deleted from the phone.
A hand on his shoulder made him look up, and Yoo Joonghyuk was looking at him the same way when they first reunited, which was full of expectations and something Dokja could finally name.
Fondness.
And when Yoo Joonghyuk tilted his head forward to kiss him, he responded back.
"Sunbae," Yoo Joonghyuk murmured to his hair later that night, their forms huddled under Dokja's covers on the bed that was meant to only house a single person. His hands were securely enveloping Dokja's body, holding the older man close. Dokja hummed, indicating that he was awake and listening. "what do you think about moving in with me?"
"Oh…"
"Was that too fast?"
"Actually, you asked at the right time," Dokja said sheepishly. "My lease is going to expire, and I've already been looking for a new place, so... if you really would have me…"
Yoo Joonghyuk held him closer. "Always."
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"Why, hello, Yoo Joonghyuk," Dokja said, calmly and definitely not panicking at all, when Yoo Joonghyuk had dragged him out of his seat and pressed him to the walls of an empty (oh fuck), abandoned (double fuck) and locked (very fucked) break room. Nobody in the company dared to voice out a complaint against the supreme king, and even if Yoo Joonghyuk murdered him in the span of a few hours, nobody would come looking for them. Very fantastic.
Why was Yoo Joonghyuk mad, you ask? Well, Dokja completely forgot about his birthday dinner and spent the entire day working overtime. He only realized that he had missed their date when he powered his phone back on (it was a habit of his to turn his phone off when working overtime because he would get side-tracked by new web novel updates) and saw the multitude of missed calls and heaps of unanswered texts.
So, in fear of being murdered by his own lover, he had been avoiding his former hoobae, which was a feat as they lived together, and only had a few close calls. His ungodly working hours suddenly became his salvation as Yoo Joonghyuk always had something to do himself, so he will know in advance if the pro gamer decided to drop by the company.
Today, it seems, that his luck had run out.
"May I know why you plucked me out of my workspace and locked us here? I have many things to do, you know, so I would appreciate it if I could go ba—"
Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly moved his head forward and licked at Dokja's ears.
"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Dokja screeched, repressing a full body shudder. Yoo Joonghyuk seemed to elect to ignore him, continuing to lick and bite at the rapidly reddening ear with a skilful mouth. Dokja could feel himself rapidly getting hard, desperate pants escaping his mouth as Yoo Joonghyuk attacked his sensitive cartilage repeatedly. "S-stop, Yoo Joonghyuk, what are you doing? Stop!" He attempted to push the offending younger man currently plastered onto his back away, to no avail.
Yoo Joonghyuk bit his neck.
Dokja couldn't contain the repressed moan this time. He could feel Yoo Joonghyuk's smirk against his skin. The taller male's hand went down and cupped his hardening length, skilled fingers unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. The hand cupped over his hardening length, teasing him through the cloth of his boxers.
"What am I doing, you ask?" Yoo Joonghyuk parroted, the sing-song tone to his voice giving Dokja a sense of immediate dread. "Didn't I tell you that I'll punish you if you break your promises? I'm doing it right now."
"Hey, hey, Let's talk about this like civilized adults, okay? This is hardly a proper place for these kinds of things, right, Yoo Joonghyuk?" His voice was embarrassingly high in his panic to get this damned guy to stop.
"Just accept your punishment, sunbae."
And when those clever fingers reached up to unbutton his shirt and throw his pants and his boxers to a corner of the room, Dokja resigned himself to his bitter fate. The sound of a packet being shredded open made him look behind, and he stared as Yoo Joonghyuk coated his fingers with lube. Those long fingers poked and prodded at his entrance, coating his pucker with the slick substance before sliding inside him and stretching his warmth. But he never ventured deep, seemingly content to stretch his rim and tease at his entrance.
He rocked back, trying to get Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers deeper in to brush on that spot he knows is there, but said man only clicked his tongue and pressed him against the wall harder, limiting his movement.
"Stop teasing and just get it over already." embarrassingly, Dokja could already feel the neediness inside of him grow.
"But it wouldn't be a punishment, will it?"
Oh my god.
"Are you just going to keep on teasing me, then?" Dokja bit his lip in frustration. "What do you want me to do so you'll fuck me properly?"
"Nothing much really," Which means he will ask for something much. "I just want you to promise to be quiet and accept everything I do to you in this room, and no matter what I say, you'll follow."
There was no way Dokja was going to promise that knowing how damn childish his lover could be. "No."
"No?"
"You're going to do something weird, I just know it," Dokja muttered under his breath. "I don't want to promise you anything, since apparently, I'm a serial promise breaker."
"That's too bad. I was going to go easier on you and fuck you slowly on that sofa if you agreed, but as usual, you always had to choose the hard way, huh, sunbae?"
Suddenly, the fingers that was previously pinching and teasing his rim thrusted themselves deeply inside him and curled just right to press insistently at his prostate, and the cry that was choked out of his throat was muffled by another set of fingers that coaxed his mouth open and played with his tongue. The fingers inside his hole kept on teasing his sweet spot, the cold feeling of the lube accentuating the sensations, and he could already feel his length begging for release.
When his toes curled, the fingers abruptly pulled themselves out of him. The ones playing with his open and drooling mouth left too, allowing Dokja to voice out a clear and loud, "Why?!"
But then something bigger than fingers nudged his pliant hole, and he tried to grind himself back to pop the head of the cock he knows is readying itself to breach his hole. Unfortunately, the insistent mass of Yoo Joonghyuk pressing him to the wall rendered it impossible.
"Hngh- please just put it in already," Dokja begged from frustration, hot tears already building up in his eyes.
"Can you promise what I said earlier?"
He's still holding that against him?! Fine, he gives up. "Ngh- Fine, I promise, so please, just put it in already…!"
"Thank you, sunbae. Let's train you to keep your promises, okay?"
"Wha--?"
Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly flipped him so they were facing each other, giving him the view of a sweetly smiling Yoo Joonghyuk before a hand had hooked onto his thighs and he was lifted up, the wall on his back serving as a support. In instinct, both his hands lunged forwards and circled themselves around Yoo Joonghyuk's neck, and his legs secured a place around the pro gamer's waist.
The hot feeling of a cockhead pressed onto his rim warned him of what Yoo Joonghyuk was about to do.
"Wait—Yoo Joong—"
The fat head of the cock breached inside, and Yoo Joonghyuk invaded deep inside him. Their position allowed gravity to aid in Yoo Joonghyuk's conquest, as he could feel that the throbbing dick reached places that he knew it shouldn't have reached. Dokja felt so full, as Yoo Joonghyuk was also blessed in this particular asset as well. When they had rolled around in the sheets on his drunken night, Dokja could remember how Yoo Joonghyuk's cock had filled him to the brim.
This feeling, however, felt so impossibly full that he feared that he was going to break.
"Nhha-wait, wait, Yoo Joonghyuk, slow down…!"
"Be quiet and accept it, Hyung."
Oh. Oh. Yoo Joonghyuk's word finally registered itself in Dokja's scrambled brain, and he could feel himself tightening up around Yoo Joonghyuk's length.
Of course, the pro gamer noticed, and he could feel Yoo Joonghyuk's victorious grin on his ear. "Do you like this position, hyung? Do you like the feeling of being filled up to the brim, allowing me to reach places you didn't even know could be invaded?" his teeth bit and suckled at Dokja's neck. "Dokja-hyung is so disobedient. He can't even follow basic instructions such as not leaving."
"Don't call me that…!"
Yoo Joonghyuk kept on thrusting brutally, messing up his insides and brushing his sweet spot every time he moved. Dokja couldn't answer incoherently, of course, his words being cut off by pants, moans, and keens as Yoo Joonghyuk whispered things like "You're doing great, hyung"; "Hyung is so cute"; and "I really like you, hyung" inside his ears while he reshaped Dokja's channel to the shape of his cock.
The cock dragged out of him, and he felt his walls clinging desperately to the throbbing length.
Instead of cruelly aiming for Dokja's prostate, Yoo Joonghyuk grazed at it with each thrust. It made Dokja weep, because it was both too much but not enough at the same time. His hand pumped his weeping cock, calloused fingers thumbing at his slit and using his own precome as lubrication for harsh strokes.
Yoo Joonghyuk took his time marking Dokja's neck all over, and it was not long before the pleasure of his lover thrusting in and out of his hole and the tingling pain from the younger man's harsh bites all over his neck and chest pushed him to the edge.
"Nhhhaa, wait, I'm close, I'm close, Joonghyuk-ie stop, stop, I'm gonna-"
"Then come, hyung."
And with a cry, Dokja came, staining his stomach and Yoo Joonghyuk's shirt with his release. He reflectively milked Yoo Joonghyuk's cock, and the pressure around his length led Yoo Joonghyuk to achieve his own orgasm. Hot spurts of come flooded his insides, painting it white. He looked down to see even with the huge cock plugging him full, drops of spend still managed to escape his whole and dripped onto the floor.
Pathetically, he passed out.
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"We really need to work on that stamina of yours. You always fall unconscious," Yoo Joonghyuk immediately stated when he woke up. He was seated on the sofa of the break room, his head resting on Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulders as the pro gamer's jacket covered his body. The younger's arms were securely holding him close, and the warmth emanating from the currently shirtless man was comforting, almost. It was a comfortable situation to be in.
He turned and tried to beat Yoo Joonghyuk up.
"Don't call me hyung ever again," He hissed, red creeping up his cheeks. "it's so weird coming from you."
"Sure," Yoo Joonghyuk was flashing him that damn smirk again. "I'll only use it at certain times. Like now, hyung."
"I'll break into your game room and destroy your PS5."
"Ok. I can always get a replacement."