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So he stayed and watched.

Watched how Kim Dokja survived the first scenario and introduced himself to the other survivors.

"I am Kim Dokja, 28 years old, a retired idol."

"He won the best newcomer award on his debut year!" Kim Namwoon revealed, "You've probably heard of him! He is Guwon!"

'Guwon' Secretive Plotter thought about that familiar name, and then it came to him. A memory of his forgotten past.

"He-hello! I am Gu-guwon of Byeol Entertainment! Today is my de-debut, please listen to my song, [To Neverland]!"

Secretive Plotter giggled, that slowly turned into a laugh filled with relief and bitterness. He wasn't one to believe in coincidence, so he knew this was fate. That he was meant to meet Kim Dokja, his [Salvation] from the past before the scenarios, and now.

"Kim Dokja...I will protect you." (and you will be my ◼◼.)

—

His Dokja was a bit foolish. The type to return a sliver of kindness given to him 10 times, it was cute when it was directed to him but to others? It was an annoying thing.

He hid his annoyance and yet his foolish incarnation seemed to understand his silence well. Infuriating smile on his face and he'd be on the receiving end of a teasing, Kim Dokja did not fear him one bit. It was an annoying thing, and yet he found that he didn't mind.

He didn't mind when Kim Dokja would talk to him about mundane things, he didn't mind when Kim Dokja began to listen to his sporadic advises, he didn't mind how Kim Dokja seemed to know him, how this line between sponsor and incarnation grew blurry with each passing scenario that brought Kim Dokja close to Death at times.

He didn't mind the weight of Kim Dokja's trust on him.

Because Kim Dokja rarely trusted anyone.

—

"Hey, Secretive Plotter" Dokja called for him, in the silence of watching his team with Yoo Joonghyuk sleep.

[The Constellation Secretive Plotter says what?]

"...When the scenarios end...can I meet you?"

Secretive Plotter remained silent for a long time. Long enough that Kim Dokja smiled, his soft sad smile that made Plotter's heart ache.

"Never mind, I know you have your reasons..." Dokja looked at the stars in the sky, "Just treat it as a foolish wish."

Impulsively Secretive Plotter offered,

[The Constellation Secretive Plotter says don't rush, we will meet one day...]

Kim Dokja blinked and then smiled, soft and shy, and for the first time in a long while Secretive Plotter felt as if he was once again experiencing his first spring.

"It's a promise!"

—

They grew closer then, close enough that his foolish incarnation began to challenge sub-scenarios alone and with only him as a companion. The Kim Dokja that everyone knew and that he knew were different, his Kim Dokja was less polite, less soft, more of a brat and an annoying rat that teased  him and tested him patience.

His Dokja had foresight, creative in solving problems and a complete hazard to himself. Secretive Plotter had half a mind to waste his probability and incarnate directly to teach his incarnation to behave and to not be so indecent. Secretive Plotter could no longer count the amount of times he had threatened other Constellations from issuing any sexual scenarios to his incarnation.

He could understand why Dokja attracted such folk. First, he was an idol and Kim Dokja was used to giving the occasional fanservice.

Second, Kim Dokja was an exceptionally charming man who didn’t know the extent of his charm.

Lastly, Kim Dokja was pretty. The kind of pretty that grew on you, slowly captured your attention until he was the only one you could pay attention to.

Plotter knew because he was the same as the rest of them when it came to his foolish and death wishing incarnation. He didn’t know when he started to look at his incarnation differently. What he knew was that he wanted to play with Dokja’s hair, brush away the hair that sometimes pricked Dokja’s eyes. He wanted to know if Dokja’s skin would be as soft and smooth as it looked like, if his eyes were just as pretty as it was behind the screen.

Would Kim Dokja shiver if he whispered in his ear? Or would he just smirk at him, tease him playfully?

Secretive Plotter wanted to know if his heart would beat fast if he held him in his arms, cradled him in it like the precious thing that he was. He wanted to know if Kim Dokja’s lips were just as delicious as they look.

It was for this reason that he had issued a sub-scenario for his incarnation.

[(Personal) Sub Scenario - One and Only Star] Category: Sub (Personal) Difficulty: S Clear Conditions: Perform for the Constellation Secretive Plotter Satisfy the Secretive Plotter Reward: The domain N'Gai's Forest will be permanently open to Kim Dokja Failure: ???

Secretive Plotter smiled and then began to prepare for his Dokja's arrival.

—

Kim Dokja was no stranger to the back door deals between idols and the rest of the industry bigwigs. He was lucky enough that his former company wasn’t pimping him out, or worry about sasaeng fans. But it didn’t mean that he hadn’t had his fair share of offers, “favors”, from fellow artists or producers he had worked with.

He never accepted but those experiences always left a bad taste in his mouth. Kim Dokja was well aware of how disastrous it would have been for him. The only way he could protect himself was to keep a certain level of distance with everyone else in the industry, enough that no one would ever think of him when it came to “parties” but not enough that he wouldn’t get any legitimate job offers.

It was the reason why he learned how to dress himself a certain way, dancing the line between pure and alluring. It was taxing but when he thought of having to return to his relatives, Kim Dokja preferred the quagmire of the idol industry. And yet, reading his Sponsor’s sub scenario, Kim Dokja wanted to do that sort of transaction.

‘...If it’s him…’  Kim Dokja looked at the brightly shining star that he knew was his sponsor, and licked his lips, ‘I don’t mind it one bit.’

With a smile he accepts the sub scenario.

—

In an old interview of his, after he had won the Best Newcomer Award the year he debuted, Kim Dokja remembered being asked what he liked the most about his job.

“It’s the feeling of having all eyes on me,” He replied, “knowing that I have all their attention when I perform.”

He had lied back then, what he truly liked was the idea that on the stage he was Guwon, an idol that was loved even if it was only as long as his song lasted. Kim Dokja could fool himself then, that he had a place in this world, that he was a being worthy of love.

And now, as he stood in a stage repaired just for him, his allies in the crowd of watchers, and his sponsor watching…Kim Dokja felt that his lie had, in this instance, turned into truth.

He smiled at the crowd, his gentle seductive smile as the first notes of his last song came out of the speakers. He walked slowly towards the front of the T Stage, hips swaying to the music and started singing,

“You already knew what this was when started, It’s alright, It’s alright, this is our secret Our lovely passionate secret”

Each step he took that brought him closer to the pole, had him slowly unbuttoning his dark trench coat that hid his skimpy costume.

“Turn off your phone and just focus on me, Isn’t this what you came for? A lovely sweet dream of me”

His coat slipped off and revealed his see through white blouse, nipples clearly visible through the fabric. His unbuttoned leather shorts that stuck on his skin, leaving nothing to imagination.

“My heart is burnt black, your place Your heart is pure white, my place Where should we continue this game?”

He climbed up the pole, his body on autopilot, as he continued to sing the only sex themed song he ever sang,

“My words are pure white, my place Your words are dyed black, your place Don’t forget where this game started

Don’t be so rough, don’t be too gentle, You can leave your mark Just remember nothing ever lasts”

He licked his lips, thinking, wondering if Secretive Plotter was enjoying this show made just for him in mind.

“My heart is burnt black, your place Your heart is pure white, my place Are you sick of this game?

My words are pure white, my place Your words are dyed black, your place Do you want this dream to be real?”

It’s too late, there’s no going back We made this bed of roses Stop worrying and just keep on going

I don’t want to end it like this, And you feel the same too, Let’s keep the start of this game our secret

My heart is dyed is white, your place Your heart is burnt black, my place This is our lovely sweet reality, our place.”

His clothes clung to his skin, soaked with sweat and Kim Dokja knew exactly what sort of picture he made when his face was flushed, panting softly with his slightly parted ruby red lips. He smiled at his audience and sang the last lyric of his song,

“Did you enjoy it, my love?”

[(Personal) Sub Scenario - One and Only Star]

Congratulations on completing the scenario, the reward is immediately available for use.

Kim Dokja disappeared in front of everyone.

—

As soon as the performance began Secretive Plotter watched without blinking or even taking his eyes off. He stared with heated eyes as Kim Dokja started to sing, thin scarless hands unbuttoning his coat with practiced ease, seductive and alluring. The sway of hips, the imprint of his bulge on that leather shorts, the perked pink nipples visible through the white see through shirt.

All of it made Secretive Plotter hard. It made him want to stop the show and teach his stupid incarnation a thing called “boundaries”.  Still he watched as Kim Dokja sang with a smooth sultry tone that promised dark secrets.

Kim Dokja’s pole dancing skills were professional. His artistic sense, drawing attention to the contours of his body, his voice, a wonderful instrument of lust. Secretive Plotter didn’t bother to deny his urge and released his throbbing cock as Dokja wrapped his legs around the pole and twirled downwards.

He rubbed his cock, languidly as he imagined fucking Dokja in front of that crowd, thrusting his cock in that virgin hole, mercilessly fucking him until he couldn’t stand, until his knees were bruised, until everyone in the Starstream knew who owned him.

He watched as the dokkaebi focused on Dokja’s chest, pink nipples straining against the cloth and covered with sweat. He gripped his cock, hands moving faster as Dokja’s throat became the focus of the screen, slowly moving up to ruby red lips and capturing how Dokja licked his bottom lip sexily.

Secretive Plotter groaned, he breathed deeply, he didn’t want to end his masturbation yet, the song was only halfway through, his eyes tracked the visible hardening of Dokja’s cock and he licked his lips.

His cock was bigger than Dokja, he was sure of it, he imagined how Dokja would moan if he rubbed their cocks together, wrapped it both with his hands while Dokja was tied up and wearing those shorts.

He wanted to defile him in those leather shorts, spill his cum on black cloth, marking Dokja in that way. He wanted to see Dokja walk in clothes stained by his cum, visibly limping while his cum flowed down his abused hole. Secretive Plotter wanted to ruin Kim Dokja for everyone else. The thought, the image of Dokja dirtied and sullied by him sent him over the edge, he aimed his cock to the screen.

The image showed Dokja with flushed cheeks, lips parted and eyes filled with joy. His cum covered the screen, covering Dokja’s face with thick white cum. Plotter leaned on his seat, stared at the desecrated image of Dokja and smirked.

He waited for Dokja to appear at the boundary of his home while he rested for a while, and when Dokja arrived a minute later, he stood up and didn’t bother to hide his cock. He hugged his incarnation from behind and immediately began accosting him.

His hands teased those pink nipples, pinching and tweaking it through the fabric, while he mouthed along Dokja’s neck. He rutted against his ass, hands undressing Dokja’s clothes while he groped him. Dokja’s moans were music to his ears, he let his wandering hands be guided by Dokja’s smaller ones, touching him where he wanted to be touched.

As soon as Dokja’s shorts dropped to the ground, he wasted no time in lifting Dokja and rubbing his cock against the hole and between Dokja’s thighs. Kim Dokja’s body was a pliant, sensitive thing that spurred on his lust. A small spark of probability to make turn Dokja’s asshole into a self-lubricating one, another spark to let it accept his cock without any preparation.

He kissed Dokja filthy, tongues entangled with each other and swapping saliva as he kissed Dokja without any regard for Dokja’s state of breathing. He thrusted his cock into Dokja’s warm and dripping hole, swallowed his moans as he vigorously slammed his cock in and out of the clenching walls.

His arms holding Dokja’s legs together as he treated his incarnation like a fleshlight, a warm hole to fuck and spill his come until all his frustrations were spent. He bit on Kim Dokja’s shoulder, listened to the sweet loud moans that fell from Dokja’s lips.

He ignored the heated looks from the Kkomas hiding behind bushes and branches.

He ignored the cries for mercy, to slow down, and kept on going, even when Kim Dokja let out a loud moan as he came. Secretive Plotter kept on thrusting his cock, fucking Dokja through his orgasm, supporting the limp body and drowning Dokja with praises that automatically fell from his mouth.

He spilled his first load inside Dokja, roughly turning his head towards him for another kiss.

As soon as he stopped cumming, Secretive Plotter licked his tears away and then smiled, soft, warm, loving, and most of all dangerous as he said,

“Welcome to N’Gai’s Forest, Kim Dokja.”

And then Kim Dokja could only let himself be fucked on the ground, the grass was his bed, as Secretive Plotter, his beloved sponsor, thrusted his cock inside, stretching and abusing his cum-filled asshole.

The lewd wet sounds of fucking could clearly be heard, interspersed with his moans, Dokja could only cover his face to hide his embarrassment as moans and Secretive Plotter’s name came out from his mouth. Soon it turned into begging, begging to be fucked harder, rougher, to be marked, to be bred by that monstrous throbbing cock that stretched him out so good.

He wrapped his legs around Plotter’s strong waist, leaving scratches on broad shoulders as Plotter ordered him to stop hiding his eyes, he stared into the face hidden underneath the veil, a familiar scarred face and pulled it closer for a sweeter kiss.

He wrapped his arms on Plotter’s neck and closed his eyes as he kissed him and clenched his hole to be filled again. It was a sloppy kiss, Dokja could only follow Plotter’s lead, moaning as an experienced mouth left more marks on his neck, as his nipples were sucked and teased relentlessly. His body was on fire and Plotter’s touch was the only cure.

His cock was stroked by large, scarred hands, heterochromatic eyes staring straight at him with a soft, gentle smile that promised things Dokja wanted.

“Plotter” Dokja called out, sweet, loving, and everything Secretive Plotter had always wanted.

“I want more.”

Secretive Plotter grins, eyes twinkling with love and lust as he devours Kim Dokja’s mouth and fucks him again. The sounds of fucking doesn’t stop for a long time, not even when Dokja’s cries and moans grew hoarse and faded.

—

From that point onwards, Kim Dokja accepts every personal sub scenario given by Secretive Plotter. Each scenario was lewder than the last, a special private show for his dotting and protective sponsor.

Kim Dokja learns how to be fucked by sentient vines, how to position his body just so to drive Secretive Plotter to edge. He learns how to moan prettily, softly, and barely there while Plotter’s invisible hands molest him in his room. He learns how to suck a cock properly without alerting anyone.

Secretive Plotter guides him in his foray into sexual acts, teaches him first hand, and rewarding him with a night he’d never forget each time he succeeds.

His heart was filled with love, his account filled with coins, and his hole constantly filled by Plotter’s thick white cum.

—

Secretive Plotter watched as Kim Dokja fought with an egg vibrator hidden beneath his clothes. If other constellations did what he was doing, he knew that their incarnation would end up dead. But with him around and his Dokja’s resourcefulness and quick wit, no harm would befall Kim Dokja.

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says separate from your group]

On the screen Kim Dokja talked to his companions, blind to the way Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him as he did as Plotter ordered.

‘The third round…is so useless’ He thought with disdain.

Then, once Kim Dokja was alone in a secluded part of the Demon Castle, he pressed the button. Turning it to the highest setting and watched as his incarnation immediately crumpled into the ground, moaning and panting.

In tandem with Kim Dokja’s movement, Secretive Plotter brought out his cock and began stroking.

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says good. Just like that, stroke yourself think of me]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says don’t hide your moans]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says Kim Dokja, let everyone remember that you are mine]

Through the screen Kim Dokja obediently followed his lover’s orders. Moaned out Secretive Plotter’s name shamelessly. His hands moving faster as he reached his climax, he slumped on the ground as he spilled his cum, panting heavily and calling out for his sponsor.

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says very good, Kim Dokja.]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter donated 100 000 coins]

“Mmmm…I miss you…Plotter.”

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says tonight at 10]

Neither him nor Kim Dokja paid attention to Yoo Joonghyuk who was hiding behind a pillar, fists clenched in anger and eyes filled with jealousy.

—

The scenarios grew harder and yet Kim Dokja was mostly at ease, there were moments when he felt at loss but Secretive Plotter never failed to bring his spirits back up. In this apocalyptic world, Kim Dokja found his reason to live.

He found his place in Plotter’s side.

And now on his 29th birthday Kim Dokja stared at the sleeping face of his lover, his body was littered with love bites, his asshole dripping cum and his back ached. And yet he had never felt happier.

He laughed softly when his lover frowned in his sleep. He smoothened out the crease between Plotter’s eyebrows. And when Plotter opened his eyes, he smiled at him and kissed his lips softly, a quick peck.

“Good Morning.”

“Dokja-ya, you need to sleep more” Plotter muttered, as he hugged his beloved and pressed him down the mattress, “It’s your birthday…take a…rest.”

Kim Dokja hummed and decided that his secret could wait.

“When we wake up, let me tell you my secret” He whispered as he closed his eyes to join his beloved Protagonist in the world of dreams.

‘Flawless’ you thought with dark envy. unmarred by the cruel world you have only ever known.

You do not doubt for a second that he was not your spawn. Not when his face was carbon copy of you. A version of you that you had never known because Yoo Joonghyuk grew up loved. You could tell from the state of his clothes, to the way his eyes looked.

You knelt before him, looked at him eye to eye and lied, “I wish we could have met in a different way.”

In the end he comes with you to your apartment. You fed him dinner, a sloppily made omurice and set it before him. You don’t speak or watch him eat, instead you sit across him and browse your phone. You do not know how to be a father because you had never known one. You search for answers on the net on what children needs, you buy books about parenting because there is no other option. Yoo Joonghyuk would not have a father or a home but at the very least he would not be mistreated in your care.

“...ahjussi...”

You look at him and wait for his next words.

“bath please.”

Wordlessly, you carry him to the bathroom and carefully prepared his bath. You didn’t speak beyond ordering him on what to do. You worked with him silently and carefully, watching him go through the motions of his routine before you sent him to your bed and told him to sleep.

You left him with in a dark room with only a lamp and his thoughts for company. You ran away from, carrying your change of clothes as you go back to the bathroom and have finally, finally, process the upheaval of your established life path. You have never wanted to be father.

-

The fundamental problem wasn’t about your preparedness or willingness to be a father. It was the fact that you have never known how to be kind or good or gentle. You were made of sharp edges and cold apathy. Yoo Joonghyuk had only ever known a mother’s warmth and blunt edges.

The best you could do was compensate for what you lack, you had never known hunger or the struggles of impoverish, and so you give Yoo Joonghyuk gifts. Drown him in material things if only to hide from him the messed up creature that you were. You buy him whatever caught his eyes, whatever he pointed at, you bought him the best and hoped he never saw the monster beneath your human skin.

‘Not yet...at least.’

Here is the thing you do not notice, no one is born cruel or hateful, for all of the absence of warmth in your life, your jagged edges and apathy, you were at the very least honest. And Yoo Joonghyuk could feel that.

He could feel your reluctance, your wariness, he was not blind to the sharp look in your eyes when first met. But he could also feel that you were trying your best, you held him carefully in your arms, shielding him from the cold with your thick coat. You asked him what he wanted to do and let him order you around, you don’t tell him stories but you leave him with a lamp and blanket tucked underneath his chin and a soft ruffle of his head.

It was not his mother’s gentle kiss to put him to sleep but it was enough.

‘Maybe father’s were this way’ Yoo Joonghyuk had thought as he fell asleep.

Tomorrow comes and Yoo Joonghyuk watched as you shower him with gifts and a smile that doesn’t really reach your eyes, he heard your sigh and he wondered whether he was a bother. But then you help him try his new clothes and he doesn’t know what to think of anymore.

You don’t kiss him on his cheeks or call him “Joonghyuk-ah” but you held his hand and looked at him in his eyes and you carry him close to yourself.

You feed him and wiped off the stains on his face without any chastisement.

 You are warm and gentle and kind and everything he thought a father would be. The sobs come suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk could not articulate why he felt sad when he had you now. All he knew was that it felt unfair.

“I miss mom” he cried.

He looked at you and waited.

“Everything will be alright” you said, softly, as you rubbed his back.

He waited.

But you don’t say anything else after that and Yoo Joonghyuk cried louder.

He wished that his mom didn’t have to die.