#dokja

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soft, a little aching, the kind of love that feels like it was never meant to exist but somehow does.

Being loved by Kim Dokja never felt like being chosen at first. It felt like being... noticed. Not in the loud, obvious way. Not like someone calling your name across a crowded room. But in the quiet moments, when no one else was looking.

He would remember things; The way you hesitated before speaking. The way your fingers curled slightly when you were nervous. The exact tone of your voice when you said you were "fine" and how it never really meant that.

Kim Dokja didn't say much. But he knew.

At first, it was subtle. A drink placed beside you before you realized you were thirsty. A conversation steered away before it could hurt you. A hand brushing yours, not by accident, but never staying long enough to be certain.

He loved you like someone reading a story he didn't want to disturb. Carefully. Reverently. As if one wrong move might make you disappear.

But loving him was different. Because Kim Dokja never believed he was part of a happy ending. So when you looked at him... really looked at him... he would pause. Like a character who had just realized that he wasn't supposed to be seen.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he once asked.

And you didn't answer. Because how could you explain that he felt more real than the entire world around you?

The first time he held you, it wasn't because he wanted to. It was because he thought it might be the last time.

His arms wrapped around you with quiet urgency, like someone trying to memorize the shape of something he was about to lose. You felt it then. That fear, not of death. Not of pain. But of leaving you behind.

Being loved by Kim Dokja meant understanding things he would never say. It meant knowing that every time he smiled softly at you, he was already preparing to let you go. It meant realizing that when he stood in front of you, between you and danger... he wasn’t being brave. He was being inevitable.

But you stayed. And that... changed everything.

Because for the first time, Kim Dokja hesitated. Not in battle. Not in strategy. But in choice. His eyes would linger on you longer than they should. His steps would slow when you walked beside him. His plans, perfect, calculated, merciless began to falter.

"You shouldn't stay with me" he said once, quietly. Not cold. Just… certain. As if he had already read the ending where you suffered because of him.

And yet... when you reached for his hand, he didn’t pull away.

That was how you knew. Not through grand confessions. Not through desperate promises. But through the smallest rebellion in his nature.

Kim Dokja... the man who would sacrifice everything for the world was starting to choose something else.

You.

It wasn't loud and it didn't fix him.

But in the quiet space between one disaster and the next… he would sit beside you, closer than necessary. His hand, hesitating before finally, slowly holding on.

And in that fragile, fleeting moment…

Fandom: ORV

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Esta es mi primera publicación y lo hago con un fanart de Dokja y en su cumpleaños, así que