#orv fluff

He eyes [41] and many of his kkomas sitting on your lap, also watching the stream and donating coins on behalf of his name.

“[41].” The kkoma jumped slightly, below slowly raising his head to meet his eyes. 

“Great Plotter…” 

Your gentle squeeze on his arm, made him look towards you who gave him an relaxed smile. 

You always do this to spoil the kkomas. He knows that you know all of them are him, and yet, you treat them like they are your children ("our" children). 

“Let him be. If anything, he can use my probability-” 

“It’s fine.” He immediately counters, before looking back at the screen.

He briefly heard a little whisper of a “thank you” from [41], and felt more of his kkomas came to join them on your lap. 

He heard a little giggle, making his heart beat just once, before he sighs beneath his breath. 

In essence, weren’t you spoiling him anyway?

Life on N’Gai’s Forest was peaceful. 

Secretive Plotter leaned back against a tree alone for a bit, getting some space from his kkomas, and watched the world slow around him. Very soon, he felt a presence near him, and he opened up, allowing you to nestle in his arms. 

He’s not an affectionate person, in fact, he was told many times by his comrades (long long ago), that he was quite terrible at it. 

(Was it Lee Seolhwa? It’s been so long since he remember her name) 

Hence why, he lets you do it while he initiates it. 

The streams of light around them dimmed, casting a soft glow over their faces. 

"Sometimes I forget how beautiful this place can be," you murmured, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. It’s soothing he thinks, feeling another kind of touch with kind intentions. 

Sometimes, it makes him feel human. 

A wishful and useless thought, but nonetheless welcomed in his eternal life. 

She smiled, and didn’t mind the silence. She closed her eyes and savored the warmth of his embrace. 

"Let's stay like this a little longer."

He responded with a tighter embrace and a squeeze of assurance. 

Life on N’Gai’s Forest was peaceful. At least when it was just the two of you there. 

“Great Saintess, Kim Dokja is sacrificing himself again.” 

He felt his brow twitch in annoyance, an instinctive reaction, before shooting [666] a look. 

“Oh dear.” You patted his chest to calm him and turned to greet [666], and [999]. But of which now latched close to you while hiding from his glare. 

“Shall we, dear? We can’t let the hero of our story stop here, after all, he is the one you believe will reach the end of the story.” 

Without any response, you take his answer as confirmation, and try to sit up. 

Try being the key word, as he pulls you right back to his chest, and you feel a rumble in his chest. 

“Oh dear.” 

Secretive Plotter remained impassive as usual, despite his kkomas staring at him, bewildered. 

“I’m surprised, I thought you would attend the Constellation Banquet.”

Secretive Plotter sat on his throne watching the star stream as usual. 

Kim Dokja seemed to be looking for someone, probably him considering he seemed happy counting his loyal supporters, and confused that he couldn't find the last one.

“It’s not time yet.” He didn't want to reveal his identity to himself of this round or to the star stream as an Outer God anyway.

With a hum of acknowledgement, he heard you approach him from behind. 

“A shame. Archangel Uriel invited me and a plus one to attend.” You sigh, though he knew you didn’t want to go regardless. 

Somehow, you and Uriel had become pen pals, and was very much curious of your identity, though you had no means of revealing any of that soon. 

When he saw your classy gloved hand reach over to tap the screen, he immediately turned around.  

“A shame truly, I came dressed for the occasion.” 

For a moment, it was as if time had stopped, and the Secretive Plotter immediately rose from his throne. 

It was rare for you to dress outside your usual casual wear (Constellations need not to worry about food, and the same could apply to clothing), so seeing you in a formal black silk dress with stars adorning your figure surprised him.

You extended your hand, snapping him out of his trance. 

With a snap, his veil disappears, showing his true uncovered appearance, and black suit with elegant stripe patterns replaced his white trench coat. 

He bowed slightly, brought your hand to his lips for a gentle greeting, while his eyes captivated yours like a sea of stars. 

There was no need to be this formal or traditional, but he knew once in a while, it pleased you when he played along. 

"May I have this dance?" Secretive Plotter asked, and he saw you returned a shy giggle. 

"I thought you'd never ask." He pulled you in closer, and snapped his fingers, a small orchestra appeared in the background.  

As they danced under the stars, their movements in perfect harmony, the world around them seemed to fade away.

Secretive Plotter twirled you around and watched you smile lovingly towards him. He thought that his dancing skills earned in one of his past regressions would no longer be of use (he learned it for the same constellation banquet after all). 

But here he was, dipping you gently before stealing a little kiss. 

“Now, I feel happy that we did not go to the Banquet. Many would gawk upon your handsome appearance and be surprised that the Great Plotter is so capable and gentlemanly.” You teased as you leaned closer to him, and rubbed his broad shoulders.

Secretive Plotter didn’t comment on that, though he squeezed your waist, and with his intense look, one could wonder what he was thinking. 

When the music finally ended, the two of you still held onto one another in silence, just admiring each other and having a conversation with your eyes. 

“Great Saintess.” Until [999] pops up. “And Great Plotter.” He quickly added, sensing murderous intent thrown his way. 

“We’ve prepared a meal for both of you.” You squeeze his hand gently, before letting go, and perform a little curtsy. He matched with a gentleman’s bow. 

“Thank you [999] for informing us. Shall we?” 

Secretive Plotter extended his arm, ready for you to be escorted to the dining room, but to his surprise, [999] did the same. Eyeing himself from the 999th regression in his full human size in his regressor black outfit and eye patch, he felt the urge to fight him.

[999] dare to challenge him?

After all, [999] was a far cry from his current standing, smaller and less influential than him.

His memory may be lacking, but he didn’t think [999] was so daring. 

He ought to show him-

“Dear.” When he felt your arm link with his, Secretive Plotter broke out of his trance and feel you pat his arm a few times to calm him. 

Though, it was not completely successful as you also patted [999] on the head as you would to a child. 

In an instant, [999] returned back to his kkoma form and nuzzled in your gentle touch. 

“While I appreciate the gesture [999], that would be disrespectful of me to my husband. Please do not repeat such an action again.” [999] seemed defeated, and that did make Secretive Plotter feel better. 

[999] nodded cutely, and you smiled, giving the little kkoma a little kiss to his head. 

[999] flushed and quickly disappeared while you chuckle at his cuteness. 

When you turned your attention back to your husband, he stared at you intently, and you immediately knew he wanted one too.

“Oh dear, jealous of yourself?” 

You tease, but despite that, you give him a kiss on the cheek, making him satisfied and finally lead you to the dining room. 

Much to Secretive’s Plotter chagrin, many if not all of his kkomas were waiting for you two (but he knew it was really just you). 

Apparently, now all the kkomas want to be acknowledged by you in some way or form, and unfortunately, knowing you, you would do so as you adored him and his kkomas. 

He pulled out a chair for you to sit in, which you thanked him for, before taking a seat himself. 

Letting out a sigh, he knew he couldn’t stop the kkomas from trying, so he gave a nod. 

Before he knew it, you were surrounded by children (“our” children) and had to entertain them somehow. 

It’s fine, he tells himself. 

Secretive Plotter knew he would get you back soon, and would make sure his kkomas paid for taking your attention away.

After all, it was in his name. 

Okay, so, it may not be the best time to push his own agenda considering the situation. However, Yoo Joonghyuk is nothing if not good at chasing opportunities placed right in front of him. This little rat has no where to run here, in this place themed like a theater with no exit. There's no where for Kim Dokja to run.

He does try. Joonghyuk can see it in his eyes as he looks around. There is no escape here. They tried long before he had awoken.

It gets a little complicated when the screen starts to replay the first scenario, focused on the trickster man and his thoughts. There are a couple of revelations Yoo Joonghyuk hadn't really been ready for. It's... it's a lot to process.

The reader's face is on display. He ignores how pretty it is.

Yoo Mia is here, too, sat in the seat next to Joonghyuk. That guy is sat in the chair next to him on the other side, the other kid curled up in his lap. The child is sending him glares and vague death threat, sliding his thumb across his throat in the air.

Ignoring the kid, Joonghyuk just relaxes a little in his seat. They probably wont be attacked in this room that looks to be set outside of the usual scenarios. He's suspicious but there isn't anything he can do as they haven't been attacked yet.

He does keep an eye on the other incarnations in the back of the theater. There are some faces that are familiar and some that are not. The constellations are also here, he's ignoring the windows popping up in his face.

The peace doesn't last for long. Even taking into account that assholes squirely tendencies, it becomes very obvious very quickly that there isn't much they actually know about Kim Dokja.

The flickering screen was a little dramatic for his taste, but the image to come after drains his mouth of any moisture in it. He's left with a dry tongue that feels like sandpaper on the roof of his mouth.

It's a smaller Kim Dokja, in a shabby setting, looking shabby himself. He's in a ragged school uniform that looks too big. The little guy is malnourished and beat up. Those eyes look too tired for someone of that age. It makes Joonghyuks blood boil just looking at it. There is so much he wants to say about it. He wants to shake the slimy man and demand what exactly is going on in the picture. But he doesn't. He understands that's insensitive. Instead, he tries his best to say... something. Those starry eyes are turned on him as if expectant after all.

"Kim Dokja. You need to eat more, fool." He lacks the words to articulate everything he wanted to say while looking at Dokja's pitiful form on screen. He wants to ask why he's like that. Why he's so tired.

It only gets worse from there.

The kids were honestly the biggest help in keeping the man together, Shin Yoosung getting shoved into the reader's lap at some point or other, asking menial question while diverting Kim Dokja's attention.

"Only the strong can afford to be kind."

"A Dokja will always lead a Dokja's life"...'Whatever remains of it.'

"A common tragedy."

'Is this how I'm supposed to die instead?'

And there was a lot. A lot for the kids to distract him from.

He, Yoo Joonghyuk, is the protagonist of the story that Kim Dokja loved so much that it kept him alive. His story kept him alive.

He's still trying to process that fact and how it makes him feel. It's of no consequence when the screen keeps playing flashbacks to what is Kim Dokja's teenage years. And what misery he finds there. Yoo Joonghyuk hadn't been expecting from the most sarcastic and antagonistic bastard he's ever met.

It... It actually is kind of distressing, to have to sit here and just watch. He's useless, sitting here and not being able to do anything to help the guy who self-proclaimed himself Joonghyuk's companion.

He refuses to admit the rat is growing on him to anyone but himself. And even then it's very reluctantly.

The breaking point, for both the reader and his self control, is when a particular scene flickers onto the screen that is quickly becoming the bane of his existence. It started fine, with Namwoon's body dead on the floor again, but the scene quickly soured when it was replaced by what was undeniably Kim Dokja.

A tiny Kim Dokja that looked like he had been beaten nearly to death. There's- There's bruises everywhere. He pointedly ignores the ones on his neck that look like hands, no wonder that guy didn't react when he did it. Blood is also everywhere. Dokja's nose is broken and his lip is split to hell. He's... He's so thin-

Joonghyuk snaps his head over to look at their current Dokja, just to convince himself that they're fine- everything is fine-, except it's not. There are tears. The readers cheeks are wet.

He's crying.

Yoo Joonghyuk is many things. A warrior. A soldier. A brother. A protagonist, apparently. He's dealt with all kinds of situations and he has been soft when he needed to be. He has a sister after all. But he's not quite sure what to do in this situation. In a place that doesn't care about their feelings with a enemy that he can't fight with his hands.

Many of the other people in the group, Dokja's companions, have started to reach for the rat. So many of them have started to talk at once, layers and layers of words that are hard to separate from each other. The kids are babbling in the readers lap, tugging at him.

Kim Dokja doesn't answer.

His eyes are that same dull and tired, looking like he's ages away. The edges of his lips are slightly lifted in the ghost of a smile, but it looks like habit rather than an action with any actual effort. He's not listening and he hasn't said anything about the hands on his.

"Okay, okay, back it up!" Han Sooyoung shouts, pushing a couple of the hands away from Dokja with force. She sounds more exasperated than aggressive. Jung Heewon is the first to actual back up and take her hands off of the reader, sitting in her recliner with a sour face. The rest are still hovering slightly.

Yoo Sangah hadn't gotten up in the first place, just watching with knowing eyes from her seat next to the fussing Sooyoung. Joonghyuk doesn't like that woman. She knows more about the rat than he does and her sponsors are suspicious. Dokja likes her though.

The witch snaps her fingers in front of Dokja's face, close enough that she's almost touching his nose. Her face scrunches up when there is no reaction, not a flutter of his eyelids or a twitch. "Oh he's proper out of it."

Sooyoung is loud as she thinks, humming as she thinks of what to do. Suddenly, she's looking at Joonghyuk with knowing eyes and a snicker. Scowling at her, he gets up from his chair to mirror her doing so.

"Are you over whatever temper tantrum you had over being from a book?" She's smiling cheeky and he wants to punch her purely for the satisfaction it would give him. She doesn't get to be smug with him, that's not her right. "It's your turn to step up."

"What." he doesn't bother changing his tone, not like he ever does. This time, he means it as a demand, Sooyoung is getting on his nerves. He has no time for her cryptic sentences. Joonghyuk's hand twitches and he's so near to just pick her up and throw her-

"You're his comfort character." She says it like it's obvious, like it means something. It stuns him, how assured she is in her statement, as if that didn't just crack most of what he knew about the enigma named Kim Dokja. "So comfort him."

She waves her hand in a flourish in Dokja direction, her cheeky grin is shifting into a smug smirk. Joonghyuk is not going to punch the peanut gallery that is sort of helping him. Joonghyuk is not-

He steps forward, leaving where he was stood in front of his own recliner and walking a little to stand in front of Dokja. There is no recognition in those eyes, they blink but the dull fuzz hasn't left. He's no reacting to the things around him and it's concerning.

Despite himself, Yoo Joonghyuk knows he's seen this before. He's seen Kim Dokja do it before, it's just he now knows what it means. He wishes he didn't.

Everyone has been quiet this entire time, no one moving while the squid is out of it. He ignores them.

Joonghyuk debates crouching to be able to reach that guy easier, but standing here as he is he finds he is blocking the screen. That might be for best. Bending over a little bit, he hesitates with his hands reaching out to Dokja. He... He's not quite sure where to go from here. The kids on Dokja's lap are just kind of staring at him and it's making this awkward.

"You- You should grab ahjussi's face." Shin Yoosung speaks up, miming what she's talking about with her own hands on Gilyoung's face. Her hands are shaking. The kid doesn't seem very happy about it, but sits still all the same. "Like this. It- the face is very sensitive. He'll probably- probably be able to feel it easier."

Nodding at the girl, Joonghyuk reaches both of his hands forward and gently cups Dokja's face with his hands. They're quickly getting wet, the tears haven't really stopped even after all of this time. He wipes them away with his thumbs that were resting on the reader's cheek bones.

Sooyoung has started yelling at the screen, demanding it be turned off. There is no answer, the scene continues on no matter the thoughts or feeling of anyone in the room.

There's a subtle shift in Dokja's eyes, a hint of clarity that stays. It doesn't grow, but he doesn't go back to being dull again so Joonghyuk takes he little victories. The kids have vacated that guys lap, moving into the recliner that Joonghyuk had been sitting in. The reader sighs but doesn't say anything. He still looks out of it.

The two kids start to spout off random facts in whispers, most of them bizarre or weird, after a suggestion from a concerned Sangah. Yoo Mia and Lee Jihye move closer to do the same, each naming fun facts every so often. Shin Yoosung is holding Kim Dokja's hand. That guy leans into the hands Joonghyuk has on his face.

"Frogs use their eyeballs to swallow." That's what brings more clarity to Dokja's eyes. The reader swallows, the first actual action he's done in the past 10 minutes, and his eyes shift to look around the room. They catch in the air and he's probably reading a window. He looks away in the middle of reading.

"what?" the reader croaks out, his voice a little whispy and sort of difficult to pick up. Yoosung hears him anyway. She starts spouting off why, but Joonghyuk isn't listening. It worked. He doesn't know why, but it worked.

He sends Sooyoung a suspicious look. He is ignored. Joonghyuk drops his hands and he just... stands there for a bit. Is- would it be morally wrong of his to take advantage of this? This soft moment here?

Grumbling, he decides he doesn't care. The bastard wouldn't fault him either way. Joonghyuk squishes himself in next to Dokja, pinning their hips together. The reader complains perfunctory and squirms until he's essentially wedged up on his thighs. That wasn't very much resistance...

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~~~~~~

“Ah-!”

Sensual moans and gasps filled the room, entangled limbs moved perfectly together. The sounds they’re making could make anyone blush with shame and arousal. A lone figure stood quietly outside the bedroom, silently listening to the intense act. Both parties in the room didn’t sense the figure, passionately continuing their lovemaking. After a few minutes of silence, the figure silently walked towards the front door and left.

~~~~~

“Son of a bitch!” Dokja angrily slammed the cup he’s holding onto the table. His face flushed due to the alcohol and his eyes were teary with some redness at the corner. Dokja depressingly slumped his body on the table and cried out, “I treated him with love and respect but he actually cheated on me?!” Dokja filled his cup with more alcohol and drank it in one clean swoop. He then continued crying, and cursing his ex.

Not able to endure it anymore, Han Sooyoung lightly slapped Dokja’s shoulder while she nagged, “I already told you that guy is no good but you kept persisting saying he loves you.” Dokja paused his cries and looked up. He pouted, “You should be comforting me, not blaming me for my mistakes.” He glared at his best friend. Sooyoung felt a little amused. Glaring at me with his swollen eyes doesn’t look threatening at all. He looks a bit funny instead. Sooyoung shook her head and silently sighed in her heart.

“Get drunk with me, Sooyoung-ah.” Dokja said as he loosely swing his empty cup around while foolishly laughing. Sooyoung stared at him for one good minute before concernedly asked, “So, will you be going to Hyuk’s wedding?” Dokja stopped his movements and stayed silent as he contemplated on how to answer the question. Sooyoung waited but seeing him not saying anything, she finally relented and gave him a card. A business card to be exact. Confused, Dokja held the car before opening his mouth, “What’s this?” The fancy letters ‘Aimer’ printed on the car looked exquisite, confusing Dokja even more. Is this supposed to be my solution? Dokja questioned in his mind.

Sooyoung nodded as if she could read his thoughts, “This can be your solution.” Dokja looked at her in disbelief. Is she drunk? He thought and gave Sooyoung a condescending glance. Sooyoung understood his gaze. She held the urge to smack him and explained, “A friend of mine gave this to me. It’s a service for hiring partners. My friend works there as one of the workers” She paused before continuing, “If you don’t have any solutions, try hiring one as your boyfriend. Well, it’s a one time thing anyways.” Dokja held the card silently before responding, “I’ll consider it.” He then put the card into his pocket.

~~~~~

After bidding farewell to Sooyoung, Dokja went back to his apartment. It was only a little bit after 4pm but the apartment looked cold and desolate as if it’s ownerless. Dokja loosened his tie, walked into his bedroom and tossed his bag at the corner of the room. Not bothering to change his clothes, he then slumped on his bed, making a fwomp sound. He laid there, staring at the dark ceiling of his bedroom. Countless thoughts swarmed his mind.

It’s been a week since he caught his boyfriend cheating. He was heartbroken of course but it’s not like he didn’t expect it. This isn’t the first time it’s happened. Kim Dokja has never had a lasting relationship. They either cheat on him or leave him for a woman. The first few times, he was optimistic but now, he’s losing hope. Am I destined to grow old alone? Dokja sighed heavily. He then remembered his promise to his friend, Hyuk.

Hyuk, one of his few friends in university was getting married. Hyuk knew he was gay and accepted it well, hence Dokja felt comfortable with him. When he told Hyuk he had a boyfriend, Hyuk was very happy and told Dokja to bring his partner to the wedding. Dokja promised him but unfortunately, that cursed of a boyfriend cheated on him.

Dokja harshly rubbed his face. It’s not a big deal to tell Hyuk that he broke up with his partner. But he didn’t want to endure any possible pitying gazes. Being gay in this country isn’t something that is widely accepted. Even though most people are more open and accepting these days, they still have some prejudice about it. To them, having a gay relationship can cause unhappiness due to the challenges. It’s better off to be with a woman they say.

With repeated disappointments of his love life, Dokja felt somewhat pessimistic. He continued staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before moving his hand towards his pocket. The card Sooyoung gave him is in there. He sat up, contemplated for a long while before taking out his phone. He dialed the number written on the card and waited nervously. If after three beeps they don’t pick up, I’ll hang up and forget all about this. Dokja confirmed his resolve.

The call connected on the second beep. A cheery voice came out, “Hello, this is Aimer’s office. What can I help you with?” With mixed feelings of both regret and relief, Dokja nervously replied, “Um yes, I would like to hire a partner, please.”

“Of course, tell us your preferences and we’ll find one for you. We have a wide variety of female partners to choose from. Please also take note that our workers do not provide any sexual services. They are only to accompany you in your life within a limited time frame. If there are any reports that you violate the rules, you will be blacklisted and sued.” The last few sentences were said in a heavy manner.

Dokja was silent for a few seconds before blurting out, “I want a boyfriend.”

“…” The person on the other side was obviously taken aback. They were silent for a few seconds before responding kindly.

“I apologise for my assumption that you needed a female partner. Yes, of course, same sex partners are also available here.”

Dokja let out a sigh of relief in his heart. He then told the other person his preferences and hung up the call. Dokja sat on his bed, staring at the floor before shaking his head and went on to take a shower.

That night, he received an email informing him of the meeting time and date. They also sent him information of his hired boyfriend.

Yoo Joonghyuk… Dokja said silently. He felt that he’s seen Yoo Joonghyuk somewhere. He shook his head to remove nonsense thoughts and confirmed the date and time were aligned with his free time before shutting off his phone. In the midst of falling asleep, Dokja softly muttered, “I hope things will go well…”

~~~~~

Saturday arrived quickly. Dokja wore one of his best outfits for the meet up. It wasn’t too sloppy nor too fancy but it was just right. He then took a bus to the café, the place where he and Joonghyuk will meet. He walked into the café and was immediately greeted with the fresh smell of coffee and pastry. Dokja arrived a few minutes early so he sat at an empty spot near the window. The moment he sat down, the bell on the door chimed, signaling another customer coming in. Dokja looked up and a pair of deep brown eyes meet his gaze.

Dokja was startled and before he knew it, the owner of the eyes walked and stood in front of him. The man in front of him then asked, “Kim Dokja?” Not yet recovering from seeing a very familiar face, Dokja subconsciously nodded. The man then sat in front of him.

The atmosphere was silent between the two of them before Dokja opened his mouth, “Um, Yoo Joonghyuk?”

“Yes” Joonghyuk answered smoothly.

“Oh” They both went silent again.

Dokja was truly surprised. He really didn’t expect the Yoo Joonghyuk he hired as a temporary boyfriend was his university classmate Yoo Joonghyuk. A real shocker indeed. He was curious why Joonghyuk has this job when in his memories, Joonghyuk has always had outstanding grades. Also, isn’t he straight? Dokja pondered. There has never been a rumor that Joonghyuk likes men and he’s very popular with the girls so everyone just assumed he’s straight.

As Dokja was lost in his thoughts, Joonghyuk cleared his throat to get Dokja’s attention. As if knowing what Dokja was thinking, Joonghyuk answered, “The owner is my relative so I occasionally help them.” Dokja nodded in understanding. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Joonghyuk continue in a slightly low tone, “I am also like you.”

“What?” Dokja blurted out. “No, sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just surprised.” Dokja frantically explained.

Joonghyuk nodded, signaling that he understood. Not sure if it’s because of Joonghyuk confirming he’s gay or something but Dokja felt less nervous. Dokja turned to look at the counter and the long array of pastries. He asked, “Do you want anything?”

“Just a cup of coffee”

“Okay” Dokja stood up and walked to the counter to queue. While waiting for his turn, he felt a bit giddy. It’s a lie if he said he isn’t attracted to Joonghyuk. The man was basically his type. Dokja felt excited at the prospect of dating Joonghyuk. No. Dokja shook his head. What am I thinking? This is only temporary. I’m too easy to fall for someone tsk. Dokja gave himself a self-depreciating smile. After coming back with their order, they started discussing.

“Since the wedding is in 3 days, do you want to get to know each other by hanging out with me? Dokja asked. “It’s just until the wedding day. It’s to make us familiar with each other in order to not blow our cover.”

“Yes, that’s good for both of us.” Joonghyuk nodded.

Dokja smiled, “Then what do you wanna do today?” Joonghyuk glanced at his watch before coming to a decision.

“It’s still early. I’ll take you out to somewhere.”

“Oh, you drive?”

“Yes.”

Dokja was pleasantly surprised. He thought Joonghyuk came to their meeting place with a bus. Well then, don’t mind if I do. Dokja quipped in his heart happily.

~~~~~

Dokja stood in front of his apartment’s door as he watched Joonghyuk’s car leaving the area. It was night and they spent their whole day hanging out. Dokja took a deep breath as he held a stuffed animal that was almost half his size, plastic bags containing various food and some shopping bags. He got into his apartment and walked towards the small kitchen. He placed the food on top of the table and went to his bedroom. The shopping bags were placed on his bed with the stuffed animal included.

After he finished his shower, Dokja laid down and stared at the stuffed animal before tightly hugging it. He felt what he experienced today was unreal. It’s been so long since he felt the excitement of a date. Joonghyuk, during the whole date was amazing. He was so considerate and gentle. Even though he rarely talked, his actions made Dokja’s tummy filled with butterflies.

Dokja squealed silently and rolled a few times on the bed before calming down. Get it together. This is temporary. After the wedding, we’ll separate. He determinedly reminded himself. He felt a bit sad after the reminder but he will still cherished his memories today. He smiled before slowly drifting off to sleep.

~~~~~

Three days passed in a blink of an eye and the wedding day arrived. Dokja nervously check himself in the car to make sure he was decently dressed. After confirming his look on his own, he turned to Joonghyuk beside him.

“How do I look?”

“You look fine.” Joonghyuk paused a few seconds before answering.

“Your answer isn’t convincing at all.” Dokja huffed and glared at Joonghyuk. He then continued checking in the rearview mirror.

“You look as handsome as always.” Joonghyuk was silent before muttering.

“What did you say?” Dokja didn’t hear it clearly as he was still nervously fixing his appearance.

“Nothing.” Joonghyuk turned his head to look outside. After a few minutes, seeing that Dokja still wasn’t done, he urged him. “You look fine. We should go. Your friend is probably waiting for us right now.” He gently patted Dokja’s back, urging him to get out of the car.

“Fine, fine.” Dokja grumbled. He got out and when he saw there were a lot guests, he felt nervous again. He went to Joonghyuk’s side and silently grabbed his arm for support.

Joonghyuk patted Dokja’s hand and walked slowly towards the entrance. They saw Hyuk and his newly wedded wife thanking the guests for coming. Hyuk was facing the entrance venue so he clearly noticed Dokja and Joonghyuk walking towards him and his wife. He was momentarily surprised when he saw Joonghyuk.

“You’re here!” Hyuk exclaimed as he hugged Dokja and patted his back in a friendly manner. Dokja smiled and did the same. Dokja then introduced Joonghyuk to them.

“This is my boyfriend, Yoo Joonghyuk” Dokja smiled, masking his nervousness.

Hyuk and his wife greeted Joonghyuk good-naturedly. Hyuk shook Joonghyuk’s hand and said, “I didn’t expect you both to date.” Hyuk laughed. “Have you guys been dating since university?”

“No, we started dating after both of us graduated.” Dokja answered.

“That’s good, that’s good.” Hyuk smiled.

After the introduction, Dokja, Hyuk and his wife started mingling together, laughing and sharing stories with Joonghyuk occasionally adding in some words. During the whole conversation, Joonghyuk’s hand never left Dokja’s waist. Hyuk and his wife noticed this and smiled. They then excuse themselves, telling Dokja and Joonghyuk to eat to their heart’s content.

They watched as Dokja and Joonghyuk walked away with Joonghyuk still not letting go of Dokja’s waist.

“They’re such a good couple.” The wife sighed admirably. Hyuk nodded in agreement. During the whole conversation, he noticed that every time Dokja talked, Joonghyuk would look at him with a gentle and doting gaze. I don’t think Dokja noticed it though. But that’s alright. It’s good that there’s someone who loves him. Hyuk smiled and went on continue greeting the guests.

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Joonghyuk sent Dokja back to his place. He stopped his car in front of the building. Dokja didn’t move to get out of the car and Joonghyuk didn’t urge him. They both sat quietly in the car.

“Hey” After a while, Dokja opened his mouth. He bit his lip nervously and glanced up at Joonghyuk. He wanted to ask something but he didn’t dare to open his mouth. Joonghyuk waited silently. Seeing Dokja still contemplating, Joonghyuk cleared his throat.

“After this… when are you free?” Joonghyuk asked. Dokja abruptly lifted his head, locking eyes with Joonghyuk. Startled, Joonghyuk looked away, his body tense and his jaw clenched.

Dokja stared at him for a few minutes, making Joonghyuk feel more nervous. Joonghyuk was already giving up when a pair of arms softly wrapped around his neck. A light kiss was planted on his cheek. Dumbfounded, Joonghyuk stared blankly at Dokja. Dokja’s face flushed.

“What, you don’t like the kiss?” Dokja huffed, trying to hide his embarrassment. Waking up from his stupor, Joonghyuk gently laughed which made Dokja even more embarrassed. Joonghyuk raised his hand and placed it on Dokja’s cheek. He gently caressed Dokja’s soft cheek with a slight smile decorating his lips.

“How could I ever dislike it?” Joonghyuk said softly.

“Hmph”

They spent a few minutes just gazing each other with Dokja’s arms hugging Joonghyuk’s neck and Joonghyuk gently caressing Dokja’s cheeks. They didn’t know who started first but the distance between them was slowly decreasing. They shared a soft and light fluttery kiss. The kiss wasn’t lusty or steamy. Just a kiss filled with the love they had for each other.

After the kiss, Dokja buried his face in Joonghyuk’s neck, trying to hide flushed face. Joonghyuk chuckled and gently caressed Dokja’s head. They enjoyed each other’s presence for a few more minutes.

“Can I hire you again? The kind that doesn’t have a time limit”

“Yeah, you can.”

END

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Author's note:

Really, really sorry for the late post. I'm on a trip and the internet here sucks really bad. Couldn't even load tumblr smh. Anyways, I'm not too sure abt the flow of this fic cause I'm not used to writing fluff but i hope y'all will enjoy it nevertheless. Pls excuse the poor grammar. Thank you!

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Shin Yoosung had been the one to bring it up, surprisingly enough. She had turned to the two other kids shoved into the same recliner and proposed an idea. "What if… What if we do what Ahjussi does?"

Yoo Mia will never say she is surrounded by geniuses, she is always the smartest in the room -except for her oppa-, but she will begrudgingly admit that Yoosung wasn't the dumbest person she has ever met.

Lee Gilyoung was just excited to be doing what Dokja does. His body jerks as if he wants to jump up but he stopped at the last minute. A shiny grin is turned toward the girls and it's almost blinding. "Hyung is amazing, we should try it."

"Okay, so, pretty ahjussi starts by finding what he wants. What do we want?" Mia is the one to actually get it started, putting the first step out there. They have to think for a few minutes, the screen before them continuing to play. Dokja just got a hidden scenario.

"I got it!" Yoosung whisper yells as Gilyoung jumps from his seat and cheers. The loud noise is good for disguising her unnecessary loud exclamation. Mia shushes her in a hissing voice, looking around to make sure none of the grown-ups had heard any of them. All of the adults are paying attention to the movie screen.

"What?" Mia hisses at her, keeping an eye on Gilyoung who was now jumping up and down in place. He's a good cover up if nothing else.

"We can ask ahjussi for his plan to kill the sea monster thing." Yoosung brings her voice down again, squishing close to Mia to make room for Gilyoung to join them again in the chair. Mia nods along, agreeing to the idea.

Gilyoung nods along as well, his eyes switching from worship into something that can be considered more calculative. Maybe there really is something of that ahjussi in him. "That one star guy that likes hyung would probably try to stop us though, and hyung might not even agree in the first place."

"Then we find what will make them agree." Mia agrees with him, there are a couple of obstacles for them to work around. She thinks for a little bit but isn't able to come up with anything good to convince anyone. There isn't much they can do in this theater room.

"Oh!" Yoosung perks up from where she was hunched over trying to think, she's much quieter than she had been the first time. Mia nods, that's very good. She points at Yoo Mia in as non obvious of a way as she can. "The plotter ahjussi seems to like you"

Mia thinks really hard about that, trying to figure out why the constellation seems to like her. She comes up short of an answer, but it's the best shot they've got right now so she agrees to be the one to convince that guy. Gilyoung is the one to perk up next.

"Hyung is susceptible to puppy dog eyes, I've been able to get away with a lot because I made my eyes big and teared up a little bit." He thinks a little more and then continues with the thought. "Maybe it will have an affect on the plotter ahjussi too?"

That's… That's actually really smart. Why hadn't she thought of that?

"We'll do that then." They all connect their little pinky fingers and nod at each other. They devolve into quiet giggles when their done, each still whispering and waiting for the perfect moment to start their plan.

It isn't long before that chance comes to them.

When the dragon guy sends in his message, something something privilege or whatever, they decide to pounce. Yoosung is up first.

"Pretty ahjussi, why did you buy those things?" She thinks about sad sad things to get her eyes to tear up a bit. She's really got to sell it here, ahjussi is too good at figuring these things out and they need this to work. "Won't you explain it to me? I don't understand?"

She can see it working in real time. Dokja looks conflicted, stuck between melting at the cuteness Yoosung must be emitting and the suspicion that they're up to something.

Mia and Gilyoung turn to him as well, the same big and teary eyes that she has. It's working wonders to break down ahjussi's walls. Now, if they just push a little further…

Kim Dokja runs a hand through his hair, looking at them with exasperation on his face. He looks like he's actually considering telling them. He was going to open his mouth when a window pop up interrupts him.

[The Constellation 'Secretive Plotter' declares his dislike for spoilers once more.]

Their faces fall when Dokja throws his wall of resistance back up, looking satisfied that he had a reason to refuse. When he goes to actually deny them, Mia pinches both Yoosung and Gilyoung making them both look close to actual tears. They pinch her back and she curls into herself at the feeling -that hurt-, and tears jump to her eyes more.

It's Yoo Mia's turn to fulfill the plan.

Each of them put on pouting face, it feels weird to Mia to stick her bottom lip out like this. Sha hasn't done this before. In her chest something warms and she is reluctant to admit it feels nice to be included in something like this. She dips her head out of view, curling into her knees so she's able to smile in victory without anyone seeing. It would ruin the plan.

And with all of that?

[The Constellation 'Secretive Plotter' concedes and agrees that incarnation 'Kim Dokja' should explain his plan.]

And with that, they have won. Looking to each other with big smiles, they celebrate their little victory silently. They had done what Dokja does and they had succeeded. Mia uncurls from where she had hunched over and grins at the others who are bouncing in the chair.

A contemplative hum breaks their moment of victory, it was the man himself. When they look over, they see the smarmy smile he wears when he's scamming people. He looks slightly proud too, but his face just screams that somethings wrong.

Crap. They forgot this all depends on the reader. Had they been found out? That face is never a good sign.

The next words to come out of his mouth broke their hearts. They had celebrated too early.

"No, no. He's right. It would be considered spoilers. You should wait. They'll show it and I'll explain whatever isn't said." All at one, they all melt in the chair and groan.

"All of that work! For nothing!" Shin Yoosung is the first to voice her complaints. Gilyoung complains next. Mia decides it's not good to grieve over failure.

"We'll get it next time." She assures, nodding resolutely at the others. Dokja reaches over to pat each of their heads with a softer smile.

Well, they won either way at least.