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indeed aaaaaa, i look like a magician who fucked up fire-

Good for you rose-finch

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Two Seekers ~ Joongdok/Dokhyuk

(Part 6 of 6)

“I’ll look at you however. At least I rescued you from your idiotic self being found dead on the bus station.” Yoo Joonghyuk spoke clear and soft, his arm single arm propping him over Kim Dokja’s figure. 

“You followed me. Again. How is it my fault you keep following me?!” Kim Dokja retorted, hitting a part of Yoo Joonghyuk. “It’s you who were the bastard to follow me, and now flaunt?” 

Kim Dokja could almost see how the words impacted Yoo Joonghyuk. The latter took a sharp breath and pulled the turtleneck’s neckline to incline himself further onto Kim Dokja. As he spoke this time, he didn’t bother hiding obvious offense and concern. “I have to follow you. The shit you get yourself into is too risky.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice was loud. He hadn’t exclaimed, just raised his voice. It was enough to cause Kim Dokja to close his ajar lips. Kim Dokja winced once and blinked back a few tears at the feeling of a bruise or broken bone being pressed on. 

His face contorted into pain and Yoo Joonghyuk bit his lower lip, seemingly angry at himself.

The younger male immediately withdrew and Yoo Joonghyuk’s lower lip trembled before he managed to get out his first apology in almost years. “I’m sorry… Dokja.” 

Kim Dokja lifted his arm and subtly wiped any tears that were near his eyes, he took a shaky breath. A part of him was too stunned to speak while the other part wanted to inform Yoo Joonghyuk that it was fine—he was fine. 

Although a lie in itself.

But the ache had caused his vision to see stars and waver. 

Kim Doja knew his hypocrisy, but let Yoo Joonghyuk lean into him and speak slowly, “Kim Dokja. Understand this that what you do hurts.” 

Hurts? 

Kim Dokja closed his eyes in confusion. He was the one hurt and at times Yoo Joonghyuk even—

Yoo Joonghyuk’s grip tightened on the neck of his shirt, making him let out a shuddered breath. “ And keep in mind you fool. It isn’t fun just seeing you double over and collapse in an alley.” Yoo Joonghyuk chose his words carefully, but Kim Dokja couldn’t help but move his head to the side. “Why do you care?” 

Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips parted, and the distance in between their faces was so little. Kim Dokja should’ve kicked—or fought the latter. But his body and brain seemed to betray his outrageous demands.

The taller male clicked his tongue. “Because you don’t.” Kim Dokja froze, his head turning to face Yoo Joonghyuk. His eyes flicked to catch the beauty. Never had he studied Yoo Joonghyuk this close, not when the latter had slammed him against the wall and threatened to choke him.

Irrationality grew in his body. 

Yoo Joonghyuk was a man who stuck to his stereotype. Cold, ruthless, and emotionless. But perhaps stereotypes were only incorporated to hide the blatant desire for affection. Kim Dokja took a quiet breath, and Yoo Joonghyuk muttered slowly, almost closing in more. 

“I’m going to kiss you. Kim Dokja.” 

Kim Dokja’s brain short-circuited. “You fucking bastard,” he hissed before lifting his arm that throbbed with ache as it pulled the latter’s necklike of his tank. Yoo Joonghyuk slipped his hand behind Kim Dokja’s head and tilted his jaw with his thumb—

Close. 

Kim Dokja pulled on Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirt and their lips were met with pressure. His other hand found its way in Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair and tangled it, locking their kiss. 

Yoo Joonghyuk’s other hand traversed across Kim Dokja’s neck and face. Damn him and his abdominal strength.

Yoo Joonghyuk pressed almost closer, kissing reverently as if his desire was finally fulfilled. The unhealed cut on Kim Dokja’s lower lip resumed bleeding, similarly to Yoo Joonghyuk. Kim Dokja couldn’t help but give a smirk.

He recalled following Yoo Joonghyuk a few times where he had caught the latter wiping blood off his lip sensually. It was captivating and the desire to know the—

Yoo Joonghyuk seemed equally riled. 

Recalling the stalks, hits, and scams they’d landed on each other. 

“You’re fucking stupid,” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured into the kiss. His brows knitted. “I will admit being the bastard to let you out of my sight.” 

“I’ll never let you out of my sight.” 

Kim Dokja shivered, Yoo Joonghyuk sounded determined. Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand moved so swiftly it set sparks where the fingers touched. 

“Stupid.” Kim Dokja let himself speak, not giving in to the other man’s exoticness. “You plan on playing seek and seek?” He muttered, pulling away from the kiss. “There are two seekers who think they're both not the hiders.” 

Yoo Joonghyuk hummed lowly, “Kim Dokja.”

Kim Dokja’s eyes trailed back at Yoo Joonghyuk, whose lips were stained in both their blood. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing—having blood mixed. But the spur had made him reckless. “Kiss me again you bastard.”

Yoo Joonghyuk was obliged to.

~ the end

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Two Seekers ~ Joongdok/Dokhyuk

(Part 5 of ?)

Kim Dokja had studied Yoo Joonghyuk a lot. Ranging from meetings and to occasionally just following the latter. Kim Dokja knew he wasn’t the only one who did that, he had caught Yoo Joonghyuk four times in the same day once. 

They had studied each other as if it were their final exam from college. Yoo Joonghyuk might’ve repeatedly licked his upper lip, indirectly telling Kim Dokja that he was waiting to say something but wasn’t. 

He had seen that behaviour when they had gotten stuck in an elevator. Another incident of both of them stalking each other. The latter man had a weird habit. 

If Kim Dokja considered it, then Yoo Joonghyuk had that look far too many times when he was yelled at or insulted/mocked by people. 

Kim Dokja took a shallow breath, “say if u have to.” His voice came out less rude than intended. “If you have to say something, then just say it! Dammit. Yoo Joonghyuk—nghh-” his ribs flooded with pain. Kim Dokja’s Adam's apple bobbed again, and he knew keeping anger and annoyance was better than answers and confrontations.

He hissed in pain as Yoo Joonghyuk pressed again. If this bastard wanted to shut him up, it worked. 

There were so many wounds and injuries worse than this. WHY? Why did it ache so much? Yoo Joonghyuk had undeniably landed worse injuries. None of them ached this badly when he was in his bathtub, still in clothes and letting himself heal by the hot water. 

Kim Dokja shivered, the air conditioning hitting him again. 

Yoo Joonghyuk pursed his lips and blinked, picking up bandages and picking up Kim Dokja’s arm. “Do you think earning these many wounds is worth the job?”

“You think.” Kim Dokja nit-picked. 

Yoo Joonghyuk spared him a glare before continuing, “at least got what you were assigned?”

“You know what I was assigned.” 

“I’m asking, did you get it or not?” Yoo Joonghyuk’s grip tightened warningly, as if reminding Kim Dokja that he was still at Yoo Joonghyuk’s mercy.

Kim Dokja looked away, closing his eyes, “I did. I was promised 47% of it.”

Yoo Joonghyuk glanced up at him. “How much?”

Kim Dokja hesitated in responding, but replied, “126500000 won… around that much.”

He waited for a flicker in Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes, something that spoke, I’ll steal it now.

However, Yoo Joonghyuk nodded and looked down. It was confusing once again, in the past Yoo Joonghyuk had effortlessly stolen Kim Dokja’s stash, taking advantage of his injuries. 

Kim Dokja noticed the reddened knuckles of Yoo Joonghyuk. It was so damn confusing. The latter put adhesive and closed the bandages on his arm. 

Yoo Joonghyuk’s common remark should’ve been. “Give me the money and go untouched.”

And it’d be not many punches and hits after Kim Dokja would be almost staggering as Yoo Joonghyuk walked away, a somewhat emotionless triumph on his face. 

Now, Kim Dokja noticed Yoo Joonghyuk’s adam’s apple bobbing at times, indicating he was either pissed off or disgusted with what he was presented. And that would be Kim Dokja’s bloody torso and bruising chest.

Kim Dokja wanted to roll his eyes. “You have no right to scold me, bastard.” He spoke, glad that his vocal cords added the desired roughness to his voice.

…

Kim Dokja bit his lip. Why was he making that face? Yoo Joonghyuk’s brows were the slightest knitted, and he closed his eyes for longer time intervals than needed. 

It almost looked like…

Kim Dokja shook his head in denial of the thought. 

He let out a staggered breath and decided to inwardly focus on Yoo Joonghyuk. Upon the latter’s arms, multiple jagged cuts splayed here and there. His fingertip was surely bleeding but it seemed to be overcoated in Kim Dokja’s own blood. 

Other than that, the latter also had a busted lip. Blood seemed to seep out at random times. But despite being injured enough himself, Yoo Joonghyuk was focusing on Kim Dokja. Tending his wounds with a soft look in his eyes, something so different from the primal and dangerous glare that he usually wore.

It drove him mad. Maybe taking both definitions of American and British. Angry and crazy. 

Why was Yoo Joonghyuk looking at him as if he were a thing of affection?

Kim Dokja scrunched his brows, pursing his lips before speaking slowly, his rasp had returned, “don’t look at me like that.” He knew that indirect anger had slipped into his voice—

Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja knew the latter didn’t mean it. How could Yoo Joonghyuk believe nother one of Kim Dokja’s filthy lies when his gaze was the reason the latter was calm. “I’ll look at you however I want.” Yoo Joonghyuk leaned his figure over Kim Dokja to speak clearly. 

Why bother with secrets when you’ve stalked answers out? 

~ to be continued~

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Two Seekers ~ Joongdok/Dokhyuk

(Part 4 of ?)

A soft, damp, and warm washcloth was pressed against Kim Dokja’s nose with a gentle press. And Kim Dokja awoke to the soft sigh of someone. 

—Cough

His eyes felt as though they were glued together, but in a coat, that was strong without force. When he opened them, he was greeted by a dull sight. A black blanketed mattress, black and white walls with fitting decor, and dull orange light.

It smelt like air conditioning and the hint of expensive cologne. He blinked a little, letting his eyes adjust, and moved his arm a little, only to have it pinned down on the mattress again. He tried lifting his head, but the hand against his nose pushed him down again.

He was pushed back into the plushy pillow. “Yoo Joonghyuk,” Kim Dokja groaned out. 

He was originally lying on the bed, with— he caught the sight of his jacket folded and placed on the bed edge, while his shirt had been left with only one hand in one sleeve, showing the injury that had caused him to lose consciousness. Other wounds such as reddened skin that hinted at future bruises and scratches with scabs or swollen lifts of skin.

They were all exposed to Yoo Joonghyuk. 

It was confusing, yes. Why was this bastard helping him? Yoo Joonghyuk was supposed to leave him to bleed out and flaunt away in his sleek and pretty car. Not be tending wounds and making him overthink.

Kim Dokja scrunched his eyebrows, reciprocating a little and considering his physical condition. The pain in his face had reduced considerably till the point his eyes didn’t water every now and then. He could move his ankle and hands meaning that his motor actions were mostly delayed due to exhaustion.

He curled his toes and moved his fingers. It confirmed the reason for his ill coordination. Plus, if he thought about it, he was hit mainly in the face, chest, torso, and calves, and all. 

He was suddenly hyper-aware of his uneven breathing. And the touching that pressed around for any broken bones sent sparks down his spine. Kim Dokja had to admit, this was for the first time in a long that he felt restricted to motion without any body part being bound. 

He bit down on his scabbing lip.

The touch on his body was tantalizing and he couldn’t even see the tantalizer, hidden behind the washcloth. The touch was weird, it made him seek it, addicted. In lieu of this sensation, he should’ve recoiled, pushed away, and generally acted out through flight. 

The jarring yet soft touch kept him grounded.

His heartbeat was hardly still, not wanting to lower its guard.

“You need to be careful.” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered. It irked Kim Dokja but also consoled that words were spoken. His arms now trailed at the bones along his waist. “Did you even bother to check the security? Gwan Li Bin is a trickster. He’ll definitely have people around.”

This was perhaps the longest Kim Dokja had heard Yoo Joonghyuk say in one go.

However, the words made him open his mouth to retort, but winced at Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers pressing on a bruise. Yoo Joonghyuk glanced at him, and licked his lower lip.

Kim Dokja’s lower lip twitched. He was so open, so vulnerable to anything. Yoo Joonghyuk could just… kill him. “Joonghyuk-ah,” he began to irk the latter despite his condition. “My client wanted the money by tomorrow—akgh!” He gritted his teeth in pain. “It’d only delay shit.”

Yoo Joonghyuk titled the cloth as if finally allowing Kim Dokja to see Yoo Joonghyuk. 

The man sat on a stool, close to him in a neck closed tank top and the same leather pants. He shifted the stool a little so he could eye Kim Dokja better. 

Despite knowing how little the latter speaks, Kim Dokja felt as though Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to say something more.

~ to be continued ~

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Two Seekers ~ Joongdok/Dokhyuk

(Part 3 of ?)

Kim Dokja was met with the dark eyes of Yoo Joonghyuk. Flicking surprisingly darker when the latter man stared down at the blood on Kim Dokja’s face.

Was it…

No way. Yoo Joonghyuk should be making that amused expression he always makes after seeing Kim Dokja beaten by him. There was no way, this bastard could be in a rage. Kim Dokja averted his eyes, only to have one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands land on his neck and force him to look up.

Look at Yoo Joonghyuk. The eye contact itself was far too nerve-wracking. 

Because he was so used to seeing either the sadistic amusement or the dark emotionless glare, that this look puzzled him. When the stub of the latter's hand reached his cheek, Kim Dokja anticipated a blow of pain. 

…

“Huh…?” His voice sounded pitiful. Rasped. And small.

Yoo Joonghyuk wiped the blood, having his thumb be covered in red liquid.

Kim Dokja almost had the breath knocked out of him when he saw the way Yoo Joonghyuk gazed at him. “Kim Dokja.” 

The voice was tense. Stern. Furious. Concerned, “who did this to you?”

Kim Dokja blinked, and tried to break away from the gaze to only have Yoo Joonghyuk crouch down and hold his chin in place. 

Who did this? To you.

Yoo Joonghyuk looked as if he was ready to murder. Not him by the looks of it. Rather those who made him bleed.

Kim Dokja choked on breath, knowing better than anyone to breathe slowly when he was bleeding out. 

Whatever curse Yoo Joonghyuk had put into the words he used, had clearly caused Kim Dokja to feel weak.

Kim Dokja bit his lower lip, and quietly gestured with a single gaze at the building, where voices still could be heard. Prominently Gwan Li Bin’s voice cackling. 

Yoo Joonghyuk had the dangerous glint in his eyes again. The look that promised hell knows what. Suddenly Yoo Joonghyuk’s arms trailed down his body and without Kim Dokja realizing, he was lifted bridal style. Minimal effort casting over Yoo Joonghyuk’s arms.

His vision had begun showing him black streaks at random times, and his hearing blurring as if he was going underwater. 

Click.

His eyes widened, as Yoo Joonghyuk opened the passenger seat and gently laid Kim Dokja down. When Yoo Joonghyuk showed no sign of getting into the cars with his physical actions, Kim Dokja pushed himself to sit up, and rasped out, “Yoo Joonghyuk.” His throat struggled to get words out. “What’re you…”

Yoo Joonghyuk silenced him by ducking down and pulling a gun from below the driver’s seat. He jingled the cartridges of bullets. Kim Dokja grasped onto the situation. 

“Joongh-” Yoo Joonghyuk silenced him with a look again. It appeared like… Yoo Joonghyuk smiled? Kim Dokja wasn’t sure if it was a hallucination of the neon blue light and darkness and his dizziness that led him to this. But Yoo Joonghyuk appeared to smile. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Yoo Joonghyuk clicked his tongue, and slipped his black glove on, placing the gun into his pocket. “I’ll be right back. Hold on till then.” 

Kim Dokja’s eyes widened, and before he could shout for Yoo Joonghyuk to stop, the man clicked the safety off and closed the car door, locking it on child mode—leaving the ACs on. 

The older man could only watch in silence as Yoo Joonghyuk’s dark figure stalked towards the building that contained the men who laid their hands on him. Yoo Joonghyuk glanced at Kim Dokja before knocking on the door like a normal person.

Kim Dokja’s vision streaked black again and his hearing almost left him. But when his vision returned he locked eyes with Yoo Joonghyuk, before the man’s face was lit up by orange light. 

There was no way from heaven to hell that Kim Dokja would forget that smile. 

The smile before Yoo Joonghyuk would pick up his gun and blast people off and fight them. For him. 

~ to be continued ~

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Two Seekers ~ Joongdok/Dokhyuk

(Part 2 of ?)

Tw: Blood.

He swallowed. Yoo Joonghyuk would make a few snarky comments and outright words at how stupid he was and how he possibly shouldn’t have interfered—the list would go on to violence, when Yoo Joonghyuk possibly gave him a broken ankle and a twisted hand, or worse.

It was fair to say he and Yoo Joonghyuk weren’t foes, because perhaps they were co-dependent despite neither side admitting it. But technically—-

Kim Dokja didn’t bother looking up when he heard the soft opening of the car door, and the firm but gentle closing. He buried his head into his hands, letting blood dripping from his nose start to drench his shirt’s sleeve. 

He didn’t move or look up when the most likely expensive boots clicked on the pavement and began making their way to him. Slowly. Maybe the words Yoo Joonghyuk would give would be as harsh as the people in the penthouse. 

Kim Dokja’s lower lip quivered and he winced as he tried to move his chest the slightest, and his shoulder happened to collide with his aching nose which caused the pain he felt to make him see stars. The blood began gushing. 

Embarrassment or shame settled in his gut. No one. He had survived almost his whole life than the start going without anyone seeing him so weak…. So breakable with even a shove. It was all over again, his father walking away from his crumpled body, leaving his mother to see him broken.

He was supposed to keep the stealthy, quick, intelligent, and unbreakable face till his death. Be one of the notorious people that never were broken nor injured. But of course, everyone but Yoo Joonghyuk would or would have made that thought real. 

His breath quickened as the boots stopped beside his figure, casting a shadow in the neon blue lights. Kim Dokja could feel the dark gaze of Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes creating holes and craters upon him. As if despite his figure being so closed, it was open. 

The boots came into his view, and Kim Dokja noticed they were the usual boots Yoo Joonghyuk always wore. Polished and neat. Cargo boots, with his long coat reaching the part where the boot ended on his foreleg. Suddenly, the end of the coat was on the ground, and the leather pants the latter wore stretched as he bent one of his legs to place his knee on the concrete.

Kim Dokja felt a hand. It landed on his knee. Oddly keeping him grounded. 

…

Kim Dokja bit back a wince and waited. Waiting for words. Waited for a random punch. An insult. 

His heart began quickening, and he took a ragged breath that he was sure Yoo Joonghyuk heard. ‘He has great listening…’ 

“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk called his name quietly. His deep voice gave it rough edges but the tone, the grounding touch, and the call of his name just sounded soft.

Kim Dokja’s heart hammered in his chest so much that it ached to breathe once again. He didn’t reply and the latter man’s grip tightened on his knee, sending shivers down Kim Dokja's spine. 

“...Kim Dokja.” Another hand belonging to Yoo Joonghyuk wrapped gently around his wrist, almost, almost, making Kim Dokja whimper. It was the hand that was indirectly placed against his nose, slowing the blood flow. “Hey. Look at me.”

Of course, he had more than enough sense to not obey. Why did a part of him want to obey? It was Yoo Joonghyuk. The ruthless man who stole many of his mission rewards, almost pushing him into debt and forcing him to work a shitty job at Mino Soft.

But the softness. Oh, the gentle hold. With the tenderness that was so unheard or Kim Dokja was never close to the latter to hear him speak. Where was the snark? Where was the emotionless bastard? Calling him to insult?

Yoo Joonghyuk clicked his tongue. And Kim Dokja fathomed that he had given up. Instead, the hand left his knee and Yoo Joonghyuk stood up, pushing his calloused hand through Kim Dokja’s hair. 

Kim Dokja shuddered under the touch. However, he couldn’t help but unnaturally find coax—causing him to follow the movements that lit sparks.

Now a little unable to help it, he raised his head, only to have the view of Yoo Joonghyuk being blocked by his sweaty fringes. Yoo Joonghyuk clicked his tongue and pushed his hair away. Kim Dokja said nothing, afraid Yoo Joonghyuk might decide to suddenly change his act. 

His lip wavered under the press of his palm at the anticipation of why taunts or snarks hadn’t been poured at him yet.

Although, his vision wavered, possibly due to the loss of blood. He needed something to blame.

Catching him off guard, Yoo Joonghyuk tugged upon the hand that covered his nose and mouth. The hammering heartbeat repeated, causing his chest to ache again, but he didn’t fight Yoo Joonghyuk. 

Slowly. Gently. Kim Dokja didn’t know Yoo Joonghyuk’s dictionary had those words. 

But he let Yoo Joonghyuk tug away his hand, leaving the blood that flowed nonstop to dribble to his lips.

~to be continued~

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Two Seekers ~ Joongdok/Dokhyuk

Includes: m/m, mafia/crime au, blood and injury, men that are whipped, angst (depends), fluff if you squint, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, my kink for bloody kisses, (first kiss), no spoilers, hope you enjoy.

(Part 1 out of ?)

Blood dripped, slow or quick at times, from his nostril and onto his busted and swollen lips. Kim Dokja tried to look on the luckier side that at least it was only one nostril and not both of his nostrils—he could breathe. 

That didn’t change the fact that his face probably was looking stupid—Kim Dokja hadn’t even gotten the chance to examine other wounds that had possibly been landed on him. He rasped and lifted his right hand to cup his mouth.

Failing to take a breath, he groaned and fell onto the seat of the bus stop seats, neon blue lights lighting the place up.

Kim Dokja rasped again, closing his exhausted eyelids in silent rage. To think he was caught off guard? There was no plan, it was the usual when it came to deals such as this. All his client asked was for a single debit card to be stolen. 

Sneak in, knock Gwan Li Bin out, grab the debit, and sneak out. Leaving the man to only be discovered after he had been out of the area. 

However, there weren’t supposed to be others.

Henchmen— he wasn’t sure that’d be the right title, but yeah. 

Men who unlike him were muscular; had less stealth than power. ‘Stealth. My ass.’ He had no way to defeat—he was a lost cause when it came to physical fights, but him against ten people had thrown away any chance of luck coming to his rescue. 

‘Fuck.’ Pain exploded in his ribs as he moved his hand not even an inch.

His mind somehow still stood against him, repeatedly playing the cackles and taunts he had heard as being kicked and punched as if he was a stuffed animal that a kid’s older sibling would mess around with to only mock the younger child. And when they were done with the stuffed animal, it’d be thrown to the younger sibling, like he had been thrown out the door—nearly blacking out as his head hit the pavement.

Kim Dokja had managed to pull himself up and stand by the help of the nearby fence and walk an agonizing distance before collapsing onto the seats of the bus stop. Kim Dokja could see the silhouette of the car he had been sent in. He knew the driver of the car had most likely lacked off and gone to drink or something.

It wasn’t the right decision to walk around injured either. Heck, he doesn’t even know if his consciousness can keep up with the blood that had been pouring out of some injury, and staining his shirt. 

Kim Dokja was confused. 

It was the first time he felt like this in a long time. Confused. All missions usually went fine, leaving him with minimum injuries. But today possibly had the cake. 

The outlier of almost a year. For missions.

His eyes began to catch moisture. And Adam's apple bobbed a few times in a row. He achingly bent his head into his palms and drew his legs close to each other, wincing at the pain the movements induced. 

“A thief?” 

“How pathetic.” 

“Kekekekeke. Gwa-nim it seems he was after you…”

“Don’t make me laugh.”

Kim Dokja was saved from the overthinking by the sound of an engine resembling a car. ‘Who’s taking this route at two AM?’ 

He was soon illuminated in red and gold headlights, and Kim Dokja shuddered, wincing again as his lungs struggled to breathe properly. Kim Dokja glanced up to see the car slowly reel to the ledge of the pathway, landing in a perfect parking position. Kim Dokja didn’t even need to read past the few first letters/numbers on the number plate to realize who it was.

Of course, a black, sleek, and a car as handsome as its owner. That clearly spoke, rich.

Kim Dokja himself had a handsome red car in his garage that he was afraid to use for landing a scratch on. So he preferred his motorbike. 

But right now, he subconsciously bit down on his bleeding lip, tasting nasty metal. 

The person that was in it honestly shouldn’t have had any business here in the first place. And honestly would have been the last person Kim Dokja wanted to see. 

Yoo Joonghyuk.

~to be continued~