#Joongdok Drabble

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Joongdok Random AU Ideas

Joongdok shenanigans

Colorblind

Imagine both kdj and yjh are red-green color blind and one day hsy tries to put bright red lipstick on kdj and he’s like

“BUT I DONT WANT BROWN LIPS” and everyone is just like

“wut?” And he gets really confused.

Then Ysa is like

“Dokja-ssi, the lipstick is red…” and kdj is like

“no it’s not” and jhw is like

“wait, are you colorblind?” And kdj is like “No?”

And then yjh walks in and is like

“what’s wrong?” Cause everyone is just silently pondering kdj’s color blindness. Then kdj says

“Yoo Junghyuk-ah, Han Sooyeong’s lipstick is brown right?” And yjh is like

“yeah?” And all of Kimcom (the name for kdj’s group) is internally like “OMFG THEY’RE BOTH COLORBLINDDDD”

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Squid and Sunfish

Once upon a time, there was a little squid. The squid had no purpose in life, so it just drifted along with the current.

Until one day, it came across a sunfish. Strange, thought the squid. Usually sunfish don’t come down this deep.

He asked the sunfish what it was doing in the deep ocean. To which the sunfish replied

“I’m looking for a companion.”

The squid was confused. The only one this deep for miles was him.

He looked the sunfish up and down. Surely this guy wasn’t looking for him?

“Well there’s nobody else here but me,” said the squid.

“That’s fine,” said the sunfish.

The squid blinked. Did this stupid sunfish really not get it? He was a loser with no life! Why would this guys want /him/ as a companion.

The sunfish noticed the squid’s distress.

“If you don’t want a companion, there’s nothing I can do,” He said flatly.

As the sunfish swan away, the squid felt an aching in its heart. He realized, he didn’t want the sunfish to leave!

“Wait,” said the squid. The sunfish stopped.

“If you really aren’t bothered, I’ll be your companion.”

The squid couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. Him someone’s companion? Really? The sunfish turned around and smirked.

That annoying way sunfish do. “Knew it.” He said. And from then on. They lived as companions.

The end.

Department story YJH

What if Joongdok AU where Yoo Junghyuk works at A department store and Kim Dokja comes in as a single dad who has to fix his door handle. Except he has no clue how and has no mechanical knowledge.

When Yjh saw a man walk in with a little girl holding his hand he thought--nothing of it. People bring their kids places all the time. But when the man seemingly walked through every isle in a lost manner for what felt like hours, Yjh thought it might be time to step in.

Usually he’d let one of his coworkers handle helping costumers since he-- hated when people went to department stores not knowing what they needed.

Alas, it was a busy day and all of the other employees were helping equally lost customers.

Yjh approached the man when he heard the little girl say

“daddy, why don’t you just ask for help?”--To which the man replied,

“don’t worry sweetie daddy knows what he’s doing…” and went back to looking at shelves that clearly didn’t house what he needed.

“Can I help you with anything?” Said Yjh almost startling the man.

He noticed the small girl staring at her father clearly--waiting to see his response.

“Ah, yes… well… could you point me in the direction of the doorknobs?” Said the man.

Yjh had to hold in his sigh. Only because he had seen the man pass the doorknobs twice in his search.

“Right this way.” He said in the most polite voice he could--muster. He lead the man a couple of isles down.

“Thank you.” Said the man gratefully.

Yjh simply nodded and went back to walking around.

20 minutes later he happened to walk by the isle again, and to his complete and utter shock, the man was still standing there. Yjh walked up--to the man and asked him what the problem was.

“Oh haha, it’s just that… I don’t seem to know what doorknob I need….” The man let out an embarrassed chuckle.

Yjh had just about had it with him. Really, the amount of stress this man was causing him was unnatural.

Yjh tried asking him which model he currently had or if he needed a knew one. The man said he just needed to fix his old one but beyond that he just pretended to ponder. Yjh asked if he had a picture of his old one to which the man said

“ohhhh that’s what I forgot!” At that--Yjh snapped.

He quickly offered to buy one of each kind of doorknob for the man and personally come to his house and instal the one he needed. The man simply seemed taken aback by the offer and the forwardness.

Of course, who wouldn’t with an offer like that. They exchanged--numbers and the man introduced himself as Kim Dokja. Once he finally left, Yjh’s shift was over.

Yjh realized this man had been in the store for a total of 2 hours. As well as that, he had only been looking for a doorknob. A DOORKNOB FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Yjh took an angry shower and went straight to bed.

The next morning he went into work and after his shift bought exactly what he said he would. When his coworker Hsy asked what he was doing he ranted about the situation to her.

“Wow, you’re down bad” she joked to which Yjh replied to by walking--to his car and driving away.

He texted Kdj and got his address. When he arrived he rang the doorbell. For a while nobody answered. He was getting annoyed because Kdj had told him he was home over text. Then he heard a door open from the back and the sound of rickety wood.

He-turned towards the sound to see Kdj with a tree beach in his hair.

“Hey, sorry about that. The front doorknob is the one that’s broken so we can’t get in and out of it,” he explained.

Yjh felt a pang of pity for this poor man. Kdj gave him permission to forcefully pull-the door open to fix the knob. He did so without much of a struggle. When he saw the state the doorknob was in he wondered how Kdj could’ve let it get this bad.

He wondered how many times he had jammed the door in and out before it got so bad he just couldn’t anymore.

He fixed the doorknob, and when he went to leave Kdj stopped him.

“You know, you could stay and have dinner. It’s the least we can do for all the help you’ve given us.” He paused. “Even if it was out of spite,” he added.

Yjh’s ears went red. Had his reaction really been so obviously out--of frustration?

“You don’t have to though,” said Kdj when he saw Yjh’s hesitation. “No, I accept,” said Yjh curtly.

When he sat down and tried the food, safe to say, he was thoroughly disappointed. Along with knowing nothing of mechanics, he also could barely cook? Yjh’s pea-sized brain saw this as an obvious cry for help and he offered to cook for Kdj every weekend. Kdj at first said know but Yjh was very adamant about it.

Finally Kdj agreed out of the guise that he wanted his daughter Byoo to have better food. In reality he was touched that Yjh-would want to help so bad.

Fast forward a couple months and Yjh asks Kdj to go out.

Somehow, unknown to even Yjh himself, he had fallen for the man who he had met lost in a department store. Kdj agreed and they became boyfriends.

End

Shoe on the other foot

Joongdok Idea that Kdj has really Small feet and Yjh has normal/large feet and as a scenario penalty they have to swap shoes.

So while they’re fighting Kdj has to deal with big boots that keep slipping off and he keeps tripping and falling.

And on the other hand Yjh can’t feel his toes but at the same time is in constant pain.

Not to mention Kdj wears dress shoes so Yjh is having even more fun.

By the end of it Yjh just gets tired of Kdj faking so he just Carries him.

Pillows

What if Joongdok crack au where Kdj keeps buying decorative pillows and Yjh is losing his sitting spots

Yjh tries to sit on the couch but falls to the ground because there’s too many pillows on the couch.

Kdj: oh sorry let me move those^^

He throws them on an already humongous pile of other decorative pillows.

Yjh: why do you need so many??

Kdj: They make the house look nice

Yjh takes a look around the room and there’s piles and piles of pillows everywhere.

He gives Kdj a look of exasperation.

Kdj: well maybe we can put some in storage?

(I imagine this is on some kind of reality tv show and there’s a camera)

The camera cuts to Yjh gesturing violently to the tons of pillows in storage already.

Kdj: huh…

Then the scene switches to their bedroom and Yjh’s side of the bed is covered in pillows.

The camera cuts to one of those interview scenes

Yjh: I have 10% bed space left… I did the math

By the end of it they get Kdj help and he agrees to get rid of most of the pillows, begrudgingly. And Yjh can finally sit in his own house again.

The end scene is Yjh sitting in a couch and just smiling.

Pizza Hut vs Domnioes

Pizza Hut vs Domino’s but make it Joongdok

Also hsy is sys sister cause I need an adult

When lgy and sys decided to make the Domino’s and Pizza Hut in their local town call each other, they weren’t expecting it to blow up this much.

Or even in fact, kickstart a relationship It started as any other harmless little prank by kids would.

They grabbed two phones and had dialed the the two stores on them.

They snickered uncontrollably as the phones rang.

“Shhhhh- haha, shhhhhhhh” said lgy trying to contain his laughter.

“I know, I know,” sys was having an even harder time.

Brrrrr brrrrr brrrr.

“Hello? This is Pizza Hut what can I do for you?”

And

“Hello this is Dominos, what would you like”

Two men’s voices could be heard from the phones.

“What?” They both said in unison.

“This is dominos, you wanted to order a pizza?” Said the deeper gruffer voice.

“If I ordered something from you it definitely wouldn’t be pizza, heck, I’d be weary of a soda from you guys!” Said the other voice.

The other phone went silent. Then,

“Well that’s too bad cause that means you’re stuck with the stuff you people make… yeesh.”The other voice let out an obviously exaggerated gasp.

“How dare you? You know what, where’s your store??”

“123 west rd, and what’s /yours/“

Sys and lgy were dying laughing at this point, they had to go to the corner of the room.

“246 North st!” The other voice said harshly.

“You know what?” It continued, “meet me at 135 south blvd, I dare you!”

“We’ll get ready to be defeated!” Announced the other.

Then both calls hung up. Sys and lgy were silent for a momen before running into the other room.

“HSY!! CAN YOU DRIVE US TI 135 BLVD?? WE WANT TO SEE TWO GROWN MEN FIGHT!!” They said, in unison to the author who was trying to get her work done, now unsuccessfuly. Hsy looked at them seemingly to debate the pros and cons of granting their request.

However it wasn’t long before she gave in to her need to see grown men being idiots and she found herself driving. When they got there the pulled into a parking lot.

Nobody was there at first but then two men showed up.

One was a very plain looking man in a black button up and a Pizza Hut apron.

The other a very handsome man in a Dominos Apron.

“So you’re the apparently handsome man who thinks Domino’s sells pizza!” Shouted the plain looking one from about 20 ft away from the other.

“What do you mean, ‘sells pizza’ THATS WHAT WERE KNOWN FOR!” Bellowed the other from the same distance. “I wouldn’t call what you’re known for /pizza/!” The scrawny man taunted.

The handsomer man opened his mouth to reply but then paused.

“You- wait did you call me handsome earlier?” He asked befuddled.

The latter’s face went beet red. “W-well, yeah! Who wouldn’t,” he stuttered.”

The taller man seemed the think for a moment before stating,

“If you come to Domino’s we… /I/ could treat you a lot better than those guys at Pizza Hut.”

The other man seemed to short circuit for a moment. “B-but nobody out pizzas the Hut!” He said in a last ditch attempt to save his already fleeting dignity.

“Bet,” responded the other who then smirked devilishly.

Meanwhile lgy and sys were fighting over the left back window of the car for better view than the other. Hsy was simply enjoying the scene from the driver’s seat. They had their windows cracked slightly as to hear what was being said.

“10 bucks says they go out,” announced Hsy suddenly.

“I’ll take that bet! No way they’d go out!” Said Lgy. “Yeah! If you heard them on the phones you’d know!” Boasted Sys.

“We’ll just see,” mused Hsy.

Meanwhile in the parking lot, the men were at a standstill.

“What’s your name?” Said the skinnier man.

“Yjh, and yours?”

“Kdj”

“Well Kdj, you wanna come to the better pizza store and earn a date with me?” Said Yjh confidently.

Kdj let out a small “sure” and walked away.

Unfortunately he was so far away Yjh didn’t hear him.

“Well?!” He shouted

“I SAID SURE!” Kdj shouted back.

“GREAT! SEE YOU AT THE DOMINO’S BUILDING THIS SATURDAY”

“SEE YOU THEN!”

And just like that Lgy and Sys had orchestrated one of the best and most entertaining events of their little town.

[astersoul]

Kim Dokja.

If anyone could've saved you, who would it be?

Would you have allowed it then, if you knew there'd be someone willing enough?

or would you still have chosen the same path only to save that person as well?

Would it have been possible for the end to change if Yoo Joonghyuk knew the answer?

Would it have been possible for him to reach towards the deepest parts of this man's heart if only he had come to understand him better?

Kim Dokja.

You have stubbornly, so unnecessarily, pinned all our hopes unto yourself - engraved them into your very bones as if it was the only way. As if this had always been your fate.

If you could decide your fate, won't it only be right if i decide my own to be the one that could've changed yours?

Kim Dokja.

You have turned your one and only savior into nothing more than a stranger. As if I didn't really matter to you. As if I couldn't have done this for you.

Yoo Joonghyuk could only tighten his grip unto the other man's collar. He was starting to fade, and this bastard still managed a faint genuine smile while declaring how this story had been a great one.

What was so great in a story that would only end with you nowhere to be seen? Your presence no longer to be felt, your laughter no longer to be heard? Your eyes no longer to behold your heart's indescribable amount of love?

To where exactly would this love of yours go, Kim Dokja? Was this sacrifice supposed to reflect everything you've held in your now weakening pulse? To whom was this even supposed to fall unto, you fool?

In this damned world, there would be no other Kim Dokja, and he was now slipping from Yoo Joonghyuk's grasp.

You cannot save those who can't be saved.

Yoo Joonghyuk felt sick.

Was there really no other choice?

It should've been me.

It should’ve been me.

It would’ve been me, Kim Dokja.

Yoo Joonghyuk felt his throat burning, rage scratching through the walls of his windpipe but the only words he could only blurt out were-

"No, No, No. Kim Dokja, No- Don't leave m-"

There was a heavy lump in his throat as he watched Kim Dokja's eyes, ones that always seemed to hold the stars, now dim into a blackened sky.

"Let's meet again, Yoo Joonghyuk."

Yoo Joonghyuk's palm could only clutch at the ashes of the one he could not call his own.

The only one he could not save.

- this song reminded me of joongdok, so i wanted to write something in hopes i could get over that certain chapter....

tho this may not necessarily point to 3rd turn yjh alone, this is also to a yjh who would've been desperate enough to show this vulnerability in him as he grasps at the remaining seconds he had with kdj

(i havent reached this part in the novel yet so this is purely an hc TT)

[benka79]

Written for the @ficwip drabbles prompt.

Fandom: ORV

Pairing: Kim Dokja/ Yoo Joonghyuk

Warnings: N/A

Title: Liar Kim

Prompt: A well meaning lie

“Why do you keep saying you're me?” Joonghyuk faced him with that stupid, handsome face of his.

Kim Dokja snorted and glanced at the protagonist with a warning finger raised. “Because you're kind of my hero, you know? And it's a well meaning lie.”

Scoffing as his arms crossed over his muscled chest, Joonghyuk said, “So you want to be me?”

A narcissist, of course. “Nope. I just like you a lot.” As he enjoyed the furious blush on Joonghyuk's cheeks and his flustered eyes, Dokja turned around and walked away, trying to stifle a laugh.

[cittielinks]

☆彡 Transcribing love into a letter.

Yoo Joonghyuk is the most famous pro gamer in the entire world. It did not come as a surprise that he would have massive fans around the world. He has a perfect face and body that are somehow etched by a famous painter, his watercolor eyes, along with his curly hair, are to die for, he has fame and power. He was even rated as one of the most desirable men, according to both women and men. It is never a surprise that his manager, Kim Dokja, fell for him, even though this famous Supreme King is a rude sunfish bastard who deserves lukewarm c*ke zero and hard food. But Kim Dokja is kind ( and a fucking hopeless romantic), and he made sure Yoo Joonghyuk only had the best.

In order to appease the masses, EDEN, Yoo Joonghyuk’s new management, decided to open a fan mail delivery service so all of his fans could write him letters.

Every week, Yoo Joonghyuk would be bombarded with hundreds of fan letters and sometimes gifts (some of which got past security).

Unlike some bastards, Yoo Joonghyuk usually reads them one by one. Although he is a bastard, he is a kind bastard who’s kind enough to read repeated fan letters. 

Maybe it is the reason why Kim Dokja likes Yoo Joonghyuk, his awkward kindness really draws him out of everyone else. He may scorn you and glare at you, but Yoo Joonghyuk is kind… in his own way.

Kim Dokja never knew how to convey his feelings, he does not want to get hated by Yoo Joonghyuk, and he is too awkward to confess face-to-face. Despite the constant talk with Uriel about confidence, Kim Dokja will always be a coward.

So he decided to write letters after letters after letters for Yoo Joonghyuk.

He writes his deep emotions, his feelings, onto a piece of paper.

All the affection and love he could never convey to him, he wrote it all down.

Then he addressed it from Oldest Dream to Yoo Joonghyuk.

Yoo Joonghyuk will never know it was from him.

He will never know it was from Kim Dokja, a person who was always beside him, always. 

It’s fine, Kim Dokja reminded himself.

There were thousands of letters, he reckons the letters he sent through fan mail will never get read by Yoo Joonghyuk but it’s fine! He can’t do anything about it but it’s all fine. 

At least he gets to tell Yoo Joonghyuk even without telling him. 

Kim Dokja is a coward, and he loves Yoo Joonghyuk endlessly. He was content being his manager as Yoo Joonghyuk continued to shine like the protagonist Kim Dokja likes. 

Kim Dokja is content to become a person who is always beside Yoo Joonghyuk. 

≿————-　❈　————-≾

Despite what people all say, Yoo Joonghyuk was a sucker and someone who fell in love at first sight.

He knew Kim Dokja around high school; it was a tough year for both of them, so he was not surprised that Kim Dokja forgot about them being classmates. 

But Yoo Joonghhyuk fell in love with Kim Dokja—the fearless Kim Dokja, the strong-hearted Kim Dokja.

The Kim Dokja who believed in him when all mocked him and made fun of him and his plan to become a world-renowned game player

It was Kim Dokja who made him the most famous pro-gamer. He doubts he remembers it. But it’s fine. He likes Kim Dokja, whatever may be. 

Yoo Joonghhyuk was scrawny and weak, a complete opposite to the current Yoo Joonghyuk of today. If someone took a picture of him back in high school and his current one, they would tell you that the person from the past and the person today are two different people.

He did not matter at all.

He likes Kim Dokja a whole lot. He was the one who told him, even if it was in passing, that he believes that Yoo Joonghyuk will become the best player in South Korea, and he would always always watch Yoo Joonghyuk’s play no matter what. He was also the one who fought the bullies who tried to hit Yoo Joonghyuk a lot.

It was Kim Dokja who made him persevere even though his first management, ASH, was trash who took all his earnings and forced him to live in despair. And it was also Kim Dokja who made him the best player.

To Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja is his only star. The one who guides him, the one who twinkles for him when all else fails. 

Around the middle of the semester, Kim Dokja stopped showing up to school. Some said he died; others were whispering that he jumped to some rooftop and had stopped breathing since then.

It was devastating for him, he had lost his first love even before he could confess.

3 months, 7 days, 5 hours, and 4 minutes after Kim Dokja somehow vanished, Yoo Joonghyuk turned on his cheap PC and streamed,

His heart shook when he saw his first viewer.

"The oldest dream followed you!" 

"Oldest Dream donated $5"

Sorry, it's all I have, but good luck, Supreme King! You will become the greatest player ever," he said.

He knew about the word oldest Dream. It was a unique name that struck him because Oldest Dream is something Kim Dokja keeps mentioning that he will use if he wants to become a writer of sorts. It was endearing; only Kim Dokja could think of that.

Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't care if it were someone else, but that day Yoo Joonghyuk vows to become the coolest one so Kim Dokja will look at him. 

Between his passion for looking for Kim Dokja and becoming someone known for. Yoo Joonghyuk wrote letters addressed to Kim Dokja, he wrote all his longingness, his frustrations, and his days on a piece of paper.

He addressed it to Kim Dokja from Yoo Joonghyuk, but it will never be received.

It was fine.

He has liked Kim Dokja for so long, writing him letters about his feelings is something he keeps to himself.

Until today, 

In his hands were fan mails.

To: Yoo Joonghyuk. 

From: Oldest Dream. 

His heart felt erratic; it was beating so hard that even his hands shook a little.

Boom. Boom. 

It was a letter addressed to him from someone who named themselves Oldest Dream.

Is it from Kim Dokja?

Maybe. 

But it might also not be from Kim Dokja.

Yoo Joonghyuk took a deep breath and opened one letter.

He slowly reads them, 

Every word and every stroke feel oddly familiar to him. 

The smell of parchment and mint, and almonds lingers on the letter. 

The letters have been delivered.

" – I have always liked you for a long time. Even back when you were a scrawny little brat, I have always liked you. I have liked you then, and I have liked you even more now. 

From, OD." 

Yoo Joonghyuk stood up, his hands shaking as he quickly grabbed all the letters addressed to him from Kim Dokja and grabbed a shoebox filled with letters addressed to Kim Dokja from him. He ran and ran until he arrived at Kim Dokja’s little place. 

He took a quick break, tried to even out his breath, and then knocked on his door. 

Kim Dokja opened them, 

His eyes twinkled, and the warm lights from inside his place gave him a glow that made him seem so unreal. 

"Yoo Joonghyuk? What are you doing here?!" 

"I have received them."

"Huh?"

"Your letters—I have received them." 

"Wh-what?" 

"I will deliver my letters to you." 

Then Yoo Joonghyuk placed a box filled with letters addressed to Kim Dokja. 

"Kim Dokja, I like you. I adored you. I fancy you. I have waited years to see you again. These letters are a testament. Will you give me an answer?" 

[phoenixflavoredmarsbar]

kdj woke slowly, the edges of sleep sticking to his brain, clouding his thoughts like cool mist in the morning. he was in a not quite awake, not quite asleep state, where he was vaguely aware of his surroundings, but still lethargic and dazed enough that later he wouldn't be sure if this was real or he dreamed all of it up. the bed he was in was soft, a multitude of pillows under and surrounding his head making it feel as though he was sleeping on clouds. the blankets were heavy and warm, comfortably weighing him down, something at his side warming him even more. he turned to get more comfortable, moving from facing the edge of the bed to the middle, lazily stretching his limbs as he went.

in his stretching, his foot met with something solid – the source of the extra warmth he felt before. he blinked his eyes open to investigate, rubbing them as he quietly yawned. as his eyesight cleared, he was met with the beautiful sleeping face of a man, inches away from his own. he blinked a couple more times, rubbing his eyes again, as though the man in front of him was just a figment of his imagination, his eyes playing tricks on him. but no, no matter how many times he blinked, the sight infront of him refused to budge.

taking a closer look, now that he was aware that this unfairly handsome man was in fact very real, kdj realized he looked familiar – incredibly familiar. he had definitly seen this man many times before, the man's apperance ringing a plethora of bells in his head. staring unblinkingly at the man before him, it hit him that the description of his looks were something he read so many times he felt as though he could recite it from memory.

somehow, laying next to him in bed, was yjh, the protaganist of kdj's favorite novel series, and possibly his favorite character of all time.

kdj took all of this in, and–

–turned around and went back to sleep.

[oldest-maerd]

2min as joongdok HEAR ME OUT...seungmin as kdj and lino as yjh...seungmin crying the most when lino was eliminated & him being minhos first friend when he joined jyp yet the way they have the whole divorced couple dynamic IS SOOO JOONGDOK CODED PLS

[lecarrotking]

Writing Drabble - Hanahaki Disease

Not a fan of the Hanahaki stories but I was wondering if somebody can get the disease if their loved ones only love an alter ego of themselves which they made up.

Prompt Idea

A setting where character A despises character B (uncertain reasoning) and wants them to suffer. Because of that, they create a fake persona of themself in order to attract B so they would fall in love with them, which would result in B getting the hanahaki disease.

However, as A gets to learn about B personally, they gradually start to like them because they realize that B is generally a good person, leading them to slowly fall in love with them.

Also depending on A's hatred towards B (ex: murder of a loved one caused by B) they could figure out that there was a misunderstanding adding to the reason why they end up being able to have affection towards B while also having a dilemma over it

Because of this A ends up getting the hanahaki disease instead of B due to them only loving A's fake persona they present themself as.

Eventually, B learns that A have gotten the disease which leads to A explaining to B their original plan, telling the bitterly the truth. Still, B doesn't really care (maybe there is something wrong with them mentally or too smitten with A to really care, lol) because they will love A no matter what, so the weed or whatever in A's lungs will gradually start to loosen.

Maybe A will leave B and try to get the surgery but B finds them and have the confrontation the day before or something if it doesnt get resolved at the moment

In the end, it’s an open ending where A and B work together with their relationship or a time-time skip in which they're in a healthy relationship. (I blame erisky_twt on Twitter for creating the Joongdok hanahaki fic and giving me this interesting fascination to the hanahaki au, I don't even like hanahaki au’s :|)

[corporatekenma]

#joongdok college drabble where kdj mischaracterizes yjh too much

[they are roommates]

yjh: you haven't eaten since breakfast. Do you want something else?

kdj: No I'm just not that hungry yet joonghyuk-ah

yjh: tell me if you want something

kdj: *expression kinda distorted* SO OOC

yjh: what?

kdj: is something the matter? why are you...gentle?

yjh: *giving him a confused look*

kdj: right. like that. be you.

yjh: *expression darkening*

kdj: you know before I knew you everyone at the uni was talking about how aloof and cold you were and so i approached you to see if it's all true AND YOU KNOW I WAS FLABBERGASTED CAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE MY FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND THAT'S WHY I WANTED TO BE FRIENDS AND MAYBE LIVE OUT A FEW OF MY FANTASIES ABOU-

yjh: *leaves the room*

kdj: *eyes sparkling* THAT'S LITERALLY HOW SECRETIVE PLOTTER WOULD REACT OMG JOONGHYUK-AH

[xthelastknownsurvivorx]

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[ao3feed-dokhyuk]

two figures under a thousand drops

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/W3YNaCy by anista Everyones voices and chatter are muffled by the pouring rain right outside the window. The skies are all dark and covered with gray clouds. Seems like everyone forgot two more important people. Words: 460, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 8 of Joongdok Shorts Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk, Yoo Sangah, Han Sooyoung, Jung Heewon, Lee Hyunsung, Lee Gilyoung, Shin Yoosung Relationships: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk Additional Tags: Minor Han Sooyoung/Yoo Sangah, Minor Jung Heewon/Lee Hyunsung, Fluff, Teasing, Happy, Yoo Joonghyuk is Whipped, Kim Dokja Being Kim Dokja, Pretty Kim Dokja, Short, Short & Sweet, joongdok drabbles read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/W3YNaCy

[luxaofhesperides]

traditions.

domestic fluff drabble for joongdok. also on ao3 as part of my drabbles collection.

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After living together for so long, it’s inevitable that little habits would turn into traditions for them, repeated every day without much thought but plenty of affection.

Kim Dokja is a blanket hog. He pulls them tighter around himself in sleep until they’re yanked away from Yoo Joonghyuk. He used to just pull the blanket back, putting them into a late night tug-of-war until he rolled over and pulled the covers over both of them. Now, Yoo Joonghyuk keeps multiple blankets on the bed, mostly on Kim Dokja’s side so his companion can buddle up when he gets a little cold. 

He’ll still hold Kim Dokja, even in the dead of winter when he’s wrapped in three blankets so tightly he needs help getting out of bed in the mornings. It’s such a small thing, but the sight of Kim Dokja buried beneath his blankets makes something in his chest go soft and tender, warming him from the inside out. 

Their pile of blankets grows each year.

Yoo Joonghyuk is an early riser while Kim Dokja very much is not. He likes to stay up late reading, the lamp on the bedside table kept on and dimmed so he doesn’t read in the dark. Yoo Joonghyuk went looking specifically for an adjustable light lamp for Kim Dokja when they first moved in together. Kim Dokja is still ridiculously touched by it. 

When Yoo Joonghyuk leaves the bed, the sudden loss of warmth always wakes Kim Dokja up. He’ll blink his bleary eyes and reach for Yoo Joonghyuk, who is always ready to reach back. He’ll mumble something close to “Come back to bed,” and Yoo Joonghyuk will smile, that soft one he doesn’t show anyone else, and kiss Kim Dokja’s palm.

“I’m going to make breakfast. Go back to sleep.”

And Kim Dokja will close his eyes again and nuzzle his pillow, but ultimately will not be able to sleep. He’ll doze for another hour or so, then he’ll get up because being in bed without Yoo Joonghyuk is a feeling he doesn’t want to get used to.

After a long day, when Kim Dokja returns home an hour later than he usually does, he kicks off his shoes at the door with a sigh of relief. He won’t call out for Yoo Joonghyuk as he usually does. Instead, he’ll go to where Yoo Joonghyuk is in the living room, doing a quick gaming stream to pass the time, and drop his head onto Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. 

This is when Yoo Joonghyuk types out a goodbye message and ends the stream. Then he maneuvers Kim Dokja around him to pull him into his lap and brush a soothing hand through his hair. 

“Need me to go after anyone for you?” he asks, because it always makes Kim Dokja laugh.

Sure enough, he huffs out a laugh, gently knocking his head against Yoo Joonghyuk’s. “No, no, it’s fine. Just stupid people not doing their jobs right.”

“I could burn down your workplace.”

“Then who would be paying rent, huh?” Kim Dokja playfully tugs Yoo Joonghyuk’s ear, his stress disappearing quickly under Yoo Joonghyuk’s attention.

“I could make plenty of money from streaming. Actually, let’s do that. Quit your job and I’ll provide for us both.”

“And what would I do at home all day?”

Yoo Joonghyuk turns his head to press his lips against the corner of Kim Dokja’s lips. He doesn’t move away when he says, “Spend more time with me,” as though he’s pressing the words into Kim Dokja’s skin.

And Kim Dokja will smile and completely relax in his arms. He wants to quit his job and spend all day with Yoo Joonghyuk, but unfortunately, capitalism. So he sticks to being viscous with his vacation days and the occasional overtime he can hold over his coworkers’ heads so he can go home early.

They wash the dishes together. Kim Dokja insists on doing it by himself because Yoo Joonghyuk does all the cooking, but Yoo Joonghyuk insists on joining him because he doesn’t trust Kim Dokja to wash anything without breaking something. They have this little back-and-forth every day, because they are both creatures of habit before they are anything else.

And Kim Dokja will blow soap bubbles at Yoo Joonghyuk, who just ignores them until Kim Dokja pouts and stops, having given up on getting Yoo Joonghyuk to react, and then he uses a wet, soapy hand to pinch Kim Dokja’s butt. 

The startled shriek it gets him makes him bite back laughter every time.

They have a movie night once a week. Nothing else can ever be scheduled that day. Most people don’t even bother trying to make plans with them for the weekend, because it’ll always be shot down in favor of movie night. 

Kim Dokja chooses action movies or psychological thrillers. Yoo Joonghyuk prefers comedy and slice-of-life films, often paired with romance. He gets teased about it until he pulls a move the love interest does to the protagonist in the film and flusters Kim Dokja so much he can’t speak. 

And then movie night is forgotten in favor of more distracting activities that keep them busy long after the rest of the city quiet down for the night.

They’re not big on PDA. They’ll hold hands and keep close to each other, but other than that, they keep their affection away from the public. 

But sometimes Yoo Joonghyuk gets overwhelmed by how much he feels for Kim Dokja, and he’ll reach out and tap his finger three times against Kim Dokja’s wrist; I love you, in his quiet language of touch. 

Kim Dokja always taps back, even when he’s not paying attention, even when he’s asleep. 

They don’t say goodbye either; it’s always See you at home or Buy more milk before you come back. Sometimes they don’t say anything at all, just press their palms together discreetly before going on with their day. 

A lingering touch, a quiet laugh; habits made tradition, formed from the impossible love they created between themselves in a world that was so quick to tear them apart time and time again. 

How did I get to keep him, Yoo Joonghyuk wonders sometimes, holding Kim Dokja close. It’s always a prayer, a disbelief that someone so good would force his way into his life and stay. Someone who made a home with him, pulled him into the world of domestic bliss, and gave him everything he’s ever wanted without ever asking for something in return.

He’ll give Kim Dokja the world, if he ever asked for it. For now, he’ll settle for a ring on his finger. 

[arsip-basosurga]

>> https://twitter.com/BasoSurga/status/1544301569956466689?s=20&t=3zRjzXseToO2luDBF6sZuQ

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

if anyone votes joongdok in the yaoi poll (@2023-yaoi-off) i’ll draw them something or write them a drabble

[luxaofhesperides]

been thinking abt the inherent intimacy of waking up with someone and wrote a little joongdok drabble abt it...

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Kim Dokja wakes up before the alarm for once. He blinks the last of the sleep away, feeling strangely rested. He’s gotten so used to always being tired and feeling like his body is made of stone when he wakes up that not being tired is strange. He almost doesn’t like it because he’s not used to it.

This is surely the result of Yoo Joonghyuk trapping him in the bed each night before it even hits midnight and refusing to get his absurdly heavy body off of him. So Kim Dokja has to stay, crushed beneath him, until he falls asleep because he can’t get anything to read like that and the sound of Yoo Joonghyuk’s slow, even breaths always lulls him to sleep before he can slip away.

It’s not… bad. He is definitely not complaining. It’s just that this is so different from how he’s lived for years, always tired and hungry and barely living. Forever cold. Alone.

The room is still dark, just beginning to lighten as the sun slowly rises from where it’s been hidden beneath the horizon. Everything is still and silent, as if the world has been muffled and submerged under water. 

Besides him, Yoo Joonghyuk shifts, slinging a sleep-heavy arm across Kim Dokja’s stomach. He lets out a quiet sigh and continues sleeping, and Kim Dokja can’t help the bubble of warmth welling up inside him, making him melt into a puddle of soft affection.

That’s another thing that’s changed: sleeping with Yoo Joonghyuk. Before him, Kim Dokja had never known the comfort of another’s touch, of the feeling of safety when wrapped up in someone’s arms beneath the covers, of how the rest of the world couldn’t touch them there. But now he did. He doesn’t want to go back to a life without this. 

He really does live only for Yoo Joonghyuk. First his story, and now for him.

To think that he could have this. It makes Kim Dokja want to cry, choking on everything he feels because it’s so much that he’d never be able to verbalize it without sounding insane. 

The alarm won’t go off for another hour. He could leave. He could get something to eat, or go to the bathroom, or grab a book to pass time until Yoo Joonghyuk wakes up. 

Kim Dokja doesn’t move. 

He turns onto his side, shifting closer to Yoo Joonghyuk to get rid of the little space between them. Pressed up against him, feeling his warmth seep into him, Kim Dokja lets out a little sigh, content beyond imagination. All he can hear is Yoo Joonghyuk’s slow breaths and all he can feel in the comforting weight of his arm on his waist. 

Any other day, this would make Kim Dokja fall asleep, but just for today, it keeps him awake, marveling at the fact that he can have this, can have Yoo Joonghyuk soft and vulnerable in sleep, sleeping deeply and easily without any nightmares. Can have his tight embrace and his heavy weight on top of him. Can have a space in the world carved out just for the two of them. 

Kim Dokja can’t help the smile that graces his face; a soft, genuine thing that he’d never show anyone else.

Gently, he reaches out and lightly drags his fingertips down Yoo Joonghyuk’s jawline, then cups his cheek. His heart is so full it’s bursting. 

He stays there, just watching Yoo Joonghyuk sleep, memorizing this moment to hold close to his chest for the rest of his life. He’s never seen Yoo Joonghyuk so serene and still, without a furrow in his brow or a scowl on the edge of his lips. 

Yoo Joonghyuk lets out a deeper breath, almost a smile, and leans into Kim Dokja’s touch. 

He can’t help it, he has to kiss Yoo Joonghyuk’s forehead, his nose, his cheek, the corner of his lips. How can he not, after seeing that?

It’s enough to rouse Yoo Joonghyuk, who doesn’t snap awake immediately as he would have years ago. No, he wakes slowly, beautifully, slowly blinking his eyes open and looking at Kim Dokja with such fondness in his gaze that it makes him blush. 

“What are you doing awake?” he asks, voice still low and rough with sleep. 

“Nothing,” Kim Dokja answers honestly, “Just looking at you.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t believe you’re here with me. That you chose to stay.”

Yoo Joonghyuk rolls them over, pulling Kim Dokja on top of him. He wraps his arms around Kim Dokja, one hand idly stoking up and down his back. Kim Dokja props his chin up on his hands, looking at Yoo Joonghyuk with a small smile.

“Where you are is where I’ll be. Always.”

“I know. I know you’ll always find me.”

“Good.” Yoo Joonghyuk tilts his chin up just slightly and Kim Dokja immediately dips his head to kiss him. “Are you hungry?” he asks when they pull away, voice barely louder than a whisper, as though he didn’t want to disturb the quiet of the rest of the world. 

“Not really. Can we just stay like this a little longer?”

“Of course.” 

“Oh, and Joonghyuk-ah?”

“Hm?”

Kim Dokja smiles, bringing his hand back to Yoo Joonghyuk’s check to brush his thumb across his cheekbone gently. “Good morning.”

Somehow, impossibly, Yoo Joonghyuk’s expression softens even more. He turns his head to press a kiss against Kim Dokja’s palm. 

“Good morning.”