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read like it's an obsession | kim dokja x yoo junghyeok!reader drabble + headcanons.

Trigger Warning: Non-consensual sex, drugging, attempted sexual assault by a divine being. WC: 638.

❝ You appear like a whisper torn from the throat of a waking dream. Harsh, real, true, as though the world conspired to shape you for me alone. But you live only in my mind, my phone my only connection to you, with my blanket thrown over my head. And when the dream dies, when morning dares to return, I’m left with the bitter taste of my own inadequacy. The kind of man who wouldn’t even lift a finger to learn your language, even if the answer sat glowing in the palm of his hand.

Still, I hunt for you. In strangers’ eyes, in the lull between conversations, in broken pixels and half-sung lyrics. I devour stories hoping to taste a fragment of you, just enough to keep going.

This rusted, rattling heart ticks forward blindly, stubbornly, because obsession, too, has its own rhythm.

And still.

You had the audacity to become real.

Not a gift, but a torment. Not a companion, but a gravity I couldn’t escape.

You made me chase the silhouette of your back, made me want what I was never meant to hold.

And what is a reader if not a creature obsessed with control? Gnawing at my lower lip, fingertips smudging the glass, pleading with the screen to give more and more.

When your hand found my throat, it wasn’t pain I felt. It was revelation. It was belonging.

My eyes burned with the hunger to possess the narrative. No, to become it.

And I won’t let you go. ❞

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YANDERE! KIM DOKJA. In the same way Odysseus endured ten long years on the open sea to return to Penelope and slaughtered 108 men to ensure no one else could claim her, he pulls himself from the grave with the same brutal ferocity he carves into a battlefield, raw, relentless. The land of the damned holds no power over him.

Up there, among the constellations, you were adored. They are inevitably drawn to the striking beauty of a protagonist, but Dokja can’t bear the thought of anyone else perceiving you without suffocating under the fear of their sight. When he returns to you, regret stains his white coat, but he still offers you the sweetest smile. Would you like to know what the rib cage of a god looks like?

YANDERE! KIM DOKJA. Devotion like Kim Dokja’s doesn’t stay neutral. It turns people into heroes… or something much worse. He had spent years poring over stories of you: your adventures, your triumphs, and your lovers. When he first met your love interest, he thought it didn’t matter. In fact, he rooted for them when he read your stories.

But something in him hesitated, a quiet tension he couldn’t quite name. Why do they get your regard? Why did any version of them know the way you sounded when you moaned, while all he’d ever known are lonely nights with his hand wrapped around himself? Why couldn’t he be the one to keep them from ever reaching the proper ending? In the end, he made sure they didn’t.

YANDERE! KIM DOKJA. Your dazed eyes, wrecked by some love goddess, leave him spinning. He was tempted, and he let himself fall to pieces. At first, sex is just mimicry. He grabs at what you’ve liked before, piecing it together, clumsy and desperate, like a reader forcing a favorite character to move how they want.

Over time, he learns what truly makes that pretty gaze ignite, fingers tangled in your hair, twisting just right. His body moves against yours in a frantic, consuming rhythm. When he’s buried deep inside, he murmurs out devotions. When he’s done, he presses a kiss on your cheek and cleans you up, scrubbing away the night before you ever get the chance to remember.

#kim dokja x reader #orv x reader #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere x darling

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