#joongdok ex-boyfriends assassin yjh x civilian kdj What Kim Dokja expects at his door in the morning is his well-past-due package that contains the new kitchen utensils he ordered three months ago. Instead, he opens the door to the sight of his bloodied ex-boyfriend.
For a moment, Kim Dokja does nothing but stare. His heart seizes painfully—there’s so much blood everywhere. Yoo Joonghyuk’s handsome face is streaked with it, from his right eye to the corner of his trembling lips. Truthfully, this sight used to be normal before they… parted.
Thinking of those times, when they were both younger and freshly in-love, makes Kim Dokja’s throat tighten around the words he wants to say. Eight years of separation have done nothing to dull the memories that flit through the space between them.
Question after question, yet Kim Dokja can’t speak. What happened? Whose blood is it? Why are you here? Are you okay? Why... ...why is you here? How desperate does someone as powerful as Yoo Joonghyuk have to be that he resorts to his ex’s shithole of an apartment for help?
It aches. Kim Dokja never admitted it to himself after their dumpster fire of a breakup, but he worried about the other man. It was never to the point where he would reach out, but it would strike him randomly throughout the day. I hope he's okay. I hope...
Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice is little more than a whisper when he breaks the tension between them, eyes pitifully looking down at Kim Dokja like a wounded animal. “Can I… come in?” Is he meant to say now? “Ha... sure.” Kim Dokja staggers back to make way for the injured man.
With some hesitation, Yoo Joonghyuk steps inside. Somehow still managing to be a perfectionist, even in this state, he makes sure to shut the door behind him. At the entrance, he takes off his shoes. As if he's some normal guest, showing courtesy for the home owner. This guy...
Kim Dokja doesn’t dare look back as he clears space on his couch, tossing worn cushions on the floor to make space for the hobbling Yoo Joonghyuk. The elevator in this apartment building is broken—how long did it take him to limp up all those stairs?
…why is Kim Dokja really starting to feel bad all of a sudden? He sighs, resigned. Just look at him. Who could turn away that miserable face? He kneels by the side of the couch, waiting as Yoo Joonghyuk uses the back of the couch to lower himself down.
Even after all this time, Yoo Joonghyuk is quite familiar with what Kim Dokja wants from him, so he shifts slowly, and raises his blood-slick shirt to reveal the damage. Kim Dokja’s breath stutters.
Cast over that toned abdomen are a dozen and a few scars, some old and some new, but only two minor ones open; one small nick under his breastbone and another near his navel. There’s little new blood, leaking out steadily, but Kim Dokja has no doubt that it must sting like hell.
Still, he sighs a little in relief, feeling a tension melt from his shoulders. Better painful scratches than a serious wound he can’t patch up. “Take off your pants after I get up,” Kim Dokja orders, carefully brushing his hands over Yoo Joonghyuk’s body.
To express just how irritated he is right now, he digs his fingers into a tender-looking part of Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest. The other’s hand flies to grip the armrest with a pained grunt, but he doesn't retaliate.
Despite his still hands, Kim Dokja’s heart pounds with anxiety. For how long had he fretted, hoped to see Yoo Joonghyuk again? How many scenarios did he conjure up? How many plans did he make to bump into Yoo Joonghyuk? He wanted to ask, to get an answer out of Yoo Joonghyuk…
I know better, Kim Dokja thought to himself. This isn’t the kind of thing that an ordinary person like me should know about. …in the end, he keeps his mouth shut dutifully. Throughout his inspection, Yoo Joonghyuk watches Kim Dokja through his narrowed, tired eyes.
Kim Dokja doesn’t once meet his gaze out of sheer fear that he’ll do something stupid. “...how have you been?” Yoo Joonghyuk asks, sounding weirdly awkward. Kim Dokja seals his lips shut. He’s not going to let this bastard try and sweet talk him after showing up in this state.
I haven't seen him for a decade and this guy has the nerve to come back to me in tatters?! Kim Dokja stands up and stomps away to the kitchen, fuming. I’m going to squeeze lemon juice on him. I’m going to clean his wounds with salt water. Damned bastard. I'll call the police!
Incensed, Kim Dokja looks back as Yoo Joonghyuk shuffles on the couch. The angle from the door is awful, but Kim Dokja has enough sense to guess he’s trying to take off his pants. “Yah, just ask for help if you need it!” he yelps, hurrying over frantically to push him back down.
Though Yoo Joonghyuk goes easily, silent, he still scowls. Yet, through the wet hair plastered over his skin, the redness in his pale cheeks… he actually seems... a little cute? Agh, damnit. Kim Dokja surrenders himself to his fate. He was never good at denying this bastard.
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can we all be really nice and pretend we didn't see any typos because it was 2am 💔💔 be glad I even remembered to write it in English 💔💔
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