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Kim Dokja groaned. Even remembering that shit of a commercial made his brain hurt. Seriously what was Star Stream even thinking putting something so… distasteful… for the outside world to see? Also why did they have to describe the second lead so negatively?!

Sure, his irritation may have been caused by the fact, he was currently possessing the poor guy, but still. Is there something which screams second male lead more than that?

“Could you please tell me, what do you think you are doing right now?” his math teacher’s voice cut through his thoughts. Kim Dokja turned at the short man with another sigh escaping his lips. Was it time for another encounter with the heroine? Normally he wouldn’t even notice if he was trying to commit murder… (…Kim Dokja may or may not have tried that)

“I was just admiring how beautiful the weather is right now” Kim Dokja gave him a closed eyes smile. Only the sound of thunder interrupted the silence which occurred after his answer. The man’s smile twitched. He really hated to disrespect the old teacher this way, but what choice did he have?

Kim Dokja learned the hard way, that if he didn’t stay in character some outer god punished him in one way of another. First it came in a way of losing his lunch money and then in a way of… meeting her.

Someone snickered “Yeah sure, you Walmart JD” Kim Dokja tried not to cringe as he turned towards the raven haired beauty, who had currently shit eating grin plastered on her face.

Han Sooyoung.

And unfortunately the protagonist of this shitty world.

Their math teacher just sighed, as this was way too common occurrence. If Kim Dokja remembered right, the azure haired man actually tried to interject before they started seriously arguing for the first few times. He respected the man for that.

“Okay Jefferson” and that was all it took for the woman to lose her shit. He noted (with satisfaction) that her shit eating grin became blood demanding grimace.

“How fucking dare you, you Evan Hansen rip off-!” well now that crossed the line for Kim Dokja. They had an agreement-! But if she was going to play dirty, he had no qualms to do so too.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over your pure idiocy, you Squip avatar” he could see her metaphorical fur rising, as she showed her sharp canines in an unflattering grin.

But just as she was about to call him another stupid name (Kim Dokja swore, if it was Michael or Jeremy, he was going to gut her, female protagonist or not), the school bell interrupted her.

“Alright class, next lesson we will be having test, so… be prepared” the math teacher sighed as he walked out of the classroom with exhaustion visible on his face. And in the moment the only responsible adult was gone, Han Sooyoung strode all the way to Kim Dokja’s desk in the back of the room.

“You bastard, how dare you call me a mother fucking Jefferson?! I do not want to be associated with that Hatsune Miku binder wearing abomination in any way!” the man decided to annoy the woman even more, by resting his hands behind his head with smirk gracing his lips.

“Yeah sure, and you also definitely didn’t set those first years drawings on fire, because they” Kim Dokja put one of his fingers to his chin, in a fake attempt to try and remember how it was “Oh yeah! Because they dissed your shitty writing”

Han Sooyoung gave him unimpressed look “Sure mister can’t-wait-until-morning-to-borrow-sequel-so-i-just-break-in-the-school-at-three-am” Kim Dokja winced. She was never going to let him live that one down, was she?

“Ugh, anyway today is the… sick episode, right?” Kim Dokja really wanted to thank any god out there for making the protagonist another transmigrator, because he swears to god, if he would have to deal with some naive airhead, Kim Dokja would kill.

“Nah, it’s the choose your club day” he gave her a smug look “Don’t tell me you forgot your own creation” and just as she will never let him live down the breaking in school because of a book, he was not going to let go of the fact, she was the writer of that shitty book, they were currently in.

Han Sooyoung groaned “Fuckkkk… I really don’t want to deal with this shit today… can’t you sign up for some lazy club or something?” it was an unwritten rule, the female lead had to be in a club with one of the male leads. They both collectively agreed the second (or first) male lead was too much of a bastard to be even able to exist next to him.

“There’s actually no club like that” Kim Dokja wondered what was he going to have for lunch… he was pretty sure he was still losing his lunch money…

“Huh? We literally have the Bastard foot licking club, or… Doki Doki Book club- why’re you so pale?” the man just gave her look of pain only cultured people understood. He just hoped there won’t be two stories happening at the same time…

“Anyway” he coughed to hide his unnatural behavior “I am planning on making my own club actually”

The woman gave him look full of disinterest “Is it reading club?”

“How dare you accuse me of doing something so basic? We already have a reading club, so why would I make a second one-”

“Is it web novel reading club?”

“…yes”

Han Sooyoung scoffed “Basic bitch” before Kim Dokja had the chance to defend himself she continued “At least make it How to commit tax fraud or something”

Kim Dokja decided to not comment on that.

...

Kim Dokja was pissed off.

What the fuck do they mean he has to have at least three members to start a new club?! That’s such a bullshit decision! And where the hell is he even supposed to take another two members?

Well he knew he could cash some of the favors he have with Han Sooyoung and make her join, but what about the second one?

The (original) Kim Dokja was a local weirdo, who was known for randomly spouting true crime facts. He was bullied (probably, Kim Dokja guessed from the way some people were looking at him). He wasn’t ‘conventionally attractive’ as the bullshit summary said. And his…

Well that wasn’t important. What was important was that there was no one who would want to share club with Kim Dokja, and the asshole that Han Sooyoung was.

…

…unless someone was even bigger asshole than she was.

Kim Dokja shuddered at the thought. No, let’s keep that (him) as a backup plan.

For now he just has to visit some of his acquaintances

Happy Happy Hiatus ( ﾉ´ ヮ`) ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

“Oh fuck no!” Jung Heewon was already walking away from him. Kim Dokja tried to grab her shoulder, but she just turned at him with a gaze full of rage “That bitch stole my wallet and when I confronted her, she lied about it being hers!” Kim Dokja cringed. He remembered that… but that still didn’t seem like that big of a deal “And I know I am not the only one she did this too! Plus that one time she said she was collecting charity money, and then just took the money?!” the man gave his friend unimpressed stare. “What” Han Sooyoung tried to defend herself “I needed some cash for new notebook”

Yoo Sangah gave him polite smile “I am already part of the History club” Kim Dokja knew for a fact, Yoo Sangah wasn’t a member from their first year, but chose not to comment on it. He knew there was some sort history between the two women. “Aww, really? And I thought we were actually going to gain a member with brain cells” Han Sooyoung sounded nervous as she made her shitty joke. Yoo Sangah thought so too as her smile only became tenser. After she left, Han Sooyoung murmured to herself “Guess she’s still mad about the Pluto-is-planet thing, huh…”

Kim Dokja was about to open his mouth to ask his favorite underclassman, but she was quicker “No, no, no- not today father, I’m sorry” Biyoo shouted as she ran away, leaving behind only a trail of dust. Kim Dokja looked suspiciously at his friend. “Huh? Why are you suspecting me? I really did nothing to her, I also don’t know why she’s reacting like that” Han Sooyoung said, you know, like a liar, because she did in fact stole some of the underclassman’s candy.

Han Sooyoung what the fuck ლ( ಠ_ ಠ )

Kim Dokja really had no other choice now. After so many unsuccessful tries to enlist one person into their club (and even more, before he could even explain what the club was actually about), he decided that he will definitely have to visit that annoying bastard.

So here he was, standing before the close door leading to the rooftop, because of fucking course that edgy asshole had to stay most of his time there. Kim Dokja sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with him today (not that he ever was in the mood to deal with that shithead).

But he had to! For his club, and for the hours of doing nothing he could spend in it!

So Kim Dokja opened the door (gate leading to the Boss room) and walked in with irritating smirk plastered on his face.

And immediately he was almost killed by a rock.

“Damn, rude” Kim Dokja immediately took cover. What would that psychopath do if he was just some random poor student? Not everyone had such an amazing reflexes as him.

“Next time it’ll be tomatoes” the raven haired man cringed. Everything became a lot harder when that bastard found out his weakness – tomatoes. Now it seemed like he had always few tomatoes on him, in case Kim Dokja got too close.

He raised his hands, as if the other could see them “I am not here to fight. I have actually pretty cool proposal” he let his voice color with mischief. There was no other reason for that, but it irritated the other man.

There was a moment of silence, before a deep pleasant voice rang through the air “I won’t hesitate if your plan is stupid” holy fucking shit, Kim Dokja was lucky today! He genuinely didn’t expected that…

And so he walked on the rooftop, finally being able to see the First Male Lead of this shitty world.

Kim Dokja suddenly remembered how he felt when he saw him for the first time. He thought at the time, that the boy was a sculpture who was gifted the ability to move, to breath, to bless this sinful world with his charming appearance. His stupidly handsome face, and his stupidly ebony hair slightly moving with wind, and his obsidian eyes which were sharply gazing into his, and his breath which hitched for a second—

 But then he realized the bastard’s true personality. Cold hearted bastard, who was almost even more anti sociable than him, only popular because of his good looks, who has to take care of himself and his sister- nope, nope! He was not going to think about that. It was none of his business anyway.

Just like it wasn’t Yoo Joonghyuk business how did he know so much about his situation.

“Speak” sheesh, be careful so you won’t hurt your voice, with the way how much you are speaking…

Kim Dokja’s smirk widened “Of course, of course. I was thinking about making a club and—!” a tomato flew right through the space, where his face was just a second ago.

“Get out” ugh, why so cold you damn protagonist?!

“You know you need to join a club this year!” Kim Dokja shouted in desperation, as he dodged another tomato. That thankfully stopped the attack long enough so he had a chance to continue “All the seniors have to. And I know for a fact you are not in any club” that was a lie. Kim Dokja was just guessing. Based on the bastard’s bad personality, none of the clubs (but his fan club) would want him in.

Yoo Joonghyuk just scoffed “And I am supposed to join your club. Why?” Kim Dokja took it as his small personal victory, that the man was still listening.

“Because in my club, you will be able to do whatever you want in an actual classroom, not on this cold rooftop” that was another lie, but if Yoo Joonghyuk joined, Kim Dokja had no doubt they would give them free classroom.

The other man glared at him “Than I could join any other club. Plus who is your third member? One of the three underclassmen who always follow you around?” if Han Sooyoung did something to him too (which she definitely did) he was going to steal all her left socks and her notebook.

“Han Sooyoung, but—“

“Of course” surprisingly this time the man didn’t scoff. He had more thoughtful look settled on his face and Kim Dokja couldn’t help but notice the small wrinkle between his brows.

Huh.

Weird thing to notice.

“Alright” Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly spoke.

Kim Dokja, interrupted from his head empty state of mind was a little confused “What?”

That bastard nodded to himself in confirmation “I will join your club”

If he said ‘Alright, I will join your club’ there is slight chance he misspoke and said join instead of destroy. Though to be honest the probability of that happening is very small, and doesn’t even make sense, which means he…

…

“What???”

...

“So are you sure you… three, want to start a new club?” the tired secretary gave them look full of doubt. Sure, their group consisting of bastard protagonist, menace to society and ex-true crime whore, may be a little strange to some, but… no wait there was no but. This group was really just fucking weird.

After seeing Kim Dokja nod, the man gave them annoyed sigh. It takes few moments before he started filling out the blank spaces in the new club creation document (after some unfortunate events it was decided the teachers will take care of the documentation). But then his hand suddenly stopped moving.

“And what’s your club name?”

Oh shit.

Kim Dokja forgot to consult that with the others before. But if he told that the secretary he would throw them out and they wouldn’t be able to join club in time.

And so Kim Dokja made the unfortunate decision to improvise.

“Kim Dokja’s company” he could feel both of his companions glares burning holes in his back, but he didn’t turn around. The secretary just nodded and continued filling out the paperwork.

“Alright, the new club ‘Kim Dokja’s company’ comes into existence” the man dramatically stamped the paper “right now. Have fun I guess”

Chapter Text

Han Sooyoung was once again running late.

Well, if you call leisurely walking running.

Nonetheless the protagonist had a toast in her hand paired with disgusted glare “Why the fuck do we only ever have toasts… it’s like all the food fucking disappears” she stared at some random kid, who was looking in her general direction, successfully making them cry “Fuck”

But then, something miraculous happened. She was just about to turn around the corner, scowl still present on her beautiful face, when…

“Aah-!”

Two young bodies and a toast, lying tangled on the weirdly clean ground. Han Sooyoung does not know who the other person is, but she catches glimpse of her school’s uniform. ‘I swear to the mother fucking god, if this is Yoo Joonghyuk, I will commit murder’ the sweet girl though, with an absolutely disgusted expression.

Fortunetly for the rest of the world, the other boy was not the other protagonist, but someone different “Holy fuck, how does this keep happening?! I literally changed my route to school, just so we wouldn’t meet” an irritated sigh escaped Kim Dokja lips.

“Yeah, my condolences you poor fucking baby, but what about my fucking breakfast?!” Han Sooyoung glared at the other man with hatred. Sure, she hadn’t really plan on eating it, but now she didn’t have a choice.

Kim Dokja chose to ignore her “Also I still need to know how in the sakura petals did you managed to move that shitty ability of yours to me?”

Yeah, because that fucking happened.

When the man met Han Sooyoung, she actually had the ability to trip on literally nothing, also known as the Female Lead’s Clumsiness™. It bothered her a lot, but never enough to actually try and do something. Sure, her notebook broke because of it, but she managed to buy new one (with charity money), so all was good and nice, right?

Wrong.

It happened on Friday. The last class of the day was about to start, when suddenly Yoo Joonghyuk walked into the class.

That was weird occasion on itself, since the man was avoiding their class like the plague (which was understandable, considering how most bad things happened in there). But it got even weirder, when he bee-lined his way to Kim Dokja seat, where him and Han Sooyoung were currently discussing the best way to eat the rich.

“Uh, yeah we should definitely start with that Bastard, like—hello Yoo Joonghyuk—CEO at fifteen years old? That’s fucking ridiculous and unfair” the woman didn’t even turned towards the man who she was currently badmouthing.

Kim Dokja gave the raven haired student side look, before deciding, if Yoo Joonghyuk had something important to tell them, he would.

And so another five minutes went by, the two slandering the third one. Kim Dokja thought he heard a pen Yoo Joonghyuk was holding, snap at one moment, but he was honestly too afraid to check.

Finally Han Sooyoung had enough. She, who was sitting on the other man’s desk, stood up and turned around at the same moment “Alright asshole, what the fuuUUUUU—!”

And suddenly the woman was falling.

Thankfully she had enough time to decide, where she was going to fall.

First option was Kim Dokja. He was also sitting on his desk, which would meant the female would literally fall into his lap.

Second option was Yoo Joonghyuk. He was standing there, close enough for her to be able to fall onto his chest without any harm.

Her choice was obvious.

Han Sooyoung took the open window.

(Kim Dokja hastily looked out of the window, worried about his friends. She was lying on the ground, curses escaping her mouth yet a self-satisfied look gracing her face.

He was friend with a fucking psychopath. Who in their right mind would choose a fucking window over-

The man made the unfortunate to check on Yoo Joonghyuk’s reaction. He just wanted to know if he was okay, you know. He knew the man was cold hearted bastard, but it is not every day your friend jumps out of the window.

Yoo Joonghyuk was smiling.

What the actual f u c k. His friend jumped out of the fucking window, and he was smirking with cold delight visible in his eyes.

Kim Dokja was friends with two fucking psychopaths.)

This whole fiasco ended up with broken leg and arm, Kim Dokja realizing he had really weird friends and the god or whoever deciding Kim Dokja was better adept on the Female Lead’s Clumsiness™.