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Yoo Joonghyuk was known as the strongest in the current world. He was known for his wide variety of skills, and only a fool would dare to challenge him to a fight. Just the mere sight of him was enough to send a group of heavily-armed people wetting their pants. He was always seen frowning and glaring at the people around him. The only times when his eyes softened a little bit, was when he was with Kim Dokja.
Kim Dokja.
He was a mystery himself.
The regressor couldn’t understand how such an intriguing person was able to make his way through the Star Stream, and catch his attention. It was as if he was a fish swimming about and spotted the bait. This time, the bait was none other than the reader himself. Joonghyuk often finds himself staring at the man with silent awe at his beauty. Among the small group known as Kim Dokja’s Company ( which was a bad name, by the way, like he wasn’t sure what Kim Dokja was thinking but moving on- ), everyone knew he was horrendously bad for the leader.
There was once when Lee Jihye was searching for him. The girl was determined to become stronger. She didn’t want to see someone close to her dying without her doing anything. The memories of Kim Dokja risking his life by becoming the 73rd Demon King was still fresh in her mind, although a few months had passed since that tragic event. She managed to find him standing by the balcony of their large-sized apartment.
“Master, there you are! I was wondering if you could teach me a new skill today,” she exclaimed, quickening her pace to join him.
“...”
“...Master?”
Lee Jihye leaned forward, waving her hands before Yoo Joonghyuk’s face. Usually, he would have replied with one word or a grunt. But she was greeted with complete silence. The student was a little afraid, wondering if the person on her side was even her Master. She noticed he was staring at something with an intense expression, more intense than usual.
The student followed his eyes, and her own widened when she realized Kim Dokja was playing with the two kids of the group: Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung. They weren’t doing anything worth looking at, only playing simple catching as they ran about in the backyard. But somehow, Yoo Joonghyuk was watching with a rather soft and loving expression.
Don’t tell me they’re together!?
Lee Jihye gawked at the thought and she immediately left, not bothering to say anything to the lovestruck man.
The second time was when Kim Dokja had returned after completing a scenario on his own. The group were reluctant to let him leave without anyone keeping an eye on him, after going through one tragic event after another. To their surprise, he returned in a pair of shorts and his usual black button-up shirt.
“What? Where the hell did your pants go?” Jung Huiwon asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Ah… I didn’t look where I was going, and ended up tripping over my feet. The next thing I know, I fell into a large puddle and my pants are wet,” Kim Dokja answered, hands busy patting the two kids' hair. They clung to his side the moment he returned, which was rather adorable.
“I bet you were reading that book of yours again,” Han Sooyoung snickered, ignoring the glare thrown her way from the leader.
“No, I wasn’t.”
[The Lie-Detector has confirmed the statement is false .]
“HAHAHAHA! I knew it! You’re too glued to your stupid phone! I won’t be surprised if you fall into a drain next!” Sooyoung howled with laughter and Huiwon joined in.
Kim Dokja sighed. Whenever some unfortunate thing happened to him, it was always the two of them ganging up and making fun of him. Sometimes, he wondered why he allowed them to join his team and was starting to think if it was a bad choice he made in the past.
[The constellation, Abyssal Black Flame Dragon, is looking at you with disappointed eyes.]
[The constellation, Demonic Judge of Fire, is sad and pretends to cry.]
[The constellation, Prisoner of the Golden Headband, is laughing.]
And, now they’re being overdramatic…
He sweatdropped at their reactions but paid them no mind. The group dispersed, each moving to do their own things. There weren’t any urgent sub scenarios that required their attention, and since they have a few days left before the next main scenario begins, they decided to use the chance to rest up and polish up their skills. Kim Dokja arrived at his room and was about to enter when he spotted a figure.
“Ah, Joonghyukie!” He called out, ensuring to use the nickname he loathed just to rile him up.
And there it was, the signature dagger like glare from him. As Kim Dokja was flashing his shit-eating grin and waving his hand like the idiot he is, he was oblivious to how Yoo Joonghyuk widened his eyes at the pair of black shorts he wore. They did nothing in covering his long and slim thighs, stopping way above his knees. The regressor felt his throat drying up the longer he continued to stare at the pair of thighs.
Kim Dokja was always seen wearing a pair of pants that hid his thighs. Now that he was wearing shorts, it was like Yoo Joonghyuk seeing a new side of him. The man was brought back to reality when the other was now standing in front of him. Kim Dokja wore a confused look; eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed and one hand resting on his chin. He leaned in closer, either ignorant or oblivious (the regressor hoped it was the latter) to how Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes were fixated on his thighs.
“Yah, you sunfish bastard, I’ve been calling your name for the past few minutes but you didn’t respond. Don’t tell me you lost your hearing too?” He snapped, straightening himself and crossed his arms. The way Kim Dokja’s lips curved downward into a pout was rather cute, but the effect it had on the lovestruck man was not good.
Yoo Joonghyuk knew he had to get out of there, now before it was too late.
Which was why he used Red Phoenix Shunpo and made a mad dash out of the industrial complex, much to the utter confusion of Kim Dokja. He blinked his eyes, watching as the man left dust in his wake. Never have he watched him run at the speed of light, until today.
“What’s gotten into him?” He muttered, entering his room and remained ignorant to the fact he was the cause of his reaction.
The next few days proved to be a form of entertainment, for the others that is. Kim Dokja continued to wear the shorts as he moved about in the industrial complex. His pants were taking an unusually long time to dry, much to his annoyance. Huiwon teasingly pointed out he could simply walk around naked and no one would bat an eye.
Her comment made him realize she had seen him naked, back then when they were fighting the fire dragon and he threw her a light-hearted glare.
The woman merely walked away and laughed to her heart’s content.
The others were unfazed, having been through a heap of unbelievable things Kim Dokja had done (like dying again and again-). He swore he saw all of them laughing amongst themselves with how Yoo Joonghyuk malfunctioned for a split second, and regained his composure like nothing happened. They were having the time of their lives as they watched the usual stoic man slowly going insane.
And it’s all because of Kim Dokja and his annoying shorts.
It was on the fourth day when Yoo Joonghyuk decided he had enough.
He stormed his way to Kim Dokja’s room, slamming the door open with a brute force and it was amazing to know the door was still in one piece. The owner visibly flinched at the sudden loud noise, nearly dropping his precious mobile phone. He snapped his head to the doorway, starting to sweat on being on the receiving end of the main character’s piercing glare.
Biyoo, who was resting on Kim Dokja’s shoulder, watched with a cute confused look as her eyes flickered between the two. Yoo Joonghyuk walked until he was standing by the bedside. He looked down, taking note of how Kim Dokja was sitting on the bed sheets, allowing him to proudly show off his thighs to the entire world.
“Kim Dokja,” he growled, the voice sending shivers down the said man’s spine. At this time, Biyoo was smart enough to vanish into thin air to leave the two alone to talk about whatever it is.
“Uh, yes? How may I help you? If this is about an upcoming scenario, then I decline-!?” Kim Dokja answered, only for his voice to raise an octave higher when a large and calloused hand grabbed his right thigh.
“W-W-What do you think you’re doing!?” He shrieked, sounding like a distressed maiden in the early 90s.
As I thought… it’s really soft… it reminds me of a girl…
Yoo Joonghyuk furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing small circles on the smooth and pale skin of Kim Dokja’s thigh. He was engrossed in his thoughts, which were starting to become unholy as every second passed when Kim Dokja punched his arm. He looked up, the breath in his throat hitched at the beautiful sight before him.
His usual pale skin was painted in a unique and evident shade of red and pink. The tips of his ears flushed as red as a tomato. His cheeks were burning to the point Yoo Joonghyuk thought he might blow a fuse soon.
[The constellation, Demon-Like Judge of Fire, is screaming!]
[The constellation, Demon-Like Judge of Fire, is losing her mind!]
[The constellation, Demon-like Judge of Fire, is having a nosebleed!]
[The constellation…]
Ah. There were still the constellations watching them through the Star Stream. Faint jealousy growled in the regressors’ heart. He didn't want anyone else to be the witness of Kim Dokja’s flustered state. He cleared his throat and said four words in a rather demanding tone.
“Biyoo, close the channel.”
“Baaht.”
Biyoo replied, obediently following his order and closed the channel.
“Haha, um, Joonghyuk-ah, if you have something to say then feel free to say. I can help you with whatever you’re encountering,” Kim Dokja spoke up, trying to maintain a small portion of his dignity before he goes insane.
“... Kim Dokja.”
“Yes?”
The reader raised his head, eyes widening a notch at the sudden proximity between them. He instinctively leaned away, wanting to create some distance but to his surprise, he felt a hand supporting the back of his head.
“Joonghyuk-!?”
He attempted to speak, but was silenced by a pair of warm and soft lips. The gears in the constellation’s mind began spinning at breakneck speed. He was unable to believe and comprehend the very solid fact that the regressor, the main character and their second leader was kissing him.
Kim Dokja was brought back to reality when Joonghyuk’s free hand was resting on his thigh again. Shivers ran down his spine at how he sensually rubbed circles on his skin. He gasped when the hand moved higher, accidentally parting his lips at the same time.
And who was Yoo Joonghyuk to ignore this?
He didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue in, feeling a sense of pride flowing through his veins at the breathy moan from the man beneath him. He didn’t fail to notice him shivering as well. The two engaged in a slow but sensual dance where only they knew the rhythm to. Kim Dokja was feeling light-headed, unable to keep up with the current situation. Till now, he was unable to comprehend the fact that the main character was actually kissing him.
“Jonghyuk-ah-!” He whimpered when the large hand was now caressing the side of his slim waist, causing goosebumps to form on his pale skin.
“Kim Dokja, you have no idea what you do to me,” the regressor growled, the low and deep voice sending heat to the reader’s lower body.
“W-What are you saying- ah !” He mewled, back rising from the bed slightly when Yoo Joonghyuk moved down and began kissing, biting and sucking on his inner thighs.
“W-Wait, stop!” Kim Dokja cried out, trying to push the other away but Yoo Joonghyuk firmly held him in place, leaving him at his mercy.
Shivers ran down Kim Dokja’s spine when he could accurately sense the other’s lips nibbling away on his smooth skin. He knew there would be hickeys left behind, and was thankful his pants would be dried tomorrow. The last thing he needs is for his teammates to make fun of his state the next day.
“You should be taking responsibility, Kim Dokja. You were asking for it the moment you wore these ,” Yoo Joonghyuk replied, flickering his eyes up to meet the other’s teary eyes. He emphasized on the final word and gave his left thigh a squeeze.
“It’s not my fault you became horny when I wore shorts, you sunfish bastard!” Kim Dokja snapped, his feisty and snarky personality making an appearance.
It turns out it was the wrong move, for Yoo Joonghyuk narrowed his eyes. The reader nervously gulped when he caught sight of those eyes darkening a notch. He instinctively pressed himself further down against the white sheets when Yoo Joonghyuk moved to hover over him. Kim Dokja’s eyes widened when the man leaned down, teasingly brushing their lips and elicited a touch-starved whine from him.
“It is your fault, Kim Dokja. So, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to wake properly tomorrow,” he purred, sending another wave of heat to his lower half, in which it had already reacted to Yoo Joonghyuk’s teasing.
Kim Dokja could only prayed to his soul and sanity tomorrow.