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The sun blared on his bare back as the sharp, hot pebbles stabbed the bottom of his feet.

Han Sooyoung grumbled. “I never wanted to come out here.”

Chuckling, Kim Dokja pranced around on the tips of his toes, speeding down the bushy walkway. “I didn’t make you, loser!”

Han Sooyoung frowned, holding her black towel around her tightly in one hand, and balancing the beach umbrella upright in the other. There was no way she was going to get sunburned in this weather- who even needed the beach? Kim Dokja just dragged her out here so he could show off his swimming skills and toned abs that shone brighter than his future. A selfish bastard he was, although last time they went out, she did have fun flicking the salty water in his face while Yoo Sangah scolded her. Han Sooyoung chuckled at the thought.

Kim Dokja tucked his beach bag under his arm. “Race you down!”

She watched him bolt off in his blue board-shorts, running off into the distance. She rolled her eyes, and continued walking as she was, strong gusts of salty wind blowing her hair in her face.

Kim Dokja made his way down to the beach, digging his toes in the sand. He smiled at the familiar sensation, before walking to find a good spot to lay down the blanket. His hair swept with the breeze blowing over the crashing waves, and the sun shone comfortably warm on his bare back. 

As he continued walking with a bag in his hand, a particular man caught his gaze. A man sitting on a high chair wearing branded aviator sunglasses and a red cap, probably to protect his face from the sunlight - was out there looking over everyone running on the beach. His eyes pierced with alertness and his eyebrows furrowed with extreme seriousness, as if he had complete control over life and death on the beach he ruled. His complexion was like a guard dog, sitting and waiting for danger. His graciously tanned shoulders coated with oily sunscreen, not missing his attractive bare chest - Kim Dokja’s mind was crazily absorbed into the complete atmosphere of this stranger.

Han Sooyoung finally caught up and slapped her hand on Kim Dokja’s back. “What are you looking at, idiot? Someone finally caught your eye?”

Kim Dokja turned around to face the woman, before sneakily pointing over to the lifeguard. “He’s hot. Like, super hot.”

“Good for you. Now get out the sunscreen and put it on yourself so you don’t fry like a squid.”

Kim Dokja quickly laid out the blanket, and got his friend to rub sunscreen over the arcs and dips of his back, before he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the water. 

“Dokja-! I’m going to kill you!”

Han Sooyoung held one hand over her yellow broad-brim hat with a pink ribbon around it as she was hauled into the shallow pits of the waves. She let go of her towel, shivered in her purple bikini and pulled her sunglasses down so the shimmering light reflecting off the sparkling waves didn’t null her blind. Kim Dokja, the idiot he was, quickly released his hands from her wrist and ran down till the water was at his waist. How, in such cold water? Han Sooyoung didn’t know. Then, he dunked his head right under the surface, before peeking back up and flicking his hair like a dog. 

Han Sooyoung shielded her face with her hands. “You’re getting it all over me…”

Kim Dokja smirked, before paddling in the water and splashing water all over his friend’s bathers and face, soaking her wet. Han Sooyoung’s jaw dropped. “Oh, you fool, you asked for this-!”

She launched forwards and shoved his face underneath the water, cackling like a psychotic maniac. “Payback, you squid bastard!” An evil grin twisted on her face as she watched Kim Dokja flail his arms in the air, failing to grab anything, as if it would bring him back up. 

Then suddenly, she heard a whistle. Phweeeee!

Her mood instantly falling, she rolled her eyes and turned around to the beach, to find the stubbornly serious-expression lifeguard sending her death glares, pointing at her as if she did something horrible. Han Sooyoung rose her hands away from the water and held them up defensively, showing she had no intention of killing her friend. She stuck her tongue out and turned back to Kim Dokja. 

Kim Dokja shot out of the water, aggressively panting while his head was completely drenched in water. His cheeks were pink from shock, as if he was flustered after being caught cheating in a test. “Sooyoung!”

“Look, you’ve gained the attention of your hot lifeguard crush,” she commented, deflecting the anger boiling up inside him. 

“What…?”

And sure enough, when he looked over, the lifeguard made eye contact with him. A deep intimidating scowl stuck like glue to his face. 

“Ohmygodhessohot…!”

Han Sooyoung kicked Kim Dokja, who lost his footing a little, before looking back at the lifeguard again.

Then unexpectedly, the lifeguard sent him a thumbs up, before turning his attention elsewhere.

Kim Dokja yelped and flopped back into the water, grinning giddily like an idiot. “He gave me a thumbs up…”

Han Sooyoung rolled her eyes, her shoulder-length hair softly drooping down to her ears. “Wow, great job, he made sure you weren’t dead.”

Kim Dokja covered his face with his hands. “Thumbs up is friendly, right? And friend ly is basically friends . And friends can like each other. Friends can also date. And people who date get railed by each other. So he wants to have sex with me?! That sly basta-”

Han Sooyoung shoved his head back underwater. “Oh, shut up, you idiot, before I kill you!” she screamed, listening to the suffering gargles of Kim Dokja underneath the water.

Some time passed as they played silly games in the water, until Kim Dokja had an idea. 

“You think he’d give me CPR if I drowned?” 

“....What the fuck are you asking me out of nowhere?”

“It’s the perfect plan.”

Han Sooyoung tipped her hat over her face in shame. She couldn’t bring herself to look this fucking idiot in the eyes anymore. “Why am I even here? Am I gonna have to appear as a witness for a murder trial?”

Kim Dokja sneakily rubbed his palms together like a sly fox waiting to perform his mischievous plan. They sat in the shallow tips of the water, fresh water coming up past their toes and brushing their fingers. He glanced back at the lifeguard. “Just think about it. If I’m drowning, he has to save me. It’s his job.”

Han Sooyoung leaned to her side and nudged her smaller shoulder against his broader one. “Have you forgotten what drowning means? It means death .” She was just in utter disbelief of how stupid this sounded. 

“Sometimes you just gotta ‘yolo’ your way through life!”

“Do you wanna die?”

“Ahaha….”

She watched Kim Dokja pick himself up off the sand and run back into the depths of the water, dunking himself under. Bubbles floated and popped at the surface of the simmering water, coming to a cold still. She saw a little hand peek above the surface, holding a peace sign. ‘Yolo’, was the message Kim Dokja was probably trying to communicate.

Han Sooyoung let out a chuckle.

She leaned back onto her hands and rolled her eyes, again. She couldn’t help but make that expression every time she was around that guy, because every time she was with him, such a stupid idea would arise that she wanted no involvement in.

It was also very funny to watch.

She glanced back up at the hot lifeguard, seeing if he noticed anything. The blaring sun shone right behind the tall white and red chair like a halo, as if he was some god-like saviour of the beach. 

And sure enough, he was staring directly at the empty space above where Kim Dokja dipped his head under.

“Sir, he’s drowning!” She yelled out nonchalantly to the lifeguard, pointing out to her dumbass friend. 

A glistening spark lit in his eyes, his sharp eyebrow raising. Then hastily, he swooped out of his chair and down onto the ground on one gracious move, his luscious black swepts of hair dusting back to show his handsome face. He threw off his sunglasses and chucked them onto the sand, bolting over to Kim Dokja in long strides like a galloping horse. 

Han Sooyoung’s jaw dropped. She muttered, “Geez, his life isn’t that important, you can take your time, you know? I wouldn’t rush.”

Kim Dokja flailed his arms wildly.

Great job, you idiot, she thought.

The lifeguard bolted right past Han Sooyoung, the afterswepts of wind blowing her hair backwards and leaving her astonished. He then proceeded to dive into the water, smoothly freestyling his way down to Kim Dokja as if it were the only thing he could live for.

Han Sooyoung counted to herself. “One… two…”

Like a rock emerging from magma, the lifeguard majestically rose to stand with Kim Dokja sitting in his arms, layers of water dripping off them both. Kim Dokja’s limbs fell loose, the tips of his fingers dragging in the water. He was supposed to be unconscious, and sure, his acting performance was passing at a first glance, but she could see the smile drawing on his lips. He was probably so happy to be held in the arms of this stranger. 

Kim Dokja couldn’t help but grin from the feeling of being held in a strong man’s arms. When he expressed this desire to his best friend, she laughed and called him a victim of cliche tropes. 

‘My knight in shining armour,’ he would say, and Han Sooyoung would threaten to kill him again with her arm raised high. 

The lifeguard shuffled out of the water, delicately placing the flimsy body softly onto the sand in front of her with the utmost care and affection. Then, he crouched beside Kim Dokja, before swinging his leg over so he was looming right above him, on his knees. His thick, wet hair drooped over his face, his eyelashes glimmering in the sunshine.

“...!” Han Sooyoung choked on her saliva. What the hell was with this position?! 

The lifeguard leaned in closer to Kim Dokja’s face, examining the details of his mouth. 

Kim Dokja squinted his eyes shut, cheeks dusting red. This was it. The oh-so-handsome lifeguard would give him CPR, and he’d wake up right after the passionate life-saving kiss. 

Grainy sand ruffled through his scalp, and he honestly couldn’t see past the sun directly shining in his eyes, blinding him senseless. But it was worth it. He could feel the lifeguard’s strong thighs pressing against the sides of his waist, and the warmth of his breath tickling his cheeks. A smell of sweaty sunscreen so close to him; it was ecstasy.

But then suddenly, a sharp pain stung out of nowhere.

Slap!

…What the fuck?! 

Kim Dokja’s left cheek stung, the red mark of his large hand stuck to his face. His eyes shot wide open as he made a pained expression.

“What the hell-“

Slap!

His other cheek fell victim to such a raw attack. It happened again and again, before Kim Dokja gasped and made eye contact with the man above him. 

“Gaah-!” He screamed, finally taking in the man above him. “You’re hot!”

From a very close distance to his right, Han Sooyoung was cackling louder than she ever had before. “Oh my god-” in gasped breaths, she hurled over laughing so hard that tears formed in her eyes. “Hahaha!”

Kim Dokja wiggled and tried to free himself from underneath the man, to no avail. “Get. Off. Me!” 

The lifeguard paused, staring Kim Dokja in the eyes, before slowly rising to stand. Kim Dokja laid sprawled out on the sand, staring right up at the lifeguard’s ripped chest and chiselled jaw. He brought his hands to his face, cowering in shame. 

The lifeguard bent over to pick up his sunglasses he previously threw away, then spoke in a deep voice that resonated so low that it even challenged the depths of the underworld. “Looks like you're alive.”

Kim Dokja coughed, rising to sit. “Yeah, no shit.”

Han Sooyoung rolled on the floor, choking on her own laughter. “Hahaha- I’m never going to see such a spectacle ever again! Your gay ass- I can’t!” 

“Shut up, Han Sooyoung!”

The lifeguard stood there blankly, remaining a serious expression. He looked down at Kim Dokja, watching him grit his teeth.

“You- are you even qualified to be a lifeguard?!” Kim Dokja slowly rose to stand, looking him deep in the eyes. 

“What…?” 

Kim Dokja tried to hide the blush forming after listening to such a nice voice. Regardless, his cheeks had just been slapped, and this bastard was not going to get away with it.

“I was drowning, and you slapped me!”

A puzzled look covered the life guard’s face. “And…?”

“ And ?!”

The lifeguard crossed his arms. “You would have never woken up if I didn’t slap you.”

Kim Dokja’s eyebrow twitched. “What if I took in water? You were supposed to give me CPR and I would-” Cutting himself off, he pursed his lips shut. “...Nevermind. You’re just a sunfish bastard. Go back to your high chair and continue doing whatever you were before I nearly died.”

Kim Dokja glanced at the chair, pointing at it, but something was wrong. “Someone else is there…?”

The lifeguard nodded. “Yes.”

“So there’s two of you?”

The man looked around, before raising his eyebrows in confusion and pointing at himself. “Me?”

Kim Dokja rolled his eyes. “Oh no, I mean your mother. No shit, you.”

The man slowly spoke. “But… I’m not a lifeguard.”

Han Sooyoung paused her chaotic cackling to listen to the strange confession. Kim Dokja froze completely, stopping all his current movements in confusion. “You what?”

The stranger shrugged his shoulders. “Some guy with strange white hair told me to sit up there and look cool while he went to get his ‘bandages to conceal his destructive power.’ His words, not mine.”

Kim Dokja’s face drew blank like a squashed squid. “So you just… sat up there.”

He nodded. “Yep.”

Han Sooyoung rose from her spot on the floor, then moved closer to them. She barged her way past Kim Dokja and firmly gripped the stranger’s hand left with an evil grin. “Hi, I’m Han Sooyoung. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And you are?”

The stranger returned the handshake reluctantly. “Yoo Joonghyuk.”

Kim Dokja frowned and slipped his way past his friend, grabbing Yoo Joonghyuk’s right hand and aggressively shaking it. “And I’m Kim Dokja!” he smiled, through gritted teeth. 

“Uhm…”

Han Sooyoung smiled happily with her professional talent for messing with strangers. “Since you have nothing else to do, why don’t you join us?”

Kim Dokja sent side glares to his friend, but she completely ignored them.

“Uh, sure.”

“Great, we were just about to take each other for piggy backs in the water, but I’m afraid I’m too weak to hold Kim Dokja on my back. Will you?” 

“Sure.”

Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped. “Hey, this was not to my consent!”

And sure enough, they had lots of fun playing beach games until the sun set. Kim Dokja almost died from embarrassment, while Han Sooyoung almost had the best time of her life. She wished she brought a camera for such the spectacle, and if Kim Dokja did ever to invite her out again after today, she’d go along right away.

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After swimming, they changed and packed up their gear before the sun got low, while Yoo Joonghyuk left early. Then later, Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung went to book a room at a nearby restaurant to have dinner. 

Han Sooyoung’s velvety black hair shone like night in the reflection of the sunset, and the piercing blue glow in her eyes matched her finely engraved ring with a deep blue iris gemstone, gifted by her girlfriend, Yoo Sangah. She wore a flat black t-shirt with a black and white striped long sleeve underneath, sending a deathly aura with her chained earrings and necklace. She chewed on her signature lollipop, standing in line at the reception, one hand in pocket, the other flicking her phone screen.

Continuing typing, she opened her mouth, lollipop stick bobbing up and down. “You’re really going to the pub after this, looking like that?”

Kim Dokja frowned. “What? I look fine.”

She glanced up, looking her friend up and down, before commenting. “What, in sandals, a red shirt screaming ‘this guy needs beer’, and skinny jeans? Did no one ever teach you how to dress?”

Kim Dokja scoffed. “Oh yeah? Well…” He looked down at himself, then back up. “...You’re probably right.”

Han Sooyoung put her phone in her pocket as the line moved forwards. “Alright, well after we eat, let’s go looking for some suitable clothes for you. I refuse to leave the house with you looking like a homeless loser.”

“But… oh, fine,” Kim Dokja frowned, but then soon, they were in front of the line. 

After having a nice dinner, Han Sooyoung dragged him by the wrist to a nearby store. By this time, the sky was a misty orange and the night was nearing close, but they still had plenty of time before they hit the drinks.

They stepped through the wooden door, to be welcomed by a store that had a vintage aesthetic, but was still oddly clean, filled with cosy and cute sweaters, to tidy ties and snazzy suits. Kim Dokja’s eyes marvelled at the pure range of selection. 

“Sooyoung…”

“Hm?” She responded, her hands already digging through a rack of jackets.

“What do you plan to make me dress as?”

“I’ll pick some stuff out for you. Don’t you worry, you’ll get all the bitches tonight,” she smirked, before adding, “gender inclusive.”

He rolled his eyes, before helping her pick out some decent clothes.

…

“I am not wearing a dress.”

“Okay, whatever you say…”

…

They argued over many choices of clothes, eventually coming to the conclusion of one piece together. 

Han Sooyoung handed Kim Dokja a blue cardigan with red and white stripes outlining the collar, along with a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a plain white shirt. 

Kim Dokja frowned. “You want me to wear this?”

She nodded.

“It’s so boring though…”

“Would you rather wear some sexy lingerie with a cat tail and paws? Wow, you’re such a slut, Dokja, I wouldn’t have taken you for such a-”

Kim Dokja choked on his own saliva, cheeks dusting red, as he forced his hands over his friend’s mouth. “Sh-shut up! I’ll wear it!”

She nodded, taking the clothes back. 

“B-but you’re paying for it.”

“Of course, I’m the only one out of us who can actually afford it.”

Kim Dokja chucked. “Whatever, I’m the one who’s getting clothes for free right now.”

Soon, she handed the clothes over to the store clerk, swiped her card, then left with a classy paper bag of clothes for the night.

By now, the sun was deep below the horizon and beautiful stars shimmered in the glossy night sky, sending shadows behind Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja as they stood outside the bar. The yellow lanterns sitting off the hanging roof edge, illuminating their bright faces.

Kim Dokja adjusted his blue and red cardigan, then glanced at Han Sooyoung to his left with a worried expression. “Is this really alright…?” he questioned, before looking back at the ostensibly simple door. He squinted his vision a little to see the calm energy of drinkers sitting behind the bar.

Han Sooyoung chewed on her yellow lollipop, shoving her hands into her black leather jacket pockets and brushing past his shoulder. “Of course. Let’s go in.”

Kim Dokja hesitated, but soon followed behind her.

The door-bell jingled and the sound of mellow jazz enveloped the room, with the clinks and clashes of vintage winery settling atop the tables. At the slight tinge of beer and spirits staining the clothes of men and women around them, Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung sat down at a four-seats round table, with a ruffled white cloth draping over top. 

“Isn’t this place nice?” Han Sooyoung leaned her elbow on the table.

“Well yes, but… didn’t you invite Yoo Sangah out tonight as well?” Kim Dokja glanced around, before looking back at her. “Where’s she?”

Han Sooyoung clicked her tongue. “She’ll be here soon. Probably finishing her government work or something.”

Kim Dokja nodded. 

“Why don’t you go sit up at the front bar?”

A confused expression covered his face. “Why should I? You want to leave me alone?”

Han Sooyoung rolled her eyes. “You really want to interrupt my dinner date with my girlfriend? That’d be more awkward for you than me.”

Kim Dokja shuffled back in his chair. “Hey- she’s my friend too-”

“But she’s my girlfriend, not yours.”

“Yes, but-”

“Leave now, before she gets here.”

Kim Dokja frowned. “I don’t want to sit up there alone…”

“Hey.” Han Sooyoung leaned further across the table, looking straight into Kim Dokja’s wary eyes. “What happened to my friend that literally faked his ass drowning just to get a kiss from the hot lifeguard? Look at you now! You’re an unsociable idiot who can’t even handle sitting alone for a while!”

“That-” Kim Dokja covered his flushed face with his hands, before sliding the chair back on the glossy wooden floor and standing up. “I’m leaving. Have a nice date. Don’t get drunk.”

“It’s not like you’re going to leave forever. You’ll just be about five metres away from me. Why don’t you make a friend? Feel free to bring someone back to your place, since I’ll probably go to Yoo Sangah’s anyway.” She paused, tapping her finger on her chin, before continuing. “Actually, I doubt you could even do that. You had to sacrifice your life just to get the attention from some man that caught your eye. Speaking to him didn’t even cross your mind because you knew you couldn’t without my help! Me, the best wingman you’ve ever had in your entire life. Well sorry, Dokja, but I’m not available as a wingman, but I know you’re useless talking to anyone without me.” She chuckled, leaning back into her seat. “Bye!”

Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped, before he quickly left the table. “Bye, you idiot! Don’t speak to me again!”

Han Sooyoung smirked. “Likewise, dumbass…”

While walking away, Kim Dokja settled his mind on one thing.

I’ll prove her wrong.

Kim Dokja sat alone on the high rise bar stool, slowly sipping a beer. He pulled out his phone, scrolling down on the most recently updated chapter of his favourite fanfiction. He waited quietly and patiently, with nothing else better to do than mindlessly indulge himself into reading.

“Excuse me.”

A voice deeper than the seven seas shocked Kim Dokja so much that his phone jolted out of his hands, falling onto the wooden floor. When Kim Dokja looked over his shoulder, he met eyes with that tall, handsome man, wearing a tight black top with a beige trenchcoat. It did… wonders… to Kim Dokja’s mind, his eyes widening further.

The familiar man coughed with a blank expression. “Is this seat taken?”

The only other time Kim Dokja’s face looked so stupid was when Han Sooyoung dragged him up for a karaoke session, only to find his mother there as well, half drunk.

He was taken aback, with once glance at Yoo Joonghyuk, then glancing back down to his phone on the floor. 

“...Ah.” The man began kneeling down to pick up the fallen phone. 

Oh shit-

“Yoo Joonghyuk- I got it!” Please don’t look at my screen!

As he began leaning over to beat Yoo Joonghyuk to his phone, the chair rocked a little too far, sending rushes of panic through Kim Dokja’s spine as he fell. 

And, based on pure luck, he fell right into the arms of his beloved stranger.

“...”

Even with Kim Dokja sitting half in his arms, half on the floor, Yoo Joonghyuk managed to pick up the phone and pass it over.

With a puzzled expression, the man spoke, “I had it. There was no need to go so far.”

Kim Dokja quickly brushed off his cardigan, racing to stand back up and sit down again. Yoo Joonghyuk sat on the stool beside him, before waving down the bartender. 

“I’ll have a white wine spritzer, and he’ll have…” Yoo Joonghyuk glanced over, before looking back at the bartender. 

Silence sat between them for a while, before the bartender clicked her tongue and spoke up. “An orange juice?”

Kim Dokja snapped up to look at the bartender. “What-”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s face was puzzled, and it took a moment for Kim Dokja to realise what the bartender just said. 

“...Heewon??”

The bartender, Jung Heewon, chuckled. “Seems like you got a handsome date tonight, Dokja.”

Kim Dokja’s ears dusted pink. “It’s not a date.”

Yoo Joonghyuk rolled his eyes and tapped the counter with his large fingers, expecting his drink to come soon.

With clattering wine glasses and distant chatter, Jung Heewon, in her tight suit and tie, poured two cocktails and slid it to the men across the bar.

Kim Dokja was never a heavy drinker. Through the times when he murdered his father as a child, giving him relentless trauma through constant sleepless nights, to when the Song Minwoo in high school shattered his knee in a one-sided brutal beatdown, Kim Dokja never resorted to any forms of alcohol. Being a minor, of course he shouldn’t, but the broken shards of beer bottles were still right there during every moment. He tried to be responsible, be the good guy , and prove to everyone that it wasn’t him that was wrong.

The only people he could prove were the characters in his novels, though.

After a couple drinks, Kim Dokja shuffled closer to Yoo Joonghyuk. Despite finding him so attractive that he’d risk his life just to be held in his strong, brawny arms, Kim Dokja didn’t know anything about him. With his painstakingly blank expression and blunt mouth, he’d be lucky to get a single word out. 

But, he was curious. 

Kim Dokja picked up the wine glass, swirling the fine wine in his hand. “What do you do for a living, Yoo Joonghyuk?”

“I don’t like small talk.”

Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped, frustration bubbling up. “Then… hobbies?”

Yoo Joonghyuk furrowed his brow, hesitating and looking the other way. He mumbled, “Gaming.”

“What, you play with little kids on Roblox?”

“No- what the fuck?”

Kim Dokja giggled. “I’m kidding, you idiot. Are you a professional?”

He let out a low grunt, nodding his head.

“Sounds fun.”

A moment of silence passed, before Kim Dokja pulled his phone back out, continuing to read.

Yoo Joonghyuk peered over his shoulder. “What are you reading?”

A light flush rose at the base of his neck, embarrassment seeping through. ”W-why do you want to know?”

“You were glued to your screen before I came.”

Then suddenly, Kim Dokja heard a snarky chuckle from behind him. He looked over to the cause of that cackle, to notice Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah sitting at a distant table. Han Sooyoung made eye contact with Kim Dokja, before continuing her ugly laugh. 

The conversation he had with her prior to this stuck in his head. Han Sooyoung thought he had no game to bring home a guy, and he could definitely prove her wrong, given he already has a man next to him. Now he just had to figure out a way to take him back to his apartment, begrudgingly so.

Drawing his focus back to the man next to him, Kim Dokja slowly spoke. “I was reading… a novel.”

“Interesting.”

Kim Dokja rolled his eyes. This was going nowhere. 

“You’re surprisingly boring in conversation for a man with the looks of a golden statue.” Looking away, he continued, the corner of his mouth smirking. “Golden boy.”

Yoo Joonghyuk clicked his tongue. “As if you’re any better. You just drowned before; you’re an incompetent bastard who can’t even swim.”

“Oh? Is that how it is?”

“Then how come I had to save you if you think you’re competent?”

“You weren’t even a real life guard!”

“I was filling in.”

Kim Dokja huffed. This guy was impossible. Somehow, he had to show this guy he was better. This arrogant jerk, thinking he was better than anyone else. 

Then, a vicious idea clicked in his mind. 

“So you’re a pro gamer, huh?” Kim Dokja raised an eyebrow, looking suspiciously at Yoo Joonghyuk, glaring directly into his eyes.

“Yes.”

Kim Dokja rubbed his hands together meticulously, smirking with a shit-eating grin. “Are you into the classics?”

Yoo Joonghyuk leaned back into his stool, crossing his arms and returning the harsh glare.

Kim Dokja leaned forwards, his breath inches away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck. He spoke softly into his ear, with the tingly sensation of his hot breath spiking the hairs on Yoo Joonghyuk’s arm. “Come over to my place, we’ll see who’s got more game.”

Yoo Joonghyuk hardened his glare and tugged Kim Dokja’s shirt, aggressively forcing his collar upwards. “You-”

A glimpse of evil intentions sparked in Kim Dokja’s pupils, his teeth bearing fangs. “What, you think I’ll outplay you?”

Yoo Joonghyuk tightened his grip on the man’s collar, before shoving his chest away. “Game on.”

And with that, Kim Dokja stood up, grabbing Yoo Joonghyuk by the wrist and dragging him to his apartment. 

Han Sooyoung looked up from her desert, holding a fork in her mouth. “Hm?”

When she last looked up, Kim Dokja was seductively leaning into the crook of that man's neck, but now he was dragging him outside firmly by the wrist, with frustrated bared teeth and an evil grin.

Han Sooyoung choked on her food. “Oh my god-”

Was he finally going to get laid? Was Kim Dokja going to the bar’s open area to have an aggressive make-out session with his hot date? Or was he taking him to get spicy in bed? Kim Dokja, the virgin loser, finally got a date- with a handsome bastard, no less. It wasn’t believable, but she saw everything first-hand.

Han Sooyoung dropped her fork, covering her bright red cheeks and blindly staring into nothingness. “He finally did it…”

From across the table, Yoo Sangah, with her tidy beige blazer and polished marble necklace, reached out her pale hand to her girlfriend. “Darling, are you okay…?” she spoke, concerned.

Han Sooyoung shook her head. She shouldn’t let her fantasies take over her mind. “It’s nothing, sweetie. As you were saying?”

“So, about the flat earth theory…”