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Today was Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday. And yet, he wasn’t celebrating with his family — or friends — no, he was alone, in the library, with Kim Dokja, the bumbling fool he’d found himself partnered up with.
"Could you please at least try and focus, for fucks sake, Kim Dokja?" Yoo Joonghyuk spat, circular, silver, rimmed eyeglasses falling down the bridge of his nose. His displeasure was quite apparent in all aspects of his handsome features, from his menacing death glare to his fists clenching his pen and paper on the table of the library— and even the way he breathed. Kim Dokja always made short mental notes of his mannerisms within different emotions— and now, that was starting to pay off. He wasn’t angry, just.. tired. Probably overworked from the past few weeks of school. This project was no help for his nerves..
"Sorry, Sorry, Joonghyuk-ah.. I was just so captivated by the essence of your beauty, I was unable to move!" Dokja chirps teasingly, in response to his partner’s annoyed tone. He propped his cheek on a cold, bony hand, smiling away at the clearly pissed young man in front of him. He couldn’t help it. Yoo Joonghyuk was simply too fun to pick on. His reactions were priceless— the little faces he made were simply, to die for.
"Quit your flirting and get to work, already, Kim Dokja."
He listened, scribbling away at his notebook quietly. He’d seen Yoo Joonghyuk break under pressure plenty times, more than he wishes he’d seen. It’s a terrible sight — the guy begins shaking and crying, and pleading with you, if you’re close enough — begging for your help. Kim Dokja feels terrible every single time it happens, because he’s terrible at helping people. That said, he still does everything he can. He embraces Yoo Joonghyuk, treasures him as he should be cherished, tells him the nicest things in the world. Tells Yoo Joonghyuk it isn’t his fault — because it isn’t. It never is It never has been. It never will be. Ever since the incident with his sister — the poor girl being hospitalized — he’s been more on edge than ever. He’s been checking out during classes, leaving during fencing practices — even missing entire days, just so that he can feel some sort of comfort, making sure his sister is alive. Is safe. Is at ease.
A part of Kim Dokja wants to lean over and hug Yoo Joonghyuk, just for the heck of it — he looks so tense. His shoulders are tight at his sides, one hand tightly clutching a pen, writing in his notebook, the other hand holding said book in place. His features shone in the light of the sun that was setting outside, giving that warm glow that looked oh so handsome on Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheekbones. Everything about his classmate was so .. ethereal. Kim Dokja couldn’t help but watch his every move — he was simply too beautiful not to look at.
Another hour or so passed, and finally, the sun had set, and the project was finished. At long last, their work was paying off. Yoo Joonghyuk began packing up his things, stretching his arms behind his head with a yawn. His gaze fell to Dokja, an eyebrow slightly raised.
"What are you looking at, Kim Dokja?" He murmurs, confusion rimming his deep voice. It reminded Kim Dokja of the dark ocean, mysterious and beautiful in every single way. It contained the most wondrous creatures, the most fascinating of sea plants. Much like the ocean, Yoo Joonghyuk was full of secrets. Beautiful, ugly, odd — whatever the case may be, every secret gave a driving desire to unpack every single thing from the young man.
"Your pretty face, Joonghyuk-ah!" Kim Dokja jeers, giggling whenever Yoo Joonghyuk smacks him with his paper-back. He presses a hand against the other’s chest — only realizing how hard he had pressed whenever Yoo Joonghyuk’s back was against a bookshelf, his silver glasses falling to the bridge of his nose. A surprised gasp escaped Kim Dokja’s lips, the young man staring up at his classmate.
"Ahaha.. sorry.. Joonghyuk-Ah. I didn’t— mean to.."
Yoo Joonghyuk only stares back, a confused expression crossing his features. Kim Dokja realizes something. The library — they were left alone within its vicinity. Uriel, the librarian, had left the duo with the keys to the place, expecting them to lock it up once they’d finished. No one was here — in fact, that, he was sure of. Another thing: Yoo Joonghyuk was insanely attractive in the sunset’s light. Each individual feature was highlighted, his shallow breathing making him look all the more handsome. He couldn’t help but bring his hand to Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheek, cupping it lovingly. He stroked the pale skin, now tinted pink, for whatever reason, leaning slightly forward.
"Kim Dokja..?"
Dokja paused. Right. He had to make sure..
"Is it okay if I.. you know?"
Yoo Joonghyuk’s brows furrowed, and before Kim Dokja even had a moment to act on his thought of backing away, his lips were connected with Joonghyuk’s rough ones. It was unexpected — but welcome. Kim Dokja felt.. oddly bold, today, slipping his hands to push against the other’s chest, shoving him lightly against the bookshelf as his lips parted, so that he could breathe — but before he was met with air, he was met with another kiss.
It wasn’t surprising that Yoo Joonghyuk was so.. good, at this. He was good at everything, after all. What was surprising? The fact that one, Kim Dokja could sloppily copy his movements and get just as much done, two, Kim Dokja was *enjoying* this — probably too much — and three, just how gentle Yoo Joonghyuk was with him. The few times he had imagined a scenario like this — because he has, he *so* has dreamt of kissing Yoo Joonghyuk, who wouldn’t? — he’d imagined a rough, biting sensation. This was just as good — if not better.
His scarred hands were planted on Kim Dokja’s waist, rubbing circles around his back to keep the two semi-grounded. Every time he’d pull away, he’d whisper something lovingly to Kim Dokja, diving right back into his gestures.
"Joonghyuk-Ah—nn.."
Kim Dokja wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, leaning back to catch his breath. Yoo Joonghyuk only watched, seemingly bedazzled by what had just occurred. Before Dokja could even manage to begin speaking, Joonghyuk’s lips were pressed against his neck, leaving a trail of kiss-bite sensations.
"Okay— mhm.. right there, yes— I mean!—"
Yoo Joonghyuk laughed, looking back towards the shorter young man with a smile. He seemed less stressed, now. It made Kim Dokja feel better about his birthday being wasted away in a library..
"We shouldn’t.. do this here. Key word. Here. Please, let’s continue, somewhere more private. You’re amazing—"
"Ah?" Joonghyuk interrupts, hands resting behind Dokja’s back as he continued to stroke the area in circles.
"You.. you liked that? You were okay with it?"
"Of course I was okay with it— I was more than *okay* with it, from the start!"
Joonghyuk doesn’t comment.
"Hm. It wouldn’t.. hurt, no — in fact, I’d quite enjoy it. You taste just heavenly, Kim Dokja."
Kim Dokja gasped, finding Joonghyuk’s hand pinching his hip gently. He pressed a few more kisses against the other’s neck, causing Kim Dokja to squirm with each nip and nibble. His arms wrapped around Yoo Joonghyuk’s torso, Kim Dokja trying his hardest not to grip too harshly against his uniform.
"Though.. just a little longer, alright? Nothing too.. intimate. Just a few kisses. That okay?" Yoo Joonghyuk coos, eyes connecting with Dokja’s.
"Oh yes, please, Joonghyuk-Ah— ahn—!"
Kim Dokja flinched whenever Yoo Joonghyuk bit down, *hard,* on his collarbone. He felt so warm inside — and out — and his knees quivered. If Joonghyuk kept this up, he might just collapse from the glory of it all.
God, did he have to be this gorgeous?
"Careful— careful, careful, careful—"
"What? Don’t want people to see? Afraid of what they might think? Of what they might say? Ask? Tell me, Kim Dokja. What is it that bothers you, about me sinking into your pretty body?"
Kim Dokja felt hot tears well up in his eyes. This was simply. Too much. And all he was doing was — what, kissing him? Maybe biting him like — once?! He felt so horrendous, getting so worked up over something so small.
"People will see—"
"Let them," Joonghyuk replies, flatly, "Let them see, and realize that you’re my beautiful boy, Kim Dokja. If they ask, tell it to them straight. Let them know how I heard.."
Another kiss-nibble was pressed against his collarbone. Kim Dokja *knew* he’d whimper before he’d even done it. It was so predictable, it was pathetic.
"Every single noise you had to make. So precious. Absolutely ravishing. I’ll treasure every moment with you, like this. Goodness, Kim Dokja, what have you done to me..?"
[ What have I done to you?! More like what have you done to me?! ]
Kim Dokja presses his palms against Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest even harder.
"Please— Joonghyuk-ah— yes, yes, ah!—"
"That’s my dear."
Kim Dokja squirmed, looking to Yoo Joonghyuk with pleading eyes. He took the sign.
Carefully, Yoo Joonghyuk intertwined his hands with Dokja’s, pressing small kisses against his knuckles.
"We can continue this somewhere else. Alright?"
Kim Dokja nodded silently, shooting a text to Sooyung to let her know not to wait for him. He was sure he wouldn’t be home soon. A part of him was glad Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t live with anyone — but another part was anxious. Would he even survive?
Time would only tell.
After briefly locking the library, and waiting on a bus to arrive to bring the two home, Kim Dokja found himself seated on a bench beside Yoo Joonghyuk, resting his cheek against the taller’s shoulder.
"Joonghyuk-ah?"
Yoo Joonghyuk’s gaze drifted to look at Kim Dokja.
"Yes?"
There was a short silence.
"Happy Birthday."