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Darkness
That was the first thing Kim Dokja saw when his eyes finally fluttered open. Just where was he anyway?
All he knew was that there was no light whatsoever, he was definitely laying down, and it was warm. Like very warm.
“Kim Dokja.”
And was he laying on top of something? How did he even get here?
“Kim Dokja.”
Let's retrace his steps. The last thing he remembers was sitting around at the complex. He remembers getting up and telling everyone he was going to retire for the night earlier than usual, since he was so drained from the day before. He remembers Yoo Sangah wishing him a goodnight and he vividly remembers the kids begging him to stay up later. Like full on coat grabbing, trying to pull him back to his original sitting position. It took everything in him not to give in. Oh yeah, back to the matter at hand. Where is he?
“Kim Dokja, I know you're awake. Stop ignoring me,” a familiar voice grumbled a little too close for his liking.
“Yoo Joonghyuk? Is that you?” Kim Dokja reached out his hands until they hit something solid and tried to push himself to an upright position, only to be stopped by the wall mere centimeters away from his back. “Ow!” he yelled when his head hit the wall with an audible smack!
“We’re trapped.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
“Remove your hands from me, Kim Dokja.”
“Stop whining, I’m not even touching you. And stop saying my name in every sentence, it’s weird.”
“Then why are your hands grabbing my chest?” Is that what Kim Dokja had grabbed when he tried to sit up? Is he- Is he laying on top of Yoo Joonghuk?
“Oh sorry,” he squeaked out, removing his hands and placing them on either side of Yoo Joonghuk, eternally thankful for the lack of light in whatever contraption they were in. If Yoo Joonghyuk saw the faint blush forming on his cheeks, he would never let him live it down.
Well, I guess that answered the question from before. They were in some sort of box. Yoo Joonghyuk was laying on his back and Kim Dokja was laying on his unnecessarily muscular chest, face down. Lucky him.
Now the next question arrives; how do they get out?
Kim Dokja looked to the side to see the familiar blue window pop up.
[Hidden Scenario - Think Outside the Box
Category: Hidden
Difficulty: F
Clear Conditions: Escape from the contained space within the given time limit.
Time limit: 15 minutes
Compensation: --
Failure: ??? ]
“Okay this is all fine,” he thought aloud, “All we have to do is break out this box in fifteen minutes.”
“Yes, I can read,” he heard Yoo Joonghyuk mumble from underneath him.
“I wasn’t talking to you, dumbass.”
“Then who? The voices in your head?”
[Fourth Wall is mildly offended]
“I’m just thinking out loud. Obviously you’ve never had to do that, since you rarely think as it is,” Kim Dokja is cut off by Yoo Joonghyuk’s boot nailing him sharply in the calf. “Ow! Okay, okay I’m sorry, I take back what I said about you and your tiny brain.” He can’t see much right now, but he can feel Yoo Joonghyk’s heated glare aimed at him.
They fall silent for a moment until Kim Dokja gets an idea. He begins shifting around, trying to feel around the edges of the box with his hands. Maybe there’s a crack or a latch or anything that could be used to open the box.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop- you know, wriggling around-”
“Wriggling? Big words for you, Yoo Joonghyuk.”
“Don’t interrupt me, and yes, I mean what I said. Whatever you’re doing right now. Wriggling- worming around everywhere. Stop that.”
“I’m trying to help us. Maybe there’s a latch or something-”
“There’s not.”
“And how would you know?”
“Well, while you were dozing off earlier, some of us were looking for a way out.”
“I was not dozing, I was unconscious, so that’s not even my fault.”
“You allowed yourself to be knocked unconscious, so it is your fault.”
“Were you not unconscious earlier, too? Or were you wide awake when we were put in here, and therefore allowed yourself to be locked in here with me?”
There was no reply.
“Exactly, that’s what I thought.”
They fell back into silence for a moment. So Kim Dokja went back to his “wriggling” or whatever Yoo Joonghyuk called it, until he felt a harsh grip on his hair, forcing him to look up at Yoo Joonghyuk, and making his arms stop his searching around the box.
“I said stop.” His voice was a hushed whisper, close to Kim Dokja’s ear. And the way they were laying, meant Kim Dokja could actually feel the way his chest vibrated when he spoke.
His face was definitely red now.
And did it suddenly get hotter in here?
“Let go of me, you sunfish bastard!” Kim Dokja swung his arms up towards Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand, pulling with all his might, “That hurts you know.”
He kicked him hard with his boot. Kim Dokja kicked him back. Things were starting to get out of hand now, with them almost full on wrestling, until Kim Dokja felt something that made him instantly freeze.
Something big and hard, prodding him down there.
“Yoo Joonghyuk-” Kim Dokja hesitantly spoke, “Are you- are you hard?”
The hand in his hair tightened.
“Seriously? At a time like this?” Kim Dokja thought. They were trapped in a box and who knows what would happen if they didn’t escape in time. In all honesty Kim Dokja is scared shitless right now, feeling hopeless that there’s no way out and he’ll have to suffer the consequences of this scenario. Maybe Yoo Joonghyuk gets off to the idea of Kim Dokja’s hopelessness. In all honesty, that makes the most sense. He obviously loves making Kim Dokja absolutely miserable. Or maybe it was something else, like all his squirming around.
No, there's absolutely no way he made Yoo Joonghyuk hard just by lying on top of him-
“Not a word to anybody.”
Kim Dokja nodded fervently, a little fearful of what the regressor might do if he went around spreading rumors about his you know what.
The hand finally let go of his hair, and Kim Dokja tried scooting his way up, so his dick wasn’t constantly pressing into his stomach, but the effort was in vain, as it just made it seem like he was trying to tease Yoo Joonghyuk by grinding his hips into-
“Kim Dokja.”
“I’m sorry, I won't move. You know maybe you could help us find a way out and all instead of just sitting there doing nothing.”
“You want me to help? Fine.” Yoo Joognhyuk placed his leg in between Kim Dokja’s, his foot resting against the top of the box, his hard dick pressed directly up against him. He placed his arms on either side of Kim Dokja’s head and bucked his hips up a bit and started pushing the top of the box.
“W-what do you think you’re doing?” Kim Dokja questioned. It was starting to get hard ignoring the heat beginning to pool in the bottom of his belly.
“Helping.”
“You bastard, you’re doing that on purpose.”
“Doing what?” Kim Dokja could hear the smugness in Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice.
A few minutes had passed like this and it was obvious the box wasn’t going to break.
“It’s useless, now remove your leg from between mine and I won’t tell everyone about your hard dick rubbing into me.”
“What vulgar language, are you sure you’re not enjoying this? Your body seems to like it.” It took Kim Dokja a minute to process what he meant by that. He just knew there was a tiny smirk plastered onto that stupidly handsome face of his as he raised his leg a bit higher, until he was pressing quite hard onto Kim Dokja’s own hard length.
“F-fuck. Stop that. Get off me, you bastard.”
“You’re the one laying on top of me.”
“You know what I mean, you sunfish- mngh” Yoo Joonghyuk cut him off by grinding his hips up.
“You’re quite sensitive, aren’t you.” Yoo Joonghyuk brought his hands down to Kim Dokja’s waist, ignoring how his hands were clawing at his chest, trying to get away from the stimulation.
“Shut up. Ahha~ It’s not f-funny Joonghyuk.” But Joognhyuk didn’t stop and soon the box was filled with the quiet pants and moans Kim Dokja was making.
The sweet feeling of pleasure almost blinded Kim Dokja to the initial problem here; the box. But he was soon reminded by that all too familiar blue window.
[Scenario Failed: Time Limit Reached]
The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground, next to Yoo Joonghyuk, no box in sight. He shot up directly to his feet, using his hands to hide his you know what from the prying eyes of the constellations, and quickly, Yoo Joonghyuk followed suit.
“Not a word?” Kim Dokja whispered under his breath.
“Not a word.” Yoo Joonghyuk agreed.
Great, now no one would have to know about his almost loss of virginity to the sunfish bastard, and he could keep his dignity and go about life as usual.
[As Compensation for Failure: the video footage from inside the box will be shared amongst the star stream]
Fuck