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A man with ebony hair slicked back in an elegant manner sits across the table from Dokja, his eyes slightly glinting in the light as he stares at him.
He wears an all black suit, perfectly ironed. It suits his complexion and fits his body almost as if it were made specifically with him in mind. His whole being simply gives the ambience of sophisticated.
“Let me be straight Kim Dokja. I have absolutely no intention of ever loving you.”
He glowers, trying to test him to see if he’ll protest. Dokja would be lying if he said he wasn’t even a little bit threatened by Yoo Joonghyuk, but he wouldn’t let that show on his face.
“And I don’t expect you to, as long as you hold up your end of the deal.”
The paler man stares back and smiles innocently.
They were both only marrying each other for their own convenience, Dokja just happened to need money, and Joonghyuk was willing to give it to him.
He picks up the shiny fountain pen in front of him, the material cool to the touch. Joonghyuk continues,
“As it says in the contract, just act your part as my spouse in public, and at home you are to live quietly.”
“Am I clear?”
“Crystal.”
Dokja slides the papers across the table and the other man simply grabs it and hands it to a butler.
“Good. I expect you to move in tonight then.”
“How chivalrous.”
He answers back sarcastically. The brooding man ignores the comment.
“I will be in my study. You are not allowed in there.”
He walks away and Dokja runs a hand through his hair.
“I really just agreed to this..”
It’s been 3 weeks since Dokja has moved in. The lonely life style becoming more familiar.
He lives in the mansion quietly without disturbing his husband. Every night is the same routine of ignoring each other, but tonight.. is different.
He’s come home drunk..?
“Joonghyuk-ssi, what are you doing?”
He steps outside to see Joonghyuk practically passed out on the front lawn. The man on the ground groans.
“I swear on the constellations I’m gonna-”
He curses under his breath and tries to roll the ridiculously muscular man over, but fails miserably..
“Agh-! You stupidly buff man! Eat dirt Yoo Joonghyuk!”
To his surprise, the man actually complies. Dokja panics.
“WAIT WAIT! NO! SPIT THAT OUT!”
His jaw opens and the dirt spills out. The shorter of the two sighs and wraps his arm around his waist, slinging a heavy arm over his shoulder in an attempt to hoist him up.
By the time he makes it to Joonghyuk’s room, he’s sweating buckets
“Ha.. I really.. need to work out more..!”
He throws the man on his bed and stands there for a minute observing him.
-he really is the perfect man..-
He steps a bit closer and lays his head besides Joonghyuk, their faces mere inches apart.
-what human can have a nose and jaw this perfect?-
“Really Joonghyuk-ssi, you’re going to be the death of me..”
“Address me by a less formal name Kim Dokja.”
Dokja flinches and accidentally throws the plastic water bottle he brought on his way up to the room at the tan man’s nose.
“Kim Dokja.”
He warns as he rubs his nose and glares, but the paler doesn’t hear it, by now running out of the room to the hallway.
-what the hell was that..!-
He holds a clenched fist up to his chest, the sporadic thumping in it not seeming to waver.
Dokja awkwardly enters the dining room and sits down.
“Good morning Joonghyuk-ah..”
“..good morning.”
They both mention nothing of what happened the night before as they eat breakfast silently.
“Ahem.”
Joonghyuk coughs, breaking the silence.
“There is a formal event we must attend this evening. I assume you will be coming as my partner?”
He asks,
“Of course.”
Dokja takes a bite of his food
“It is my role as your husband after all.”
Joonghyuk composure breaks for a second at this comment, but he nods.
~
A deathly handsome man stands in front of the mirror smoothing down his suit.
He sports, as usual, a black suit with velvet accents. Vest hugging his chest in all of the right places. He wears gloves, almost as if saying he doesn’t want the dirt of unrelevant people on him. His hair is slicked to the side, effortlessly swooping down to give him a charming look. He looks perfect.
“Joonghyuk-ah,”
Dokja calls out softly.
As he enters the room Joonghyuk’s eyes widen just in the slightest.
His husband wears a fitting, buttoned up, white suit. Under that, he has a black turtleneck that kisses his neck, exposing only a sliver of his bare skin near his nape. His hair is styled to look natural, his bangs just short of covering his starlit eyes. He leaves everything to the imagination, somehow making him alluring.
“Are you ready to go?”
The taller man snaps his eyes back up from trailing up and down his body
“Ah. Yes.”
He holds out his arm for Dokja to grab onto, which he hesitantly does.
~
Entering the hall, it’s decorated with beautiful white flowers on each table, those lined with a lace patterned cloth. A big chandelier hangs over the marble ballroom where people waltz with their partners.
Dokja stares in awe, taking in the sight.
An older looking man walks up to them and greets himself as the president of Pildu Construction Co.
“Ah! Mr. Yoo, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Come we have lots to talk about~”
He barks out a hearty laugh, both of them leaving Dokja behind.
The latter mentioned sits himself down at a table, a waiter offering him champagne. He gladly accepts and takes a sip.
Dokja watches as Joonghyuk offers his hand to a young lady Gong Pildu introduced him to, asking for a dance.
His heart drops.
The brooding man gives a small charming smile to her as they dance.
It’s a much different facade than what he’s like with him, but Dokja can’t help but wish that he’d put on that front with him.
“Admiring the beautiful hall I presume?”
He is broken out of his thoughts as a man sits beside him.
“Ah- yes, the flowers are simply beautiful.”
A handsome man with flowing golden hair gives him an endearing smile.
“They are. And to be able to see such a gorgeous man as yourself in my presence is an honor.”
Dokja gives him an awkward smile as the man who introduced himself as Sun Wukong leans forward slightly.
“My dear, may I have this dance?”
He hesitates for a moment.
-what if Joonghyuk sees us?-
He worries but then reasons with himself.
-..but who said I can’t have my fun if he can?-
Dokja is a petty man.
“You may.”
The man guides him to the dance floor, and he catches Joonghyuk staring at them intensely.
He turns his attention back towards the man in front of him, but still feels two pairs of eyes on himself.
“Why haven’t I seen you before my dear?”
"This is my first time at an event such as this,”
“That’s certainly a shame~”
Dokja laughs softly.
They easily converse back and forth as Sun Wukong leans in closer while they dance to whisper in his ear.
”Is it just me or does Joonghyuk-ssi have the personality of a rock? He has nothing going on up there,”
He snickers slyly, glancing at said man. Dokja isn’t amused though and silently glares up at the man.
”What a shame..”
-..I’ve danced with such a prick.-
He murmured but keeps the last part to himself.
Suddenly, Joonghyuk walks up to them and pulls Dokja to his side, interrupting the suspiciously intimate moment.
“Kim Dokja.”
His expression is slightly agitated, his brow furrowed looking at his dance partner
”I’ve been looking all over for you..”
He turns back to look at him and his face softens. He can feel the obsidian eyes roaming over his body, almost as if to check if he was hurt.
”..sorry”
-I know you’re lying.. you’ve been staring at us dance the entire time bastard..-
Dokja gives Sun Wukong a pitiful smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, Joonghyuk watching him closely.
“Ah, I’m afraid I will have to leave your company now. But it was wonderful dancing with you,”
“Oh.. well that’s a unfortunate..”
Joonghyuk remains quiet as his husband gives his farewells. Someone could almost feel the jealousy radiating off him
“Home.”
The taller blurts out.
“What?”
Dokja asks at the sudden remark.
“Let’s go home now.”
He quickly leads Dokja out of the event without saying anything else. His grip on his waist tight, and his stride faster than usual.
~
”Who was that man?”
Joonghyuk demands in the car, his tone saying he had no patience for excuses.
”..Merely an acquaintance.”
Dokja says quietly.
The tan man’s grip on the wheel tightens and he glances at him, not believing his explanation.
"What would others say if they knew you entertained the ideas of another man while you're married to me?"
Dokja knows that he’s right but still defends himself for his pride.
”Why can’t I simply dance with one person? It seems like you were having fun with that woman..”
”That’s different. It was just for business.”
”Aren’t I just for business?”
Joonghyuk stays silent, the rain being the only sound heard.
”Dokja, I-“
“Do you think it feels nice to be in a loveless marriage?”
“I’ve tried to endure it for the sake of my parents, but do you know how suffocating it is to have to act like you don’t exist to your own husband?”
Small droplets of tears slowly trickle down his cheeks
-my heart burns..-
”Stop the car. I’ll walk home.”
He doesn’t argue and hits the breaks.
As Dokja steps out, droplets of rain turn his suit from a white to a grey when it soaks in.
He walks the opposite way of the car, leaving Joonghyuk sitting there.
The man himself stares at the rear view mirror watching his husband walk away. He watched until the figure slowly disappeared.
~
As he walks, he accidentally steps in a puddle, drenching his socks.
“Dammnit-!”
He tries taking off his shoes to peel off the annoyingly moist sock but falls backwards.
He finally breaks down.
Tears endlessly flow down the pale cheeks. He cries and cries and cries, sitting on the gravel road, legs pulled up close to his chest and head tucked in.
The screech of a car and slam of a door startle him.
Joonghyuk runs over to him and looks down at his half taken off shoe, grimy from the mud
”What a shame..” ..I’ve been looking all over for you.
He says softly, a hidden meaning behind his seemingly rude words.
The man helps him off from the ground, embracing him.
..and Dokja lets him.
They stand there for a while, Dokja continuing to cry as both of them get soaked.
—
”Let’s go home.”
”Ok.”
”Sign here.”
Their divorce attorney says, handing them the papers.
They take turns signing their signatures before handing, ‘Ms. Jung’, their attorney, the papers back.
”Congratulations, your divorce is now final.”
She hands both of them a copy of the divorce decree.
”Thank you so much,”
Dokja gives her a small smile and Joonghyuk nods agreeing.
She smiles back in response.
”Well then I’ll lead you out”
Heewon leads both of them out the door, Dokja exiting first while Joonghyuk stops, seeming to want to talk.
“So hypothetically if we were to get remarried would this affect it at all..?”
He asked her suddenly.
”No, not at all. Why?”
”Good.”
He simply responded and ran after the paler man with a satisfied expression on his face.
”..they’re so in love-“
Huffing out a laugh, she closed her office door.
~
”Dokja.”
Joonghyuk called after his ex-husband who turned around at the sound of his name.
”Let’s- can we, can we start over?”
The shorter furrowed his brows confused.
And then laughed.
—
”Hi. I’m Yoo Joonghyuk, what’s your name?”
”Hi, I’m Kim Dokja.”