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Kim Dokja was used to loneliness.
When he was young, his father was often at the bar drinking away, and only came back at night to take his drunken rage out on his mother.
When he was just slightly older, his father died and his mother was sent to jail for his murder. He had been lonely since, or maybe he had been lonely all this time.
Even when he’d lived with other people, he was still alone. No one cared for him, no one would cry if he stopped living. Except perhaps his mother, who wouldn’t be able to visit his grave anyways.
So, he took comfort in the accompaniment of another lonely being; the apocalyptic hero, Yoo Joonghyuk.
There were many things that separated these two entities, they were far from similar to each other. Yet, when Kim Dokja felt the loneliest, he found that Yoo Joonghyuk was the only other entity that could relate. After all, he was all alone in his journey to a happy ending.
When the apocalypse fell on Seoul, Kim Dokja found himself alone again. He may have had companions, and he had personally met his hero, the one who understood him the most, yet he was still so lonely.
They say don’t meet your hero, but Kim Dokja had never regretted the day he met his.
Never had Kim Dokja thought, or dared to wish, that Yoo Joonghyuk could become the cure to his loneliness yet again.
It wasn’t much at first. Their relationship had started with a rough patch. However, as they journeyed further through the apocalypse, their relationship slowly developed.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t talk much. Even when their relationship had grown, Yoo Joonghyuk still didn’t talk much. Kim Dokja found that he appreciated the silence, among all the havoc of the world outside.
When he sat with Yoo Joonghyuk, alone, without his other companions, Kim Dokja felt that the comfortable silence built a little bubble surrounding them, easy enough to break but strong enough to block the outside world out.
Kim Dokja was used to loneliness. He wasn’t anymore.
Each time he would feel the painful claws of loneliness start creeping up on him, he remembers the scarred face of the gamer, who was just as alone, if not more, as him.
”Kim Dokja, what are you spacing off about?” A rough voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja smiled, looking up at the other man. “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be hunting?”
”I finished.” Yoo Joonghyuk huffed, sitting down beside Kim Dokja on the ground. He didn’t say anything else, just closed his eyes and let his arms hold him up as he leaned back.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja called, a soft smile forming on the corner of his lips. It was a bizarre thing. He was actually talking to the man he’s admired for years, and calling his name so comfortably too. “Where do you think we should go next?”
Yoo Joonghyuk opened his eyes and glared at Kim Dokja from the corner of his eyes. “I just came back, can you let me rest before talking about going out again?”
”I didn’t mean immediately, but we have to leave soo—“ Kim Dokja’s eyes widened as his words was cut off. By Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips. He was being kissed by Yoo Joonghyuk.
Yoo Joonghyuk finally separated from Kim Dokja, who was still not in the right state to respond, and smiled lightly before schooling his expression to nonchalance again, as if it they were just talking about the weather.
”What— Joonghyuk-ah?” Kim Dokja finally, after a couple of minutes, found his voice again and remembered how to use his words.
“Is something wrong, Kim Dokja?” Yoo Joonghyuk raised his brows, as if nothing unordinary had happened.
“You kissed me.”
”I did.”
”Why? I mean— why did you kiss me? Why would you kiss me?”
”Because I like you?” Yoo Joonghyuk raised his brows further.
”You— what?!? You—You—You l-LIKE me? You like me?” Kim Dokja’s eyes widened and he stuttered. His brain wasn’t quite comprehending the situation just yet.
“Yes, Kim Dokja. I like you.”
Kim Dokja couldn’t find any words to reply, so he didn’t. Instead, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips. It was short, barely a couple of seconds, but when he separated their lips, Yoo Joonghyuk’s fist clutched his shirt and pulled him closer again, placing another longer, more aggressive kiss on him.
Kim Dokja was used to be lonely. Now, Yoo Joonghyuk makes sure that he never felt that way ever again. Through his kisses, through the brush of his fingers, through the way he steps in front of Kim Dokja in any dangerous situation, through the way his eyes always fell on Kim Dokja. Every room.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t talk much, but he said what mattered. And that was enough for Kim Dokja, because Yoo Joonghyuk’s love came from his actions, not his words.