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Yoo Joonghyuk stares.
He stares and stares. He was not made for staring; he was made to be stared at. A pretty protagonist with the aura of the arctic.
But, as little sense as it makes, he is staring at Kim Dokja.
It makes complete sense and none at all. Kim Dokja is kind. Kim Dokja is infuriating. Kim Dokja is wise. Kim Dokja is troublesome. Kim Dokja cares too much, Kim Dokja teases him, Kim Dokja thinks terribly of himself, Kim Dokja is beautiful.
Beautiful.
He is lucky. Blessed.
Kim Dokja is a demon. Kim Dokja is an angel.
Kim Dokja…
“Kim Dokja…”
Fuck.
Grey eyes look in his, and his heart aches.
“What is it?”
That voice…
How have you managed to save me so easily?
Touched his heart, seeped his very essence into his bones, captured his soul.
Holds his entire existence in the palm of his hand, and he doesn’t even know.
But he can linger. He can stare, with the soft excuse of wanting to drown himself in grey eyes just a little longer.
Gentle, cruel, shameless, self-loathing.
Everything in the world comes back to Kim Dokja.
He lingers just a little longer. Just a little more.
Let me indulge myself in you, for as long as you will allow.
He lingers, lingers, lingers, and the longer he stays, the stronger the need to stay forever.
Then something in Dokja’s eyes shifts. From politely puzzled to…
concern
It’s time to go.
His voice is low with the pain of leaving. “It’s nothing.”