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Kim Dokja can hear heavy footsteps in his room, rather than turn off his phone he simply burrows deeper into the sheets and hope whoever it is doesn’t notice the light. Especially if it’s the kids, he does not need to be lectured by his own kids. He hears the sound of a light switch and sees the light filtering through his blanket, Dokja groans— he could’ve been more discreet but it isn’t really his fault when his webnovels got sequels and he hasn’t had the time to catch up. The world had changed, so the modern stories he read had to change aswell. Romances took place in the scenarios, not only that but romantic scenarios took place in some novels, and Dokkaebi were used as comedic effect… everything was so ridiculous and far from reality that it felt more like reading fanfiction. At times it was comparable to a mafia member reading one of those shitty mafia romance books whos author is a mother of 3 in the suburbs. To top it off Dokja himself was mentioned in many of these new stories, forgive him for partaking in a readers greatest dream.
But of course, they wouldn’t— atleast Sooyoung wouldn’t if she got wind of this (which she always does) she’d tease him relentlessly, so Dokja sleepily escapes from his cocoon of blankets and pretends he had just woken up,
“Huh? What is it?”
Dokja flinches at the prescience right in front of him, the prescience practically falling onto his bed with how much it’s leaning forward. Dokja groans,
“Yoo Joonghyuk… what the fuck?”
His eyes regulate enough to see the world instead of words and Dokja frowns slightly, he can’t quite place it but something’s wrong…
“… Uh… Joonghyuk, What do you want?”
Dokja blinks but with every time he tries to reorient himself he just picks up something different about Yoo Joonghyuk; some of his hair is graying, his hands are shaking, even his perfect face has wrinkles— Dokja hadn’t even imagined that Yoo Joonghyuk could have wrinkles but it was definitely doing something for him.
“…The demon king of salvation.”
Dokja blinks then copies his tone,
“The Yoo Joonghyuk.”
The Yoo Joonghyuk puts a knee on Dokjas bed and Dokja immediately guards his face with crossing forearms,
“Wait! Words, not violence!”
Dokja backs up to the wall but Yoo Joonghyuk keeps approaching,
“H-hey! You atleast have to tell me what I did-Mmph.”
Yoo Joonghyuk delicately pulls apart Dokjas arms and kisses him. The immediate shock slacks Dokjas jaw and Joonghyuk takes advantage of it, releasing Dokjas arms just to take his chin and caress his hair as if they were lovers while he harshly shoves his tongue down his throat. Dokja doesn’t give anything back but it’s still a long kiss, one that leaves them both gasping once Yoo Joonghyuk pulls away. Dokja looks at him with a completely flushed face and Joonghyuk smirks in response, licking his lips when Dokja eyes them. He leans back in and Dokja practically shrieks before he shoves him away. Joonghyuk grunts as he hits the ground and rubs his head, sitting up to yell at Dokja who… who has turned into a ball of black feathers.
[the demon king of salvation is so embarrassed he could die]
Joonghyuk chuckles and runs his hand across the feathers,
“So this is what you look like.”
Dokja mumbles out a whimper in response and Joonghyuk chuckles again, eyes landing on the top of Dokjas head which his wings couldn’t hide. He runs his fingers along one of the horns, taking in the ridged edges and the way Dokja jumps and tries to burrow deeper into his wings.
“You’re-“
Dokja peeks out of his wings as he hears his door open so fast it nearly breaks. Just who he thought it was, Han Sooyoung must’ve seen the window and came to embarrass him further. And of course, Yoo Joonghyuk is behind with his arms crossed pretending he didn’t come to do the same but he’d be even worse than- wha- whahuh- wait- Dokja retracts his wings and looks between the two Yoo Joonghyuks, both snarling at eachother and reaching for their sword.
As soon as the Yoo Joonghyuk next to him stands he steps in front of Dokja. Covering the sight of the other Yoo Joonghuk who is practically shaking with rage and yelling,
“What did you do to him?!”
Han Sooyoung steps into the room, glaring at the other Joonghyuk but asking Dokja,
“Dokja, what happened?”
Dokja awkwardly turns to face her,
“Uh-“
“Dokja… is that your name?”
He focuses back on the Yoo Joonghyuk now facing him,
“Um-“
Door Yoo Joonghyuk takes that as a challenge and brings his sword down on new Joonghyuk who easily reflects it without turning back. He just keeps looking at Dokja as if he found his life’s purpose.
“My Dokja.”
It’s said so softly that Dokja nearly chokes, instead he hides himself within his wings again. The fourth wall being shockingly unhelpful in his time of greatest need.
[the demon king of salvation is so embarrassed he could die… again]