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A bundle of sheets twitched and twisted incessantly atop the white bed. One could mistake it for a worm, or worse, some ugly squid, for the way the sheets crawled around the mattress like slimy tentacles, but it wasn't the earthy creature, or the ugly fish. It was Kim Dokja, trying not to be the first person to die of embarrassment.
Well, not exactly die, but he certainly wasn't having a good time. Our dear constellation, you see, didn’t exactly find the scenario he received a few hours ago as something pleasant. It promised a good number of coins, and some elixir from Eden that could cure the Plague with one single drop. And the scenario itself wasn’t the worst thing ever, no; it was rather simple, a game pretty much anybody knew about. But then, what was making poor Kim Dokja so mortified he decided to hide under his sheets like a rat on the deepest part of their hiding spot?
He had to complete the scenario with Yoo Junghyeok.
And yeah, playing seven minutes in heaven with his companion wouldn’t have been so bad if they weren’t obliged to kiss. He didn’t flush thinking about it, absolutely no.
Still, he would rather die of embarrassment for real before going to the regressor and telling him about it. The failure penalty was not even listed, and he didn’t think Uriel, the mastermind behind this, would be so evil as to kill him if he didn’t comply. He knew as much at least.
What he didn’t account for was Yoo Junghyeok receiving the scenario too.
[Category: Personal
Difficulty: ???
Clear conditions: The constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire has requested you and the incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to play the game “Seven Minutes in Heaven”. Scenario events won’t be shown to anyone but the commissioner.
Time limit: ???
Rewards: 60,000 coins and a bottle of Angelic Plasma
Penalty for failure: The broadcast of this scenario to all of Star Stream
*The clear conditions won’t be met until the incarnations ‘Kim Dokja’ and ‘Yoo Junghyeok’ kiss.]
‘…What kind of joke is this?’
With a constipated expression, Yoo Junghyeok finished reading the scenario window. He was pissed, what was wrong with that Archangel? His first response was to go and look for Kim Dokja. Having an inkling the reader had something to do with this weird thing. With a sigh, he picked up his sword and marched away from the training grounds, without bothering to put on his coat, being sweaty and all.
Junghyeok it’s not one for throughout planning, especially when it came to Kim Dokja: whenever something involved Kim Dokja, he’d lose his senses and act according to his mood, like now, which pissed him even more. He had no idea what he’ll ask once he got to Kim Dokja’s room, but he knew how slimy that bastard was, looking for any chance to run his mouth and switch topics of conversation before he could get his answers, so the not–a-plan plan was rather simple: Ask, demand, and push.
Dokja felt the presence before seeing it. A heavy gaze that pinned him in place even under layers and layers of fabric, a heavy thud of combat boots against wooden floors, and the smooth velvet voice not even his wildest daydreams could recreate calling his name. He, who defied odds and God-like creatures, couldn’t phantom why Yoo Junghyeok exerted so much control over him. Deep down within, he knew exactly why, but he would rather keep it inside paper walls, and hope they were strong enough to withstand the unstoppable force his companion was.
“Kim Dokja.” Junghyeok called out for him again, resisting the urge to just go and rip off the covers himself.
Dubious, he unburied himself from under the covers, lifting his eyes from the mattress towards the oppressive figure standing at his doorstep. He knew how fucked he was the moment he noticed how Yoo Junghyeok’s frown was more pronounced than usual, how tense his posture looked, and the clenching fists resting on his sides. The protagonist stood in all his black dressed glory, seemingly with a murderous intent Dokja could feel meters away from the door. ‘Don’t tell me this brat also got the scenario?’. Oh, yes, he was so so fucked.
Noticing his jumpy expression, Yoo Junghyeok seemed angrier, and spoke up, following his not-a-plan plan, “You. Received the scenario too”. Sadly, not even midway through the fanfic, Junghyeok decided to throw away his plan, and like anything in which Dokja got involved, he lost control. The reader saw how the other man reached for the sword hanging off his hip, and quickly stood up, forgetting how the sheets were tangled up on him, and just falling straight to the floor when one of those covers got all coiled up on his feet.
The regressor kept his attacking position, ready to jump Kim Dokja at any chance.
“Wait, wait, Yoo Junghyeok,” the first thing to do was deescalate the situation, “I’m sure this doesn’t require any violence, hm? Let’s put the sword down first”. Like a dog refusing to let go of his chewing toy, Junghyeok didn’t obey, and instead, unsheathed his sword.
‘Ah, I might actually die because of this bastard’.
“You had something to do with this foolish scenario, didn’t you.” He started off again, bringing a distressed sigh out of Kim Dokja. This didn’t help deescalating the situation. Realizing that deescalating was impossible at that moment, Dokja went with his second strategy: Bullshitting.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do,” while Dokja changed strategies, Junghyeok went back to his original plan: ask, demand, and push.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, Junghyeok did not retreat his sword in any of those, and Dokja just gave up, “Fine, I know. But I didn’t have anything to do with it. You know how that Constellation gets when it comes to you…” he stammered, knowing he was fooling himself, and continued, “when it comes to us. But it’s not my fault. Now, stop pointing at me with that!”
Glaring at him, the regressor sheathed his sword back in place. Dokja continued, a feeble attempt to free himself from this madness, “We don’t have to do the scenario. I’m sure the penalty isn’t anything severe, maybe we’ll lose some coins or put in time-out for some time, but-”
Suddenly, the space became small, and the two men found themselves pressed against each other. They were transported somewhere, Dokja thrashed around, trying to understand where they were, Kim Dokja was so sure it was damned archangel messing with-
“Kim Dokja.”
An order, too much alike to a threat, was all it took to send his paper-thin walls crumbling to the floor, and the fourth wall quickly said bye. It was not only the words, or who said them, but the situation as a whole that made him so immersed. You see, Yoo Junghyeok and Kim Dokja were in a confined space, pressed all against each other, the regressor’s broad, muscular chest collided with the other’s back, and his mouth was at the perfect height, with every word he spoke going straight to Dokja’s ear like a personified hell, all hot and tempting.
“What?” If Yoo Junghyeok noticed how airy his voice sounded, he didn’t let it show, not that they could see much, since wherever they were trapped was almost pitch-black. The reader still tried to look for something, an exit or a clue of where the fuck they got teleported. He heard Yoo Junghyeok make an annoyed growl, but he ignored it and continued with the ministrations. The quicker he’d find something, the quicker they could escape, and maybe our reader could keep some shame and respect for himself. But his movements halted when two hands, naked of their usual gloves, found their way to his waist, holding him still with a vice grip.
“Stop…” the protagonist took a breath in, trying to control where his gaze wandered off to, or the strength he used to hold the other man, anything to not make him lose it and complete that damned scenario with an extra thing or two, “Kim Dokja, stop moving.”
“Ah, why? I’m trying to…” The constellation trailed off, the severity of the situation finally downing onto him. He had noticed how close they were from the waist to above, though he didn’t catch how they were practically glued from the waist down, especially the way Dokja’s ass seemed to have found a resting place between some regressor’s legs. All alarms in his head started to turn on red, and he prayed to the non-existing Gods for some sanity. But in the absence of his skill, he easily made matters worse by panicking and thrashing some more.
“‘I’m sorry- I didn’t notice we were this close, and I accidentally just…” The more he spoke, the more hyperaware he became, catching how Yoo Junghyeok’s breath fanned over his ear, over his neck, how warm the body behind him was, and how tight his waist was being held. His breath hitched at the thought, and Yoo Junghyeok subconsciously tightened his grip, eliciting a high-pitched squeak out of Kim Dokja.
That made him shut his rambling real quick, and Junghyeok pulled his hands away like he just got burned. Both of them tried to separate, and quickly realized how small the space was, discovering that the walls they were trapped in also took away any chance of keeping their personal space. The regressor started counting from one to ten in his head, relying deeply on his self-control, so that he wouldn’t do anything that he might regret. He could almost feel the vein throbbing in his forehead, but Kim Dokja never made his headaches less, did he?
The reader lifted his head a little bit, trying to get more air, but his crown collided with Junghyeok’s chin, and when they both turned their heads to the side, accidentally, soft lips touched dry ones, and from there it only went downhill.
In those seconds, Dokja panicked all the ways to Sunday in his mind, while Junghyeok impulsively decided it was about time they completed the scenario. With a force that maybe wasn’t necessary, he squished the constellation’s face between his hand, forcing him to open his mouth, and dived in what he thought fate itself owned him.
Still, Kim Dokja was stiff as a rock, giving all the wrong signals to the regressor, so Junghyeok just bit down on Dokja’s bottom lip before letting go, not missing the tiny sound that escaped his companion’s lips, and finally felt more defeated than what he thought he would’ve. They fell silent; the only sound between them was their ragged breathing. Junghyeok stayed still, his hands still around the other’s body, and he stared down at what he believed was Dokja’s nape.
Doubt, incredulity, and maybe hope danced around in the reader's head, filling him up with a hope he wasn’t sure he deserved to feel. But, it seemed like Junghyeok wanted the scenario rewards, and it turned out that Dokja didn’t hate kissing him either. Before the other could speak up and apologize, Dokja half-turned around and held Junghyeok's face, reminiscent of how the latter had done to him moments ago and crashed their lips together. Quickly, too shy to withstand anything else. The action was more similar to a peck than the full blown, delicious kiss he had received before.
Mustering all the courage he could, and trying to sound less hazy and affected as possible, Dokja asked, “why did you stop? You stupid sunfish bastard.” Even with the insults, the words lacked bite; they sounded vulnerable to Junghyeok’s ears, and instead of answering with words, he chose to do it with what he excelled at.
Yoo Junghyeok picked his actions up from where he left them. He went back to hug Dokja’s waist, fully rotating him so that they were face to face, and kissed him like his life depended on it. This time, it was reciprocated.
Without them noticing, too busy licking and biting at each other like animals, a timer started to go down at their side, starting at 7:00 minutes. Dokja got closer and wrapped his hands around Junghyeok’s neck, whimpering every time his tongue licked his own, and his teeth crashed down onto his lip. Somewhere in the middle, the kisses traveled from their mouth down to their necks, up their ears, their jawlines, and back to their original place.
The regressor bit and nipped everywhere he could, leaving marks on the exposed skin of his companion’s neck, while Dokja got busy nibbling his ear, every sound he made going right to his brain. Like that, the timer quickly went to 5:00. By the time their hands started to roam under shirts and between legs, and hips met hips, the timer had stopped, teleporting them back to the reader’s room.
The rewarding message from the Star Stream got ignored by both, too busy keeping up with the make-out session and taking it a step further onto the bed. When they reached the mattress, their clothes were halfway removed and the silent agreement of talking later and solving the urgent problems first hung heavy in the air.
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Somewhere on Eden, a certain constellation enjoyed her very personal stream, emptying her bank account and losing hours of sleep over two loving companions.
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“So, just to be clear, you didn’t do it only for the rewards?” Fidgeting with Junghyeok’s hair, Doja asked very quietly. The former’s arms were around his waist, keeping them together under the bedsheets, sharing a pleasant warmth while basking in the afterglow of sex. Jughyeok opened his eyes, uncharacteristically lazy, and answered:
“If you want me to confess again, you could just ask for it,” he tried to sound serious and monotonous as ever, but his red ears betrayed him, and Dokja, trying to ignore his own blush, feigned irritation.
“I never said that,”he pulled one of Junghyeok’s ears, “stop putting words in my mouth.”
The regressor just hummed in response, pulling him closer to kiss the top of his head, and then whispering into his ear a tender “I love you too”.