#yoo sangah x reader

[kandavers]

Finally finished the self indulgent orv comic i've been talking about... will post sex soon

ps. ignore the typo i'm too lazy to fix it rolls eyes

Edit: SORRRYYY I DIDNT KNOW THAT THE ABYSSAL BLACK FLAME DRAGON IS A MINOR AUGHGHHH i didnt read that far yet and i just basically took the constellation names from a reddit article LMAO so please pretend that it's some other constellation 😭🙏

[the1864thregression]

Would they notice if you left a lipstick mark?

Yoo Sangah

Will notice it, but chooses to pay you back for the lovely red marks by smothering your face in her lipstick too. It's her way of also hiding the fact that you've got her incredibly flustered, but it doesn't work for long since she gets worked up too - she's grabbing you to go to a more secluded place and gets into a heated make-out session.

Soon she suggests trying the shade out in other places and who are you to deny your lovely girlfriend? (Sangah FREAK real)

Kim Dokja

Won't notice. Is already blushing till his neck from the kisses. Maybe a part of him wanted to question you about whether the lipstick leaves mark or not, but it all drowns out when you continuously kiss him all over his face without restraint. It's only when Han Sooyoung mercilessly snickers at him and Yoo Joonghyuk looks like he could stab him, does Dokja realize your prank, much to his embarrassment.

Uriel

Knows but doesn't care. If her beloved partner wants to show to the world that she's theirs, then that's all that matters. Will kiss you multiple times violently so that her mouth looks like a big red smudge. Also walks out from the makeout sesh with the biggest smile on her face so she looks like a little freak that way.

Yoo Joonghyuk

OH HE KNOWS. His eyebrows scrunch the moment you come to kiss him, instantly zeroing on the painted red on your lips. Whether he'll let you smother him or not, depends on his mood.

If you're alone, he'll gladly let you do it, grumbling a bit at first on how it'll be a pain to wipe off. Joonghyuk sometimes even lets you leave a mark in public, pretending to act aloof while Dokja stares at the lipstick mark on his cheek in awkwarness (he's a full on DORK)

[melanchoise]

man i cant believe i missed yuri day

[1chaerry]

Poised and Reckless

Summary: Kim Dokja read TWSA more times than he knew and then when the fiction became reality, he felt like he could perhaps deal with it somehow. Until he meets a woman who doesn't exist in the novel and has turned the experiences of the Apocalypse questionable.

Or,

KimCom has a reckless member, even more than Kim Dokja (shocking) who always keeps them and the Constellations on their toes with her antics. Maybe also causing a few admirers down the road.

w.c 2.5+

Reader is called "Saram", the Korean version of "Human/Person"

"Dokja, look, look, I found a sword" The woman grinned as she walked over to Kim Dokja in an excited manner. The KimCom group paused and looked at the woman who practically skipped over to the white coat wearing man. Kim Dokja had a baffled look on his face as she held a sword that was thrice her size. Even Lee Hyunsung felt his jaw hit the broken ground as he saw her carry a sword that was obviously too big for her.

[ Constellation Demon Like Judge of Fire is confused where Incarnation Saram got that sword ]

[ Constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband feels stress at the sight of Incarnation Saram with the sword ]

[ Constellation Sleeping Lady of Brocade is screaming for someone to take away the sword from Incarnation Saram before she causes another mess ]

"H-hey, be careful with that!" Jihye panicked, immediately she moved away from the woman who was carelessly swinging the sword around. Yoo Sangah and Lee Seolhwa sighed tiredly, already used to her antics. Meanwhile, Han Sooyoung was snickering at the looks of terror on Hyunsung and Jihye's faces. How amusing.

"Saram-unni!"

"Saram-noona!"

Yoosung and Gilyoung exclaimed, their eyes glittering as they watched Saram stumble around with the sword. They were rather enthusiastic about Sarah's questionable antics. The kids being the only ones who could keep up with her hyper nature. Dokja sweatdropped, he wondered how a person who never appeared in TWSA could impact their lives so much. However, Dokja would never be unhappy that Saram had joined them, her antics, her behaviour, she, herself, was perhaps the only bit of normalcy they had left to the world that once existed.

Even if her antics caused them to age twenty years every time they saw her.

"Hyuk-ie, look!" Saram smiles as she ran over to the tall man, the sword making her off balance. Kim Dokja sighed at the scene, for some reason, this Sunfish, didn't react or say anything whenever Saram called him that. And to think Yoo Joonghyuk threw Kim Dokja into the river when they first met.

[ Constellation Goryeo's First Swordsman is amused how such a tiny incarnation is carrying such a huge sword ]

[ Constellation Goryeo's First Swordsman has sponsored 300 coins ]

"Where did you find that?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked calmly, as if seeing Saram with a sword thrice her size was normal - well, Saram never did normal things - as he eyed the sword. Saram practically sparkled before pointing towards a building.

"I killed that Monster and stole it." She grinned

"What monster—" Heewon regretted even asking the question as they turned to the direction where Saram was pointing. Everyone froze. Perhaps the Constellations also froze. Kim Dokja was speechless as he walked towards the woman, blinking owlishly as she stared up at Yoo Joonghyuk.

"Saram-ssi, by monster do you mean that 25 feet headless monster that is crashed into the building right now?" Sangah said slowly, her eyes stuck on the monster.

Saram grinned, "Yep!"

And a silence fell over the area.

"Hyuk-ie, see, I'm strong." Saram grinned as her balance was off due to the sword. Yoo Joonghyuk didn't say anything. More like he couldn't say anything. A sigh left his mouth and he extended his hand towards Saram, "I'll carry that sword."

Saram handed it over immediately.

Yoo Joonghyuk awkwardly pats her head.

"Just like that?!" Han Sooyoung, Gong Pildu and Lee Jihye exclaimed at the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk and Saram.

[ Constellation God of Wine and Ecstasy is wondering when that even happened ]

[ Constellation Secretive Plotter is amused at Incarnation Saram taking down a monster so quietly ]

[ Constellation Secretive Plotter has sponsored 500 coins ]

"Thanks for carrying it, Hyuk-ie." Saram hugged the man who stilled. Yoo Mia held back a chuckle as she watched her brother freeze up. Not just Joonghyuk, even the members of KimCom froze. The Supreme King Yoo Joonghyuk let someone hug him. And he didn't kill that person?

[ Constellation Demon Like Judge of Fire is flabbergasted ]

[ Constellation Demon Like Judge of Fire has sponsored 500 coins ]

"Kim Dokja, I think that is an imposter—" Han Sooyoung began.

"No, it's just Saram being Saram." Kim Dokja sighed as he walked pass the writer.

"But she- that guy- whaaaa?" Han Sooyoung was shocked, she walked baffled.

"Saram-unni is amazing." Yoosung said in admiration.

"Don't take her as an example." Dokja sweatdropped.

Yoo Joonghyuk wondered if he was being punished.

Saram dragged him with her as she walked through the broken and littered streets of Seoul excitedly. The KimCom was trailing behind them, he was sure he heard someone laughing - squid calamari sounded nice for dinner, maybe he'll make that for Mia and Saram - he thought when he caught sight of who laughed.

Kim Dokja had stored away the sword somewhere, Yoo Joonghyuk did not question as he was already being dragged by Saram. It was strange. Saram had a strange clinginess to him and Kim Dokja. Sometimes she would run up to him with sparkling eyes, showing things she found, walk behind him, cling to him, call him that damn name 'Hyuk-ie' and then again scold him when he got hurt.

She was strange. Yet, she was someone who drew people in. Yoo Joonghyuk, despite hating people hugging him or touching him in general, could not bring himself to push away Saram whenever she hugged him. It was as if he unconsciously felt that she needed it. A strange emotion. And she was a hurricane. One would never know what she would do the next moment.

Perhaps that's why he was currently being dragged by the woman to a clear stream with trees and a waterfall. He sighed as Saram let go of his hand and ran off with the kids- Yoosung and Gilyoung - coming back with the kids in bathing suits with her having a cover up; Joonghyuk didn't notice her coming back, opting to set up a grill and cook for Mia (and Saram). Everyone was unwinding, setting up a bonfire, playing games, strategizing, cooking when a barrage of messages suddenly appeared.

[ Constellation Demon Like Judge of Fire is blushing at the sight of Incarnation Saram ]

[ Constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband is quiet ]

[ Constellation Queen of the Darkest Spring is wondering where Incarnation Saram got that outfit ]

"What outfit?" Heewon said in confusion.

Before a silence echoes.

And then screaming.

"WHERE ARE SARAM AND THE KIDS??"

"Which one of you left Saram unattended?"

"What is happening?"

"Why is the Prisoner of the Golden Headband quiet? Saram?!"

Panic broke out and a message appeared,

[ Constellation Abyssal Black Flame Dragon is wondering why everyone is stupid to not go to the waterfall ]

And so they all did.

Joonghyuk was dragged by Yoo Mia.

"Bihyung." Saram quietly called for the Dokkaebi. He appeared in a flurry of stars and constellations, the white fluff and horns always the same as always.

"You called?"

"Turn the channel around me off for a few moments please, the kids and I want to get changed."

"Let me know when you're done." Bihyung nodded and disappeared away. For some reason, Bihyung listened to Saram, even more so than, Kim Dokja. But, he wouldn't tell Kim Dokja that.

"Saram-unni, this is so cute!" Yoosung excitedly looked at her light blue wetsuit. Saram smiled at the young girl as she helped Gilyoung zip up the back of his wetsuit as well. Gilyoung also hugged Saram as a thanks and ran off with Yoosung towards the waterfall while Saram hummed to herself, looking through her inventory for a particular item she had bought a while back.

Saram changed into her own suit and pulled on a mesh cover up on top. She put her hair down and walked over to the kids - she found them quite easily - who were already in the water. Placing a towel on the ground, she sat there and watched them play in the water for awhile before telling Bihyung that he could turn on the camera now.

[ Constellation Queen of the Darkest Night finds the scene of the kids playing amusing. ]

Saram chuckled at the message and heard the kids call her as well, "Saram-unni/noona, come in the water already!"

And who was she to decline such a great offer?

Saram took off the cover up and walked into the water as well. The water felt nice and cool again her skin.

[ Constellation Demon Like Judge of Fire is blushing at the sight of Incarnation Saram. ]

[ Constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband is quiet. ]

[ Constellation Queen of the Darkest Spring is wondering where Incarnation Saram got that. ]

Saram didn't pay much attention to any of that, simply having fun in the water with the kids. Even if the world went to ruin, she wanted to at least give the gives these small moments of happiness and peace. Yoosung and Gilyoung splashed her with water at the same time, causing her to be drenched completely, complaining, "You little—" She swam towards the two in a mock threatening way.

The kids laughed as Saram sent a small wave of water in their direction.

[ Constellation Last Pharaoh is enjoying the clothing choices of Incarnation Saram. ]

[ Constellation Demon Like Judge of Fire finds that scene to be really heartwarming. ]

The KimCom group ran over to find Saram, Gilyoung and Yoosung leisurely playing in the water. They stared at the scene with bafflement.

Kim Dokja had seen many things since this apocalypse began. But Saram was an entity that just always exceeded his expectations.

"Where did they even get those swimsuits?" Jihye blinked.

"Saram looks hella fine— ack!" Han Sooyoung was immediately hit on her head by Yoo Sangah.

"Saram is just full of surprises." Seolhwa chuckled and walked towards the shallow ends, waving at the three. Saram and the kids saw the group and swam over in their direction - the kids running when they were in shallow ends - while Saram took her time. A few jaws dropped when they saw her, a few faces blushed and a lot of them were left staring in bafflement.

"Where did you get this from?" Jung Heewon asked asked as she stood near the woman.

"I bought it awhile back, along with those suits for the kids but I stored them away in the inventory because there wasn't a place to keep them." Saram shrugged before her eyes caught her next target. She grinned and ran.

"Mia!" The younger Yoo was surprised at being called, she stood by Yoo Joonghyuk who was quiet, eyes staring at Saram. The woman smiled at Joonghyuk before grabbing Mia's hand, "Come on, I have a suit for you too." And Yoo Joonghyuk was left there as his sister was whisked away by the hurricane known as Saram.

"You know, if you stare anymore, you'll burn holes into her." Han Sooyoung teased Yoo Joonghyuk with a smirk on her face, "You perv."

[ Constellation Secretive Plotter is enjoying the spectacle ]

[ 300 coins have been sponsored ]

Han Sooyoung's screams of terror rang out a moment as she was chased by a raging Yoo Joonghyuk with Lee Jihye running after Yoo Joonghyuk with gleaming eyes.

Kim Dokja and Lee Hyunsung sighed but then froze when they were also approached by Saram with a glint in her eyes, "Dokja, Hyunsung~"

They ran off.

Dokja and Hyunsung were caught. Saram now had one hand around each of their arms as she walked towards the water with them, a wide grin on her face. Sangah chuckled at the sight, only Saram could do things like this.

[ Constellation One Who Changes His Existence is interested by Incarnation Saram's actions. ]

[ 500 coins have been sponsored. ]

Somehow, Saram had gotten everyone, except for Pildu - he wouldn't budge no matter what - in the water. She paused, not everyone was in the water. A certain King was missing. She grinned.

Kim Dokja shivered at the sight of her grin. That didn't mean anything good. Before he could say anything, Saram had already ran off - Dokja realised why she ran off when his eyes skimmed over this companions - in search of someone.

Saram returned a few moments later, practically pulling Yoo Joonghyuk - Dokja didn't know how that was possible either - with her as she had a huge smile on her lips. Yoo Joonghyuk was not someone who would indulge in all this. He would probably say no.

That was what everyone thought until —

Saram literally pushed the man into the water.

Jaws dropped.

"SARAM????"

"Master!"

"That's what I'm talking about!"

"Unni/Noona is so cool!"

"Seolhwa-ssi please give me a painkiller for my headache."

[ Constellation Secretive Plotter is amused by the actions of Incarnation Saram ]

[ 500 coins have been sponsored ]

[ Constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband fell off his chair laughing ]

[ Constellation Abyssal Black Flame Dragon is laughing ]

[ Constellation Demon Like Judge of Fire is grinning like crazy ]

Saram jumped into the water as well. However, she was soon held in a headlock by Yoo Joonghyuk. A dark expression on his face.

"Saram-unni is turning blue!"

"Hey, you damn King!"

Saram in return pulled the man's cheek harshly causing him to jolt in surprise.

"Rest in peace, Saram."

"Nice Saram!"

"Saram-ssi, I'll pray for you."

Surprisingly, Yoo Joonghyuk didn't do anything and simply let her go. Jaws dropped.

Kim Dokja wondered, what was even happening at this point?

"HEY THAT'S TOO MUCH FAVOURITISM!" Han Sooyoung yelled and then screamed as a large wave was sent in her direction, flushing her away.

"Sooyoung-ssi got washed away!?"

"Would you like some chocolate, Yoosung and Gilyoung?" Sangah asked - ignoring the chaos - and the kids nodded, walking with her to the shallow ends.

"Saram put that boulder down—"

Gong Pildu yawned as he read his newspaper.

"Don't throw it on Yoo Joonghyuk!"

Seolhwa checked her medication supply.

"Don't throw it on Kim Dokja either!"

[ Constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband is wondering if that boulder can kill ]

"Don't encourage her, you monkey!"

[artistkakan]

I had to😔

[rainflower-writes]

—HYUNG! [PT.1]

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"Hyung" is a Korean term used by males to refer to an older male, typically an older brother or close male friend. It expresses respect, affection, and a sense of closeness.

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Kim Dokja stood at the entrance of the school, a deep frown creasing his forehead as he observed the other kids his age laughing and chatting merrily as they hurried inside.

The sound of their cheerful voices echoed around him, making his heart sink even further. He felt a mix of frustration and apprehension surge within him, and his small hands tightened around his older brother's arm, gripping it as if it were a lifeline.

His older brother, a comforting presence, didn’t seem to notice the tension radiating from him; he was too busy glancing at his watch, eager for the day to begin.

Dokja's backpack, worn and slightly frayed at the edges, hung heavily from his shoulder, a constant reminder of the burden he felt about attending school.

The weight of both the bag and his worries pressed down on him, making him feel even smaller among the throng of confident, carefree children.

He shifted his feet nervously, dreading the thought of the long day ahead and the interactions that awaited him inside those walls.

"Dokja, Hyung need to go now," [Name] said softly, kneeling down in front of the younger boy.

A gentle smile curved on his lips, trying to convey comfort in an overwhelming moment.

"I wanna go home," Dokja replied, his small hands gripping tightly onto the fabric of [Name]'s shirt, his expressive eyes wide with uncertainty.

“Dokja…” [Name] sighed, a note of concern creeping into his voice as he noticed the stubbornness in the younger boy’s posture. It was clear he didn’t want to let go.

Today marked Dokja's first day as an Elementary student, a milestone that should have been joyful.

However, reality had hit him hard, and he found himself feeling lost and anxious.

Meanwhile, [Name] was already navigating the challenges of Middle School, stepping into a new phase of life that felt worlds apart from Dokja’s.

The stark contrast was daunting for the little boy, leaving him clinging to the comfort of the familiar.

"How about this," [Name] suggested gently, kneeling down to meet Dokja’s gaze, "when school ends, Hyung will be right here waiting for you, okay?" His voice was soft, laced with warmth, hoping to coax a smile from the boy.

Dokja pouted, his small hands clutching the fabric of [Name]'s uniform with a hesitant grip, as if letting go would mean losing something precious.

There was a flicker of reluctance in his wide eyes, mirroring the battle within him.

"Hyung will read you three bedtime stories," [Name] continued, raising a playful brow and offering a reassuring smile as he extended his pinky finger, the universal sign of a promise. The promise seemed to hang in the air, a lifeline connecting them despite the distance that would soon separate them.

Dokja’s pout deepened, and he sighed dramatically, but eventually, he relented, linking his pinky with [Name]'s.

Their thumbs pressed together, a bond firm for now.

"Three bedtime stories!" he repeated, a hint of determination in his voice as he tried to mask the bubbling excitement underneath his grumpiness.

"I promise," [Name] chuckled softly, a fond smile spreading across his face as he lovingly adjusted Dokja's uniform, smoothing out the wrinkles.

The simple act made them both feel closer, even though the inevitable goodbye loomed.

With one last lingering look, Dokja turned toward the school entrance, his face scrunching up in a mix of determination and melancholy as he watched the distance grow between him and his Hyung.

The world around him felt larger and somehow emptier, but the promise of three enchanting bedtime stories filled him with a flicker of hope as he stepped inside.

School can't be that bad isn't it?

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The bicycle came to a swift halt, tires skidding slightly on the pavement as he patiently awaited the swarm of children emerging from the school grounds.

The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter, but his attention was suddenly grabbed by a familiar figure darting toward him from his peripheral vision.

A smile crept onto his face as he turned to see his little brother, Dokja, sprinting up with wild, unkempt hair and cheeks flushed with what appeared to be a mix of exertion and distress.

He couldn’t help but suppress a chuckle at the sight of Dokja’s disheveled appearance and the unmistakable frown etched on his face.

“Hyung! I don’t wanna go to school anymore!” Dokja declared dramatically as he leaped onto the back of [Name]'s bicycle, his voice a blend of frustration and defeat.

He slumped against his brother, launching into a grumble about his horrible day, the words spilling out in a rush as he vented all the little injustices that had piled up throughout his day.

"And they actually have tomatoes for lunch! Who in their right mind eats tomatoes for lunch?!" Dokja exclaimed, [Name] shook his head, a mix of disbelief and amusement evident as he shook his head at Dokja.

They had just rounded the corner and were approaching the familiar sight of their home, the sun casting a warm glow over the quaint building.

With a playful grin, [Name] added, "Well, I eat tomatoes for lunch!"

His declaration was met with an exaggerated shudder from Dokja, who scrunched up his face in mock horror, clearly finding the idea repulsive.

The lighthearted banter between them softened the afternoon, making their routine stroll home feel all the more enjoyable.

They burst into laughter as they hopped off the bicycle, the warm afternoon sun casting playful shadows on the ground.

[Name] effortlessly pushed the bike to the side of the house, leaning it against the weathered wood where it could rest safely.

With joyful energy, they made their way to the front door, both of them exchanging playful nudges and bumps, their laughter ringing through the air.

In a moment that almost sent Dokja tumbling, he teetered dangerously close to his mother’s carefully tended flower pot, vibrant blossoms swaying precariously.

Just in the nick of time, [Name] reached out and caught him, steadying his balance and preventing a floral disaster, their giggles filling the space around them.

Their lighthearted bickering was cut short by the sudden sound of a loud crash, the noise reverberating through the stillness of the quiet neighborhood.

[Name]’s heart dropped as a sharp cry of pain, unmistakably his mother’s, tore through the air.

Without hesitation, he pushed Dokja behind him, his movements deliberate and protective.

Slowly, he cracked the door open, his breath shallow, peering into the dim room with cautious eyes.

Behind him, Dokja clung to his waist like a lifeline.

His small hands, balled into trembling fists, twisted the fabric of [Name]’s uniform, leaving crumpled creases in its wake.

His fear was palpable, his grip tight, his knuckles pale.

“Hyung...” Dokja’s voice quivered with barely contained terror, his wide, watery eyes fixed on [Name]’s tense expression.

[Name] turned and offered a weak, reassuring smile, though it faltered under the weight of the situation.

He reached down to ruffle Dokja’s hair, a silent promise that everything would be fine—even if he wasn’t sure it would be.

The room beyond was a chaotic mess. Empty bottles of alcohol were scattered haphazardly on the floor, their contents pooling in sticky puddles on the worn carpet.

The acrid stench of spilled liquor mixed with the stale air, assaulting their senses and making both brothers wrinkle their noses in unison.

Another shout echoed from the kitchen, this one louder and angrier. The sound made them both flinch, but [Name] recovered quickly, his protective instincts taking over.

He crouched down to Dokja’s level, his hands firm but gentle on the boy’s shoulders.

“Stay here,” he whispered, his tone low and commanding. His gaze was sharp yet full of warmth as he guided Dokja toward the nearest room.

Dokja hesitated, his lips pursed and his brows knitted with worry, but he obeyed.

He shuffled into the small room, casting one last glance at [Name]. The door clicked shut, leaving him alone with his growing fear.

He pressed his ear to the door, his small frame trembling as he tried to make sense of the muffled chaos outside.

The sound of shattering glass made him jump, his breath hitching as [Name]’s voice rang out—louder and sharper than Dokja had ever heard before.

[Name] never shouted.

He was always the calm one, the gentle one.

Hearing his raised voice now, tinged with both fury and desperation, filled Dokja with a cold, creeping terror.

Time dragged on, each second heavy and suffocating.

Dokja slid down the wall, curling into himself as he waited. The silence that eventually followed was almost worse than the noise.

The doorknob rattled, and the door creaked open. Dokja’s head snapped up, his heart pounding.

“Dokja...” [Name]’s voice was soft but strained, like a thread stretched too thin.

He stepped into the room, his figure silhouetted against the dim light from the hallway.

His face was a patchwork of cuts and bruises, the fresh wounds stark against his pale skin.

Purple and blue bruises were already forming, blooming like grotesque flowers along his jaw and cheekbone.

His uniform was wrinkled and slightly disheveled, the fabric damp in places from sweat or something more unsettling.

A faint smear of blood marred his collar, though he seemed unfazed by it.

“Are you hungry?” he asked quietly, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

Yet even in his battered state, there was a gentleness in his tone, an unwavering warmth meant to shield Dokja from the harsh reality clawing at the edges of their lives.

Dokja didn’t answer right away. His lips quivered as his wide eyes filled with tears. He could see it—the exhaustion weighing on [Name], the pain he carried not just in his body but in his heart.

Yet [Name] stood there, steady and unyielding, as if determined to bear the weight of the world alone.

He nodded silently, unable to speak past the lump in his throat.

[Name] knelt down, pulling him into a firm yet tender embrace.

The scent of blood and sweat lingered on him, but Dokja didn’t pull away. He buried his face in [Name]’s chest, clutching at his rumpled uniform as though it were his anchor.

[Name] closed his eyes, resting his chin atop Dokja’s head. He knew Dokja understood more than he let on.

The boy wasn’t oblivious to the harsh reality of their home.

But [Name] had vowed long ago to protect him from the worst of it, to shield him from the darkness that loomed over their family.

To Kim [Name], Kim Dokja was everything—his light, his hope, his reason to endure.

And no matter how cruel the world became, no matter how much it tried to break them, [Name] would never allow it to touch his precious little brother.

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[asyor]

happy new yuri sangsoo nation!<33

[themissinghand]

WELCOME BACK AUTHOR!! WE MISS YOU!!!.Sorry I was too excited. Can I ask Kim Dokja x excited readers!. This happened after Kim Dokja became the Demon King and he came back and they both met again after a long time disappearing so she first met Kim.Com. With Kim Dokja, she is soft but with Yoo Joonghyuk, he and she's like a cat and a dog because she's still angry with Yoo Joonghyuk for punching and stabbing Dokja. (I want to punch Yoo Joonghyuk even once). She and the girls became friends especially Han Soyoung. Reader has an unexpected constellation too (make Kim Dokja surprised) because I want Reader to smile arrogantly and amused to Yoo Joonghyuk.❤️❤️❤️❤️

I believe Kim Dokja needs a full explanation to the reader because the reader misunderstood his relationship with Yoo Joonghyuk ( companion). she is like Kim Dokja, are you cheating on me?!!!.💀.

Bye-bye author,love you😘💕.

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint Back with a Bang: The Demon King Returns!

Summary: In which Kim Dokja was gone for a little longer than he expected, and now he has to deal with the aftermath. 

Or, chaos ensues, aka Dokja is a little jelly.

Pairing: Kim Dokja x F! Reader, Slight Yoo Joonghyuk x Reader

Note: Hey Anon, I wrote some similar (and emotional) stories with Kim Dokja x Reader with the whole demon king fiasco, so you can check those out! As such, I wanted to focus more on the comedy aspects since our dear squid was gone for a long time.

Also, this came out longer than I thought it would be.

Warning: SPOILERS ahead for manhwa readers. Possessive Dokja? Also swearing, pardon her french.

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Seeing your fist connect with the sunfish’s cheek and sending him into the sunset was not something Kim Dokja expected to see first after returning. 

“You son of a bitch! I’m going to send you back to the ocean if you say that again you sunfish!” Colourful language spewed out your lips as Han Sooyoung added more kindle to the flames, with Lee Jihye trying to hold you back (but failing as she was basically dragged by you across the sand). 

Meanwhile, Lee Hyunsung was trying to convince Yoo Joonghyuk to back down, but we all know that’s not happening. 

Yes, Kim Dokja had been gone for longer than he anticipated. 

The responsibilities and trials of being the Demon King had consumed him, keeping him away from the world and from you, his love and girlfriend. 

What should’ve been a tearful reunion and a mix of excitement and nervousness, turned to him trying to figure out what the heck is going on. 

[Constellation "Secretive Plotter" mentions that Incarnation “Kim Dokja” was literally a Ugly Squid] 

Kim Dokja resisted the urge to flip him off. 

Instead, with a deep breath, he called you out. 

“(Y/N)!” Your rage seemed to instantly evaporate before you had a look of wounded puppy. 

“Party pooper.” Han Sooyoung rolled her eyes, but nudged him towards you.

“Dokjaaaaaa!” Sprinting towards him, Dokja prepared for the impact, until he was completely knocked off his feet, and the two of you crashed on the ground. 

“You were gone for so long! I thought you might never come back," you exclaimed, your voice filled with emotion and buried your face into his shoulder.

Kim Dokja hugged you back, savoring the warmth of your embrace. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be away for so long." 

As they pulled apart after a while and you helped pull Dokja up, he noticed Yoo Joonghyuk standing nearby, watching them with his usual stoic expression. Before Kim Dokja could say anything, you turned to Yoo Joonghyuk and glared.

"And you! I still haven’t forgiven the fact that you punched and stabbed Dokja! Do you have any idea how worried I was?" you snapped, crossing your arms.

Yoo Joonghyuk raised an eyebrow, unfazed by your anger.

"It was necessary."

"It was not necessary!" you retorted, your eyes blazing. "If you ever do that again, I'll punch you myself!"

Kim Dokja chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension. "Let's not fight. We have more important things to discuss."

You huffed but nodded, turning your attention back to Kim Dokja. 

"You're right. We need to catch up."

As they moved to a more comfortable area, and everyone huddled around like little ducks, Dokja learned how much the world changed without him. 

Not only had everyone become leaders of various alliances and managed areas in Korea, you had formed close bonds with them in Kim Dokja's absence, especially with Han Sooyoung. 

“You know, when you ‘died’, she fought with that sunfish every day.” Han Sooyoung whispered as others shared their stories. Dokja shifted his eyes to see her reflecting on the past. 

Dokja could see that, after all, you didn’t want him to die. 

In fact, you were willing to betray the world for him. 

You stood in front of him and raised your sword against the Kim Company, until he was the one that sent you far away. 

And when you came running through the doors like a madwoman with bloodshot eyes, it was when Yoo Joonghyuk stabbed him with his sword. 

To see you so happy and relieved at his return made him feel so guilty, after all, he couldn’t forget the look of a mix of disbelief and betrayal in your eyes back then.

After all, he promised that he wouldn’t sacrifice himself again. 

"So, Demon King, huh?" Sooyoung whispered-teased, a playful glint in her eyes. "Quite the promotion."

Kim Dokja sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

"It's a long story. But I'm here now.”"

“You better. Otherwise, she’s gonna leave you for someone better.” 

“What?” Dokja suddenly said out loud, so loud that everyone looked at him. 

“Dokja?” You looked at him confused, but he returned the same puzzled look. 

Because you had a fist against the protagonist’s cheek, whereas he had a hand around your collar as if this was a normal interaction between cats and dogs. In fact, you two looked a little childish like this. 

“Not again.” Lee Jihye huffed, and indeed everyone seemed like it was the norm since no one took it seriously. 

“By the way, (Y/N) is the dog. If you didn’t know.” Thanks Han Sooyoung. 

[Constellation "Secretive Plotter" is amused by this situation]

“Anyways, did you know that (Y/N)-ssi has a pretty strong constellation?” Yoo Sangah being the one braincell of the group successfully changed the conversion. 

“Yea, you mean a sugar daddy-” Yoo Sangah covered her mouth with a menacing smile. 

Dokja never looked so confused.

You let go of the sunfish and the other did the same with a huff. Your eyes sparkled with mischief. 

"I do. Want to see?" You grinned as you rushed over to his side. 

“You know the constellation that you said that you didn’t know much about? But then follow you around every scenario and keep donating money to you?” 

Dokja blinks and racks his brain a little, which constellation was this? If it was a powerful one, then he should know them right? 

“Say hi~”

A beat of silence. 

“Huh? He’s usually pretty talkative…at least whenever I beat up the sunfish. And he donated a lot to Dokja before.” Said sunfish scoffs before pulling out his sword as if to intimidate someone. 

[Constellation “Abyssal Black Flame Dragon” is snickering and telling the “Sugar Daddy” to come out] 

[Constellation “Prisoner of the Golden Headband” is calling his upstairs neighbour to show up like a man]

[Constellations donated 1000 coins]

Dokja suddenly remembers (he only has 4 loyal followers after all), and suddenly felt a chill go down his spine.

[Constellation “Secretive Plotter” is amused by this situation]

[Constellation “Secretive Plotter” donated 5,000 coins]

“Damn! I told you! He always donates more than double the coins!” Yoo Sangah yeets the writer out. 

When it’s finally just the two of them left, Dokja spilled everything, from his plans and thoughts and reasonings, and finally to how he ended up here.

Somewhat frightened, Dokja didn’t dare to meet your eyes, until you pulled him into a hug. 

“I’m still mad, but next time, please, let me in.” With a nod, he understood he couldn’t leave you hanging like that again. 

“But…Dokja, that aside. Are you cheating on me?” Dokja froze in your hold that suddenly feels a little tight. 

“W-What do you mean?” 

“Are you and that sunfish-” Before you could even continue, he pulled back and stared right into your eyes with absolute seriousness. 

“No. Absolutely not.” 

“You sure? Uriel-” 

“Yes. I am absolutely sure we are not what you are thinking of.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I would rather die-” Your pointed look frightened him as he quickly corrected himself, “-rather eat tomatoes than be with him.” 

You looked surprised for a moment, and he shivered in disgust at the thought of tomatoes. 

But you still had a look of disbelief in your eyes. At least until he pulled you in for a quick kiss. 

Until one turned to two, then three in quick succession and- 

“Okay! I get it!” You bonked him on the head and he almost whined. But he decides to hold back when he sees your blushing face and cute grumpy face. 

“Fine, I trust you. Just..I need you to trust me just like I trust you.” 

“I promise.” Kim Dokja indulged in your warmth as he hugged you tightly. 

“You’re suffocating me!” 

“Sorry!” He just missed you a little too much, and he knew he had to make up for the lost time.

“What the…didn’t you say that they fought every day?” 

In fact, you and Yoo Joonghyuk were fighting at this moment, where he could feel the waves of impact graze his skin. 

To even think that you were close to the protagonist’s skill and level is crazy.

“Mhmm.” Han Sooyoung scrolled on her phone and although her expression looked relaxed, she had a smirk on her lips.

As the evening progressed, Kim Dokja noticed something peculiar. Every time Yoo Joonghyuk interacted with you, there was a subtle softness in his usually stoic demeanor. It wasn't obvious, but it was there. 

Was he overthinking it? After all, the protagonist fell in love with Lee Seolwa in his previous regressions.

The more he thought of it, the more he felt himself going crazy. Rightfully so, especially when he defeated you in the fight (spar?) and as you spewed curses at him, he pulled you up so easily by one arm. 

If only you had seen Dokja’s expression slowly morph from a suspicious to burning glare, but you couldn’t as you were dusting yourself off and trying to clean your wounds. 

But that look. 

That fucking sunfish.

Before Dokja could run over and smack that sunfish, he dared send Dokja a look as if challenging him.  

“Told you.” Dokja couldn’t even retort back to Sooyoung as he was rushing towards you while calling your name, carefully hiding his annoyed expression. 

“(Y/N), let me help you.” You accepted his hand naturally with a smile and thanks. 

But before you leave the protagonist on his own, you toss him a healing elixir. 

“I’ll defeat you next time.” 

“That won’t be possible.” He said with a smirk, and that effectively pissed you off. 

“You sunfish piece of crap-” 

“(Y/N)!” Dokja had to pull you away (even though he didn’t want to), but before he left, he sent that sunfish a victorious look. 

Even so, Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't fazed, in fact, he simply smirked, the same nasty one when he tossed Dokja into the sea in their first meeting.

Dokja needed to punch him at least once. Just once.

Maybe twice...

Later, when you and Dokja found a quiet moment alone, Kim Dokja couldn't help but ask. 

"So, about Yoo Joonghyuk... Has he always been this, uh, attentive to you?"

You looked puzzled for a moment before realization dawned. 

"Has he? Nah, he’s just an asshole. I’m the only one who dares to fight him everyday, and he’s like your typical cold duke personality man. The one who says ‘Interesting’ at anything.” Kim Dokja chuckled though still feeling a little annoyed. 

“Don't worry. You will always be better than that sunfish. You're the one I love.” You announced confidently, making Dokja feel relieved and pulling you into a hug.

"Good. Because I couldn't handle losing you to him."

Little did you know, those spars you have with Yoo Joonghyuk everyday? Now turned into 2 vs 1, and let's just say, chaos is a new norm.

[randombrainrots]

really early sangsoo its so fun because wdym sangah, who has been shown to be kind and caring, is the one who absolutely despises han sooyoung and wants her dead, while han sooyoung, the one who has been killing and manipulating, is just there to mock sangah and reveal the absolute worst of her?? don't get me wrong, han sooyoung definitely wants her dead too, but annoying her it's just better

And then when sangah realizes sooyoung's just trying to annoy her and get a reaction so she just stops and tries to be more tolerant, han sooyoung just like "huh? wtf? you can't possibly be like this. you're unbelievable. and i hate you."

[cinrel]

[jilted-love]

This is Kim Dokja living with Kimcom in a big house. He is a shipper first so he ships everyone around him but is in denial of him being being a part of any relationship because he thinks he doesn't deserve the love. Plot twist, he's dating everyone. Or everyone thinks they're dating him. *impossible polyamorous miscommunication*

Kim Dokja, a dumb ass: Everyone is dating everyone except me and I hope they don't ask me who I'm dating because I'm a nobody here

Everyone: I'll marry him if he asks

[canthandlethishit]

yjh: *massaging the between of his eyebrows* urgh

ysa: you okay?

yjh: there’s just this major headache *glares at kdj*

kdj: *proceeds to leave the room*

yjh: *grabs him* where do you think you’re going

[the1864thregression]

Would the ORV characters go to watch the Barbie movie with you?

Characters : Yoo Joonghyuk, Yoo Sangah, Han Sooyoung, Uriel, Kim Dokja (derogatory)

Warning : contains spoilers for Barbie movie

Yoo Joonghyuk

YES. He'll take along Yoo Mia and Lee Jihye too. The funniest part is he'll also wear a pale pink shirt due to his sister's and lee jihye's insistence. He'll draw gazes EVERYWHERE.

But overall he would like the movie and it's underlying themes. He would also be impressed by how much effort it went into props. Definitely the kind of dude who would listen to you ramble about the movie and would put his own thoughts into your analysis in between.

Would really like the "I'm just Ken" song but will soon grow tired of it because Han Sooyoung kept singing it at every minor problem.

"Why don't you like Ken, Joonghyuk? I thought he would be relatable to you. "

"He brought misogyny to Barbieland. I would never do that."

Yoo Sangah

She would absolutely go with you. I just know she'll rock the barbie-coded outfit

Han Sooyoung

She might also tear up at the Barbie scene at the end, where she sees all the human memories (girl same). Her favorite character would be Barbie. You two will then go to a food court after the movie where you'll spend an hour or so discussing the movie and the layers at which it mirrors the real world.

"Do you think that Barbie was bound to become attracted to the concept of being human the moment she got named after her creator's daughter? I think that —"

She'll say smth like, "Im an Oppenheimer person " to annoy you at first but would go along with you in the end

The type of person who ends up talking too loudly during a movie accidentally, so you'll recieve some disapproving glances.

She'll. Get. Obsessed with the Ken song. She would hum or sometimes outright break into a song after the movie after some minor inconvenience happens.

Hsy : Where's my lemon candy stash??

Yjh : I threw it out. Your brain will rot even more along with that cheap sugar

Hsy : .. Doesn't seem to matter what I do, I'm always number 2, noone knows how hard I tried.. Oh—

Yjh : (tired)

Uriel

She would be the one to ask you out to the movie. Her excitement would rub off on you and y'all will be positively vibrating with anticipation when the movie starts.

Would also get asked out for photos with some people because she looked absolutely "angelic" with her long golden hair and pink outfit.

You know how some people started to ship Allan with Ken after the movie? Uriel accidentally saw a fan art and immediately jumped on board with the ship.

"All of Ken's clothes fit him!— is such a boyfriend statement tbh, don't you agree (y/n)? "

"... Actually, you're not wrong about that"

Kim Dokja

He wouldn't at first get the hype. He'll just assume it's one of those pop movies that are being popular with their mass marketing and aesthetic.

He was pleasantly surprised.

Would LOVE the underlying satirical themes and the songs. He'll watch the end credits too with you.

Is the type to sometimes look at their partner during the movie and observe their reactions to a particular scene.

Would click instantly with Alan for some reason. (You're not even surprised)

"I like Alan. He's just...there yknow. I hope he leaves Barbieland someday"

[1chaerry]

Hello dear Chae, please could you write a (platonic) Kim Dokja x male!reader, the reader is a constellation and Secretive Plotter's husband, I hope I don't you mind , take care of yourself 🤍

hii!!! I love anything to do with ORV!! Okay, so this fueling my ORV obsession more. hope you like it!!

A Plot-Twist In The Stars

summary: a sudden sub-scenario appears for Kim Dokja and for some reason, all the Constellations seem excited for it. Kim Dokja skeptically accepts it.

c.w: fluff, fluff, FLUFF, a bit of plot [come on, it's ORV], sub-scenario, platonic love,

w.c: 2.7k

disclaimer: Reader is called 'Saram' meaning 'Human/Person.'

Kim Dokja had long since learned to distrust the Star Stream’s attempts at “entertainment.” So when the system announced a new sub-scenario with a flourish, complete with a suspicious lack of immediate death flags, he instinctively frowned

[A SUB-SCENARIO HAS BEEN TRIGGERED!]

Objective: Accompany [The Secretive Plotter’s Husband] for one (1) day.

Reward: ???

The chat room exploded with excitement.

⎡ Constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband is rolling on the ground laughing. ⎤

⎡ Constellation Bald General of Justice eagerly leans forward, wondering how this will play out. ⎤

⎡ Constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire clicks her tongue, muttering something about romantic plots. ⎤

Kim Dokja's brow twitched. “Why do I feel like this is going to be humiliating?”

“What's wrong?” Yoo Joonghyuk said gruffly, arms crossed as he eyed the notification on Dokja’s screen.

“No,” Kim Dokja replied flatly. “Something about this feels deeply wrong.”

Before Yoo Joonghyuk could retort, the world around them shimmered, and Kim Dokja found himself somewhere else entirely.

The setting was surreal: a cozy, starlit garden with soft cushions and a low table laden with snacks. Across from him sat a man—tall, elegant, and exuding an aura of mischief. His eyes glittered with a sharp intelligence that made Kim Dokja’s survival instincts scream.

“Ah, so you’re the famous Kim Dokja,” the man said, resting his chin on one hand. “My husband speaks of you often.”

Kim Dokja’s brain short-circuited. “Your… husband?”

The man smiled. “I am [Halo of the Golden Sea], the Secretive Plotter’s beloved, or, Saram, if the moniker is too long. Don't worry, it's a false name, won't cause you probability.”

Kim Dokja stared. “The Secretive Plotter… has a husband?”

⎡ The Constellation Secretive Plotter coughs awkwardly. ⎤

The man—no, the Constellation—leaned back, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “You seem surprised. Did you think he was incapable of love?”

Kim Dokja did not say, Yes, absolutely.

Instead, he cleared his throat and asked, “What exactly is the purpose of this scenario?”

“To spend time with me, of course!” Saram replied brightly, before leaning closer, his voice dropping suggestively. “Don’t worry—I don’t bite. Much.”

Kim Dokja scooted back instinctively.

⎡ Constellation Abyssal Black Flame Dragon bursts into laughter, finding your plight amusing. ⎤

⎡ Constellation Secretive Plotter sighs but says nothing. ⎤

Throughout the day, Saram found every opportunity to fluster Kim Dokja.

While showing Dokja the starlit garden that seemed to exist between realities, Saram casually commented, “You know, for someone who deals with life-and-death scenarios daily, you have a surprisingly composed face. It’s almost… infuriatingly unreadable. Are you always this calm, or is this just for me?”

Dokja avoided eye contact, trying to focus on the nonsensical task of categorizing glowing star fragments. “I just… don’t let things get to me.”

Sarambraised an eyebrow. “Really? Not even when I look at you like this?” He leaned closer, his expression playful but his gaze sharp.

⎡ Constellation Bald General of Justice whistles approvingly. ⎤

⎡ Constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire mutters, ‘I ship it.’ ⎤

Saram casts a glance at the Constellations, "Behave, you children."

There's a silence from the Constellations which made Dokja gulp, wondering how much power this man had to quiet them all.

Dokja turned away, his voice clipped. “Do you always tease strangers like this?”

Saram laughed, the sound warm and unapologetic. “Only the interesting ones.”

As the day wore on, Saram grew bolder in his attempts to rattle Dokja’s composure.

At one point, he leaned against a tree, arms crossed, and watched Dokja struggle with yet another nonsensical task involving glowing orbs. “You know,” he said casually, “if I weren’t already married, I might have considered claiming you for myself.”

Dokja froze mid-motion, nearly dropping the orb in his hand. “Excuse me?”

Saram smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction. “What? Can’t I appreciate a brilliant mind and an unyielding spirit? Don’t tell me you’re completely oblivious to how captivating you are.”

Dokja’s face burned, though he quickly masked it with his usual deadpan expression. “I think your husband might have something to say about that.”

⎡ Constellation Secretive Plotter silently tightens his grip on his sword. ⎤

Saram laughed, completely unbothered. “Oh, don’t worry about him. He knows I like to keep things interesting.”

As the scenario progressed, Kim Dokja began to notice a certain spark in Saram's behavior that made him uneasy, and it wasn’t just the unnerving way he casually teased him throughout the day. It was the subtle but undeniable attention that Saram seemed to give him—like he was studying him, analyzing his every move with a sharp, calculating gaze.

Though the garden was serene, with a gentle breeze rustling the trees and soft light from the stars above, the atmosphere between them felt charged with something far more intense than just casual conversation. Every glance from Saram lingered just a little too long, and every comment was laden with something more than what was on the surface. At first, Kim Dokja brushed it off as part of the oddity of being in this strange scenario, but soon, he realized that there was an unmistakable curiosity behind those bright eyes.

Saram would often watch him intently as they sipped tea, as if waiting for Kim Dokja to reveal something of himself—his thoughts, his plans, his secrets. There was an eerie quality to it, like he could see right through him. And the way he’d occasionally smile, just the slightest curl of his lips, gave Kim Dokja the distinct feeling that he was being toyed with.

“Tell me, Kim Dokja,” Saram asked that afternoon, as they walked side by side through the starry garden, “Why do you always seem so guarded? Are you afraid of revealing too much?”

Kim Dokja stiffened at the question, instinctively shutting himself off even further. “I’m not ‘guarded,’” he replied stiffly. “I’m just… cautious.”

Saram chuckled, the sound warm but tinged with something mischievous. “Cautious, yes. But you’re not fooling anyone. You’re hiding something, aren’t you? Something important.”

Kim Dokja’s eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t want to admit it, but there was an unsettling truth to what Saram said.

“It’s none of your business,” he shot back, trying to regain his usual composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the fact that every word out of Saram’s mouth felt like a carefully crafted move.

And that was when he realized: this wasn’t just a random Constellation. There was something strategic behind the way Saram spoke, something calculated in his interest in him. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Saram wasn’t simply curious about him—he was intrigued.

The other Constellations had been amused by the sub-scenario, but Saram’s interest seemed far deeper. He wasn’t just playing along for fun. No, he was actively pulling at the threads of Kim Dokja’s life, his story, and perhaps even his own motivations. It felt like he was trying to understand the very fabric of his being, as if he could somehow use it for his own ends—or perhaps to simply learn about him on a more personal level.

Kim Dokja could tell that Saram was a skilled manipulator, one who thrived in situations where he could read others and subtly influence them. And yet, for all his caution, Kim Dokja couldn’t help but wonder…...

Did Saram actually want something from him? Or was this all just a game—one that Saram was determined to play to the very end?

As they shared a quiet moment, sitting beneath the stars, Saram leaned in just a little closer, his gaze sharp but playful. “You know, Kim Dokja… I find you fascinating. There’s something about you that’s both frustrating and intriguing. I wonder…” His voice dropped, almost teasing. “What would it take to get you to let me in? To show me the real you?”

Kim Dokja couldn’t help but tense at the question, feeling a surge of irritation mixed with something else. Was it fear? Or was it just the sense of being cornered by someone who could so effortlessly navigate the intricate web of his emotions?

“I don’t let anyone in,” he said, voice steady but the words betraying him. “I’m not a person you want to know.”

But Saram only smiled wider, like a cat with its prey. “Ah, but that’s exactly what makes you interesting.” He leaned back slightly, as if giving Kim Dokja a moment to reconsider, but the glint in his eyes never wavered. “You’re not as impenetrable as you think, Kim Dokja. Maybe, in time, you’ll come to realize that.”

The rest of the day unfolded with a constant undercurrent of this unspoken tension. Kim Dokja couldn’t shake the feeling that every word, every interaction, was another thread being woven into a bigger, more complex pattern that Saram was crafting with remarkable precision. As much as he tried to distance himself, it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the fact that Saram was interested in him—more so than any other Constellation Kim Dokja had encountered.

And it wasn’t just curiosity. No, Saram seemed to be quietly testing his boundaries, pushing to see how far he could go before Kim Dokja either cracked or completely shut him out.

The more Kim Dokja tried to maintain his distance, the more Saram seemed determined to break down his walls. It was becoming less about the scenario itself and more about the challenge of unraveling the mystery that was Kim Dokja.

By the end of the day, Kim Dokja realized that Saram wasn’t just interested in him because of the Star Stream or the scenario—it was because he saw something in Kim Dokja. Something that made him worthy of fascination.

Whether Kim Dokja liked it or not, he had unknowingly become a part of Saram’s plot—a plot he had no idea how to navigate. But that was nothing new for Kim Dokja, was it? After all, he had been thrown into enough convoluted plots to know that sometimes, the best way to survive was to embrace the chaos and play along.

The day was an utter whirlwind of chaos.

Saram insisted on dragging Kim Dokja through activities that ranged from mildly ridiculous (picking constellations to “adopt” as stars in their garden) to outright absurd (convincing Kim Dokja to play tag while the chat room provided commentary).

At one point, Saram raised a glass of wine and smirked. “You know, Kim Dokja, you’re not half bad. Maybe I’ll convince my husband to let me keep you.”

[ Constellation Secretive Plotter glares coldly. ⎤

Kim Dokja, somehow completely sober, replied, “I think your husband would kill me. Again.”

Saram only laughed. “He wouldn’t dare. I’m the only one who gets to torment you today.”

⎡ Constellation Secretive Plotter looks away, his ears suspiciously red. ⎤

As the day came to an end, Kim Dokja collapsed onto the cushions, exhausted but somehow… content. Saram lounged nearby, still radiating that chaotic energy, but with a softer, almost fond smile.

“You’re interesting,” Saram said. “I can see why the Star Stream loves you.”

Kim Dokja groaned. “I hate that.”

Saram chuckled, then stood. “Well, this was fun. But don’t think you’re off the hook. If you survive the next scenario, we might meet again.”

The world shimmered once more, and Kim Dokja found himself back with Yoo Joonghyuk and the others.

“What happened?” Yoo Sangaj asked, concerned.

Kim Dokja stared into the distance, his voice hollow. “I… bonded with the Secretive Plotter’s husband.”

The chat room exploded into laughter once again.

⎡ Constellation Secretive Plotter silently vows to make amends for the day’s chaos. ⎤

And somewhere in the Star Stream, Saram laughed.

The garden was quiet now, bathed in the soft, silver light of the stars. The stars above twinkled as if to remind Saram that time was still passing, even if it felt as though the entire world had paused for a moment. He leaned against a stone pillar, his gaze fixed on the starlit horizon, though his mind wasn’t on the scenery.

Behind him, the shimmering air twisted as a familiar presence appeared. It was a subtle distortion in the fabric of reality—one that only someone accustomed to the Star Stream’s constant manipulations would recognize.

"I see you’ve finally arrived," Saram said, not turning around. His tone was calm, almost casual, but there was a flicker of something more behind his words.

The figure that appeared behind him, silent as ever, stepped into the moonlight. The tall, imposing silhouette belonged to none other than the Constellation known as Secretive Plotter. Despite the heavy air between them, the quiet tension was almost… playful.

"Saram," Plotter’s voice rumbled, low and deliberately distant. "That was a rather… interesting day."

Saram allowed himself a small, knowing smile. "Interesting? Or just entertaining?" He raised an eyebrow, turning to face the other Constellation. "You didn’t think it would be easy to keep things simple, did you?"

Plotter’s expression didn’t change, but the glimmer in his eyes seemed sharper, like the gears of a complex plan were grinding slowly into motion. "You are… unpredictable."

"I prefer to think of myself as entertaining," Saram replied with a playful shrug, stepping closer to Plotter. "But I think you enjoyed it more than you’re letting on."

For a moment, there was silence. The kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled, because neither of them were in a rush. Plotter studied him, his gaze steady and unreadable.

"Why him?" Plotter asked after a pause, his tone quiet but cutting through the night air like a sharp blade. "Kim Dokja. Why go to such lengths with him? You know what kind of person he is."

Saram chuckled softly, eyes glinting with mischief. "He’s interesting, that’s why. He’s got this air of… complexity about him. You can never quite pin him down. Don’t you find that fascinating?" He tilted his head slightly, like he was watching Plotter carefully for any reaction.

Plotter didn’t answer immediately, but the corners of his mouth twitched, as though a rare smile had almost escaped him. It quickly disappeared, replaced by the usual, unreadable mask.

"You know him well," Plotter finally said. "But I wonder… do you see something in him beyond that? Or is it just the game for you?"

Saram met Plotter’s gaze unflinchingly, his eyes sparkling with something deeper. "Is it so wrong to want to have a little fun while playing the game? To see how long it takes before he finally cracks, or maybe—" He stepped closer again, his voice lowering to a near whisper, "—to see what lies beneath all those layers he’s so desperate to keep hidden?"

Plotter didn’t react, but the air around him seemed to crackle with the unspoken understanding between them. Despite his cold, distant demeanor, it was clear that Plotter had been watching his every move. And in that silent exchange, the tension between them was palpable. There was no need for words—both understood exactly what the other was thinking.

"And you?" Saram continued, this time leaning in ever so slightly, close enough for Plotter to feel his presence. "Do you ever let your walls down, or is it just me who has the privilege of seeing them crumble?"

Plotter’s gaze softened for the briefest moment, the faintest trace of something that could have been a smile playing at his lips. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the familiar, cryptic expression. "I have no need to lower my guard with you," he said, his voice low and controlled. "But you… you are something else."

Saram laughed, the sound rich with amusement. "I suppose we are something else together, aren't we?" He paused, then leaned in, his tone suddenly more serious, more intimate. "But don’t think for a moment I won’t be keeping an eye on you. This game of ours… it’s just beginning."

Plotter met his gaze evenly, his eyes filled with that same cool, inscrutable depth. "I don’t need your protection, but I’ll be watching, too."

They stood there for a moment, the starlit garden between them, both of them perfectly aware of the unspoken understanding that tied them together. It was a strange alliance, one forged in the midst of games and plots, but it was real in its own way. Neither of them knew what would come next, but neither of them was ready to let go just yet.

As the night air drifted softly around them, Saram smiled—a smile that wasn’t entirely light, but more of an invitation, a challenge. "Shall we see where this story takes us next, then?"

Plotter’s only response was a silent nod. He stepped back, his eyes lingering for a moment longer before turning to leave.

But Saram stayed, watching the stars as they sparkled above.

"Let’s see how far we can push this game," he murmured to the empty night.

[rafasbiscuits]

"why do you love and read alot of angst? doesn't it make you sad?"

me: is a fan of omniscient reader's viewpoint, banana fish and jujutsu kaisen.

[rainflower-writes]

—HYUNG! [PT.2]

—HYUNG! PT.1

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"Hyung" is a Korean term used by males to refer to an older male, typically an older brother or close male friend. It expresses respect, affection, and a sense of closeness.

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"Noona” is the term used by males to address older females, particularly older sisters or female acquaintances

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As time seemed to slip away, it was now Dokja’s fifth year as an elementary student, and he felt the weight of that very passage of time pressing down on him.

He stood at the school gate, his small frame almost dwarfed by the towering entrance.

The morning air was brisk, carrying the scent of freshly mown grass, yet it did little to ease the tightness in his chest.

Dokja’s lips were pursed into a thin line, his gaze fixed on the concrete pavement beneath his scuffed shoes.

He could feel the penetrating stares of his classmates, each glance a jarring reminder of his solitude.

Some eyes were filled with pity, their owners whispering to one another, while others sparkled with mockery, cruel smirks playing upon their lips.

He hated it.

Kim Dokja hated it.

The sharp stabs of their gazes weighed heavily on him, pushing against his small shoulders and making him long for the comforting embrace of anonymity.

What stung the most was the absence of his hyung, who usually stood by him, offering a smile and a gentle nudge to set him on his way.

Today, however, that warmth was replaced with a chilling distance.

With each passing second, [name] had become increasingly consumed by the demands of his final year in high school.

Their mornings together, once filled with laughter and shared breakfast, had all but disappeared, replaced by rushed farewells and a sense of urgency.

Dokja understood the importance of this year; it would shape [name]'s future and determine the path he would take.

Yet, that understanding did little to console the restless feeling that swirled painfully in his heart.

The moments spent with [name]—the affectionately whispered jokes, the small snacks exchanged during their hurried breakfasts, and the playful bickering that marked their sibling bond—were treasures stored deep within him.

They were not just routine; they were lifelines, joyfully interwoven into the fabric of his days.

Every shared laugh felt like a warm ray of sunlight, casting away shadows and fears.

But now, with the abrupt shift in their relationship, he felt as though that light was being snuffed out before his eyes.

With a heavy heart, he finally exhaled a deep sigh, feeling its weight settle in his stomach as he reluctantly stepped inside the school gate.

Each of his tiny feet dragged along the pathway, the familiar path to his classroom suddenly feeling foreign and uninviting.

The sounds of laughter echoed around him, a chorus of joyful voices blending into an overwhelming tide that swept over him, leaving him adrift.

He missed [name] more than he was willing to admit.

The void left by his hyung's absence was palpable, an ache that gnawed at him incessantly.

As Dokja trudged forward, each step felt leaden, weighed down by the absence of that special connection.

The familiar sights of the school, once filled with warmth and promise, now felt muted and distant, their essence dull without [name] by his side, ready to share in the joys and trials of the day.

—

It was a bright and cheerful Saturday morning, the kind of day that seemed designed for adventure and laughter.

The sun streamed in through the kitchen window, bathing the modest home in a warm, golden glow that danced across the polished wooden floor, highlighting the dust motes swirling through the air.

Dokja's heart swelled with joy; Saturday had always been his favorite.

His dad would be out and about for the whole day and return the next day, full of promise and the freedom to explore.

Although he typically looked forward to his mornings with anticipation and warmth, today was different.

Positioned at the corner of the hallway, Dokja narrowed his eyes, half-hidden from his Hyung's view.

Clutched tightly in his arms was a beloved chicken stuffed toy, its faded feathers a testament to countless moments of comfort and joy.

It was a playful memento gifted to him by [Name] on his 8th birthday, a day filled with laughter and joy.

"I swear it looks just like you," [Name] had exclaimed, that infectious laughter ringing in Dokja's ears.

The memory made his cheeks flush with a delightful mix of embarrassment and amusement, prompting him to retaliate playfully by slapping his brother's back in mock fury.

With a determined set to his lips and a playful glint in his eyes, Dokja carefully tiptoed his way toward the kitchen.

Each step was calculated, the floorboards creaking gently under his weight as he moved.

Just as he entered the inviting space, he overheard [Name] busy at the counter, the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air, rich and inviting.

It was a scent that felt like home, enhancing the cheerful atmosphere of the morning.

Without warning, spurred by curiosity and that playful spirit, Dokja blurted out, "Is she your girlfriend?"

The sudden question hung in the air, and [Name] flinched, caught completely off guard by the unexpected inquiry.

His hand jerked, and with a startled expression, he accidentally spilled coffee grounds onto the countertop, a small mess that only added to the hilarity of the moment.

He quickly turned to face his younger brother, a look of annoyance creeping across his features as he processed the unexpected question.

"W-what?" [Name] stammered, visibly thrown off balance, his eyes wide with surprise as he struggled to regain his composure.

"I said, is she your girlfriend?" Dokja repeated, his brow furrowing deeper in confusion as he searched his brother's face for an answer.

Each passing second added to the tension, the expectation palpable in the bright kitchen.

"W-where did you even learn that? And no!" came [Name]'s vehement response, his voice rising with incredulity.

He shook his head fervently, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite his attempt at seriousness.

In jest, he instinctively pushed Dokja’s head away, trying to mask his embarrassment and laughter amidst the absurdity of the question.

Dokja pouts slightly, a frown creasing his brow as he watches [Name]'s broad back move with purpose toward the girl sitting comfortably on the couch in their living room.

The space is a cozy mess, with thick textbooks and scattered notes covering the coffee table, remnants of their study session.

Laughter and animated conversation fill the air, punctuated by the occasional rustle of pages as they exchange ideas and insights.

As Dokja observes the scene, he can’t help but feel a mix of jealousy and longing, wishing to be part of their lively discussion.

Dokja huffed, his small feet making soft thuds against the polished wooden floor as he hurried down the hallway, hoping for her to read him a story since someone is too busy pinning for a girl.

...

[Name]'s right. Dokja needs to stop reading romance novels; they're teaching him too many new words.

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"Is he your little brother?" Her voice flowed gently, a soothing melody that seemed to wrap around the words and draw the listener in with its warmth and charm.

It was a pleasant tone, one that invited conversation and connection, although [Name] couldn't help but wonder if the charm came more from her voice or his own scattered thoughts.

[Name] hummed thoughtfully, shifting his gaze from the weighty history book that lay open before him.

He watched intently as the small figure of Dokja, with all the enthusiasm of childhood, scampered away clutching a piece of chicken tightly in his tiny hand.

The sight brought a smile to [Name]'s face, a momentary distraction from the world of dates and events he had been trying to absorb.

Standing nearby was Bae Eun-sol, a classmate who had been a familiar face since their first year of high school.

Her expression was one of fondness as she observed Dokja’s antics, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of amusement and affection.

After a brief pause, she redirected her attention back to [Name], her gaze lingering a bit as she took in the changes that had unfolded in him over the past year.

[Name] had undergone a remarkable transformation following an unexpected growth spurt that coincided with the end of their second year.

He had developed broad shoulders and a more defined physique that seemed to reflect his newfound confidence.

The lines of his face had sharpened, lending him a more chiseled appearance, with his jawline taking on a prominent definition that hadn’t been there before.

It all made him appear older, more mature, as if he had stepped out of the awkward phases of adolescence and into a new chapter of his life.

Eun-seol couldn't help but chuckle to herself, reflecting on how far he had come.

'He's transformed from that small, awkward ball of chaos into someone so much more.'

"What?"

"it's nothing"

—

Graduation day unfolded like a vivid memory, its vibrant colors and sounds blending into a whirlwind that overwhelmed [Name].

He stood at the edge of the gathering, where the air was thick with excitement and the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

All around him, classmates joyfully reminisced about the years they had spent together—the laughter, the struggles, and the bonds forged in the fires of youth.

Yet, as [Name] observed this cherished moment, a profound sense of sadness wrapped around his heart, twisting it with bittersweet nostalgia.

“Getting nostalgic?” Eun-seol teased, her voice bright like the morning sun as she playfully poked his biceps with a gentle jab.

Her laughter was melodic, a sound that mingled with the chatter of their friends, but all he could offer was a faint smile.

It faltered slightly as his eyes fell upon the extravagant bouquet of deep red roses she held delicately in her hands.

The petals glistened in the sunlight, and he couldn’t help but feel a storm of irritation brewing within him.

Who gives red roses to graduates? It struck him as both impractical and absurd.

“Stupid ones,” he muttered under his breath, his annoyance thick with jealousy, teasing the edges of his expression.

Eun-seol was blissfully oblivious to his inner turmoil.

She beamed as she engaged with her friends, her laughter spilling over as they playfully teased her about the roses.

“Oh, it’s just from someone in the other class,” she said, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that contrasted beautifully with the bright blooms.

Even from a distance, [Name] could see the shyness flickering in her eyes as they poked fun at her and the mystery behind the flowers.

It was evident that the attention made her both flattered and bashful, her smile blossoming more with each playful jab from her friends.

As [Name] watched this scene unfold, he felt a sharp twist of longing in his chest—not just for the carefree days they were leaving behind, but for the connection he knew existed between them that he never had the courage to fully explore.

The celebration of their achievements felt overshadowed by unspoken words and burgeoning feelings, and in that moment, he yearned for the chance to step forward, to shift the narrative from mere friendship into something deeper.

But for now, he stood silently, a spectator to the joy and laughter swirling around him, feeling the precious moments slip through his fingers like sand.

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“Hyung!” Dokja called out, his breath quick and shallow as he dashed toward [Name], a wide, affectionate grin lighting up his face.

In his hands, he held a small bouquet of hydrangeas, their delicate petals showcasing a stunning blend of deep blues and soft purples, each bloom shimmering slightly in the morning sun.

He lifted the flowers high above his head, a triumphant gesture that radiated his excitement, eager to share the blooming gift with [Name].

“Thank you,” [Name] replied softly, his eyes sparkling with delight as he took in the beautiful arrangement.

A warm smile blossomed on their face, and instinctively, they reached out to ruffle Dokja’s hair, an affectionate gesture that spoke volumes of their closeness.

In an instant, Dokja erupted into a flurry of playful protests, his cheeks coloring a charming shade of pink as he swatted at [Name]'s hand, trying to break free from their teasing.

“Hey! Stop that!” he huffed, the playful annoyance in his voice only adding to the lighthearted, joyful atmosphere that surrounded them.

Eun-seol sat quietly in the corner, her eyes keenly observing the lively interaction between the Kim siblings.

She had visited their household numerous times, and each occasion only deepened her appreciation for the bond they shared.

It was a bond that seemed effortless — filled with laughter, playful teasing, and an undeniable warmth that enveloped them.

No matter how often she witnessed it, she couldn’t shake a twinge of envy.

Their close-knit relationship stood in stark contrast to her own, which often felt distant and strained.

Still, there was something undeniably charming about the way the siblings navigated their conversations, their affection evident in every word and gesture.

Eun-seol could only admire them, wishing quietly for a connection that felt just as genuine and sweet.

"Noona!" Dokja exclaimed, his face lighting up as he spotted the girl walking toward them.

His bright eyes, mirroring the sharp gaze of his older brother, quickly shifted to the vibrant bouquet of flowers she held in her hands.

A wave of annoyance washed over him as he realized that his hyung was being overshadowed by a stranger he didn’t recognize.

Dokja couldn’t help but notice the agitation radiating from [Name], the discomfort evident in the way he stood, his expression shifting into one of frustration at the sight of the roses.

Dokja's small stature seemed to pulse with a mix of protective instinct and youthful jealousy.

'That ridiculous expression on his face would be completely pointless if Noona has feelings for someone else!' he huffed with exasperation, frustration evident.

As the minutes slipped away, Dokja found himself wrapped around [Name]'s waist, feeling both comforted and somewhat detached from the whirlwind of activity around him.

The solemnity of graduation day enveloped them; families and friends filled the stands, their faces beaming with pride and joy.

Yet, Dokja’s thoughts drifted, unfocused, as he watched his brother cross the stage, clad in a cap and gown with a mix of pride and relief.

The cheers and applause echoed around him, but they felt distant, almost muted.

He couldn't shake off the sense of boredom that clung to him, his mind wandering as he absently traced patterns on [Name]'s side, seeking solace in the warm familiarity of their presence while the world celebrated a significant milestone.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the landscape, Dokja found himself cradled in [Name]'s embrace.

The young boy, clearly weary from the day's adventures, stubbornly refused to walk any farther.

His head nestled comfortably against [Name]'s shoulder, his soft hair brushing against [Name]'s skin.

With his small arms draped loosely around [Name]'s neck, he seemed to relax completely, surrendering to the safety and warmth of their connection.

The world around them faded into a gentle blur as they moved together, a picture of trust and comfort in that tranquil moment.

"Kim [Name]!" The familiar, melodious voice of Eun-seol cut through the silent night.

Startled, [Name] spun around, his heart quickening at the sight of her. Eun-seol, with her long hair cascading down her shoulders, was making her way towards him, her legs moving with urgency as she hurried to close the distance between them.

As she reached him, a playful grin danced across her face, but it was quickly followed by a swift motion—she raised her hand and playfully slapped [Name]’s arm.

The suddenness of the contact made him yelp and step back, eyes wide in surprise as a sting radiated from the spot she hit.

"W-what?" he stammered, furrowing his brows in confusion. The playful nature of her gesture was overshadowed by his bewilderment.

Eun-seol pouted, her lips pressing together in a way that highlighted the rosy hue creeping onto her cheeks.

"You didn’t… you didn’t bring me a flower at all!" she exclaimed, the hint of disappointment lacing her voice.

[Name] frowned, tilting his head slightly to the side as he processed her words.

"What’s the use? You don’t even like flowers, Eun-seol," he replied, a hint of skepticism in his tone.

As her cheeks flushed deeper, Eun-seol shook her head vigorously, her frustration palpable.

"You—why are you so oblivious to things like this?!" Her voice rose unexpectedly, reaching an octave that made [Name] flinch, wide-eyed at her sudden intensity.

The contrast between her deepening embarrassment and rising voice made the moment feel both serious and amusing, and he couldn’t help but wonder about the underlying feelings stirring beneath their playful banter.

Dokja let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping under the weight of their unspoken emotions.

He buried his face in the warm crook of [Name]'s neck, enveloped by the familiar scent that always brought him comfort.

In that moment, a realization settled over him like a fog—despite the deep connection they shared, both of them were blissfully unaware of the intricate web of feelings that lingered just beneath the surface.

It was almost tragic how they were made for each other, perfect companions lost in their own worlds, unable to see the undeniable bond that had been quietly growing between them.

"Next time, you have to bring me flowers!" Eun-seol declared with a huff, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest.

The bouquet she had been expecting was nowhere in sight, only adding to her frustration.

Bae Eun-seol had spent the entire day perched on the edge of anticipation, hoping that Kim [Name] would finally gather the courage to approach her with a bouquet of flowers.

In a fit of exasperation, she suddenly swung the delicate roses she had received at an unsuspecting stranger, the sharp thorns grazing his cheek.

"I don't like flowers!" she declared with a flair for the dramatic, her voice echoing through the air like a thunderclap.

The man, who had intended to abscond with her, crumpled to the ground in shock, petals scattering around him like confetti.

Her friend stood by, eyes wide and mouth agape, struggling to comprehend the chaos that had just unfolded before her.

"What? Why?" [Name] blinked in confusion, momentarily distracted from the situation at hand.

His arms were gently cradling Dokja's small, peaceful body as the boy drifted off into dreamland, his soft breaths fanning against [Name]'s neck.

The juxtaposition of Eun-seol's annoyance and the calm serenity of the sleeping child made the moment feel all the more surreal.

Eun-seol irked as she flashed to taller male an irritated look "stupid!" she yelled before turning around and stomp away.

"Wait, Eun-seol!" [Name] called out, his voice rising above the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

He stepped forward with urgency, his heart pounding.

In that moment, the delicate hydrangeas, carelessly gifted to him by Dokja, teetered precariously in his grasp.

He reached out just in time, fingers curling around the stem to prevent the vibrant blossoms from toppling over.

[Name] frown in confusion as he watch her back radiating with frustration before realization cross over his mind.

"Eun-seol!" he called out in panic, watching as the girl didn't intend to stop.

"I like you!" [Name] bellowed in embarrassment as his face turned red, he was thankful there was no one in sight.

It seems that he has completely lost not only his sense of dignity but also a part of himself that he can never reclaim.