Compulsive

Compulsive
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/46284487.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
Relationship: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk
Character: Yoo Sangah, Han Sooyoung, Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja, Lee Jihye
(Omniscient Reader)
Additional Tags: One-Sided Attraction, kim dokja is a sassy mf, yoo jonghyuk is a simp
fr, Forced Eye Contact, Hurt Kim Dokja, Implied/Referenced Suicide,
Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Rape/Non-con Elements, kim dokja doesnt
understand that he is a beautiful man that can turn someone gay in a
millisecond, Forced Masturbation, Past Rape/Non-con, Dark Past,
Memory Loss, Forced Ejaculation, Flashbacks, Oblivious Kim Dokja,
Blood and Violence, Sexual Tension, Sexual Harassment, Possessive
Yoo Joonghyuk, kim dokja is straight in this fic sadly, Suicide
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-04-06 Updated: 2023-09-11 Words: 13,810 Chapters:
13/?
Compulsive
by Kae0
Summary
“Don’t worry, Dokja. I’ll make sure you remember… where you truly
belong…”
...In which the sudden appearance of the city's most "blood-thirsty maniac" leaves everyone
absolutely horrified at the amount of massacres they have caused in only a weeks time.
It's almost as if they had prepared a list of names that decided who would meet their end
next...
And today, an ex-vigilante/massage therapist named Kim Dokja was on it.
TW: HEED THE TAGS THIS IS GONNA BE AN ANGSTY FANFIC
+ also this will not follow along the plot of the manhwa or the original novel
Notes
The first chapter of each part will always be short btw. I promise the next chapters will be
slightly longer AND hopefully more interesting for you guys.
[It takes a bit of time to build up to the plot ykkk]
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language <3 [cussing, etc.]

"Nowhere Is Safe" Ep. 1
Kim Dokja grunted in surprise when his body suddenly collided with another in front of him.
He had been preoccupied with his phone while walking along the crosswalk with
an incredibly large group of people. So he was surprised to look up and find that every single
one of them had stopped dead in their tracks halfway through.
Dokja opened his mouth to speak, clearly irritated at the situation. "Hey, you guys can't just stop
in the middle of the—" He clamped his mouth shut once he caught sight of what the group around
him had been distracted by. The news had just began to play on the Jumbotron to the left of the
group, and...
It happened again.
The city's new-found "blood-thirsty maniac" had killed yet another 23 citizens, just as he had
been doing every single day for the past week.
...Crazy bastard.
Dokja pursed his lips before averting his vision away from the giant screen.
He didn't need to worry himself with such things anymore— not unless he wanted to get
arrested... again.
Right now he just really needed to get to work on time, and this crowd was not helping at all.
Dokja gripped his bag before forcibly pushing himself through the gang of frozen bodies. He
received a few insults for doing so, and even thought he heard someone say, "Dude, I'm walking
here!"
Dokja frowned deeply at the comment. The fuck? None of you were walking, dumbass. That's
why I'm doing this in the first place. Of course, he didn't say that out loud or else he definitely
wouldn't be making it to work with his dick intact.
+++
Dokja eventually made it to his work— On time, thankfully.
He seated himself comfortably in his office, resting his head on the wooden desk with a low
sigh. Half of him was praying that his client wouldn't come early for their appointment, and the
other half...
Was hoping they didn't come at all and he could just go home already.
God clearly threw his prayer in the trash.

"...I hope I didn't come too early."
Dokja mentally groaned once he heard the distant sound of voices coming from the front desk.
He really, really, didn't want to work today. The muscles within his arms were
absolutely sore from lifting boxes and boxes full of furniture the day before. Dokja was worried it
would affect his massage performance and cause the client to complain to the company
and probably get him fired.
Ah, yes. Did he mention that he was a professional massage therapist?
Dokja lazily lifted himself from his wonderfully comfortable chair, walking as slowly as
possible to the front desk to meet with his client. He began to rub at his knuckles and the palms of
his hands to prepare himself for his client.
Dokja eventually turned the corner and forced on the best smile he could muster.
"Ah, hello."
Dokja immediately froze, staring into the dark irises of the man standing before him. His jaw
clenched with discomfort on instinct as the tips of his fingers suddenly began to go numb.
Why do I suddenly...
"I'm the 3:30 appointment, Yoo Jonghyuk."
Dokja hesitantly reached out his hand to shake their own.
Have this horrible feeling?
"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kim Dokja."

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dokja Whisked through the hallways, turning his head back every now and then to make sure his
client was following closely behind. It didn't take long for his thoughts to begin to gather in the
silence...
...Yoo Jonghyuk... Why does that name sound so familiar?
This odd sense of déjà vu was bothering Dokja deeply. He could have sworn that he's heard the
name at least once at some point in his life— maybe even more than a thousand times. But when
—? And Where? And most importantly...
Does it have any special meaning?
Dokja pursed his lips and began to stare off.
Until his client interrupted.
"Sangah told me I'm the first male client you've ever received."
Dokja coughed in surprise at the sudden start in conversation, quickly lifting a fist to his lips to
block the noise. "Oh, yes." He cleared his throat before continuing, "I only ever get requests from
female clients. So, um... I really don't have any experience with the male body. I apologize in
advance if my performance doesn't meet your expectations."
Yoo Jonghyuk stayed silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.
"...If you've never massaged a man," Jonghyuk suddenly leaned closer to Dokja from behind,
"Just think of it as if you were... touching yourself."
"Ex- Excuse me?" Dokja paused in his tracks and turned towards the taller man, furrowing his
brows— a clear sign of irritation. Dokja made sure to take an extra step away from him. "Please
refrain from commenting such things."
The bastard only smiled in response.
...How annoying.
Thankfully, they had paused right by the private room that Jonghyuk had reserved for his
appointment.
Dokja stepped forward quickly, a desperate attempt to avoid anymore odd topics with his client.
He opened the door, bowed down slightly, and swung out his hand towards the inside of the
room. If he's going to be an annoying bitch, I'll be an annoying bitch too.
"Ladies first." Dokja flashed him the widest smile possible.
And Yoo Jonghyuk's faltered.
+++
"You can get undressed in the bathroom over there," Dokja motioned towards the door to the
right of the room. "I'll prepare everything for the session while you do."
"...Sure."
It only took about 2 minutes for Jonghyuk to finish, much to Dokja's surprise, and he was
somehow able to get everything ready within that time.
"Alright, lay face down on the massage table for me and then we can get started." Dokja tapped
his fingers against the wall, seemingly unfazed by the blessed sight of the wonderfully built body
that Jonghyuk possessed. "Would you like the lights on, or off?"
"Off."
Dokja then flipped the light switch and made his way towards the massage table Jonghyuk was
waiting patiently on. "Now, relax your muscles and allow your arms to hang off the sides of the
table..."
"I know what I need to do, so get on with it already."
Salty bastard.
After rubbing the oil onto his palms thoroughly, Dokja began his work—
And all it took was one small touch to the shoulder blade for Dokja to realize he really couldn't
deny how absolutely ripped his client was. What the fuck? Does this guy do a thousand push-ups a
day or something?
Dokja carefully began to press down on the skin skillfully, feeling the palms of his hands slide
against the muscles on Jonghyuk's shoulders. He frowned deeply when the taller male let out
an annoyingly loud groan of approval when his hand made its way to rub against the lower part of
his back.
Then he groaned again.
And again.
And again.
Dear fucking god. Not even the horny women Dokja had given massages to were this loud.
Then after a few minutes of blissful silence, Jonghyuk finally let out an especially loud moan
that crossed WAY past the line.
"I swear I'm going to—" Dokja pursed his lips, trying the best he can to contain himself. Be
smart, Dokja. The shorter male took a deep breath. How can I tell this guy to stop groaning in a
polite way?
"Can you shut the fuck up, please?"
"Ah, I struck a nerve?" Jonghyuk turned his head to the side and chuckled deeply, causing his
back to lift up and down with every breath he let out. "Am I perhaps making you uncomfortable,
Kim Dokja?"
Yes. Yes you are, you annoying bastard.
He decided to stay silent, and was surprised when Jonghyuk continued to push on.
"...Answer me, Dokja."
The shorter male felt his fingers go numb once again, becoming wary of his client's sudden
change in tone. What's with the sudden change in this guy's mood? Is he really showing hostility
just because I didn't answer his question? Dokja frowned deeply and continued to keep his mouth
sealed shut.
Even if this bastard attacks me, I should be fine.
I have more than enough experience with hand-to-hand combat.
But what the words that Jonghyuk spoke next was not what Dokja was expecting at all.
"You really don't remember me, do you?"
Dokja paused his movements for a moment and blinked— a pitiful attempt to process the
situation.
Only to find that him and Jonghyuk had swapped positions completely in a matter of seconds,
with his arms securely folded behind his back in a tight, death grip. Dokja let out a hiss of pain
when the towering man above him pressed down hard, forcing his stomach and ribs to
press further against the surface of the massage table.
"If you did remember, you wouldn't even dream of showing any signs of disrespect towards me."
Dokja clenched his teeth.
What the hell is this guy even going on about?
"I'm so glad I found you, Dokja..." Jonghyuk began to murmur his name like a prayer against the
shorter man's ear, "Dokja... Kim Dokja..."
"Stop saying my name like that!" Dokja felt his body tingle with disgust at the sudden feeling of
Jonghyuk's hot breath pressing against the side of his neck. This caused Dokja to squirm on instinct
against the seemingly steel restraints and shook his head side to side— a desperate attempt to
escape the situation. "I'm not— You have the wrong person— I've never seen you before in my
entire life—"
"Ah, that's where you're wrong. We have met before," Jonghyuk let out a low sigh when the man
beneath him only responded with silence.
His tone seemed to become even more hostile than it was before. "...Don't worry, Dokja. I'll make
you remember." The clinking sound that followed those words soon after immediately forced
Dokja into a panic.
"W-wait, what are you— agh!"
"I'll do anything it takes... to make you.... Remember..."
Chapter End Notes
A cliff hanger because why not.

Chapter Notes
WARNINGS
Bodily Harm & slight sexual harassment
Dokja hissed between his breath when the man above him tightened the chains that were keeping
his wrists bound together behind his back.
Just where the hell did this guy even get these?
But that wasn't exactly his biggest concern. If this man— Yoo Jonghyuk— brought them in the
first place...
He had clearly came prepared to do something, and that's what feared Dokja the most. He knew he
had to figure out what was going on. And fast.
But then A particularly painful tug on the metal wrapping around his wrists immediately
interrupted his thoughts. "Urk—! Bastard, that hurts!" Dokja winced before twisting his head
around to face Jonghyuk, furrowing his eyebrows, "What the hell is this— Tying me up with
chains? I already said that you've got the wrong person— so let me go, you fucking psycho!" He
had no ounce of hesitation as he spoke these words.
Jonghyuk simply ignored Dokja, a grim expression plastered upon his face.
"Say something—"
Jonghyuk stayed silent.
"I know you can talk, asshole." Dokja was becoming impatient.
And when Jonghyuk did finally speak, Dokja immediately wished he hadn't. "You know... It really
is a shame." His black irises somehow became even darker than before.
...What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Dokja could then hear Jonghyuk begin to fumble with the chains and let out a grunt of surprise
when he was suddenly lifted from the massage table with ease, and practically thrown against the
floor onto his side. He gritted his teeth in discomfort when the weight of the chains shifted and
forced the metal to dig further into the flesh of his wrists.
"It's such a shame... that you don't remember me. Especially when it took me 6 years to find you
again."
Pain suddenly shot through Dokja's abdomen as he was suddenly sent skidding a foot or two across
the floor, his lips parting in a silent scream. His entire body shook at the amount of force his
stomach received from the unpredicted kick, sending his mind into a frenzy. "K..kyuk..."
Dokja didn't even realize he had started crying until Jonghyuk had begun to apologize.
Since when was he so weak?
"Ah, I'm sorry... Don't cry, Dokja. Don't cry." The shorter male felt his body roll onto his back with
a soft thud, the blurred image of Jonghyuk hastily climbing on top of him sending him into a haze.
"I got carried away..." The man above him began to wipe away the tears staining his cheeks with
his thumbs.
But the look on Jonghyuk's face wasn't pity or regret.
It was a look of excitement.
And at that moment, Dokja felt his whole world drop when he became aware of the large hand
making its way down his body— "Get... get the fuck off of me." Dokja glared up at Yoo Jonghyuk
with red eyes, a warning tone in his voice. His lips curled into a shape of utter disgust.
"Haha, that expression... I remember it so vividly." Jonghyuk paused his movements, keeping the
palm of his hand rested against Dokja's abdomen. "I wonder, have we been in this position before?"
Dokja gritted his teeth when Jonghyuk slowly eased his hand even lower, teasingly tapping his
fingers against the buckle of Dokja's belt. "Stop. I won't call the cops if you end this right here."
"Really?" Jonghyuk tilted his head to the side, studying the smaller male's expression closely.
Dokja pursed his lips and nodded softly.
"Hah... You really are the Kim Dokja I've been looking for. You haven't changed at all."
Dokja's eyes widened, his breathing becoming heavy with anxiety when Jonghyuk suddenly
increased the pace of his movements, hastily unbuckling his belt and yanking his trousers down
without an ounce of hesitation.
"You still rely on lies."
"Stop—!" Dokja flinched as Jonghyuk slid his other hand underneath his shirt, his cold, rough
fingers pressing uncomfortably against the skin.
Dokja begins to hyperventilate. He kicks his legs like a madman, arching his back, yanking on the
chains binding his wrists, doing anything to stop this. And it doesn't take him long to realize—
He's scared.
He's fucking terrified of being touched by this man— this stranger, and he doesn't know why.
And he does the last thing he expected to do.
"PLEASE! SANGAH— SOMEONE CALL THE COPS I'M— Urk!!"
"...That's something new." Jonghyuk clamped his palm down against Dokja's lips, securely forcing
down his cries for help. "You've never asked anyone for help before." Jonghyuk let out a scoff of
annoyance when Dokja continued to struggle underneath him, tossing and turning his head to get
the heavy weight of the hand off of him. "You know... you really shouldn't trust such a kind
woman so easily, Dokja."
And at that very moment, a familiar ringtone began to echo throughout the room, causing Dokja to
bite his tongue once he realized it should not be familiar to his ears at all.
Yoo Jonghyuk tilted his head down to where the noise was coming from behind his back. "Ah, I
wonder who it could be..." Jonghyuk extended his hand back, gripping onto the device and taking a
look at the screen. He glanced down at Dokja before turning the phone towards him, giving him a
perfect view of the caller.
Dokja felt his stomach drop.
Yoo Sangah
Jonghyuk chuckled at the look of horror on Dokja's face before clicking "accept" and setting the
phone on speaker.
"What the hell are you doing to Dokja? You said you wouldn't hurt him!" Sangah's familiar voice
coming from the device only made Dokja's heart ache even more. What the hell is going on? Why
couldn't I just continue to live a normal life without all of this ?
Dokja bit the inside of his cheek, hard, hoping that this was all just a dream and that it would end
soon already.
"You said you changed, you bastard! You said you just wanted to see him!" The tone set in
Sangah's voice was bewildering. Dokja has never even heard Sangah even raise her voice or cuss
before. "If I had known you would pull the same shit on him that you did in highschool, I never
would of helped y..."
Dokja froze, the words spilling from Sangah through the phone suddenly turning to
static. Highschool...?
Sangah... She knew him in highschool... and never bothered to mention it? And this— this bastard
Yoo Jonghyuk knew him too? And he did something horrible to him apparently— How?
Dokja would have definitely remembered seeing Sangah or this guy at that time.
But come to think of it...
He can't remember anything that happened in high school at all.
Jonghyuk brought the speaker closer to his lips, a sly smirk splayed across his face. He stared
down at Dokja's widened eyes before parting his lips to speak. "Ah... it seems the secret has been
spilled, what a pity."
"What..." Sangah's voice trailed off. "You— you fucking put me on speaker..."
Jonghyuk chuckled before continuing, "Tell me, Sangah. How do you plan on explaining this
sudden situation to poor Dokja?"
"No, no, he wasn't supposed to find out..." Dokja could hear Sangah's voice become heavy through
the speaker. "You planned this from the beginning, didn't you?"
The larger male hummed from above Dokja, clearly amused at what the situation had become.
"Haha... You should know better by now, Sangah," Jonghyuk tilted his head down to make eye
contact with the man beneath him, shifting his hand away from his mouth.
His fingers eventually slid downward, resting around Dokja's neck in a gentle, but firm grip.
"I always find a way to get the ending that I want."

Chapter Notes
WARNINGS ⚠️
descriptive threats of Rape
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"You know... You should be grateful, Dokja." Jonghyuk set the phone down on the floor beside
him after hanging up mid-conversation with Sangah.
Dokja didn't bother to respond and simply stared up at the ceiling. He was so lost— so confused at
the events that occurred in less than 10 minutes. He didn't even notice Jonghyuk climb on top of
him once again.
"Because If it weren't for that phone call..." Jonghyuk continued to speak, pressing a soft kiss
underneath Dokja's jaw, his hot breath to fanning against the pale skin. "I'd be fucking you until
you were screaming for me to stop right now."
Dokja's eyes widened in horror at his words. W-what.. what did he just say? He clenched his teeth
and glared at the man towering above him with utter disgust. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Jonghyuk slid the palm of his hand against Dokja's leg, and much to his surprise, undid the chains
keeping his ankles bound together. He chuckled softly before hooking his hands behind Dokja's
knees. "I'd spread your legs wide open like this, and shove my dick deep inside here..."
"—!" But before Dokja could even think about using his legs to try and escape— Jonghyuk had
already lifted his legs and planted them firmly over his shoulders. His hands quickly began to prod
around his ass, feeling around the cloth covering it and reaching further in towards his— Dokja
sucked in a breath, "Stop it! Get your hands away from me!" His body jerked in discomfort when
Jonghyuk didn't listen, and instead dug his fingers further into the fabric of his pants.
Dokja began to kick and thrash around desperately, his ankles uselessly beating against Jonghyuk's
back.
"I said stop, you disgusting prick..!"
But Jonghyuk continued. "Haha... I can't do that without any preparation of course..." Dokja
winced when the taller male suddenly leaned in closer to Dokja's ear, practically forcing his body
to fold in half. "Unless you give me a reason to fuck your hole dry until it tears."
Dokja furrowed his brows and spat on Jonghyuk's cheek.
"Hah... You really..." Jonghyuk wiped his cheek with a bitter expression before releasing his grip
on Dokja's legs and standing up.
He froze when he felt cool metal press against the back of his skull. He wasn't expecting her to get
here so fast. Fuck.
Dokja tilted his head in the direction of the familiar voice.
"If you move even an an inch— I'll blow your head off."
Jonghyuk scoffed at the comment."You won't kill me."
Sangah lifted the gun higher and pressed her finger against the trigger firmly, her other hand
motioning to Dokja's shocked form to get up. "Try me."
Jonghyuk watched as Dokja struggled to stand up from the floor, the chains bounding his wrists
clinking softly as he did so. He regretted not bringing his sword or any kind of weapon for that
matter.
"I hope you realize that you're making a big mistake, Sangah."
"Maybe I am making a mistake." Sangah motioned towards Dokja again, turning his body around
and hastily undoing the chains with one hand while using the other to keep Jonghyuk in check.
"But I don't care."
She then gripped onto Dokja's forearm and walked towards the door steadily. She didn't take her
eyes off of Jonghyuk for even a second. She knew what he was capable of, and she wouldn't be
taking any chances.
Sangah proceeded to push Dokja out the door, making sure to keep her gun pointed towards
Jonghyuk as she exited the room. Her brows furrowed down into a glare as she grasped onto the
door handle.
Yoo Jonghyuk only stared back with those cold, dark eyes.
Sangah bit the inside of her cheek before quickly shutting the door with a soft click. She knew
Dokja had thousands of questions that he wanted answers to, but right now all that was on her mind
was to get as far away from Jonghyuk as soon as possible.
His questions would have to wait.
She ushered Dokja towards the nearest emergency exit of the building, glancing back every few
seconds to keep an eye out for Jonghyuk in case he decided to peruse them.
And much to her surprise, he didn't.

But Sangah new this wouldn't be the last time Jonghyuk would make an appearance. He didn't lie
when he said he always found a way to get what he wanted. How else did Jonghyuk find out about
her whereabouts and contact information? He more than likely already knows where she lives, so
hiding Dokja over at her place was definitely out of the equation.
Sangah glanced to her side where Dokja was following closely. They were now walking along the
sidewalk where they blended into a large crowd and last thing she needed was for Dokja to get lost.
Honestly, she was surprised he was even following her at all after what he had discovered on the
phone call.
Sangah pursed her lips and became lost in thought.
Dokja was the only other person I knew in high school that didn't even want the attention of that
bastard.
And yet...
Sangah sighed deeply.
She had never met someone so unfortunate in her entire life.
Chapter End Notes
Lmao I feel bad for making Sangah walk in on them while Jonghyuk was saying all of
that
"Trapped In The Past" Ep. 1
Chapter Notes
This is the start of part 2 of this fanfic and as the title hints off—
Part 2 will focus on flashbacks <3
Enjoy the next chapter!
WARNINGS ⚠️
None, just a few cuss words ig.
"Yoo Jonghyuk!"
Dokja glanced up from his phone, letting out an annoyed huff. "Why do I keep hearing that name
everywhere I go in this school?" He winced when another ear-shattering squeal echoed through the
cafeteria, the rumble of footsteps following soon after. This 'Yoo Jonghyuk' guy is really getting on
my nerves...
"Oh... You really don't know him?"
"No, why else would I be asking about it?"
Sooyoung pursed her lips before taking a seat next to Dokja with her lunch, "That's a good point."
She cleared her throat before continuing, "Anyway, He's really just some good-looking guy that all
the girls go crazy over. I even heard he's the top student at the school."
Dokja raised an eyebrow at his friend, "Top student? And you don't find him attractive?"
"Hmmm..." Sooyoung tapped her chin thoughtfully. "No, smart guys aren't really my type."
"I bet you're just saying that so you don't sound like 'other girls'."
Sooyoung rolled her eyes in response. "Alright, alright. Enough about his looks— His personality
is what really pisses me off. I don't get how people even find it the slightest bit attractive." She
raised her hands over her head in frustration, "He literally ignores anyone who tries to be friendly
to him and tells all the girls to fuck off when they ask him out! Talk about being a jerk."
"I bet you're just sad that he rejected you." Dokja smirked tauntingly.
"Oh, shut up. You literally get no bitches."
"What? I think I could get a girlfriend. I'm not that bad-looking!"
Sooyoung frowned with disappointment. "You really believe that? I don't even know why I hang
out with a loser like you."
Dokja glanced to the side and shrugged, "You know what they say... Losers have to stick together."
"I will literally throw you off a cliff."
The sudden sound of a low sigh made the two of them jump and force their conversation to pause.
"Why do you two always have to be fighting..."
Sooyoung's expression brightened when she turned to see who had spoken to them. She waited for
the brunette to sit down before speaking. "Oh, Sangah! Can I ask you a quick question?"
Dokja shook his head side to side. He already knew where this was going.
Sangah glanced over at Dokja, who sitting in front of her, before warily raising an eyebrow at
Sooyoung. "Huh? Sure..."
"Do you think Dokja could pull anyone?"
"Um...," Sangah looked over at Dokja who was now narrowing his eyes intently, awaiting her
answer. "Yeah no, he could never get a girlfriend with that goofy look on his face."
Dokja groaned in defeat, slumping his upper body against the lunch table.
"Haha! I told you."
Dokja frowned deeply at the raven girl and lifted a hand to flip her off. "At least I'm one of the top
5. You can't even reach the top 1000 when it comes to student rankings."
"Die."
Sangah let out another sigh, "Dokja, stop picking fights with...."
Dark eyes quickly scanned around the lunchroom, searching for any signs of the voice that had just
spoken a familiar name. He became still, not even caring that he was now standing in the way of
others who walked around the lunchroom.
"...Are you alright, Jonghyuk?"
The dark-eyed man ignored her.
"Jonghyuk...? I asked if you were ok."
He finally acknowledged the girl standing beside him, but didn't bother to answer her question.
Right now he only cared about figuring out who he was. "...Do you know anyone named Dokja?"
The girl's face flushed with anger. Did he just ignore my question? Why the hell is he asking about
someone else right now? "No, I've never talked to someone with an odd name like that."
Jonghyuk continued to scan around the room, earning odd glances from the people walking past
him.
"Um... can we go and sit down now?" The girl pursed her lips and tapped her shoes together
nervously, attempting to break the silence. "I really want to have lunch with you."
Jonghyuk didn't seem to care about her comment and continued to face away from her. "No, you
can eat without me. I have to go check on something." He said bluntly. He then walked away
without another word, leaving her frozen with embarrassment at the center of the lunch room.
And when Jonghyuk finally found the classroom he was looking for— he. Was. Pissed.
To many others, the reason for his anger might seem petty or childish. But Jonghyuk didn't care.
Dokja... Why do I keep seeing your name everywhere I go? It's really... irritating.
Jonghyuk reached a large hand forward and angrily tore off the sheet of paper hanging from the
bulletin board displayed outside of his home room class. He tapped his finger at the top of the list
of students, pursing his lips. This... is the 100th time I've seen your name right next to mine.
He gritted his teeth, dark brows furrowing with annoyance as he crushed the paper between his
fingers. "Why are you always..."
"Underneath me?"
1 - Yoo Jonghyuk
2 - Kim Dokja
3 - .....
Chapter End Notes
HAHAHSHSHAHAAAHAHAHA I LOVE WRITING FLASHBACK CHAPTERS.

Anyways tell me your thoughts on what might happen between Jonghyuk and Dokja in
the olden days <\3
Thank you for readinggg

Chapter Notes
WARNINGS
Dokja being sassy
1. Yoo Jonghyuk
2. Kim Dokja
1. Yoo Jonghyuk
2. Kim Dokja
1. Yoo Jonghyuk
2. Kim Dokja
1. Yoo Jong...
2. Kim Dokja
1. Yoo...
2. Kim Dokja
1. ....
2. Kim Dokja
2. Kim Dokja
Fuck... seeing his name everyday is sickening.
Jonghyuk tapped his foot against the floor, lost in thought. The more he though about it, the more
he realized...
This situation was actually quite... Ironic.
For as long as he can remember, Dokja's name has always been right underneath his. He was
always able to see it.
And yet, he's never actually even seen Kim Dokja's face. Not even once.
Jonghyuk watched the man eat from afar, eyes unblinking. His fingers tapped rapidly against the
lunch table where he was seated, earning concerned looks from the others sitting beside him.
He had finally figured out who Kim Dokja was, and Jonghyuk had been watching him for the past
week in hopes of catching even the slightest look at his face. But it never happened, and Jonghyuk
was practically dying of curiosity.
It was annoying.
"Why am I even wasting my time with this? He probably looks like a decapitated giraffe."
Jonghyuk murmured under his breath.
"Hey, who're you looking at?"
Jonghyuk flinched in surprised when a familiar hand suddenly tapped at his shoulder to get his
attention. "Nobody." He answered quickly. The last thing he needed was Jihye Lee bothering him
about this 24/7.
"Ohh, Isn't that Kim Dokja?"
"What? You know him?" Jonghyuk immediately snapped his attention towards her.
"Ahhh so you were looking at him." Jihye grinned in victory.
Jonghyuk ignored her comment and repeated his question. "Do you know him?"
"Well I wouldn't say I know him. But we did run into each other the other day." Jihye cleared her
throat before continuing, "But you know... You should really stop staring at him so much."
"I'm not staring at him." Jonghyuk replied bitterly.
Jihye frowned. "He's not stupid, Jonghyuk. You wanna know the first thing he said when we ran
into each other?" She straightened her posture, lifting up a finger and putting on a blank expression,
"Oh, you're friends with that creepy guy who wont stop staring at me."
Jonghyuk stayed silent for a few seconds and turned away from her. Is it that obvious that I've
been watching him?
And as if Jihye was reading his mind, "Yes. Yes it is." She replied with a smile.
He glared at her again before looking down at the table and resting his chin against the palm of his
hand. And just as Jonghyuk was about to tell her to fuck off, she made the worst mistake of
running her mouth again.
"You know, if you like him you should just tell him alrea-"
"What?"
Jonghyuk clenched his hands into fists and rested them against the surface of the lunch table. He
turned towards the girl beside him, brows furrowing. "You think I fucking like him? I'm not gay. I
don't even have the slightest interest in him."
Jihye stayed silent for a moment. "Then why are you trying so hard just to see what he looks like?
You've never watched or even tilted your head like a puppy whenever someone mentions a certain
name. Yet, you do those exact things whenever he's around!" Jihye pressed the palm of her hand
against her forehead and shook her head, "You don't pay attention to anyone, Jonghyuk. So why are
you giving Dokja attention if you 'don't even have the slightest interest in him'."
Jonghyuk opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. It didn't take him long to realize that
Jihye was right. Why the hell was he so hyperfixated on Dokja? It was stupid and a complete waste
of time to be thinking of a man of all things over rankings shown on a sheet of paper.
"You see what i'm saying now?"
Jonghyuk nodded silently.
"Alright. Now that you've got that off of your mind... Do you mind if I have your lunch? Before it
gets cold."
+++
Jonghyuk stared at the door of his next class with a breath of relief.
They were finally having a seating chart put into place-- and the only reason why he was grateful
for this was because the girl that would always sit next to him would not stop passing little notes to
him during class, asking for his number.
The only thing he enjoyed about that was making a little tower of crumpled up papers and tossing it
all in the trash by the end of the period.
Jonghyuk scanned his eyes across the paper, quickly searching for his seat. He glided his finger
across the surface until it finally landed on his name.
With Kim Dokja's right beside it.
"What the actual fuck?" He said aloud. "Since when was he in this class?"
Jonghyuk shook his head and straighted his back before walking into the classroom. It was going
to be alright. Jihye had already talked some sense into him during lunch, so he was absolutely fine
with it.
Everything was fine.
At least that's what he kept telling himself. But once Jonghyuk sat down, he couldn't hold still for
one second. His foot was tapping loudly against the tile floor, along with his fingers tapping against
the fabric of his crossed arms.
Why did the layout have to be two people at one table?
"...I'll see you after school, Dokja!"
Jonghyuk immediately froze at the mention of his name. This was it. He would finally get see who
Kim Dokja was.
The sound of footsteps slowly became closer, the low squeak of a chair being pulled out from
beside him following soon after.
Fuck, he really hoped Jihye wasn't being serious when she said Dokja knew he had been watching
him.
"It's you."
An unfamiliar voice spoke-- No, Kim Dokja's voice spoke-- And it was surprisingly... calming to
Yoo Jonghyuk's ears. That was until Dokja spoke again.
"You're the guy nobody will shut the hell up about."
Chapter End Notes
Cackles
Anyway, I'm not sure how long this part of the story is actually gonna be but
considering its all about their PAST....
It might be like 10 chapters long idk maybe more.
I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far and my bad if there's any mistakes in this
chapter 3
I wanna say Tyty to everyone for reading again

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"You're the guy nobody will shut the hell up about."
At first, Jonghyuk was taken aback from the hostility of the sentence that first spouted from
Dokja's mouth. But once he brought his head back together, his brows furrowed and his lips
twitched in anger. "What the hell is that supposed to—" His anger was forced to be cut short.
"Settle down everyone. We're already short on time and I have a lot of work planned for us today."
Their teacher announced.
Jonghyuk kept his mouth shut, frowning slightly as he watched Dokja slouch down into his seat.
Kim Dokja was... how was Jonghyuk supposed to word it?
Plain.
Boring.
The most average looking person on earth.
Jonghyuk was absolutely disappointed in Dokja's appearance. Not that he expected much in the
first place, of course— But he couldn't help but admit to himself that he expected Kim Dokja to
stick out more. To look more... different.
Not to mention Dokja clearly had an attitude. The first words that spouted out of his mouth were
meant to provoke Jonghyuk on purpose, and he wasn't going to let it get to him.
Jonghyuk grumbled to himself quietly, staring down at the knuckles of his hands. "I can't
believe an annoying kid like him is right under me..."
Dokja heard Jonghyuk as he spoke these words, but decided to stay silent. He wanted nothing more
than to avoid a conversation with Jonghyuk as much as possible.
Why did I have to get stuck with him out of all people? He's literally an average playboy who
enjoys leading girls on and rejecting their feelings when the time comes.
And as if the two were sharing the same mind— Their thoughts echoed:
He's annoying.
For the rest of the period Dokja really tried to focus on his work— he really did.
But Jonghyuk would

not.
stop.
staring at him.
Dokja squirmed slightly in his seat, visibly uncomfortable as he practically felt the man's dark
irises eyeing every inch of his body and digging underneath his flesh and bones. It was terrifying,
and Dokja was praying that he would eventually stop and find someone else to stare at.
Why the fuck can't he just do his work like a normal student? Why does he have to bother me of all
people?
Those were questions that Dokja would probably never get an answer to.
And after another 2 minutes passed of Jonghyuk staring into the pits of Dokja's soul, he finally
decided to take matters into his own hands.
"Will you stop staring at me, you creep? If this is some kind of weird method you're using to try
and scare me, it isn't working." Of course, that was partially a lie. Jonghyuk staring at him without
giving him a chance to breathe was creepy as hell— but he wasn't going to admit to Jonghyuk that it
was bothering him even the slightest.
Jonghyuk slowly blinked, his expression seemingly lost at first. It took him a moment before he
finally parted his lips and spoke. "...What did you call me?"
"What, are you deaf too? I called you a creep." Dokja repeated firmly. "You've been staring at me
for the entire period. Don't you have anything better to do with your life?"
And much to Dokja's surprise, Jonghyuk simply stayed silent, turned the opposite direction, and
didn't bother moving for the rest of the class period.
...Weird.
+++
After class was finally over, Dokja didn't want to even give Jonghyuk the chance to look at him
any longer than he already has. So he quickly stood up from his chair, snatched his bag, and bolted
out the door without sparing a glance behind his back.
Jonghyuk's gaze was absolutely suffocating.
Even after he had turned away and miraculously listened to Dokja, he could still feel the man's
dark irises digging into his insides like knives. Dokja wanted nothing more than to run away in that
moment and tear his hair out of his skull.
If Jonghyuk's gaze was able to make him that wary, Dokja could only imagine what making eye
contact with the man would feel like. He shivered unintentionally. It's probably like falling into a
dark and cold pit that you can't ever come out of.
He quickly paused his own thoughts.
"Wait no, that sounded like a cheesey pick up line. Gross." Dokja pretended to gag, pressing his
fist to his chest in disgust. "How the hell does that bastard even pull anyone? Does he stare into
their soul until they collapse to their knees? Girls are scary as hell for liking that type of thing."
Dokja continued to ponder this topic, wondering how Jonghyuk could pull a girl— but Dokja
himself couldn't.
"It's probably because of his looks." Dokja grumbled. But the more he thought about it, the more
he realized he didn't even get a good look at Jonghyuk at all.
Good.
At least now I won't have to worry about seeing him in my nightmares.
Dokja slowed his steps to a stop and leaned against the wall, tapping his fingers lightly against it.
He was waiting patiently for Sooyoung to come out the door to they could walk to lunch together.
He desperately needed her help to distract himself from what happened last class.
And somehow, just as he looked back to check if anyone had exited the classroom door—
Jonghyuk turned the corner, their eyes locking with one another.
Dokja felt a shiver run down his spine and down to the pit of his stomach.
Chapter End Notes
WHATTTT? Another chapter updated in less than a week? I'm so proud of myself Fr.
Ty guys for readingggg I hope you liked the chapter
I haven't been leaving any cliffhangers recently. I should probably do that soon just to
mess with you guys lmao
Dokja sat silently in his seat, doodling lines and circles around the sheet of paper before him.
He considered himself lucky for being able to read one's true nature just by simply looking at
them. It always made it easier for him to avoid being around the groups of students that would
cause drama and unwanted attention. But ever since him and Jonghyuk had disappointingly made
eye contact the day before—
He wished he wasn't blessed with such a skill.
There was... something about Jonghyuk that made Dokja's skin prickle uncomfortably. He just
didn't know what it could possibly be. Everyone clearly loved the man— both for his looks and his
intelligence. And it didn't seem like he was the type of person to go around beating people up or
causing any sort of trouble.
All Dokja knew was that he should stay away from Jonghyuk as much as possible. He trusted his
senses— They had never been wrong about anyone before.
The only reason why he was hesitant on avoiding the man completely was because this case
was slightly different.
The people he had been wary of before had almost immediately done something the next day or
within the next few hours that would have proved his suspicions right.
Jonghyuk on the other hand...
The only odd thing that he has done was stare at him for a couple of minutes and proceed to ignore
him for the rest of the class period.
I guess I'll have to wait and see what happens.
Dokja looked over at Jonghyuk from the corner of his eye as he pondered this topic, watching his
large hands grip onto the wood of his pencil and scatter down a list of notes.
Wait, notes?!
Dokja cursed to himself when he realized he had gotten distracted during class over thinking
about Yoo Jonghyuk of all people. Is this what happens to girls whenever they think about
him? Dokja mentally gagged before glancing up at the board to see what he was supposed to be
writing. His heart dropped when he saw that the teacher had already erased the notes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He whispered loudly, earning a glare from the teacher along with a raised
eyebrow from the man beside him.
"What is it?" Jonghyuk asked quietly.
"None of your business." Dokja quickly snapped back. The last thing he wanted to do was rely on
Jonghyuk and ask if he could take a look at his notes.
"...Alright."
God, he wanted to bitch-slap Dokja across the face so badly.
+++
The next day was the same as before.
Silence.
A glance every now and then.
The rustling of papers.
The only thing that was new was the irritating sound of Dokja tapping his pencil against the
desk nonstop.
Jonghyuk already knew the reason why Dokja had suddenly developed this habit— He just wanted
to ask Jonghyuk a question. So why wouldn't he just fucking ask it already instead of annoying him
during class even further? Jonghyuk realized he would most likely never come to understand Kim
Dokja and his actions.
The teacher eventually stood up in front of the class, clasping his hands together. Jonghyuk had an
idea of what he was about to announce. "Alright guys, we're finally going to get started on a group
project! Who's excited?"
The room stayed silent.
"Why does this class always have to make things so awkward..." The teacher grumbled to himself
quielty. "Anyway, the project is basically anything you guys wanna come up with. To get full
points you have to make a poster about your project and show your research, obviously." He
coughed before continuing, "I made it easy so you guys can enjoy your spring break. Your partner
will be the one sitting beside you, so make sure to get to know them well."
Dokja and Jonghyuk immediately glanced over at one another, seemingly sharing the same
thought. He wants me to enjoy my spring break?
He just fucking ruined it.
After the devastating announcement, they sat in silence. Jonghyuk decided to be the first to break
it.
"Give me your number."
"What?"
Jonghyuk looked at Dokja with an irritated expression, "What, are you deaf?" He whispered
mockingly, "I said give me your number."
This fucker... Dokja rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. He made sure to look away
from Jonghyuk just enough so they wouldn't make eye contact. "Why the hell would I do that?"
"We have to do the project over spring break. How else are we supposed to keep in contact with
each other and get it done?"
"Ah..." Dokja felt dumb in that moment, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. "Alright, just type
your number in. I'll text you afterwards so you can save mine." He hesitantly reached into his back
pocket and pulled out his phone, handing it over to Jonghyuk. He flinched unintentionally when
Jonghyuk's fingers brushed against his own, mentally cursing himself for doing so.
It wasn't his fault that Jonghyuk's hands were colder than fucking ice.
Jonghyuk noticed his sudden movement and chuckled dryly, clearly amused.
When he finally finished and gave Dokja his phone back, he couldn't help but try and sneak a
closer look at the shorter man's features.
As Dokja looked down to inspect his phone, Jonghyuk found himself watching closely-- and he
was surprised to find that Dokja had.... really long eyelashes. So long that they looked like a thick
cape of curled black pressed flush against his pale skin whenever he blinked. He was also quick to
notice that Dokja's skin was absolutely unblemished, with no signs of recent acne or even visible
pores.
I wonder... how soft his skin would feel...
Jonghyuk quickly sat up in his seat when he found himself involuntarily leaning closer to the
shorter male just to get a closer look at his face.
That's when he knew that something was utterly, horribly wrong with him.. Jonghyuk has never
done this to anyone before, so why is it suddenly happening now, with a man-- with Kim Dokja?
Jonghyuk hated it. He hated that he was making such bold actions over this sassy brat.
Yet there was a part of him that wondered how Dokja would react if he did more.
Chapter Notes
TY TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ THIS, IT MEANS A LOT THAT U GUYS

ACTUALLY FIND THIS INTERESTING <3
There's no warnings needed for this chapter.
Kim Dokja stared at the screen of his phone and scanned his eyes over Jonghyuk's name over and
over again, biting at the inside of his cheek. Should I ask him what time we should meet to start the
project? Or should I wait a little longer? He paused in his tracks right outside of the school gym.
Dokja quickly tapped the editing button at the top corner of Jonghyuk's contact information,
changing the name to something more suitable to Dokja's eyes.
He still could not believe that he had Yoo Jonghyuk's fucking contact information. Yes, they had to
talk to each other over spring break somehow in order to do the project they were assigned, but it
was still incredibly odd.
There had been many rumors about Jonghyuk's rude behavior when it came to asking for his
number or even when someone asked a small meaningless question such as, 'What's your favorite
food?'. If someone wanted his number to keep in contact for a project, he would refuse and give
that person his email instead–- which he almost never checked according to the girl he overheard
complaining about it.
"I was emailing him all the time to see if I could get closer to him! But he just ignored all of them
and only answered the ones that were related to the work we were doing..." The girl let out a
frustrated huff.
At the time Dokja desperately wanted to tell her that maybe, just maybe Yoo Jonghyuk was getting
annoyed at the fact that she was constantly pushing to get information about him.
Of course, he decided to not do anything and keep his mouth shut. If he had, he would have been
openly admitting that he was eavesdropping on their conversation and that definitely wouldn't
leave a very good impression on him.
Dokja feels his phone vibrate within his fingers, lifting the device up and glancing down at the
screen.
You have received a new message from [Playboy Bastard] !
He feels his heart sink down to his stomach. There was a very large percentage of Dokja that had
prayed Jonghyuk wouldnt message him for the rest of the day. He wasn't surprised to see that his
prayer was left unheard.
Dokja hesitantly opens the message, fairly tempted to leave Jonghyuk on delivered and lie about
his phone being dead the next day. But he knew that the taller male wasn't stupid enough to fall for
that ridiculous excuse.
Playboy Bastard
Do you have time to meet up after clubs are over?
We should start searching up some ideas so we have some sort of plan on what we should do the
project on.
Dokja's hands shook as he began to tap his thumbs against the smooth screen of his phone. He was
desperate to come up with an excuse.
+++
Yoo Jonghyuk raised an eyebrow at the message Dokja sent.
Brat
Can't today.
Meeting with a friend.

Jonghyuk tilted his head up from where he sat on the bleachers within the gym, a curious look
etching his features.
He has friends?
He had to admit that it was surprising considering Dokja's incredibly annoying personality. But
what was bothering him the most was the fact that Dokja had said no to him and decided to
continue on with whatever he had originally wanted to do after school.
Usually anyone that Jonghyuk would ask to meet up with-- whether it be a man or a woman--
would immediately reply yes and cancel any plans they had just so they could be around him.
So the fact that Dokja was the only exception made his blood boil with annoyance.
Why can't he just be like everyone else?
"Dokja, pleaseeee!"
Jonghyuk quickly snapped his head towards the direction of the voice that had just spoken aloud. It
was... Han Sooyoung. If he could remember her name correctly.
"Spar with me! You're the only challenging one around here. Everyone else sucks at fencing."
Jonghyuk found his eyes trailing down to where her hands were placed, gripping onto Dokja's
shoulders and shaking him back and fourth like a child.
...He lets her grab at him like that but when we barely touch fingers, he flinches away from me?
His dark eyes narrowed.

Any woman Jonghyuk came close to would have found any opening possible to lay their hands on
him, yet Kim Dokja was the complete opposite-- finding every way possible to avoid physical
contact with him.
But Kim Dokja isn't a woman.
He's a man, of course he wouldn't want to lay a hand on me all the time.
Yoo Jonghyuk slapped a hand over his forehead, earning looks of confusion from the people sitting
around him.
Did he really just view Dokja as a woman--?
Sure, Kim Dokja had flawless skin along with beautifully long eyelashes and...
Jonghyuk caught his line of sight angling downwards over the shorter male's body and quickly
turned his head away.
I need to think of something else.
And as if on cue-- soft giggles erupted from behind him, tickling at the nape of his neck. A pale
hand reached over and tapped his shoulder, coaxing him to turn around and see who had done the
action.
"You're... Yoo Jonghyuk, right?"
He knew that Kim Dokja wasn't exactly someone who stuck out of the crowd. He was a average-
looking man with average-looking features. But as he turned around to face the man who had taped
him on the shoulder...
It was as if he was looking at Kim Dokja's reflection.
Jonghyuk found himself looking closer at the stranger's features, his eyes narrowing slightly.
His hair was about an inch or two shorter than Dokja's. His jaw was more defined, and his eyes
were closer to a deep shade of brown instead of black.
...No.
They look nothing like him at all.
"Why are you by yourself? Wanna come sit with us?" The stranger tilted his head and put on a soft
smile-- but Jonghyuk had already seen hundreds of faces do this exact same thing over and over
again, and only became irritated at the sight.
I̶ ̶w̶o̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶D̶o̶k̶j̶a̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶m̶i̶l̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶.̶
No I don't want to sit next to you. Yoo Jonghyuk desperately wanted to say to them, but he forced
his mouth to stay shut.
He needed to use them as a distraction.

“Trapped In The Past” Ep. 6
Chapter Notes
I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long— I was busy but now I have some extra time to
continue writing <3
Thank youuuu for the kudos and comments, it makes me happy to know that you guys
are actually interested in this
Enjoy the next chapter
"Jonghyuk."
"Yes?"
"Are you sure you're okay? You keep spacing out."
"I'm..." Jonghyuk glanced down at the hand that was rested against his thigh, holding back the
grunt of disgust begging to escape his lips. "I'm fine. Just tired."
I've been thinking so much that I already forgot what this bastards name was.
"If you want we can..."
"Ah, There you are Jonghyuk!"
Lord have mercy. Since when was Jihye Lee in fencing club? Jonghyuk felt Dokja's doppelganger
quickly snatch their hand away as he turned to face the girl running towards him. He didn't like the
grin that was plastered on her face...
"Go and duel Dokja! You like him, right? This is your chance to impress him!"
Yoo Jonghyuk had never wanted to stab and blow up what remained of Jihye's body so much in his
entire life. His dark eyes quickly scanned the room to see whether Kim Dokja had heard and he was
relieved to see he was still casually sparring with Han Sooyoung.
The students he was sitting with, on the other hand, had clearly heard what nonsense had spouted
out of Jihye's mouth.
"Isn't Dokja the guy down there with Sooyoung?"
"Do you think he was the one Jonghyuk was watching?"
"I didn't think Yoo Joonghyuk was into men..."
"Jihye Lee... You're a dead woman."
He quickly stood up from his seat, grabbing her from the forearm and dragging her down the
bleachers to find a more secluded area to "chat" with her.
Jonghyuk's irritation only grew further when someone yelled from across the gym—
"I support you, Yoo Jonghyuk!"
Sometimes I wish Jihye would just think before she speaks.
"If you don't fix this misunderstanding... I swear I'm going to throw you off the roof of the school
and dump your body into the sea."
+++
"I think that's enough for today Sooyoung. We go home in 10 minutes already..." Dokja glanced
back at the bleachers where Jonghyuk was sitting and saw a strange scene play before him.
Jihye Lee was bowing to three students frantically with Jonghyuk standing directly behind her, a
threateningly tight grip on the back of her shirt.
I really wonder how those two even managed to get close to each other. I feel bad that she got
stuck with a guy like him.
And when his line of sight faltered ever so slightly— he made eye-contact with someone.
Someone who looked.... strangely similar to him.
Their eyes narrowed slightly after a second or two of silence and Dokja quickly looked away,
embarrassed with himself for keeping eye-contact for such a long time.
...Why were they staring at me like that?
Dokja's thoughts and senses were practically going haywire. Something didn't feel right.
He flinched when Sooyoung suddenly began to speak again, yanking him back into reality.
"Sooo, are you riding home with Jonghyuk?"
"Wait, what?"
"You guys have a project to work on together, right? And he has a car..."
Fuck, he had completely forgotten about that.
"No! I don't want to spend another second of the day near him." Dokja quickly grabbed Sooyoung
by the shoulders, staring directly into her eyes. "If he asks tomorrow, please say I went over to your
house to hang out. I might have lied to him about being busy after clubs so I wouldn't have to talk to
him."
"Is that so?"
Kim Dokja turned around to face the owner of the voice and immediately felt like he was going to
shit bricks.
He was face to face with a rather unamused Yoo Jonghyuk.
"Ah, what? Did I say something about lying? I don't remember saying that, right Sooyoung?" He
let out an awkward chuckle before nudging her on the side, praying that she would play along.
"Ooooh, yeah." Sooyoung said with a little more enthusiasm than Dokja would have liked. "Me
and my bestie Dokja were going to hang out at an arcade after this. You don't mind, do you?"
"...I'll just come with you then." Jonghyuk crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the shorter
man in front of him. "We might as well come up with a few ideas while we're over there."
"You..." Dokja desperately wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he knew damn well anything he said
wouldn't be enough to get rid of him. "Alright." He said dryly. "But we're taking your car so we
don't have to pay for a bus."
+++
The arcade was absolutely packed when they first arrived. It was a miracle they managed to pay
for their cards and fill it up with chips to play. Now the only problem was getting to the games they
wanted to play.
Other than that, it was actually interesting to see Kim Dokja in such a place— to see him having
fun.
He was a completely different person.
It's nice to see him laugh, Even if the only person he's really laughing with is Han Sooyoung...
Jonghyuk clenched his teeth and forced himself to rearrange his thoughts.
No, Its anything but nice. Maybe coming here was a bad idea... I should have stayed over there
and distracted myself with Jihye and those other students.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Kim Dokja's voice.
"Wait, you have to try this one Jonghyuk."
The taller male let out a grunt of surprise when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist to drag him
towards a large glass tube.
"It blows tickets at you and you have to catch them. Since you're the biggest I think you should do
it. Sooyoung can't catch anything with her tiny arms."
"Hey!"
Jonghyuk pursed his lips before hesitantly stepping inside. "This is going to ruin my hair..."
"Nobody cares about your hair! Just do it." And much to his surprise, Dokja reached a hand
forward to ruffle his dark locks before pushing him inside and closing the tube.
He wasn't given any time to react before wind started to blow violently all over his body and face.
Yoo Jonghyuk stepped out of the tube with one singular ticket and a pair of dried eyeballs.
He then glanced over at Dokja who was now restraining his laughs— with Sooyoung's arm
wrapped around Dokja's back, bending over and cackling hysterically.
Jonghyuk felt the corner of his mouth twitch.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
Dokja gasped before pressing the palm of his hand over his chest, a hurt expression plastered on
his face. "How dare you assume such a thing? I would never do this on purpose!"
Jonghyuk finally allows his lips to form a smile.

I knew shouldn't have come.
Chapter End Notes
Sorry if the chapter was slightly boring, buttt it takes a little time to get the interesting
part (don’t worry we’re getting there)
“Trapped In The Past” Ep. 7
Chapter Notes
Two chapters updated in one week? What?!
Anyway, this chapter is much longer than all the other one’s I’ve written— and for a
good reason (I think)
Enjoyyy
WARNINGS
Smut (towards the end of the chapter)
"You sure you can take him home?"
Jonghyuk nodded slowly towards Han Sooyoung as she stood up from the booth they were sitting
at. "You should go and catch a bus. I'm going to let him sleep for a bit longer."
Sooyoung waved at him before walking off towards the exit. "Alright. I'll see you around."
Jonghyuk didn't catch her eyes narrowing right as she stepped out the door.
It was already midnight at the arcade much to Jonghyuk's surprise. He definitely didn't think he
would stay up this late having fun with Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung of all people.
"Mmmgh..."
He glanced down at the slim figure fast asleep against his shoulder.
How the hell did Dokja even manage to fall asleep so quickly?
One second they were eating pizza— and then the next thing they know, Kim Dokja is collapsed
against Jonghyuk as if he had just been knocked out by a gust of wind.
They didn't even order any alcohol for fucks sake— So it's not like he had gotten drunk. (Not that
they were old enough to, anyway.)
Whenever Jonghyuk tried to hang out with a group of students, most of the girls would do this kind
of thing on purpose and pretend to fall asleep against him. He absolutely despised it with a burning
passion. So naturally, he would "accidentally" move his arm the wrong way and make them bang
their head against any solid surface nearby.
But for some horribly odd reason, Yoo Jonghyuk was forcing his body to ignore the strain of his
muscles and stay absolutely frozen in place.
And the more he pondered his actions the more he realized—
Some part of him wanted Kim Dokja to stay fast asleep against his shoulder for as long as possible.
He wanted to feel the warmth of Dokja's body pressed against his own.
...What is wrong with me?
Why do I keep having these thoughts?
I've only known him for a few days, so why...?
Jonghyuk stared at the shorter man's pale face, eyeing his plump lips and long lashes curiously.
And the next thing he knows his own lips are firmly planted against Dokja's and he can't— no,
he doesn't want to pull away. In that very moment all Jonghyuk can feel is the calming aura of bliss
and quiet.
This... Jonghyuk's thoughts hummed.
What are...
He slowly blinks his eyes open and a wave of reality crashes onto him.
What are you doing.
What are you doing.
what are you doing.
What the fuck are you doing?
Jonghyuk quickly jerks his entire body away from Dokja, turning away and swiping the sleeve of
his school uniform against his lips until they were rubbed red and raw.
What the hell did I just do?
And at the same exact time— Dokja's head lolls to the side from Jonghyuk's sudden movement and
slams against the table, forcing him to wake up from his beauty sleep with an incredibly startled
expression.
"Ow, What the fuck!"
Dokja reaches a hand up to massage the side of his head and glares over at the taller man sitting
beside him. "You didn't have to wake me up by smashing my forehead onto the table! Why didn't
you just wake me up like a normal person would?" He winces at the ache beginning to build up
against his skull.
Jonghyuk eventually turned to face Dokja, raising an eyebrow and successfully putting on an act of
confusion. "Everything I tried wouldn't wake you up, so I did what I had to."
...He doesn't know what happened.
Good.
"Hey, why are your lips so red?"

"They were... itchy." Jonghyuk pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips, pretending to scratch them
gently and play along with his lie.
And when he got home couldn't sleep let alone shut his eyes for even a second.
Why did I do that?
Why did I do that?
Why did I do that?
"I really need... a distraction."
+++
Yoo Jonghyuk was a mess the next day at school, but that didn't make him any less attractive to the
students around him.
His hair was slightly more unkempt, his eyelids were drooped along with a new pair of eye bags,
and his dark-colored irises somehow managed to become an even deeper shade of black than
before. It almost seemed as if he hadn't gotten any sleep in an entire month— not just one day.
But he didn't know what to do.
He couldn't stop thinking about what he did the night before, and It was bothering him deeply.
Why would I do that?
I probably just did it to test it out... but it was stupid and reckless.
Lee Jihye's voice replayed in his thoughts.
"You like him, right?"
No, I didn't do it because I like him.

I don't like him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate everything about him.
"Kim Dokja! We're over here!"
Yoo Jonghyuk fought the urge to turn his head around and search for the voice that called out the
irritatingly familiar name. He felt his teeth grind together as he sat alone in the courtyard.
That didn't sound like Han Sooyoung.
Who else does he talk to?
Stop it.
Why does it matter who he socializes with?
You don't care.
You don't care.
You don't care.
But it happened again while he was on his way to his second class.
"Wowww, you're so smart Dokja! Why haven't I asked for help from you before?"
Another woman.
A different voice this time.
Since when was Kim Dokja so popular?
Or has he always been and i just didn't notice until now?
...Why does it matter?
And it eventually happened again...
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
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How many fucking times...
Have I heard his name today?
Why does it have to be like this on the day before spring break?
And as Yoo Jonghyuk walked past the student rankings board after lunch, he didn't even bother to
spare a glance at the names listed.
Because he knew damn well Kim Dokja's would be right beneath his.
He kept his head low and continued on towards his next class, a feeling of dread and annoyance
scratching at the top of his skin.
Of course it's the one where we sit right next to each other.
+++
"Yoo Jonghyuk."
"Yoo Jonghyuk, look at me."
Silence, with the occasional heavy breathing coming from the taller man beside Dokja.
"Weren't you the one who desperately wanted to work on the project last night? We have a free
period right now, so we should think of something to start with." Dokja furrowed his brows with
annoyance when the larger man continued to show no signs of speaking or even sparing a glance at
him for that matter
Why is he being so stubborn today? I thought we got a little more comfortable with each other
after going to the arcade yesterday.
He clearly thought wrong.
But Dokja would rather bicker with Jonghyuk than be completely ignored by him— especially
since he was actually trying to get some work done.
This is why I hate group projects. I wish I didn't have to be paired up with him.
But something didn't feel right the more he thought about it. Sure, Yoo Jonghyuk most likely hated
him and didn't enjoy talking to him that much but he's never avoided eye-contact with him before
— and he definitely never ignored Dokja and his comments to this extent.
So If Yoo Jonghyuk was behaving this way, it was for a good reason right? He was most
likely irritated by something that happened earlier in the day, and Dokja definitely didn't want to be
the one who tested how the taller male behaved when he was angry.
So he decided to let him be.

+++
I can't look at him.
Yoo Jonghyuk repeated the same thought in his head over and over again as he sat quietly in his
seat all the way until the bell rang for the next class— which was thankfully his free period to go
home early and do whatever the hell he wanted.
But he's never been so desperate before in his entire life.
He's never wanted to think about or hear or even see someone else this badly.
A distraction.
That's what he needs.
A distraction.
But who or what?
And how?
"Yoo Jonghyuk...? Are you okay?"
He glanced up to see whose voice it had belonged to.
Yes, this is perfect.
Jonghyuk wasn't exactly sure what he wanted anymore— he just needed something, anything to
stop him from thinking about Kim Dokja. He didn't know what he wanted to say, but the words
rolled off of his tongue so smoothly that he didn't even try to stop them from coming out.
"Do you..."
+++
"...A-ah! Yoo J-Jonghyuk...!"
...Why am I doing this again?
"Faster, f-faster!"
Yoo Jonghyuk gritted his teeth as he increased the pace of his thrusts and dug his nails into the
hips bent over in front of him. Jonghyuk more than anyone had never planned on having sex with a
man— never. Yet here he was, shamelessly moaning and fucking an absolute stranger that he had
only met once on the bleachers during fencing club.
"...You like it there?"
"Mmgh yes...! K-keep hitting that spot— ahh!"
I wonder...
How would Dokja's voice sound if I did this to him?
"Ahh Yoo Jonghyuk...! it f-feels so good...!"
No.
Stop it.
Forget about him.

Forget about him.
Forget about him.
You hate him more than anyone.
But If the whole point of this was to forget about Kim Dokja... why did he agree to have sex with
the one person who almost looked exactly like him? Let alone have sex with a man instead of a
woman.
A̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶m̶a̶g̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶K̶i̶m̶ ̶D̶o̶k̶j̶a̶ ̶m̶o̶a̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶g̶g̶i̶n̶g̶ f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶d̶i̶c̶k̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶t̶e̶a̶d̶.̶
Jonghyuk eventually slowed his thrusts to a stop and stared at the boy underneath him, a hint of
disappointment splattered on his seemingly bored expression. His eyes narrowed.
What was his name again...? Joon?
Why couldn't it be...
He interrupted his own thoughts with a dry chuckle.
It was no use.
No matter what he thought of, it always led back to Kim Dokja.
So for once, Jonghyuk finally let the dark thoughts that he had kept locked away run free.
I want...
I want to feel his warmth again.
I want to see what kind of expressions he's capable of making... other than the usual irritated one
he always gives me.
Would Dokja let me touch him like this? Would he beg for me to fuck him faster?
Jonghyuk pursed his lips together.
...No, Dokja more than anyone would never beg me to have sex with him.
But If I approached him... He would resist, wouldn't he?
The boy (Joon?) suddenly reached a hand forward to run his fingers through the taller man's hair, a
slight frown upon his lips. "Why'd you stop? Do you wanna try something else?"
Yoo Jonghyuk parted his lips.
No.
Don't say it.
"...Can you..."
He knew this was sick— he knew that this kind of thing to ask was wrong on so many levels.
Especially when he knew he was only asking for such a thing because he wanted a reaction that
imitated Kim Dokja.
"Beg me to stop instead...?"

“Trapped in the past” - Ep. 08
Chapter Notes
IM FINALLY ALIVE
I’m sorry this took so long to updateeee rhggfjdhsh
WARNINGS
Jonghyuk being a simp.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Di—
"Who the fuck is texting me this early on the first day of spring break?"
Kim Dokja groaned as he reached an arm over to his nightstand and snatched his phone to take a
look at it.
And much to his surprise, he was receiving messages from the last person he expected.
Playboy Bastard
3:48 AM
We need to work on this project and be done with it already. Text me when you see this.
4:59 AM
Why aren't you answering me? Are you still asleep?
5:25 AM
I'm losing patience Kim Dokja...
5:26 AM
...Kim Dokja.
Dokja
Dokja
Dokja.
Dokja
Dokaj
*Dojaya
* Dokha
*DOZKAJAJAK
Now
...
*Dokja
Dokja ran a hand through his hair and let out a small laugh at Jonghyuk's spelling mistakes. Who
knew the playboy was capable of spelling his name wrong? Dokja leaned back against his pillow
and began typing, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
You
Go back to sleep and maybe you'll actually be able to spell my name correctly.
Playboy Bastard
...Took you long enough. Why do you wake up so late?
You
What the fuck are you talking about? It's not even 6 AM yet???
Playboy Bastard
That's late. I usually wake up around 3 AM everyday.
You
Ohhhh No wonder you have wrinkles under your eyes!
It really adds a nice touch of "sleep deprivation" to your physique.
Playboy bastard
...
Fuck yiu.
You
Who's yiu?
Never heard of them.
They sound very fuckable though.
Dokja was practically cackling now, punching his fist into the pillow beside him. He could never
get bored of teasing Yoo Jonghyuk and he was actually starting to think that maybe getting his
number wasn't so bad after all.
But he began to regret his actions ever so slightly when Yoo Jonghyuk didn't respond to his last
message.
Dokja quickly typed something up, silently hoping he didn't say something weird to scare
Jonghyuk off.
You
Anyway, about the project.
You want to meet somewhere or...?
Dokja was surprised when Yoo Jonghyuk responded immediately to that.
Playboy Bastard
Yes.
How about my place?
+++
"You didn't tell me you were rich..." Dokja mumbled under his breath as he walked through the
door of Jonghyuk's incredibly massive house.
"You never asked."

"Well to be honest, I don't really care about your life which is the reason why I never asked in the
first place."
Yoo Jonghyuk's expression seemed to shift at the sound of these words. For just a moment he
looked more... irritated? Disappointed? Sad?
Kim Dokja then realized it was nearly impossible for him to read the looks that flashed on
Jonghyuk's face— but he didn't want to spend the next 5 minutes trying to figure him out, so he
decided to ignore it.
"So..." Jonghyuk started, breaking the silence. "Do you have any ideas on what the topic should
be?"
Dokja frowned up at him. "If I had any ideas I think I would have told you already."
"Right..."
Yoo Jonghyuk became quiet once again, and the two of them continued to stand awkwardly in the
center of the living room.
And after a little more than a minute of studying the other's silent form closely, Kim Dokja finally
parted his lips to speak.
"You know... you're really weird."
Yoo Jonghyuk slowly tilted his head over to the shorter man, with yet another unreadable
expression plastered onto his face. "How so?"
"You're just very... disorganized." Dokja noticed Jonghyuk's raised eyebrow before quickly adding,
"Emotionally disorganized! Like one day you're ignoring me at school, and the next you're texting
me at 3 AM. You get what I'm saying?"
Yoo Jonghyuk only stared down at him, his dark eyes narrowing slightly and his expression
molding into something that made Kim Dokja think twice.
And that's when Dokja finally took the time to notice how much smaller he was compared to him.
I knew he was tall but... it feels different this time.

Something started to press at the back of his brain— a thought process or emotion he had never
expected to experience around Yoo Jonghyuk. Especially when Dokja didn't necessarily care
whether he said something rude to the taller male or not.
At least that's what he used to think.
Now he was suddenly worried about whether he pissed Yoo Jonghyuk off or not— he was scared
and more hesitant of his next choice of words after seeing that simple yet expressive look on his
face.
Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.
Dokja, a man who could hold eye-contact with anyone without growing jittery or nervous— was
terrifyingly quick to tear his gaze away from Yoo Jonghyuk. He cleared his throat. "Ah but that's
just— that's just my opinion. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with you, of course. I just... I
um..." He could feel his face grow hotter and hotter with embarrassment by the second.
Why the fuck am I stuttering so much?
Dokja was internally grateful when Yoo Jonghyuk finally decided to say something instead of just
standing there like and idiot and staring at him.
"...It's fine. Let's sit down on the couch."
+++
Yoo Jonghyuk had eventually excused himself and told Dokja to make himself at home while he
went off to "use the restroom."
Of course, that's not what he went to go and do at all.
The moment Jonghyuk entered the hallway and was out of sight, he leaned his back against the
wall and pressed a hand against his lips.
...I made him stutter.
I made him nervous.
I got.
A reaction out of him.
He has never felt so accomplished. He has never felt so... wonderful about something like this
before.
Yoo Jonghyuk tilted his head back until his skull was pressed against the wall, a smile spreading
across his lips.
That means I have a chance, right?
...Don't I?
Chapter End Notes
I kinddddd of tried to express a bit of Yoo Jonghyuk's feelings for Dokja in here. Idk if
I did a god job though.
I tried to make him show his innocent side of "Maybe I have a chance of winning their
heart?" with a tiny little hint of "ok I know I'm crazy and I want that man whimpering
underneath me already."
THANK YOU GUYS SM FOR READING— hopefully this chapter was interesting
enough to make up for my absence <\3
"Image of the Mind" - Ep. 01
Chapter Notes
YAYYY ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE
Sorry this one is a bit short-- buttt It's the first episode of a new part that takes place
back in the present!
Tysm for being patient I love you all <3
"I've stayed completely silent up until now, and I'm pretty sure I've also given you more than
enough time to come up with an explanation." Kim Dokja stood in the center of the room with his
arms crossed, his eyes narrowing expectantly at the woman standing across from him.
Yoo Sangah had brought Dokja over to a nearby hotel to stay for the night in case Yoo Jonghyuk
had tried to intercept them back at his house. He didn't know why he followed her or even bothered
to trust her anymore.
She had let that man near him knowing damn well they had some sort of complicated past together,
and Kim Dokja's mind was flooding with questions.
Why had she let Jonghyuk anywhere near him if he had done something awful to Dokja in the
past? Why would she lie to him all this time about not knowing who he was-- about only visiting
him in the hospital all those years ago out of pity for a "stranger?"
But now he knew that wasn't the reason why she had visited him. Yoo Sangah knew who he was...
And she more than likely knows exactly why he was in that hospital in the first place.
"Just... Please calm down and listen to me--" She tried to speak, but was almost immediately cut
off by his sudden outburst.
"No! You need to tell me what the hell is going on right now." Kim Dokja took few steps back,
pressing a hand against his forehead. "A stranger that I have never met in my entire life just tried to
sexually harass me, started spouting bullshit about how he'll 'make me remember' and he even said
that you knew me in highschool...." He lifted his other hand up to point at Sangah, shaking his
head side to side in a frustrated manner when she only responded with a sympathetic gaze.
"Why am I the only one who's left in the dark? Why didn't you tell me anything about my old
life?" Dokja somehow managed to relax his breathing as he stared at Yoo Sangah, awaiting her
reply. "You knew I had lost my memories when I was in the hospital-- so why didn't you say
anything? Why?"
Yoo Sangah stayed silent for a moment, her mouth opening and closing slightly as if she wanted to
say something, but wouldn't allow herself to actually do it.
"Just..." She hesitantly reached a hand out, carefully grasping Dokja's hands into her own. "Get
some rest, please. I promise I'll tell you everything soon... Just not right now." She didn't bother to
look up at him and only kept her vision glued down to the tiled floor.
Dokja sighed, looking down at their clasped hands before gently pushing hers away. "At least...
answer this question for me."
Sangah nodded her head slightly.
"How did I end up in that hospital...? What happened to me?"
He desperately wanted to know the truth-- he wanted to remember his old life.
But he wasn't surprised when Yoo Sangah stayed silent.
...
I wasn't in my right mind... I shouldn't have went to go see him.
Yoo Jonghyuk paced back and fourth within the dark space of Kim Dokja's apartment, his dark
eyes scanning the room with some sort of false hope that Kim Dokja would magically appear
before him. He already knew they wouldn't be stupid enough to come back here, so he wasn't
surprised to see that nobody was inside of the apartment...
He stopped in his tracks, catching sight of the wooden photo frames displayed on the countertop.
They were all empty.
A blank canvas of memories.
But why...?
Did he not have any photos with anyone worth displaying?
Or perhaps he never knew he even had any.
Did Kim Dokja really forget... everything from before?
He wasn't faking it?
Yoo Joonghyuk felt the darkness of the room drown him in his own thoughts-- in his own
memories of what had happened in their final year of highschool...
Of what he did to Kim Dokja.
Why the fuck did I do that? Why did I hurt him the moment I was alone with him today?
....I did it as if I hadn't done enough to hurt him already.
He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a dry laugh... He was disgusted with himself. He felt
absolutely repulsive that it took him 7 years to realize what he had done wrong.
You are a sick bastard, Yoo Jonghyuk... you really are.
But you can't help it.
You love him so much that you make his life even more miserable without even realizing it.
Yoo Joonghyuk was now crouched down on the floor with his hands pressed against his face.
Where has he been all this time?

Why did he leave me?
Why didn't he say anything?
Why didn't he just tell me what he was feeling all those years ago?
Or was I just so blinded by these sick thoughts that I didn't see how obvious it was...?
He lifted his head from his hands, staring off into the space around him. Yoo Jonghyuk knew he
would have all of his questions answered... because he had already found the solution to
everything.
He hoped.
....I'll find out sooner or later.
I'll find out where he's been...
I'll find out why he had forgotten.
I'll finally understand what he felt in each and every moment we were alone together.
It's almost ready.
It's almost ready....
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And today, an ex-vigilante/massage therapist named Kim Dokja was on it.

TW: HEED THE TAGS THIS IS GONNA BE AN ANGSTY FANFIC

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language <3 [cussing, etc.]

Dokja eventually made it to his work— On time, thankfully.

God clearly threw his prayer in the trash.

Ah, yes. Did he mention that he was a professional massage therapist?

"I'm the 3:30 appointment, Yoo Jonghyuk."

Dokja hesitantly reached out his hand to shake their own.

Have this horrible feeling?

"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kim Dokja."

See the end of the chapter for notes

...Yoo Jonghyuk... Why does that name sound so familiar?

Does it have any special meaning?

Dokja pursed his lips and began to stare off.

Until his client interrupted.

Yoo Jonghyuk stayed silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

The bastard only smiled in response.

"Ladies first." Dokja flashed him the widest smile possible.

And Yoo Jonghyuk's faltered.

"I know what I need to do, so get on with it already."

Then he groaned again.

"Can you shut the fuck up, please?"

Yes. Yes you are, you annoying bastard.

"...Answer me, Dokja."

Even if this bastard attacks me, I should be fine.

I have more than enough experience with hand-to-hand combat.

"You really don't remember me, do you?"

What the hell is this guy even going on about?

"W-wait, what are you— agh!"

"I'll do anything it takes... to make you.... Remember..."

Chapter End Notes

A cliff hanger because why not.

Jonghyuk stayed silent.

...What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Since when was he so weak?

But the look on Jonghyuk's face wasn't pity or regret.

It was a look of excitement.

Dokja pursed his lips and nodded softly.

"You still rely on lies."

And he does the last thing he expected to do.

"PLEASE! SANGAH— SOMEONE CALL THE COPS I'M— Urk!!"

Dokja felt his stomach drop.

But come to think of it...

He can't remember anything that happened in high school at all.

"I always find a way to get the ending that I want."

descriptive threats of Rape

See the end of the chapter for more notes

"I said stop, you disgusting prick..!"

Dokja furrowed his brows and spat on Jonghyuk's cheek.

Dokja tilted his head in the direction of the familiar voice.

Jonghyuk scoffed at the comment."You won't kill me."

His questions would have to wait.

And much to her surprise, he didn't.

Sangah pursed her lips and became lost in thought.

Sangah sighed deeply.

She had never met someone so unfortunate in her entire life.

Chapter End Notes

Part 2 will focus on flashbacks <3

Enjoy the next chapter!

None, just a few cuss words ig.

See the end of the chapter for more notes