in all forms
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Rating: Not Rated
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
Relationships: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja & Yoo Joonghyuk
Characters: Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk
Additional Tags: Love Language, Switching, Reversible Couple, No Smut, Developing
Relationship
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-05-12 Words: 573 Chapters: 1/1
in all forms
by Anonymous
Summary
He loves him, and not vaguely.
Notes
admittedly i used to have a strong preference for top/bottom for joongdok, but lately i've
become kinda a huge fan of switches, even though i personally still lean towards kdj being a
bottom- but i am getting OBSESSED w the idea of yjh being open to switching now and then
:DD so as my dumb brain will do when it gets too fired up, i decided to write a very vague,
short snippet about it teehee
honestly could be a little ooc cuz it's been a while since i've written these two
im bad at smut so there ain't any here but y'all can use ur imaginations riiightt
.lol
It started off as a joke, meant to be kept as a silent aside in the recesses of Dokja’s mind—but
then Yoo Joonghyuk had taken it seriously, and now it had come to this.
“...”
Dokja could do little more than stare, a little nervously, from where Yoo Joonghyuk was still
patiently waiting for him to make a move, while leaned back against the bed’s headboard
with his shirt unbuttoned but his pants still on. Dark gaze striking. Watching Dokja. Waiting
for him.
Right. If Dokja was leading tonight, then it’d be up to Dokja to set the mood.
Although Dokja loathed to admit it, like he loathed to admit anything that brought to mind
his inadequacies compared to his illustrious and flawless boyfriend (who Dokja admittedly
cared deeply for, but who Dokja still couldn’t help but constantly wonder if Dokja even
deserved to love him, as plain and assuming as Dokja himself was), Dokja found himself a
little on edge. Not because he didn’t want to do this with Yoo Joonghyuk, because honestly,
Dokja had far surpassed the point of humility that was denying his feelings to say anything as
dense as ‘I don’t want this.’ Because no, if it involved Yoo Joonghyuk, then of course Dokja
would be willing to do anything. Dokja would be willing to be the submissive one in their
relationship, and he was willing to play the dominant role as well.
It’s just...well...
Embarrassing though it was to admit this, even to himself, Dokja’s first time had been with
Yoo Joonghyuk. And the other man had led back then. Now it was only their second time,
and Yoo Joonghyuk had—surprisingly enough, considering Dokja hadn’t even thought that
the stubborn sunfish would be so gracious as to immediately agree to Dokja’s jibe that he
should be allowed to top, too, seeing as how both of them were men—relinquished his
usually fastidious control to Dokja.
It was a show of trust Dokja hadn’t expected from the man. And ironically, it was making
Dokja feel even more anxious.
“Kim Dokja,” came that low, deep voice that Dokja had come to unconsciously rely on.
Dokja looked up to find that Yoo Joonghyuk’s gaze hadn’t moved away from him throughout
all this time. Yoo Joonghyuk looked at Dokja as he would look at someone worth loving. For
a moment, Dokja felt the burn of his stare igniting his skin like flame catching on paper, so
scalding and hot that Dokja felt the inexplicable urge to run away from it all.
Instead, Dokja forced all his insecurities deep, deep down, and decided to reciprocate the
display of trust Yoo Joonghyuk had already shown him—by giving back to his lover what his
lover had given to him with preciousness and care. An exchange of love.
“Don’t get too upset with me if I’m so good that I make you cry,” Dokja said with a smirk
that tugged his lips up crookedly, enough to hide his nervousness with the faint electric tingle
Dokja always felt meeting Yoo Joonghyuk’s dark, provocative gaze head-on.
For once, Yoo Joonghyuk’s answering scowl was absent. Instead, the man simply reached a
hand out to caress Dokja’s cheek, scarred fingers trailing down to Dokja’s slender neck,
before Yoo Joonghyuk unexpectedly returned Dokja’s smirk with one of his own. There was
the barest hint of exasperated fondness in his gaze.
“I’d like to see you try, Kim Dokja.”
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