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Yu Junghyeok had a strange dream last night. It was him and Kim Dokja, something . The dream was so peaceful and lifelike, too. The dream had started from waking up in a soft bed, Kim Dokja fitted against his head, Yu Junghyeok's arm used as his own personal pillow. Yu Junghyeok even got a sweet kiss on the cheek, blinking slowly as he woke up.
Kim Dokja had gotten out of the bed first, somehow a busy body even though Yu Junghyeok knew him or be lazy in the mornings. Was today a special day, perhaps? Yu Junghyeok didn't actually know, but he let it pass. Yu Junghyeok rolled onto his back, the mattress dipping slightly. He put his hand over his head as the house filled with the sound of coffee being made and Kim Dokja's pleasant humming filling the air.
Yu Junghyeok could hear the light pattering of feet, most likely belonging to Lee Gilyeong, and Shin Yoosung, and the crazed yelling between the two could be heard. Kim Dokja shushed the both of them immediately just as Yu Junghyeok had gotten out of the bed, walking over to the kitchen to join them all. The scene he was greeted with was domestic if anything. Lee Gilyeong and Shin Yoosung were making faces at each other in a clearly mocking way, Kim Dokja pouring some coffee into a mug then sweetening the fuck out of it.
Yu Junghyeok went over to the kitchen, standing behind Kim Dokja, just... watching. His actions seemed eerie, and Kim Dokja must've noticed it because he turned around, looking at him with a brow arched. "What's got you so grumpy today, Mr. Pro-gamer?" Kim Dokja teased, taking a sip of his coffee, then licking his lips with a relaxed smile. Yu Junghyeok said naught a word, his eyes trained on any kind of movement from Kim Dokja.
Kim Dokja stayed silent for a bit longer, keeping eye contact with Yu Junghyeok until his eyes darted away, his brows pinching together in an awkward motion. "Okay so... you're not talking today, got it." Kim Dokja muttered, brushing past him and going over to the two younger children, scolding them for teasing each other so early in the morning and telling them to get the table set for breakfast.
Yu Junghyeok then decided to test himself by using the most foolproof plan: pinching himself. Yu Junghyeok knew this was a dream. There was no way him and Dokja were together, raising Lee Gilyeong and Shin Yoosung together in some kind of suburban family dynamic.
Yu Junghyeok sucked in a breath, then pinched his forearm as hard as he can. He exhaled, then opened his eyes. Nothing changed. Yu Junghyeok was shooken. Was this really his life? He wondered, pinching his forearm again, making the skin dent with his fingernails. No, this is impossible.
Yu Junghyeok looked up at Kim Dokja, actually looking at him. He didn't have that stupid filter over his face, so he could see those brown eyes, dark bags underneath them with long lashes framing them. Yu Junghyeok furrowed his brows. This... might actually be real.
Kim Dokja tilted his head at Yu Junghyeok. "Are you alright?" He asked, walking over to him and placing a hand on his forehead. "You aren't burning up, so you certainly don't have a fever." He murmured, crossing his arms and biting his lip.
Yu Junghyeok just looked at him, a daze crossing over his mind. This isn't real, this isn't Kim Dokja, Lee Gilyeong and Shin Yoosung don't exist in this timeline. He chanted in his head, his hands curling into fists, his knuckles whitening, veins popping up along his arms.
Yu Junghyeok held onto his head, then stumbled back once, then went to the door in a hurry, Kim Dokja shouting his name. Yu Junghyeok yanked at the door handle, his breathing ragged. The door wouldn't budge. He yanked his fist back, then smashed through the wood of the door, earning loud scream from both of the children.
"Yu Junghyeok?! What the fuck are you doing?!" Kim Dokja screamed, latching onto the arm that was currently not in the door. Yu Junghyeok shook Kim Dokja off.
"This isn't real.." He muttered, pulling out his now bloodied arm, some wood splinters stuck into his arm.He looked through the door, his face draining of colour. He then began to smash through the door again and again, pieces of wood flying everywhere. Kim Dokja was still trying to pull him away from the door, Lee Gilyeong and Shin Yoosung already ran off, not wanting to interfere with Yu Junghyeok's sudden bout of anger.
A flood of red system messages appeared in Yu Junghyeok's face as soon as he ripped the door off of it's hinges, blocking his entire view. Soon, Kim Dokja melted away too, a final scream tearing through the abyss.
[ YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE THE BODIES ON THE GROUND. ]
[ YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE THE BODIES ON THE GROUND. ]
[ YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE THE BODIES ON THE GROUND, YU JUNGHYEOK. ]
Yu Junghyeok then fell through the floor, the ground shattering into many pieces like glass. He fell oh so slowly, his body feeling like a feather drifting to the ground. as he fell slowly, the cracks in the floor grew a spread, and soon enough, limbs started falling. He recognized the sleeves or pieces of fabric on the legs that fell. Yu Junghyeok wanted to scream. He wanted to scream so badly, but he knew he was unable to.
He then landed onto something soft, then felt something curling around him. He sat up abruptly, looking around. He seemed to be on the palm of someones soft hand, their slender fingers curling around him. He inhaled, his breath shuddering as he slowly looked up. He was met with a large Kim Dokja, exactly like the one he saw every single day now. The same scribble drawn across whatever skin should've been visible, the sclera of his eyes the only thing seen behind them.
"Y u Ju n gh ye o k-?" Kim Dokja spoke, his voice almost entirely glitched out in multiple voices. Yu Junghyeok could hear a few women's voices, along with other mens voices. "Ho w di d yo u- p a ss t hou gh the f ou r the w a ll?" Yu Junghyeok furrowed his brows. He had no clue what Kim Dokja was saying. Kim Dokja then started to choke lightly. Yu Junghyeok who was sitting on the palm of Kim Dokja's hands shook him around erratically, almost making him topple off of his hand.
"No, n o, n oo!" Kim Dokja cried out, a static noise seeing itself into Yu Junghyeok's head, making Yu Junghyeok's ears bleed. Yu Junghyeok let out a painted noise, his hand coming up to cover his now bleeding ears. "Yu J un g hy eo k, sa v e m e-!" Kim Dokja cried, before his head was torn off by his own hand. No blood bled out, and instead words poured out, the letters glittering and disappearing into the ether.
Yu Junghyeok then jolted upright, taking a large inhale, his hand unconsciously grabbing his sword as he whipped it out in front of him, nothing making contact with the sharp blade. It was still dusk, it seemed. Yu Junghyeok heaved, his knees moving up as he dropped his head, the hand holding his blade rested against his knees as he caught his breath. Cold hands made contact with his skin, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
Yu Junghyeok tensed up for a moment, before the soft press of deathly cold lips landed against his cheek. "It's only me, Yu Junghyeok," Kim Dokja murmured, his head resting against Yu Junghyeok's shoulder.
"Shit... Kim Dokja, you asshole..." Yu Junghyeok swore under his breath, taking a breath. He could feel Kim Dokja nod against his head, soft hairs ticking his jaw and neck, making him shudder. They stayed like that for the rest of the night. Yu Junghyeok wasn't able to sleep for a while after that.