“I thought I could learn to love you.” Kim Dokja says, trembling in the bare moonlight as he holds the remnants of Unbroken Faith to the delicate column of his neck.
“Give it time, Kim Dokja,” Plotter soothes, “you will, one day.”
—
Kim Dokja shakes his head. He tightens his hold on Unbroken Faith and presses it into his neck—as if such a thing is enough to stop Plotter from moving closer.
“I hate you.” Kim Dokja hisses but it only makes Plotter chuckle with amused fondness. “Nothing will change that.”
—
“My star—“
“No.” Kim Dokja plunges Unbroken Faith into his neck. His blood coats the silver sheen of the blade with the prettiest of red, Plotter thinks, like a cosmic redshift.
“Oh, my dearest star.” Plotter sighs, his kkomas rushing forward to cushion Kim Dokja’s fall. The—
—kkoms bring Kim Dokja forward and leave Unbroken Faith behind.
Kim Dokja is so small in Plotter’s arms, so precious and wondrous. It truly is a shame that he always tries to leave the safety of Plotter’s enbrace for creatures that are better off beneath their heels.
—
“Give it time, Kim Dokja.” Plotter places a hand over Kim Dokja’s wound and gathers the stardust that break away. “You will learn to love me, but perhaps not as much as I love you.”
Plotter will not allow his dearest star to be swallowed by the black hole born from the—
—remnants of his affection for unworthy fools. No, Plotter will continue to reform him into the brightest star in all of the world lines no matter how many times Kim Dokja insists on doing this.
His light will not be snuffed, least of all by his own hand.
—
Kim Dokja’s lashes flutter weakly as the wound on his neck is sealed. There are no words upon his lips, but his eyes are wet.
“Why—“ Kim Dokja sobs, his tears like a cluster of stars.
Plotter kisses him, sweet and gentle as is deserved. “Because you are my beloved star.”
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i want some noona!ysa and dongsaeng!kdj again so!! au where ysa is trying to get out of a blind date, so her friend jhw recommends a smth that could help out—a rent a younger sibling for a day service!! jhw already tried it bcs she was bored and recommends the little brother
she hung out with: kdj ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
“He’s a little odd,” jhw had said, like it’s the best thing to be—and it is, ysa thinks. “You’ll like him for sure!”
Ysa trusts jhw, mostly, so she tries the service a few days before her dreaded blind date and establishes some rapport with
the dongsaeng jhw recommended. Of course, she hopes the date goes relatively alright, but. Well. It’s a good thing she signed up because the man before her is inspiring all sorts of murderous thoughts.
Almost as soon as her text for help is read, kdj storms into the restaurant.
WAIT au where kdj was inspired by yjh’s no-nonsense attitude towards his enemies and decides that kids like his bullies shouldn’t be coddled by society. Rather than fade into the background and try to survive, kdj decides he needs to thrive and attain enough power to save other
kids like him—or at least enough power to punish people who should be. At first he thinks about becoming a teacher, but that position lacks authority. Maybe a policeman? No, he lacks the physique for it.
A judge, kdj decides, he will become a judge who will treat children that
think they can commit adult crimes without facing the consequences.
“Stop.” Kdj cuts into the juvenile offender’s blubbering, spotting the exact moment he decides to start the crocodile tears. “I’ve heard enough.”
“P-pansa-nim?” The boy peeks through his fingers, eyes shiny
joongdok a/b/o au where kdj was about to be beaten up by his bullies on the way home when an alpha in all black and a matching motorcycle helmet beats them off. he’s a big guy, all broad shoulders and muscled arms kdj can see when the alpha drapes his leather jack over him
“You live far from here?” the alpha asks; his voice is a low and smooth timbre beneath the helmet.
“N-no. I live just around the corner.” Kdj responds, surprised still by the jacket over his head. The warmth seeps into him like he’s never known it his entire life.
“Good.” Nodding, the alpha looks over his shoulder to kdj’s bullies laying in a disgraceful sprawl. “Go home. They won’t follow you.”
Kdj’s heart stutters at the words. Bowing, kdj says, “Yes! Thank you so much!”
The last kdj sees of the alpha is him giving a casual wave.
went for a drive today and imagined a no scenarios au of kdj trying to learn how to drive. at first he tries to get yjh to teach him, but yjh is. himself. that means a lot of out of context instructions, hit-and-miss descriptions, expectations that kdj understands what yjh does.
obviously, it doesn’t go well. kdj tries, but each barb makes yjh frustrated and kdj defensive, maybe even self-pitying. it’s horrible, but kdj tries to suck it up bcs yjh is setting aside time to teach him. the least kdj can do is be a good student and get it.
but he doesn’t.
yjh tells him to stop at the side of the road, which he can’t even do right. the car isn’t straight, he almost hit the gutter, and he fumbled shifting from drive to neutral. forgets to put up the hand break, too.
“Stop. Just. Don’t drive. Switch with me,” yjh says. his words are
“Fine. From the moment we get back and I sign these—“ kdj throws the divorce papers against yjh’s chest— “we will have absolutely nothing to do with each other.”
Yjh fixes him with a glare, uncaring of the papers scattering at their feet. Somehow, kdj finds it in himself to
admire how handsome his future ex-husband’s is—has always been.
“What is ours will return to being what is just yours and just mine.” Kdj adjusts his watch: a battered thing he bought with money he earned with his own two hands, not with whatever yjh’s secretary deposits into
the bank account the Yoo family set up for him out of propriety. Whatever is there has remained untouched for years. “It will be like we never married in the first place.”
Kdj turns to leave before yjh can get a word in just as he remembers something.
“You are loved,” yjh insists, voice cracking and desperate as he holds kdj’s face between his palms. “Kim Dokja, do you hear me? You are loved—“
Kdj’s sobs cut off the words. It—his sorrow, his denial, his wavering hope—drowns out the words.
“How—“ kdj shakes his head and holds
yjh’s wrists— “why?”
“Because,” yjh brings their foreheads together—it’s something like a rendition of prayer, “because you fool, I love you.”
“Yoo—“
“I love you.” Yjh reiterates and kdj feels so, so small beneath his calloused fingers. Why, he wonders, does yjh hold him like
a precious treasure? Why does yjh say these words so easily, so assuredly, as if kdj is deserving? “There is nothing in all the worldlines that I more sure of than that.”
Kdj hiccups and shuts his eyes. There is a kiss, feather-light, pressed against each of his eyelids.