Yall i really need more ideas for this fic H E L P
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The reader and his husband were strolling down the street to pass time. Also to get used to the new surroundings since dokja could get lost easily.
But, y'know, they were both eye-catchers, a sight for sore eyes, so they attracted a lot of attention.
Also there was the fact that they were S-ranks who were benevolent enough to grace the rest of them in their presence, or at least that's what the people on the streets thought.
But what was even more shocking to them was that both these eye-catchers,
Were married.
To each other.
Jonghyuk was minding his own business, Dokja rambling about his novel and he was more than content to listen and occasionally add in his own opinion.
He was aware of the murmuring around them, the envious eyes and girls squealing but chose to ignore it, giving his full attention to the reader.
Until.
He snapped.
You couldn't blame him though, someone was talking shit about his Dokja, lusting over him. Jonghyuk going to just stand there.
The street got 15 degrees colder as Jonghyuk abruptly stopped, causing the street to fall silent and Dokja to look at him inquiringly, and he slowly twisted his head to face the man who dared to speak like that about his reader.
The man seemed to underestimate his power as he smirked. He wasn't B-rank for nothing.
Jonghyuk unleashed a quarter of his status as Transcendent. The people nearby had nosebleeds or fainted.
The man who spoke, whose nose was bleeding, looked at Yoo Jonghyuk with indescribable fear in his eyes. It seemed he realised who had the upper hand here. The man broke out in cold sweat.
Dokja who still didn't get it but could see that Jonghyuk was mad at a man, had leaked a bit of his status to sooth the people around him. Except the man who the protagonist seemed to have a grudge against.
Jonghyuk slowly walked towards the man, hands in his pockets, and leaned down. Eyes colder than when you dip your foot into the pool water and find out it's freezing. Colder than the Antarctic.
"I dare you, to say it again." Power oozed through his voice.
(IM SO SRY HOW DO I GIVE YJH A DIALOGUE THAT HAS MORE THAN 3 WORDS AND ISN'T ABOUT HIM EXPRESSING HIS LOVE FOR KDJ??)
"What, not brave enough now?" The man whimpered.(these dialogues are so trash im sry)
"Another word and I'll end your life this instant."
(I shouldve wrote 'I'll kill you' but that's specially reserved for kdj)
He straightened and turned around, coat flapping in the wind. The man fell on his butt. He'd surely get trauma from this.
Well, whatever. Jonghyuk did not give not only one but two f*cks.
He proceeded to drag a dumbfounded Dokja by the back of his shirt collar home.
When they got home-it was already night time so Biyoo was asleep-Jonghyuk slammed Dokja against a wall. He didn't give him time to process anything and kissed the reader.
Dokja let out a yelp of surprise and he used that opportunity to invade his mouth.
When they broke apart, a silver string of saliva connecting them before it broke, Jonghyuk was frowning and Dokja was breathless and flushed, already looking wrecked.
Before Dokja could regain his breathing and get a word out, he kissed him again and lifted him up by the thighs.
Dokja, losing his footing, had no choice but to wrap his arms and legs around his husband's neck and waist mid-kiss. The protagonist walked them to their room while Dokja flailed and the door clicked ominously behind them.
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Ok so maybe i lied when i said no horknee but its one sentence so i think i'll be fine
(edit: i added more)
Btw biyoo has her own room she just prefers to sleep next to kdj but this time she was sleeping in her own room PLUS kdj and yjh's room is soundproof ;))
I ONCE ASK MY BIG BRAIN READERS FOR SUGGESTIONS IN THE NEXT CHAPTERS PLSS
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!! See you next chap!!
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Fiksi PenggemarKimcom goes worldline hopping and end up in Sung Jinwoo's worldline. Well, what do they do now? Just a random fic i wanted to write on a whim the plot for this is messued up so i'm just going with the flow.