One With The Stars And Sky (ORVxMale OC) [BL/Yaoi]

Letter: Dear Dokja-Hyung & Jonghyuk-Hyung (Oneshot: Part 1)

(Dokja and Jonghyuk know that he's transmigrated)

And this is a bit violent and quite sad (to me)

3rd Person POV
This is a letter, written by Yuito Itsuki, to his dear husbands, who have gone out with the rest of the company.

It was all but a dream, of many lives. Yet it felt all too real, to be fake.

When Yuito awoke from that dream, tears were rolling down his cheeks as his heart pounded rapidly.

"Meow?" His kitten nuzzled it's head into his hand, comforting his uneasy heart.

"Meow... I just had one of the most bizzare dreams I've ever had. " He wiped the tears and got up to his table.

" I suppose, Dokja-Hyung and Jonghyuk-Hyung would like to hear of this story. "

He took out a pen from the drawer, and a few pieces of paper.

(Words like this is the letter)

Dear Dokja-Hyung & Jonghyuk-Hyung,

Meeting the two of you and everyone here was already a huge surprise and gift for me, and getting married with you two was a much bigger surprise.

After all, you were all just unrealistic, untouchable characters from a book.

I, had a dream earlier.

Maybe, that was what Celestia meant when she said she made a mistake?

Was I meant to be here?

Or was it the red string of fates that intertwined our souls that brought me here, to this world, where we could meet.

The dream, yes. I was writing about that.

It was... A strange dream, yet had my heart torn and broken.

Now, let me tell you what I had saw in the dream.

The part where there was, Dokja-Hyung and I, Jonghyuk-Hyung and I.

The first story, was with you, Dokja-Hyung, who worked as a farmer. You went through hardships and suffering to survive the cold winters and hot seasons.

Then there was me, who was a child of some wealthy family. Doted on and proud, yet innocent and naive.

We were people of two different countries, and we had never crossed paths in our lives until that fateful day.

My entire family in the dream was slaughtered by their enemies. My mother, a beautiful woman, had cried as she pushed me into this secret compartment in the house which held some money and only a bit of food and water.

I hid there for who knows how long, and when I finally went out, my home was no longer my home.

It was dust and debris, people pointing and talking about my once beautiful, and warm home.

I cried, of course. Bailed my eyes out after I got to some secluded alley with what I had left.

I was not a kid anymore, perhaps 17? And after wasting those tears of sorrow, I had gotten up and decided a fresh start, and to find vengeance.

I then managed to get to your village.

By that time, I was hungry and poor. The me who was once living in the warm abode, protected and doted on was no longer there.

I had become one like a stray.

I reached your doorstep, hoping to ask for some food, yet my vision went black and I fainted on your doorstep.

You were just finished with your day and wanted to rest when you saw me, laying there.

You were shocked, worried that I was dead and took me in after realizing that I was still alive.

You nursed me back to health, and fed me after I woke up.

I didn't want to leave that place anymore. The first tinge of warmth I had felt after being left, alone. In this cruel, cruel world.

After a few months, I couldn't hold it in anymore and cried as I poured everything. Everything to you.

A kind young man who had no parents, no family, and helped me.

You only consoled me and whispered me good nothing's as I wailed.

Then, I couldn't see how long it was, until I confessed my feelings to you.

You excepted them without hesitation and we got married secretly. After all, those times weren't friendly with same sex marriages.

However, the good times never lasted.

It was a cold and rainy night after several years.

The same group of people who had killed my family, realized that I was still alive.

They had tracked me down to our home.

And you, protected me with your life.

I watched in horror as the blade struck right through your chest multiple times and blood, splattered onto the cold ground.

My ears went deaf and my eyes could only watch as you fall onto the floor, mouth still motioning for me to run.

I shouted in horror, anger, and fear, and guilt as I managed to finally gain some strength I never knew I had.

I kicked one of those evil men and snatched his sword.

I went mad.

I fought them to my last breath.

The slices on me increased with every person I killed and as I finished off the last person, I, too, could no longer stand.

I crawled pathetically to you, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I held you once warm and rough hand to my cheek.

"Dokja... I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! If it weren't for me-" I broke down again, words no longer forming.

With my last breath, I pressed our lips together as I hugged you for the last time.

"If there is the next life, I wish that we will be together, once more, as lovers."

A silent tear, and everything went black.

Thus the second story.

As Yuito finished that line, he realized that one whole piece of paper was finished, and there was a single tear stain on the paper.

He blushed as he wiped it off and took a second paper.
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To be continued.

Good night cuties~ 😉

(And also, I really enjoy reading your comments ehe~)