(𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒 - 𝐎𝐑𝐕 × 𝐁𝐁𝐁

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Kim Dokja's eyes stared at the teen in front of him in shock. He was wondering if his eyes were playing with him. 

'W-what the..?' He thought, even in his mind he stuttered. 'How..'

"Sir? Are you okay? Did I hurt you when I bumped into you?!" The teen asked in worry. 

Brown messy hair. Brown-yellowish eyes. Brown attire and cap that wore backwards. A kind and caring person. 

"Sir?" Brown eyes looked at him worrily. 

Finally, he snapped out of his thoughts when a small, gentle hand tapped his shoulder. 

"Sir? Are you okay? Do you hurt somewhere? Do we need to go to the clinic?" The teen's soft voice made him note himself that this is reality. 

"Ah-?" The teenager exhaled a relief sigh when he responded. "Finally! I thought I accidentally hurt you or something-" he cut himself, "Wait- you don't hurt, do you?" 

Regaining his composure, Dokja cleared his throat. "N-no," curse him for stuttering. The brunette furrowed his eyebrow. 

"Are you sure? You look pale," the golden eyes examined him in worry. "Should I take you to the clinic?" Dokja immediately shook his head. 

"No need, I'm fine, really." He reassured, patting the younger on the shoulder. The teen looked hesitated, but nodded his head. 

"Well, I guess I should take my leave." He offered the older man a smile, "Nice to meet you, sir." With that, he left. 

Dokja stared at the figure until it disappeared. His dark eyes wide open, he couldn't believe it. 

"I must've seen things," he mumbled to himself. "Of course I did." 

He definitely didn't talk with a character from TWSA a moment ago. 

Yep, definitely. 

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The next day

Dokja couldn't believe his eyes. He just couldn't. 

"Ah!" A cheerful yet humble voice greeted him. "We meet again, sir." The same golden eyes met his dark ones. 

The teen stood up from his seat in the train and walked towards him. "We didn't get to know each other yesterday. My name is Quake. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself, I need to go back home real quick to cook for my brothers." He reached out his hand, smiling widely. 

Again, the latter was deep in his thoughts. Quake sweatdropped, before calling out for him. 

"Sir-" 

"Dokja." 

"Pardon?" 

"I'm Kim Dokja." The man shook his hand, though he could feel his hand trembled a bit. The teen seemed to notice it too. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dokja." He offered a smile before it turned into a frown. "Are you not feeling well? Your hand is shaking." He asked, concerned. 

'As expected, he's always worried for others even if they're strangers.' Dokja finally calmed down, though his mind still couldn't leave the fact that a character from his favourite web novel is in front of him.