Empty - Kim Dokja angst 《Joongdok》

ˑ༄ؘ۪۫ Chapter 4 ྀ࿐ˊ

A/N:
I'm so sorry for not updating in forever, I'm not a frequent writer and can't really stick to a fixed schedule. I tend to only really write when I feel truly motivated or when I have ideas.
I will do my best from now on to update frequently ♡

Kim Dokja POV

I'm suddenly awaken to the sound of ceramic hitting cold, polished wood, and large hands shaking my shoulders gently.

Yawning, I stretch my arms before rubbing my eyes and looking at Joonghyuk-ah.
"Ah.. im sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep.."

"Dont apologise." He says in an almost threatening tone, it sends shivers down my spine but somehow doesn't seem to scare me. He gives me a small smile, before pointing towards the food on the table.

"Thank you for the food..!" I thank him. I was starting to feel a little lightheaded since I hadn't eaten for around 12-ish hours. Although I can never eat much, I try.

I pick up the plate, inspecting the food.
"This looks delicious! House-husband material for sure!" I grin, sending him a wink, watching as his ears turn bright red. It makes me giggle.

"Show your appreciation by eating it." He responds quietly, picking up his own plate and turning his head.
How cute. Who knew Hyuk-ah would be a tsundere.
I smile to myself, before cutting into the delicious looking food, and taking a bite.

"Oh my god Hyuk-ah! This is- protagonist material." I nod to myself. He would definitely be the protagonist of a novel!

I cut into it again, but noticing something red. I stare at it intensely.

"It's a tomato, it won't hurt you." He smirks. "A picky eater are you?"

"No.. I just.. don't like them." I reply shyly, pushing it towards the side of the plate with my fork. Those disgusting things bring back bad memories of that day, that I wish I could forget.

I remain silent for a while, pushing the food around my plate, and taking small bites every now and then.

Yoo Joonghyuk POV:

Kim Dokja is a fool. We've known eachother for a while now, and he still refuses to tell me anything.

A fool.

He concerns me. I've noticed he doesn't seem to eat much, he goes long periods without eating and when he does its almost like his body refuses to let him eat as much as he needs. And it's taking a toll on his body. Since we've met he's lost weight, and he was already skinny enough.

Just what is wrong with you Kim Dokja..

I watch as he pushes his food around the plate, taking small, tiny bites. Then I notice his sleeves roll up slightly, and the marks on his wrist again. When he puts him plate down I gently grab his hand, and point to his wrists.

"What happened?" He looks at me with those empty black eyes, that although seeming empty, seem to carry the whole galaxy inside them. I can see the way he's holding back tears, the way he bites his lip. That gives me all the answer I need.

He did this to himself.

"We have a cat called Nirvana. Likes to uh, scratch. Doesn't like me much." He says, looking away and scratching the back of his neck. A habit I've learnt he does when be lies.

"Kim Dokja. Please tell me if somethings wrong. Or call me. Please, you fool." I plead, looking at him intensely. Only then do I notice the slight bruise hidden by his bangs. I brush the hair out of his face.