My Colleague Keeps Having Lewd Dreams About Me?!

Good day to be a dog.

Kim Dokja looks up through teary eyes at Yoo Joonghyuk. There's a look of concentration on his face as he rocks into Kim Dokja, looking for his sweet spot. Kim Dokja's back arches then, mouth falling open in a silent scream. Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth spreads in a wolfish grin.

"Found it."

There's no mercy after that as he repeatedly pounds into Kim Dokja like a man starved.

He stutters and stammers through pleas of "faster" and "harder, please!" and after some well-positioned thrusts, he comes with a shout, just as Yoo Joonghyuk releases in him.

Kim Dokja wakes up to an empty room and a wet patch on his pajamas.

"What the fuck was that." He must be going crazy. Was Yoo Joonghyuk's horny disease contagious?

There was no way Kim Dokja, a self-proclaimed celibate (read: bitchless) for the 28 years of his life, was now having a horny dream. Of all things. Not only that, Kim Dokja was also maybe a little obsessed with Yoo Joonghyuk. Scratch that, he was very obsessed.

He'd always seek him out in the office, spend his free time going through the meagre amount of interviews he's done, peek into his brain at any chance given, which was not normal for him.

Yoo Joonghyuk had corrupted Kim Dokja's brain in a dangerous manner.

He sighs and rubs his eyes. There was no use thinking about unnecessary things when the unending trap of capitalism was calling out to him yet again on a Saturday. He can't help but wonder though, why Yoo Joonghyuk would be attracted to someone like him.

He looks at himself in the mirror as he gets ready. A decent face, big eyes, pale skin, a thin frame. Completely different from the other man. In fact, Yoo Joonghyuk had an incredibly well-built body. Kim Dokja would have been jealous if he were a lesser man (he is). He smacks himself. What was he even thinking about?

How was he supposed to go on about his day like normal after such a horrendous (-ly sexy) dream?

Right. He needed to work. He'll go to his office and he'll focus on work and forget all about Yoo Joonghyuk and his stupid dreams. He'll go to his office and he'll focus on work and forget all about Yoo Joonghyuk and his stupid dreams. He'll go to his office and he'll focus on work and forget all about—

WHAT THE FUCK WAS YOO JOONGHYUK DOING AT THE OFFICE?

Kim Dokja closes the door to the office. He takes a deep breath and opens it again. Yoo Joonghyuk stares back at him with a questioning look on his face.

He looks up to the ceiling and laughs a little miserably. What a funny joke the universe played on him. The Fates must be giggling and kicking their feet in their wheelchairs.

"Good morning Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi!" he said with the brightest smile he had smiled in 2 weeks.

"Kim Dokja... good morning," Yoo Joonghyuk replies.

"Fancy seeing you here today, Joonghyuk-ssi. There's nobody else at the office today... You're here to write the proposal?" Small talk was good, small talk was easy. Kim Dokja was the best at small talk with a person he just had a wet dream of the night before.

"Yes. Did you know about it?"

Kim Dokja freezes for a second. Did he?

"I did! Yoo Sangah-ssi was talking about the proposal the Accounting Department was preparing." He chuckles nervously as his eyes dart around for an escape. Yoo Joonghyuk hums in reply.

"That reminds me, I actually have to prepare for an important call today. I'll talk to you later, Joonghyuk-ssi." He smiles and speedwalks away, not waiting for a reply from the taller.

~~

Was it because they were the only two in the office today? Yoo Joonghyuk seemed to be much more active with his fantasies. Even though Kim Dokja was not peeking into his brain, he felt as if the sex pheromones would suffocate him, drowning him in sexual tension and misery.

Did Yoo Joonghyuk not have a conscience? How was he supposed to work in these conditions...

His stomach growled. It was already time for lunch but Yoo Joonghyuk did not seem any closer to ending his dreams. Kim Dokja groans. What the hell was this bastard thinking about now?

["Kim Dokja, I've wanted to say this for a long time. I like you. I want to be by your side," Yoo Joonghyuk says evenly, unlike the uneven beating of his heart.

Kim Dokja tilts his head in confusion. "Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi, what...?"

"I like you, Kim Dokja."

The smaller man's lips part open in shock. Wide eyes stare up at Yoo Joonghyuk, and a troubled expression spreads across his face.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can retur-]

Kim Dokja clears his throat loudly. Yoo Joonghyuk whips his head around at the sound.

"It's time for lunch, Joonghyuk-ssi," he taps at the watch on his wrist, "would you like to get something to eat with me?"

"Oh... sure. I'll get ready in a second," he replies. Kim Dokja nods at him and waits patiently.

As they're going down the elevator, Kim Dokja glances at the man standing silently at his side. Was Yoo Joonghyuk not right in the head? Only a crazy person would ever reject him after looking at his face.

He shakes his head to get rid of the intrusive thoughts. Yoo Joonghyuk's baseless insecurities were none of his business, after all.