Yoo Joonghyuk looked horrified. Or perhaps like an owner whose puppy had just chewed their favourite shoes.
"You knew??"
His phone was currently open on the tweet Kim Dokja had sent earlier that day, with the screen sitting infront of him like an accusation. Or like a failed test paper being picked apart by parents.
"Perhaps," he shrugged, now taking a sip from his drink. The bed sheets were still wrapped firmly around his half-naked body, subtly dropping off his shoulders as he drank.
"For how long?"
"Not saying."
Yoo Joonghyuk sighed, pinching dramatically at the bridge of his nose. "How much do you know, then?"
"At least how much you want me to sit on your face~"
"I-"
"I'm down to try it one day."
He tried to hide the bright red now staining his cheeks, "You-"
"Don't act all shy on me now, Yoo Joonghyuk, you absolute animal," Kim Dokja snapped, "It is your fault that I'm currently limping like a newborn foal." He failed to mention his part in the fault, but it was effective nevertheless.
Yoo Joonghyuk's complaints finally trailed off, dissolving into silence. "Fine..."
Kim Dokja smiled, now, leaning over to give him a little peck on the cheek. "Truce?"
"...Truce."
A/N aand it's done so i can start reposting my actually good fics now ✨
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FanfictionSad dokja x Simp/streamer Yoo Joonghyuk . . . . . . There's a familiar blue flash, and suddenly, there I am- my avatar dramatically brandishing his staff, cloaks fluttering with the intensity of the magic pulsing through his veins. Yoo Joonghyuk t...
