Black Canvas

The hill by the bay

Author's Note:
Okay I know most author's don't celebrate like this, but like 100+ view :0. I checked the story profile thingy and I was so happy! Like thank you all if you are reading this. I know views don't really contribute to the story and its popularity much, but this is my first story to get THIS much attention and I am so greatful! I hope this story goes far! I have ideas for other fanfiction, and I still have a story I need to write, but as of now, this story is my main focus. Thanks again!

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Next Morning...

As the morning sun came rising above Korea, Joonghyuk had began to open his eyes as his conscious was awaking. Not moving from the position he woke up from, he stared at the ceiling, unable to move as he began to be lost in thought.

What was that dream?

Where was I?

Why did it feel so nostalgic?

Was that the real Kim Dokja?

Why did he call me Sunfish Bastard?

But even with all of these questions, one stuck out the most. It repeated multiple times and was there in the back of his mind.

Why did I call him Ugly squid?

Dokja, although for Joonghyuk was hard to admit, was undeniably beautiful. He had a small figure that seemed fragile, but also seemed strong. He had both male and female features that many would envy. It seemed like the Gods favored him in every aspect; even personality.

Another thought that had troubled him was, unlike their first meeting, Kim Dokja was confident. The confidence in his voice was like speaking to an old friend that you would trust anything with, even your life. He even called Joonghyuk "Sunfish Bastard" which you shouldn't be calling a stranger. The confidence in his voice was something very unexpected for Joonghyuk and seemed to stick to him. Joonghyuk continued to think about Kim Dokja, specifically the confidence as it seemed to be messing with his head as he could feel his face turn a light shade of pink. Kim Dokja was a mere stranger at the time, but Joonghyuk couldn't help, but think that if this was the real Dokja, he would've already fallen hard for the shorter male.

Was Kim Dokja really a stranger?

The back of Joonghyuk's mind echoed.

Did Kim Dokja really know something that he didn't?

Had the two of them met before and what were their relationship?

Was it a childhood friend that he had forgotten? A close friend in highschool that he never talked to again? Or was there something more going on. Maybe they were close friends before or could they have been more...?

Joonghyuk shook the last thought off as his face began to heat up and his heart was beating faster. He decided to finally get up and get ready for class to take his mind off the person in question.

If we were more than just friends, I would've remembered that...Plus, I have always been too picky to have a partner...

He brushed his teeth and put on a semi tight black long sleeve shirt with a medium high collar and tight dark black jeans. Still filled with his thoughts, he added to his outfit by, putting on a long grey light type coat and dark silk gloves that opened up on the back of the hand. Getting all of his textbooks and technology, he began to go out the door of his small apartment until one last thought hit him like a bullet to the head.

What if the place in his dream really did exsist?

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As the morning rose upon Korea, the sunlight from outside seeked through the window of Dokja's apartment, seemingly waking the tired reader.