Joongdok/Dokjoong one shots !

Only you darling

Dokja was 6 years old when he heard the first knock on his bedroom door at midnight. The boy threw away his silky blue bedsheets and ran across the room to open the door. Of course he wasnt asleep, it was his birthday today ! Maybe it was his dad or mom on the other side of the door ! Maybe they had gifts ! Maybe cake ? Excitedly he'd open the door only to be greeted with the dark outline of the door to another room. He stepped out and looked around, his tiny face forming into a frown. A sharp sound was heard, it made the little boy squeak. Dokja immediately shut his door and ran back to his bed where he snuggled underneath the bed sheets. He closed his eyes tight, praying that whatever was outside that door had vanished. The boy felt his eyes grow heavy, he dropped onto the pillow and off he went into dreamland,. When he woke up, the little Kim Dokja couldn't remember the past nights instances and had a terrific birthday.
Kim dokja was 11 when he heard the slight banging on his bedroom door. The boy scowled. How many times would he have to tell his mother that he still had work to complete? Even though it was his birthday doesn't mean he can slack off. Dokja pushes away the chair he's been sitting on and flings the door open. The door slightly creaks, the hinges are loose. Dokja looks across the corridor, no sign of anybody. What was this ? A birthday prank ? He snorted, his parents really need to grow up.

"Alright mom ! You got me, come on out now ! It's stupid" the young boy called out. Recieving no response the boy huffed and walked towards his parents' bedroom. "Mom ! I don't li-" he stopped himself. His parents were peacefully asleep, tucked under the covers. His mom had the same peaceful expression and his dad was snoring loudly, indicating that both of them were in deep sleep. Cold sweat ran down his spine. He felt his breath quicken. If his parents were asleep...then who? Who...knocked on his door ? Dokja gulped in fear and slowly closed the door.
He gripped the knob in fear. Was there someone on the house ? Had he been imagining it? Dokja turned around quickly, only to see the dark outline of the corridor. He had sworn somebody knocked and it wasn't just knocking, it was banging. That made him even more terrified. Pushing his fears down dokja ran into his room and shut it quickly. He panted as he leaned against the door. "Screw homework" he gasped. Quickly running to his bed after turning off the lights dokja prayed, that whatever was out there, disappeared.

Dokja was finally 18. The most awaited day for any teenager. Well, probably, that is the stereotype. Dokja didn't mind though. For him it was like any other birthday. The clock struck 12 and his phone started blowing up with messages. He grinned, opening the happy birthday wishes pour from his friends and family.

Han 😼
Ya dokja, happy birthday!
I hope you get yourself a boyfriend atleast this year you single brat

You
Gee thanks sooyoung. I can see you've blessed me enough

Han😼
Oh be grateful. Having my blessings is such a blessing 💞

You
Say that again and I'll tell sangah that you're not interested in her anymore

Han😼
Asshole

You
You love me

Han 😼
Surprisingly yea

Dokja chuckled at the texts and put his phone away. Maybe he'd sleep now. It was almost 1 and dokja could feel his eyes start to burn. He turned off his lights and changed into his night wear. Shorts and a shirt, good enough. He hopped onto bed and stared at the ceiling. A tiny voice spoke in his head

It's time
For what ?
For him to make his entry
Who-

As on the cue his bedroom door was being banged on. This time with much force, vigour and anger. He could sense the heat radiating out from the other side of the door. What the fuck was happening?! He got out of bed and grabbed the nearest sharp thing he could find. His scalpel used for his paintings. It wasn't sharp but he needed something. The door was being banged even harder now. The noise was unbearable. Suddenly it stopped. Dokja let out a noise of surprise. Was the person gone ? Where were his parents ? What was happening? Is he safe ? Millions of questions ran through his mind. Taking a deep breath he opened the door with force and pushed the scalpel outwards.

No one. There was absolutely no one. Dokja screamed in frustration. What was going on ?!? This was the 2nd time this happened. Did he have a stalker ? He looked to his left there was no one there. He breathed out a sign of relief. Kim dokja turned to his right.

He was met with a dark face looking down at him. Words were stuck in his throat and his body trembled with fear. THERE WAS SOMEONE IN HIS HOUSE. The boy opened his mouth to scream before he was roughly shoved  into the room. His breathing hitched and his body was shaking. Who was this man ? What was going to happen now ? Is he going to get killed ? Dokja felt tears accumulating. The man slowly approached dokja

He couldn't see his face but dokja knew that he was going to look terrifying. He sobbed openly now, fear overwhelming his emotions. "W-WHO ARE YOU? W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??" The man before him stopped, his face still wasn't visible, the room was too dark and his tears made it hard for him to focus. A cold hand touched his cheek, wiping away the tears that made its way outside. Dokja's breath hitched, the cold hand made him shiver and he leaned away from the touch. It seems as if the man didn't like to give up, he grabbed dokja by the chin and pulled him closer. Dokja gasped as now he could see the man. His tears were wiped away again. Dokja felt more spill out. He was scared, terrified even. Who was this man ? Gathering all the confidence he had, he croaked

"W-WHO are you?" The man stopped wiping his tears. "Does it matter?" He replied in a hoarse voice. Dokja whimpered at the harsh grip the man still had on his chin. "Y-yes" he managed to say. The man frowned at him. If dokja wasn't so shit scared right now, he'd swoon at how handsome the man was. Tall and built like a freaking Greek god. His hair fell in his forehead and his eyes were sharp and calculating. His lips were beautiful. Wait what. Dokja shook himself. "let go of me!" Dokja shouted. "I said let go you bastard !" The man growled, increasing the grip. "Behave Kim dokja. I wouldn't want to make your birthday your deathday"

Dokja felt a surge of confidence rise as he could get a reaction out of this man. Even though his chin hurt, he spat. "Watch me. who the hell are you ?!"
In a split second the man slammed dokja against the wall. The younger felt his head Spin and something warm trickle down his neck. He gasped out in pain. SCREW THAT ASSHOLE, HE NEEDS TO CALL FOR HELP. He groaned at the searing pain and slumped against the cold floor. The man knelt down infront of him, slightly smirking a maniac gleam sparkling in his eyes.
"Kim dokja" he started "you're beautiful. Be mine"

Dokja felt his widen as the man leaned forward and pressed his lips against his. A soft peck, he barely felt it. This is harassment he thought. "N-name" he managed to croak out. The man smiled and placed another kiss on his lips. Dokja couldn't do anything but lie on the ground, useless. The man smiled gently and cupped his face . Dokja felt tears accumulating again. "Yoo junghyuk" the man said.
Kim dokja slumped against the floor. Passed out

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When dokja woke up he was still  on the cold floor. His vision was blurred as he tried to claw the ground. For something...anything ...he had to get out of here. He winced as he felt the dried blood on his neck. "My salvation" A voice whispered. Dokja felt his heart drop to his stomach. The man...was he still here? Dokja blinked furiously trying to figure out where the man was. He felt a gentle hand on his waist and in a second he was pulled up harshly.

Dokja screamed.

The fear finally set in. He screamed and cried out. Trashing in the man's grip. Big tears ran down his face as he sobbed.

"Dokja you always make it so hard for me" Joonghyuk crooned, "I've spent 1863 lifetimes searching for you" Dokja stilled at the tone. Did he hear pain in his voice? Joonghyuk continued as nothing happened, caressing dokja lovingly as he held the boy hostage. "Not again...never again" He whispered. "I'll never let you leave me again Dokja." He grabbed dokja's face turning it towards him. Dokja gasped as he faced joonghyuk again.

Joonghyuk stared at him almost lovingly. A lone tear slipped from his eye. Dokja felt his heart squeeze at the sight. Why did...why did he feel so guilty? Why did he want to hug this man when all he had done was hurt him right now.

"Don't leave me again Dokja"
"I-....w-wont"

Joonghyuk smiled.