Kim Dokja stood in the midst of the eerie battle, his heart racing as mutated spiders with grotesque numbers of legs and countless small eyes surrounded him. His breath quickened, and he felt goosebumps crawl up his skin. His discomfort and disgust were palpable as he tried to focus on the task at hand.
The spiders, their movements twitchy and unnatural, advanced on Dokja. He clenched his fists and forced himself to take a step forward. His companions fought alongside him, their weapons clashing against the arachnid abominations.
Despite his arachnophobia and trypophobia, Dokja couldn't afford to freeze in the face of danger. Coins were at stake, and he knew they needed every advantage they could get. With grim determination, he swung his weapon, striking down one of the spiders. As it fell, he couldn't help but shudder at the sensation of its disgusting mucus splattering onto him.
In a brief moment of respite during the battle, Dokja stopped to catch his breath. He glanced down at his mucus-covered clothes, his disgust and irritation growing with each passing second. He needed to get out of this situation and clean himself up.
Without a word, he darted out of the battle, leaving his bewildered companions behind. He ran faster than a bullet train, desperate to escape the crawling feeling that clung to his skin. When he reached his home, he practically tore off his mucus-soaked clothes and headed straight for the bathroom.
Under the hot, cleansing spray of the shower, Dokja scrubbed vigorously, trying to wash away the unpleasant sensation that still lingered on his skin. He didn't emerge until he felt clean and neat once more.
Later that evening, as they all sat down for dinner, Dokja's companions couldn't help but notice his odd behavior during the battle. They exchanged concerned glances, silently questioning what had been bothering their leader.
After the meal, when everyone had settled down, Dokja finally decided to speak up. He hesitated for a moment, but he knew he needed to share his feelings with his companions.
"I have something to tell you all," Dokja began, his voice a bit uncertain. "During that battle with the mutated spiders... I was feeling extremely uncomfortable, and I had to run home to clean up."
His companions leaned in, their expressions filled with worry. Yoo Joonghyuk, who had been particularly observant, raised an eyebrow. "What happened? You were acting strangely during the battle."
Dokja took a deep breath and admitted, "I have a minor phobia of spiders, and I also have trypophobia. The sight of those creatures... it makes my skin crawl."
His companions listened attentively, and as they absorbed his words, they couldn't help but feel relieved. They had been concerned when Dokja had darted away from the battle, but now they understood why.
Heewon chuckled and ruffled Dokja's hair. "You had us worried there for a moment, Dokja. But thanks for sharing."
Lee Hyunsung, who had been worried about Dokja's abrupt departure, nodded in agreement. "We're here to support you, Dokja."
Shin Yoosung and Lee Gilyoung, who had been too young to fully grasp the situation, simply smiled and nodded, glad to see that their leader was alright.
Jihye, who looked up to Dokja as both a mentor and a friend, reached out to pat his shoulder. "You're not alone in this, Dokja. We'll be more mindful in the future."
Yoo Sangah, who had known Dokja for a long time, smiled warmly. "We're your companions, Dokja. We've got your back."
Han Sooyoung grinned mischievously. "And if we ever encounter spiders again, we'll make sure you're at the back of the group."
Dokja's cheeks flushed as he felt the warmth of his companions' support. He had been hesitant to share his vulnerabilities, but their understanding and acceptance touched his heart.
Then Lee Gilyoung asked dokja:"Hyung, are you going to sprint home every time you see a spider?"
Dokja: "Only if I want to stay clean."
The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and camaraderie as they put aside the unsettling battle and focused on strengthening their bonds as a team. Dokja was grateful for the friends he had found in this post-apocalyptic world, friends who accepted him for who he was, phobias and all.
I love it when dokja's companions worry for Dokja
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Fanfiction"Welcome to my fan fiction world, where I delve deep into the life of Kim Dokja, our beloved protagonist. Join me on a rollercoaster of emotions as I explore the hurt and fluff that defines Kim Dokja's journey. From his moments of vulnerability and...
