Kdjxreader Stories

This is an x Reader fanfiction, and is written kind of like a sequel to the cliffhanger. And it's kind of like my way of reassuring myself that Dokja did not die.

- a lone artist roams the barren remains of a world undone, his heart guided by a singular desire: to find his lost muse. In the wake of devastation, where hope is as scarce as color, he paints life back into the ruins-each stroke a silent prayer, a flicker of beauty in a desolate landscape. As he drifts through crumbling cities and forgotten dreams, his art becomes both a lifeline and a compass, reminding him of the connection he once shared and the love that still lingers in the shadows. But with danger and despair closing in, the question remains: can he rediscover the light that once inspired him, or will the darkness of the world swallow his last spark of hope? -

Kim Dokja x Reader You were the one who stayed in the background. A quiet light-constant, unnoticed, fading. A presence that didn't vanish with death. A ghost that stayed behind, not for revenge. But for him. For Kim Dokja. This is not a story of possession. It is a story of regret. Of words never said. Of a ghost who only wanted to be remembered. This is your story. And his.