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The more Kim Dokja seemed to change throughout the years, the more things seemed to stay the same for him.
That is to say, no matter how much he had changed, this burning love that he had for Yoo Joonghyuk, it had never changed.
Not at all.
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25 May 2026
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“-he will bench press you like a pool noodle!” Kim Dokja screeched, and Yoo Joonghyuk did not even understand what was that supposed to mean, but it sounded as hilarious as it was cute next to his ears, while he guided his husband out of the room. “MY HUSBAND CAN LIFT!”
He laughed at that, because drunk Kim Dokja didn’t make any sense, but he was the most adorable thing that had ever walked the Earth. Wrapping an arm around the small waist, Yoo Joonghyuk was about to carry Kim Dokja when suddenly he heard:
“Heyheyheyheyhey! Where are you touching!?”
Kim Dokja gathered all his drunken strength to push at Yoo Joonghyuk, and he succeeded, because the bigger man staggered a few steps backwards with a surprised look on his face. Grabbing his working bag in front of his chest like a shield, Kim Dokja held his phone out, as if it was a gun, and he threatened:
“I will call my husband on you, you pervert.”
Yoo Joonghyuk looked up to the ceiling.
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Good job, well done by HolySmew
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
04 Feb 2023
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Kim Dokja had been Yoo Joonghyuk’s companion ever since the day he graduated from the Academy.
Therefore - contrary to popular beliefs - Yoo Joonghyuk could not just let him go.
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“You can’t just shove me around like that,” Kim Dokja insists. His stance is an attempt at confidence, but his stubbornly crossed arms only draw attention to the pale, shifting gaps between his shirt buttons, the nervous flex of his muscles. “We’re close, aren’t we? We can talk these things out like civilized people.”
Slowly, Yoo Joonghyuk drags his eyes back up to his face. It's like Kim Dokja is doing it on purpose.
Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja can’t decide whether to fight or face what's between them. Yet out of the two of them, Yoo Joonghyuk definitely has it worse.
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19 May 2026
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This kind of awareness builds up inside a person. That you grew teeth to protect what is yours, and then turned around and sank it deep into their neck, pierced through skin and muscle and bone and cartilage, ground it all under your molars. It makes you sick to drink that blood, but it flows down your throat either way.
A person who hurts what they love is no better than a person who hates. Either way, you destroy it. And if that thing comes back after it dies, again and again, and you hurt it, again and again, then your love means less than the dirt you bury it under.
why does a fic centering around joonghyuk horny-gripping for dokja have such beautiful soul sucking prose on hurting and loving and everything in between
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When a series of events leads to Kim Dokja taking care what he presumes to be a sheltered feline, and Yoo Joonghyuk to accept a certain bunny's supposed advances.
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pantherhyuk x bunja written for Compawnions Zine
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27 Apr 2026
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Hesitatingly, Lee Hyunsung spoke next.
“Um, there’s two things I would like to ask.”
A raised eyebrow was apparently enough of a sign for him to continue.
“First of all, who is that person?”
To that, the panther and bunny beastmen answered at the same time.
“My mate.”
“His owner.”
“...”
“...”
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He continued to stare.
A beast so beautiful, so regal bleeding out at Kim Dokja's feet. And though he might be an ancient spirit, one that has seen and lived through so much, it was in this moment that he was nothing more than a mere tiny fox, hungry and cold and greedy.
A tiny fox with a decision to make.
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Kim Dokja is a spirit who happens upon a gruesome scene in which he must decide whether to save or leave a bastard wolf to its own demise.
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19 Apr 2026
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"When I die, do not be sad," Yoo Joonghyuk tells him.
They are warm and comfortable under the covers, holding each other like they could drift apart in the middle of the night.
"When I die, keep searching for me Kim Dokja, please watch over this soul of mine. I promise I will find you and we will say hello again."
The Universe was kind.
The Universe made sure they would meet.
She knew they'd fit into each other's lives just right, Kim Dokja thinks, tracing the scars filled with so much memory and importance on the other man's chest.
Yoo Joonghyuk won't live forever, but there's something of him, what some call the soul, the little part in him that belongs to the earth that will be returned, reused, and that will live on.
When the time comes, Kim Dokja knows what he will do.
He'll travel. Travel all over the world. He'll see the cities and the seas and all kinds of views and creatures. He will know when he finds him again. Maybe the prettiest shell on a never-ending beach. Maybe a wild flower peeking from the snow. Maybe a bird singing in the early mornings.
Kim Dokja has spent infinity without a purpose.
He can spend the rest of it through Yoo Joonghyuk.