"Yoo Joonghyuk! Look, the losers crying, hahaha!"
"..."
"C'mon dude, at least join us, you always stand and watch."
"I don't care about bullying others."
Yoo Joonghyuk walks away. Annoyed by his loud "Friends."
While a small boy, the victim of being bullied, still was crying.
Kim Dokja admired Yoo Joonghyuk, but he knew that He "disliked" him for being known as the school crybaby.
While the others started following behind Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja started making a run for it.
Tears streaming down his face, his clothes dirtied by being kicked and punched.
He ran towards the bathroom and hid in a stall.
Holding back his tears, he grabbed tissue paper and started cleaning himself.
He knew his face was red, nose runny, and eyes were swollen.
He hated being like this. When he grew up, he wanted to be so cool, he would be the one everyone was going to apologize to.
Begging him to forgive him.
Thus, starting his villain backstory.
Just kidding.
Or am I..?
Nah, still kidding.
•••
"It's not fair."
"Not fair."
"Why won't anyone listen to me?"
"I didn't want this."
"It wasn't supposed to happen."
"This isn't her fault."
Kim Dokja laid on his bed. He held up his hands.
He recently washed his hands, but they still felt dirty. His eyes felt strained and his body, weak.
"Why did you leave me..?"
His eyes began to water.
He sat up, looking down to see his legs spread out and the tears plummeting down to his bed and legs.
"Why am I here..?"
He wasn't home, he was at his aunt's house. Why you ask?
Let's just say his parents weren't home.
And I believe they won't be back for a while.
"Why did she have to send us this child?! He's such an annoyance and has nothing to his name!"
"He's practically useless!"
"Honey, calm down."
"How can I calm down?! He's a waste of space!"
"At least we get the money for taking care of him."
He closes his door, he must've forgotten.
He didn't like hearing them talk, since all they talked about was about him being useless.
He sighs.
"Should I just run away?"
He looks out a window that's in his room.
"It's not like they're going to stop me."
He grabs ahold of the latch of the window and began to open it.
He looks outside to see... Yoo Joonghyuk? He was sitting in the park, crying..? Wait, why is he crying?
Kim Dokja panics and suddenly decides to go outside and... Help him?
He grabs a scarf and a hat, also bringing a spare since Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't wearing any winter clothing.
He runs over to Yoo Joonghyuk, winded. He was worried and confused.
"*Sniff*"
"Are you alright?!"
"UWAHH-!"
Yoo Joonghyuk jumped off the bench, almost falling over. To think someone who seemed so high in "power" got scared so easily.
"Huh-? Who're you." His tone coldens, his face clearly showing annoyance.
"I'm... Kim Dokja."
"Wait, you're that one kid that was bullied by those good for nothings! I mean-"
Yoo Joonghyuk places his hand over his mouth, looking away.
"Aren't you cold?" Kim Dokja gives his hand out, a scarf and hat placed in his hands.
"You are okay, right?"
Yoo Joonghyuk hesitates taking the hat and scarf. Putting it on and shakes his head.
"Not really... My mom and dad are fighting again, about me taking over a company."
"Why?"
"My dad wants me to train early and learn stuff above our grade. But my mom doesn't want that."
"But.. Isn't it your life? You should be able to decide all that stuff."
Yoo Joonghyuk looks up to Kim Dokja like a lightbulb suddenly went off. "You're.. right. Why didn't I think about that?"
"Maybe cause we're kids, haha..."
Yoo Joonghyuk, giggles.
Kim Dokja was mesmerized by his laugh, even though it was for a small period of time. It was cute and unexpected from him. He liked this side of him.
"You know, I didn't expect you to be so kind to me after what I did."
"Uwah! Nonono-! You didn't do anything wrong!"
Kim Dokja panickingly responded, not knowing what to do.
"In any other case, you've helped me!"
"Really..?"
"Yes, yes! I mean it! You've helped me by driving away those jerks!"
Yoo Joonghyuk smiles, his eyes were still tearing up, but at least he was smiling.
Kim Dokja smiled back, "Do you want to head somewhere warm? It's cold out and you shouldn't catch a cold."
Kim Dokja grabs Yoo Joonghyuk's hand that was resting on the bench, pulling him up and taking him... Somewhere?
Kim Dokja runs, holding Yoo Joonghyuk's hand. Yoo Joonghyuk struggled to catch up and was finally feeling free for the past seconds that went by.
"S-slow down!"
Yoo Joonghyuk laughed, Kim Dokja running along.
They stop by a Soondae stall on the road. Kim Dokja had some spare money just to buy two.
"Here."
"But, this is your money."
"And I'm choosing to give it to you."
Yoo Joonghyuk's face grimaces and takes a bite out of his food, "Woah! I've never had this before!"
"Really? If you want, I can give you some after school."
"Yeah, sure- Your money."
"My choice."
The two stare at each other. Then laugh, breaking the awkward eye contact.
"But really, we could meet up after school and I can get you theses."
Yoo Joonghyuk smiles, but looks away.
"I.. Can't."
Yoo Joonghyuk scrunches his face, he spoke again, "My family wants me home as soon as I leave. I can't meet you after school..."
Kim Dokja looks away as well, he bites his lip.
"Wait!"
Yoo Joonghyuk jolts, surprised by Kim Dokja's yell.
"I could wake up early and buy these for you! And then we- I mean you, can enjoy them!"
Yoo Joonghyuk smiles. "Thank you.."
Kim Dokja hugs Yoo Joonghyuk. "You're welcome."
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"Director, you have an interview at 6."
"Thanks.."
Yoo Joonghyuk grabs a cup from his desk, taking a sip.
Throughout the years, Yoo Joonghyuk took the role of taking over the business from his father.
He didn't want to take over the business, but here he is.
*Knock knock*
"Come in." He sighs.
"Uhm, hi? I'm Kim Dokja."
Kim Dokja.. He's heard that name before, but when, where..?
The man walks in and takes a seat in Infront of Yoo Joonghyuk.
"I'm here to- Yoo Joonghyuk..?"
How'd he know his name? Maybe he did research. Probably.
"Oh my- I haven't seen you until like- Middle school!" The man's eyes lit up, he was less nervous than before.
"Really? What middle school did we go to together?"
There's no way he knew.
No way.
"Yeah! We went to XXXX middle school together." He was smiling brightly.
Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes widen, "Really?"
He was right, he just didn't know how he knew. Did he do research? No way.. That'd be illegal, wouldn't it?
"Okay.." Yoo Joonghyuk looks at the papers, "You don't have any experience?"
"Ah- Well, I used to help around a shop with my friend."
"You see, we're not a small coffee shop. We're a business." Yoo Joonghyuk glares.
"Ah, I know..." He mumbles.
Yoo Joonghyuk sighs, "Since you supposedly know me, I'll let you take the job. But, you have to prove that you can handle that job."
The man nods. "Oh, since you forgot my name.. It's Kim Dokja, I hope you'll remember me."
Yoo Joonghyuk confusingly looked at the man. "Whatever."
He feels a throbbing pain in his head. It was probably a migraine. But it's never been as bad as this.
He felt as if the room was spinning, he was going to hurl.
"Are you alright?"
"Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi?"
"JOONGHYUK-SSI!"
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"Maybe I should've been more careful."
"No wonder."
"It's cold, like before."
"I was on that... Bench, yeah, a bench."
"Then, what happened next?"
"It was less cold, but was that all?"
"There was a.. Boy, a boy. He was frail and skinny."
"He gave me a hat and a scarf. Why though..?"
"Then what happened next? What did he say his name was?"
"It couldn't be Kim Dokja, that's my employee's name."
"Was it..?"
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Awoken in a.. This isn't a hospital. Wait, what?
Kim Dokja stood above me, his expression was showing distress. He jolts back shocked, probably because I woke up.
"Wh-why am I-?"
"Oh thank goodness you're awake!"
Kim Dokja wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tightly.
'Huh?'
I try my best pulling him off, but he hugs me tighter in response. "I was so worried!"
'Then why didn't you take me to a hospital-?'
I sigh, gently patting his back, "Sorry? I didn't know I was going to pass out."
Kim Dokja stops hugging me, pushing me away to get a clear look at my face.
His eyes were red, he was sniffing, and he was scrunching up his face.
"Are.. You alright..?" I say, worryingly.
He stops scrunching his face, "Oh." He wipes his eyes. "I- I'm alright." He smiles.
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"Heyyoo!"
"Ugh."
Yoo Joonghyuk sighs, he walked next to a girl with short black hair. Her name, Han Sooyoung.
"What with that expression?!"
She slaps his arm, laughing.
"Aren't you busy?"
"My empress isn't here.. And I already finished my work."
She pouts, making Yoo Joonghyuk make a "Belgh" face. He didn't understand why Han Sooyoung was so... Possessive of her, obsessed in all honesty.
"Pft, anyways.. Who's the new guy?"
"Kim Dokja,"
He sighs.
"supposedly, we knew each other. Although, I don't really remember him."
Han Sooyoung places her hand on her chin, thinking.
"Well? Did you look at your old yearbook photos? You could probably find him."
Yoo Joonghyuk looks back at Han Sooyoung, stopping in his tracks.
"That's actually.. Smart."
"So you're saying the other things I'm saying are useless." She laughs, saying it as a joke.
"Yes."
They both stand silent.
*Bzzt bzzt*
"Oh, I'm getting a call. Seeya."
"Bye, Sooyoung-ssi."
"Yeah, yeah. Say hi to that Kim Dokja dude for me, Hello? Yes, this is-"
She continues walking away, Yoo Joonghyuk continuing to walk to his office.
He thought it'd be a good idea to check on his employees from time to time, then left as soon as he saw Han Sooyoung.
And that's how he got here.
He sighs, but then notices something. The door to his office was open. He walks in seeing Kim Dokja sitting on the couch near Yoo Joonghyuk's desk.
"K-kim Dokja..?"
"Oh! You're here Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi!"
Kim Dokja happily runs up to Yoo Joonghyuk, hugging him.
Yoo Joonghyuk jolted up in surprise, Kim Dokja nuzzling his head into Yoo Joonghyuk's chest.
"I was waiting for you."
"Ah... Yes.."
Recently, Kim Dokja thought he'd take care of Yoo Joonghyuk. Since he passed out that day.
Yoo Joonghyuk groans softly, annoyed he put himself in this position.
"Let's get to work," Kim Dokja grabs Yoo Joonghyuk's wrist, setting him down at his desk and grabbing all his materials to work.
"Since I already finished, I don't really have anything to do. So I'll be on my phone, talk to me if you need anything-"
"Yeah, I know. I'll call you when I need you."
Kim Dokja pauses, then smiles. "Alright." He sits on the couch, starring at his his phone. Scrolling.
Was he reading? Probably, seeing as how many times Yoo Joonghyuk caught him at the company library.
Yoo Joonghyuk got to work. He didn't bother with much, he did most of it yesterday. But the load this day was... A little more than he could handle.
So he had to split part of the load in order to finish in time.
"Kim Dokja, you're not busy, so.. Can you help me out?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure."
Kim Dokja smiles, getting up from the couch. He grabs a great deal of the load.
"W-wait- You don't have to-"
"Don't worry about it. It'll keep me occupied."
He smiles as he began to get to work.
Yoo Joonghyuk sighs, "Yeah.. Thanks.."
He smiles softly, covering his mouth with his hand.
"No problem!"
Kim Dokja smiles, happy to help him out.
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Word count - 2030
LMAO, I am so tired 💀
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this random thing I thought of doing. This took forever and I regret writing about it bc the end is an open ending and I wanna write smut bc it's been a while🧍
And since last chapter...😢
*Starts beatboxing*
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I literally had second thoughts posting this story LMAO