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[redsoil]

[ it's horrible. the text comes from yoo joonghyuk's phone, but... ]

— yjh

HEY HAVE YOU SEEN MY BODY?????

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[ Want to know what peak simping looks like?

It's the immediately knowledge that this isn't Yoo Joonghyuk because he would never type like this. ]

who are you??

[redsoil]

[ digusting.......... unu ]

It's Set.

I'm in your friend's body. I can't find my own, which I assume HE'S in!

[regression]

[ BECAUSE OF THIS ]

Why did you say I'm an omega?

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[ Why is everyone so concerned over this....... ]

well i asked han sooyoung what omegas are like and what she told me sounded like you.

[regression]

What did she tell you?

@lark, mid-november.

[appeale]

Excuse me, Dokja.
I'm really really really sorry to bother you but
Are you home right now?

[ she tried so hard to avoid getting into this situation with anyone but she already knows Sooyoung isn't around at the moment so she can't even go to her first resort... and she would rather spend the whole day trapped in her bedroom than text Joonghyuk. which is what will happen if she doesn't get help. so. Dokja it is. ]

@dokja

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ruby?
yes i'm home. did you need something?

[ Is she out of toilet paper :( ]

[appeale]

Yes :(
Just
Before you say anything, I'm not this stupid, okay?
I know I'm not smart but I really truly swear I'm not this much of an idiot 😭

[ a brief pause while she goes to scream into her pillow before having to humiliate herself, and then: ]

I'm in my room and I can't open the door.

grabs you for december ★ AUDIO un: uri9158

[reignite]

[ PICK UP YOUR PHONE IT'S YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL ]

Dokja-yah! Are you at the apartment right now..?

NOT THE 9158!!!!

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[ PICKS UP!! ]

Hey, Uriel. I'm out at the moment. Did you need something?

as if i would ever change her default username

[reignite]

Oh, no, I don't! [ a pause. her next words coming a bit hesitant. ] Do you need any help? I'm not busy at the moment, so..

12/3 un: jjang

[pyojeol]

if ur under a stupid curse then u better tell me right now or ill kill u

[SHE'S JUST TAKING HER ANGER OUT ON DOKJA]

un: dokja

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i didn’t do anything?
why do you think i’m under a curse

[pyojeol]

BECAUSE I HAVE ONE AND I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING EITHER!!!!!!! U BETTER NOT BE LYING

a tag labelled "break glass in case of crau"

[appeale]

[ at some point in December, there is a gift left outside the door to Dokja's bedroom: a neatly folded handkerchief made of white silk with a flower and his initials embroidered on it. laid atop the handkerchief is a small, plain card, a message written on it in elegant calligraphy that reads: ]

Dear Kim Dokja,

Merry Christmas! I'm very glad I was able to meet you. Thank you for tolerating me so kindly these past few months. I hope we can continue to be friends!

Love,
Rudbeckia de Borgia ♡

[ inside the folded handkerchief is another slip of paper that provides the name of the flower and its symbolism, along with a sheepish footnote: I'm sure everyone must be a little tired of flowers at the moment, but I hope this can be a positive association. ]

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[ Oh... How cute? Dokja never gets gifts, so this is an unfamiliar, but pleasant surprise.

Also.............. "friends"???

He'll have to thank her in person the next time he sees her. For now, he pockets the handkerchief! Should it arrive with him if he somehow magically transmigrates to another world, that would be Something. ]

i want a duo thread

[pyojeol]

where's your room? let's meet up

HEHEHEheheheHEHHE

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chickadee suite

[ Come thruuuuu. ]

hei could have been here.... smh

[pyojeol]

[she'll head straight on over!!! srry to dokja's roommates but she just bangs open the door, i hope it's not locked. also sorry to dodo house for being mean to the door,

Sooyoung strides in, gaze critical, though she will at least bang her fist upon each door until she finds Dokja -- or until Dokja steps out to tell her to stop that. Either way,]

Are we the only ones here right now?

white day auction date. i guess they're going on their date immediately after this, idk

[lockedon]

[ He's not really sure what on earth posessed him to bid [pulls a slip of paper out of a hat] fifteen minutes' worth of hand holding, a homecooked meal, and a full marathon of You Among The Stars Crash Landing In a Winter Sonata, but the fact of the matter is that he's going to have to pay up now since apparently there weren't any better bids on offer. (Sorry Dokja, YJH was too busy being caught in the middle of a bidding war.)

At least none of it had involved real money.

Now that he's sober (free of the bubble's influence), he's on his way to apologize to the guy in question, ready to shelve all date plans (or at least knock them off with the least amount of effort possible) so they can go their separate ways. This Dokja is married, right? Surely cancelling this whole thing will be a relief for him. Then it hits him. Again. Literally, another fucking bubble bounces into his cheek and pops two inches away from his face. Truly there is no end to the injustices that he is being forced to suffer tonight.

Except....he's not thinking about how awful this auction has been up until now, not when the crowd finally parts and he catches sight of the man he's supposed to be meeting. It feels like all the air has suddenly been knocked from his lungs. Has he ever seen a man so beautiful? (Definitely, but he's suffering from selective amnesia right now.) That unhealthily pale delicate porcelain skin, those long lashes, the dark hair that catches the light just right. Even his malnourished slender frame seems to fit him just right. Eustace feels his heart skip a beat, and in this moment, he decides that he's okay with being a homewrecker, actually. Anything in the name of overblown kdrama romance ❤️ true love ❤️.

It's only a couple more steps before he reaches his future husband's Dokja's side, thumbs hooked into the pockets of his pants. Now that there's less than two feet separating them, he finds there's not a single coherent thought in his head. Everything's been tossed out the window, replaced with a single image of Dokja, perfect and flawless. So instead of saying something normal and hinged, he settles for the tried and true greeting of: ]

Hey.

[ #nailedit



the amount of cringe i felt writing this tag was unreal ]

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[ i'm still fucking losing it at this

Anyway, Dokja doesn't know why any of this is happening to him, and he's on the brink of dying from mortification. He's never done well with attention or with having the spotlight on him, and he can't hurry off the stage fast enough when the bidding finally ends, all the color drained from his face as he tries to blend in with the crowd and disappear. He's not at all expecting the guy to come find him, and he should have done the smart thing and simply left the venue as soon as things ended for him, but―

... But? The anxious thoughts die down as soon as he feels something wet against his cheek, and it takes a second for him to register that it had been one of those pesky bubbles floating around. Suddenly, he has no idea why this is an issue, especially when the man who comes to find him is so unbearably handsome that it's kind of hard to look him in the eyes. Eye? How mysterious that he covers up one of them... The ears are a bit odd, but he can't really worry about that when Dokja glances down and is treated with a rock hard body.

What the hell? A guy like this bid on a guy like him?

He straightens out his posture, nerves practically frying as he swallows thickly now that they're only a few feet from each other. Holy shit, are those abs gleaming or is that his imagination?

Clears his throat and finally tears his gaze away from the abs so he can look off to the side, blush apparent and sitting high on his cheeks. ]

Hello. [ You can do better than that, Kim Dokja. ] ... Thanks for bidding on me.

[lockedon]

[ Even his voice is perfect, a soothing tenor that somehow manages to lay all his fears to rest. (What fears? His fears of imminent rejection, probably. After all, he is but a lowly mortal in the presence of an angel sent down from up above.)

And now that I've made myself thoroughly sick writing that, let's move on! Eustace will not be moving on, because he is quite content to orbit around the man who's given life and color and new meaning to his life, but he can at least do his best to move the conversation along. With more than a single word this time, incredible! Truly old dogs can learn new tricks sometimes. ]

It's no problem.

[ Actually, it's kind of a problem? How the hell did he win this man with a bid so low and poorly cobbled together?? He should have thrown in his life savings at a minimum. And also his (nonexistent) dog.

He definitely looks a smidge anxious, regardless. ]

I'm sorry it couldn't have been more. [ The implication being that it should have been more. ] If there's something else you wanted to do instead, just name it.

[ these are the vibes right now ]

[appeale]

[ yuul i decided it's funnier if they still don't know they're each others' AU Online Friends yet so i'm here to harass you.

something feels wrong about interacting with anyone that this particular "Rudbeckia" actually gave a damn about, but as someone who's been through a transmigration (she's glad that Yoo Joonghyuk taught her that word) once before, she knows better than to cut ties and risk disrupting the life she's gotten stuck with, whether any of this is real or not. so out of the blue, Dokja receives a message from a familiar forum user. ]

lucreziastan says:

hey sry i haven't been around for a while!!! life stuff you know.
i found a novel you might enjoy if you're not in the middle of reading anything rn?

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[ How well-timed because Dokja is going Through it with the debt currently hanging over him...

He's absolutely in search of a distraction (and is constantly on his phone), so the reply is almost immediate. Fandom friend..... save him. ]

onlyreader says:

perfect timing actually.
i've been looking for a new novel to read.
what's this one about?