[ 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 ]
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.
[ 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.
[ Oh, what a gentleman. Dokja knows it's going to be a problem if he looks into this man's face again, but he can't help it. He feels so inexplicably drawn to this stranger, and he carefully glances back up to meet that piercing gaze.
Wow, there goes his breath again. ]
I...
[ He's finding it hard to form coherent thoughts, let alone words to speak aloud. It takes more than a couple of a seconds for his brain to catch up with what's being said, and then it takes another few seconds for him to remember what winning the bid would entail. Hadn't the very first activity been fifteen minutes of hand holding...? He's never going to make it. His heart is already trying to beat its way out of his chest, but his insides tingle with a nervous excitement that he can barely contain. ]
No, not at all. If you don't mind... I'd like to hold your hand.
[ His movements are stiff and clumsy and he takes the tiniest step forward, then extends his hand toward Eustace. ]
[ Weird how his heart skips a beat at the mention of handholding, his gaze dropping down to where Doka's hand is held out towards him. It shouldn't be a surprise that Dokja remembers, given that it was the winning bid and all, but the fact that he wants to do something so uncomplicated and basic makes Eustace's heart suddenly feel all warm and cozy inside. It would be nice if he felt like this all the time. Maybe if he stays by Dokja's side, he can feel like this all the time. ]
Sure.
[ His own movements are just as hesitant, fingers slipping through Dokja's and curling around them ever so gently, as if holding on too tight will reveal this whole thing to be nothing more than fantasy. Dokja's hand is warm in his, the press of skin against skin enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. It would be nice to walk next to Dokja like this, he thinks, side by side and with their hands linked.
How many times can I write 'nice' in the same tag, kill me. ]
Was there anything else you wanted to do before we leave?
[ get them out of here so i can get me out of here ]
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white day auction date. i guess they're going on their date immediately after this, idk
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 paledelicate porcelain skin, those long lashes, the dark hair that catches the light just right. Even hismalnourishedslender 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 ofoverblown kdrama romance❤️ true love ❤️.It's only a couple more steps before he reaches
his future husband'sDokja'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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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.
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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 ]
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Wow, there goes his breath again. ]
I...
[ He's finding it hard to form coherent thoughts, let alone words to speak aloud. It takes more than a couple of a seconds for his brain to catch up with what's being said, and then it takes another few seconds for him to remember what winning the bid would entail. Hadn't the very first activity been fifteen minutes of hand holding...? He's never going to make it. His heart is already trying to beat its way out of his chest, but his insides tingle with a nervous excitement that he can barely contain. ]
No, not at all. If you don't mind... I'd like to hold your hand.
[ His movements are stiff and clumsy and he takes the tiniest step forward, then extends his hand toward Eustace. ]
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Sure.
[ His own movements are just as hesitant, fingers slipping through Dokja's and curling around them ever so gently, as if holding on too tight will reveal this whole thing to be nothing more than fantasy. Dokja's hand is warm in his, the press of skin against skin enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. It would be nice to walk next to Dokja like this, he thinks, side by side and with their hands linked.
How many times can I write 'nice' in the same tag, kill me. ]
Was there anything else you wanted to do before we leave?
[ get them out of here so i can get me out of here ]