#joongdok fae au
“the fae aren’t real.”
“there’s no such thing as magic.”
and see, dokja knows this. knows it’s all just his imagination — there are no dryads within the trees across the way, no pixies between the petals of his favourite flowers
they simply do not exist
despite the steel of his gaze upon him the moment he breaks through into the clearing
eyes like molten gold bore into him, partially hidden beneath dark strands dokja has the sudden urge to brush his fingers through, tuck behind…
dokja’s breath catches
are those pointed ears?
“you okay?” joonghyuk murmurs, and dokja’s now far too aware of how close he is, of the hands rubbing softly at his back.
“do you see what i mean?” sooyoung cackles as she points a carrot stick at dokja’s flaming cheeks.
and dokja grimaces because yes, he sees what she means.
#joongdok au but it’s more just abo fluff where omega!kdj is /very/ sensitive when it comes to smells. he’s easily overwhelmed, his nose particularly selective of other’s scents, but it’s okay because when it gets too much, he has his best friend around to help.
i.e. alpha!yjh
i’d say you two were dating.” han sooyoung pipes up one day.
and though the comment flies right over joonghyuk’s head, it sends dokja’s drink down the wrong pipe.
“wha—“ he’s spluttering, unprepared and red in the face, but he likes to think it’s from all the coughing.
inky webbed wings outstretched behind him, horns erupting from beneath dark curls, and a forked tail that leaves goosebumps in its wake across the flushed flesh of dokja’s lower back
he leans in, bears a horribly wicked smile, “now i think it’s my turn to feed.”
from the pulse of joonghyuk’s blood to the press of calloused fingertips across soft, tender skin
and when he goes to ask joonghyuk just what he thinks he’s doing, any words he’d been meaning to say die upon his blood stained lips as he meets a very red, very /inhuman/ gaze
“what?” joonghyuk eyes him the same way dokja had been gazing at him a mere few minutes before — predatory, hungry
“you’ve had your fill.” he says, and dokja swallows down a keen as his fingers press in harder, purposeful
joonghyuk doesn’t even bother with the glamour anymore
and dokja doesn’t realise joonghyuk’s moving beneath him, bracketed between his legs, until there’s a strong arm around his waist and nimble fingers gliding down the small of his back and slipping beneath the waistband of his trousers
“oh—“ dokja’s attention’s quick to shift +
#joongdok au where vampire!kdj gets a little bit more than he bargained for with his latest meal (ahem incubus!yjh)
he’s in the midst of feeding, fangs buried snugly into the side of joonghyuk’s neck; his blood, sweet and heady, floods dokja’s mouth, clouds his head
#joongdok au but it’s a slow burn where s-level sentinel!yjh was happy once, fighting monsters w/ the love of his life, and conveniently his guide too, at his side
but he loses him
and after a several year long hiatus, joonghyuk’s back in commission
his new guide? kim dokja
this is usually the part where dokja’ll slip away, ease himself out of the conversation before he becomes yet another awkward third wheel
but then joonghyuk’s talking, surprisingly disinterested and… dokja glances at him, bored?
“that so? can’t say i recognise you.”
#joongdok au where kim dokja grows up overshadowed by his (non-identical) twin brother. kim dowon has always been more popular, more likeable; he’s athletic, charismatic, beautiful
and despite looking fairly similar, there’s just something about him that shines
or so he’d thought
“joonghyuk, right? i think we have stats together.”
and there it is, that lopsided smile that ropes people in. hook, line, and sinker
dowon barely notices dokja as he shifts awkwardly, his gaze trained instead on the dark eyes peering down at him in question