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"I am Yu Junghyeok."
The sight of the tall and beautiful woman in all black was a surreal contrast to the sterile hospital whites. It was also the first day that Kim Dokja could have gone to the lobby and used the single PC there.
"I'll get you something better," Yu Junghyeok said, before picking up Kim Dokja up from the bed in strong arms. No one was there to stop her. And true to her word, Kim Dokja was later given a brand new phone to replace the one she broke in her fall.
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Maybe Kim Dokja was dead.
It felt like the only logical explanation for well… everything. Because she felt like she was in the plot of some cheap romance or psychological horror novel, and in all honesty, Kim Dokja couldn't decide which one was more appealing. But she did know which she was more deserving of.
She was not allowed to leave the house she was currently in by herself, not that she even wanted to, but quite literally couldn't leave the embrace of the beautiful woman currently draped over her.
The warmth was ticklish. Kim Dokja was unused to it, feeling guilty for indulging in a comfort she didn't deserve. She squirmed slightly, but Yu Junghyeok only tightened her powerful arms around Kim Dokja's small waist and continued burying her face into the latter's chest.
Kim Dokja's arms were left at an awkward angle. She didn't know where to touch, or where she was allowed to touch. She could feel her heartbeat racing at a worrisome pace and yet Yu Junghyeok seemed to find peace in it.
Eventually she did fall asleep, to a haunting whisper of "Kim Dokja" that stayed ringing in her ear long after the sound passed. It was an agonizing echo, of a terrible name that shouldn't come from someone like Yu Junghyeok. Someone beautiful deserved to speak more beautiful words.
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Kim Dokja spent her days living like a king, of the world's smallest yet most comforting kingdom. Anything she wanted, Yu Junghyeok was there to give.
To be quite honest, Kim Dokja could have just lived as a ghost with the occasional snack and her phone charger. But Yu Junghyeok, who continuously proved to be perfect in every way possible as the days passed, naturally could also read Kim Dokja like a book, and forced her to eat regularly.
(And through the muted shame in which she couldn't deny enjoying being spoon fed, felt more and more of her heart being gently gripped at the sight of the perfectly made omurice in front of her.)
...Of course Yu Junghyeok would be an excellent chef as well.
Not to mention the time Yu Junghyeok spent to redress all of Kim Dokja's bandages every day after she bathed. The woman's hands easily engulfed the size of Kim Dokja's own small ones, and Kim Dokja could feel every raise and bump of her scars amidst the warmth. She looked away from the sight, equally missing dark eyes that were tracking her every movement.
A tug at her wrist then prompted Kim Dokja to look back, at the sight of Yu Junghyeok bringing Kim Dokja's hand near her mouth before kissing the heel of her palm—!?
As a jerk reaction, Kim Dokja tried pulling her hand back, but it didn't move at all in Yu Junghyeok's iron grip.
"Ah… I—" don't know why you're doing this. Kim Dokja stopped before finishing. Somehow receiving an answer felt the most frightening of all.
Kim Dokja knew her face was red, and combined with her raised body temperature after bathing, Yu Junghyeok's actions made her feel her skin was melting wherever they touched.
Yu Junghyeok didn't say anything else, she only stroked gently at Kim Dokja's knuckles one last time before letting go to leave the room, presumably to get tea for them both.
Kim Dokja didn't know whether to be grateful or disappointed, waiting in the silence.
But all the same, when night came, Yu Junghyeok was there to hold Kim Dokja close. Both of them laid there, Yu Junghyeok listening for the latter's heartbeat again, while Kim Dokja took the chance to peek over the former's shoulder to look through the window behind her.
They weren't in the city, Kim Dokja was sure of at least that. There were no artificial lights to obscure the night sky, and yet not a single star was visible.
Distracted, Kim Dokja didn't notice the rustle of motion until a hand was placed on her cheek, causing her to jolt slightly in surprise.
As always, Yu Junghyeok's presence was ever so overwhelming, even more so with Kim Dokja's sight adjusted to the dark, giving visibility to Yu Junghyeok's sharp contours.
It was hard to believe such a person could exist, like this, with her . Kim Dokja was still waiting for the punchline, before she woke up back in the hospital.
"Kim Dokja." A breath ghosted across her lips from their close proximity.
Yu Junghyeok's face filled her line of sight and Kim Dokja couldn't help but close her eyes instinctively, waiting with faint anticipation for something she didn't dare name, only to feel soft lips descend on her forehead.
When she next opened her eyes, Yu Junghyeok had already pulled back, but was still within frightening range, reading Kim Dokja's expression before her lips curled slightly.
Kim Dokja flushed.
Yu Junghyeok moved her hand from Kim Dokja's cheek to the back of her head to push her head to rest on the woman's shoulder, pressing them together chest to chest. "Sleep," she murmured, voice low and deep, in Kim Dokja's ear.
Kim Dokja, for the record, didn't fall asleep for a long time.
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The days passed indiscriminately, but Kim Dokja was not inclined to count them anyways. It gave her the illusionary comfort of permanence if such things were left undefined.
But there were some other things, some other lines, that Kim Dokja wanted to scratch out and step over.
In between the time they spent together, eating together, bathing together, sleeping in the same bed together, Yu Junghyeok's push and pull touches long began feeling unbearable, Kim Dokja thought.
Kim Dokja still didn't understand many things about Yu Junghyeok, but she thought, if it was okay for her to twist pliers in her skull to pull out the section that contained love, then maybe the unidentifiable mass would be a soothing balm like the ones Yu Junghyeok always applied to Kim Dokja's injuries.
"It's okay." Kim Dokja said. It was during one of those moments in their routine with Yu Junghyeok pressed closely over Kim Dokja, listening for her heartbeat before they slept. The dark depths of her eyes staring straight at Kim Dokja for clarification never failed to bring color to Kim Dokja's cheeks.
"You can touch me more." I won't break, rang as an afterthought, followed by I want to be broken, but Kim Dokja was a coward through and through. A coward, but a shameless one.
The silence afterwards was worse in reality than imaginable, and Kim Dokja was ready to back down immediately like a dog with its tail between its legs, but Yu Junghyeok's voice was the be-all and end-all of stoppers.
"...Are you sure?" Yu Junghyeok asked slowly, sitting up to stare down at Kim Dokja, who was still lying back across their bed. Her long hair trickled down to tickle at Kim Dokja's cheeks.
Kim Dokja, with her own hair splayed across the pillows, looked straight back.
That meant— that meant…
"Yes," Kim Dokja licked her dry lips and swallowed, "I mean it."
There was never a moment Kim Dokja didn't feel like she was being pulled around on taut strings. They were strings she tried cutting off herself, but only ended up with the ends tied back together in ugly, tangled knots.
"I… want you." And I want you to want me too.
Somehow, Yu Junghyeok managed to replace those strings. Or rather, she just took them off entirely.
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The span of Yu Junghyeok's large hand across Kim Dokja's stomach almost engulfed her entire waist. The warmth seeped through the fabric of her sweater.
There was a second that Kim Dokja felt Yu Junghyeok press down on her with more force before soft lips descended on hers. The point of contact seared hot as Kim Dokja awkwardly tried moving her lips back in reciprocation, before being interrupted by Yu Junghyeok suddenly biting at them.
Kim Dokja gasped as their mouths parted, opening her closed eyes to see Yu Junghyeok looking down at her with an inscrutable look before she started kissing Kim Dokja again, this time easily parting Kim Dokja's lips with her tongue and licking into her mouth.
Kim Dokja squirmed against the sudden pressure, desperately trying to breathe out through her nose but only managed to get out harsh pants in between.
She tried gripping the pillow for leverage with the hand she had by her head, though it didn't quite reach. But in exchange, Kim Dokja felt Yu Junghyeok slip her scarred hands into hers, their fingers slotting together naturally.
Like clockwork, Kim Dokja tried moving her legs this time but they were easily caught in between strong and toned ones, and Yu Junghyeok's other hand was free to slide from Kim Dokja's side to find its way under her bent thigh to still her.
It embarrassed Kim Dokja how good it felt, amidst the lingering confusion why Yu Junghyeok would even want to do this with her. But Yu Junghyeok, ever perceptive, always seemed to be able to voice Kim Dokja's thoughts.
"It's always been you," Yu Junghyeok said, breaking apart their kiss with a desperate, hardened look. "It's only ever been you, Kim Dokja," before suddenly moving down to the junction between her neck and shoulder and biting down.
"Ah!" This time Kim Dokja couldn't help the loud noise that escaped her, equally from the pain and the suddenness of the action. Almost as an apology, Yu Junghyeok lapped at the bite, quickly turning the stinging into a numbing pleasure.
The hand in hers released its grip, moving to slide under her sweater and push it up. Kim Dokja wasn't wearing a bra. She shivered from the feel of cold air across her naked skin, but Yu Junghyeok's hand was burning hot as she easily fit Kim Dokja's breast in one hand before starting to fondle her in earnest.
Kim Dokja breathed hard through her nose, and lifted her freed hand to cover her mouth to stop herself from vocalizing, but the resulting shortness of breath only caused her to feel more light headed.
"I want to hear you. Please." Kim Dokja was weak to Yu Junghyeok. She was the weakest person on this planet to Yu Junghyeok's begging. Slowly, she raised her hand to let it rest beside her head again.
The loud noises of kissing and sucking at her neck that were interrupted were shortly replaced by a breathy "Good girl," that made Kim Dokja's face and stomach burn hotter. Yu Junghyeok slid down to her chest, alternating between biting down and suckling at her chest with her other hand still groping and pulling at the other nipple.
It was around this point that Kim Dokja felt the hand still holding her thigh in a bruising grip start trailing down lower, squeezing at the soft skin along the way before reaching past the waistband of Kim Dokja's shorts and into her soaked underwear.
Kim Dokja keened.
Yu Junghyeok's mouth gently let go from Kim Dokja's chest with a wet pop. "You're so wet already." She rubbed all the while, the slick easily making the slide smooth and fast. It created an unbearable sound that echoed in the stillness of the room, fingers kneading insistently across Kim Dokja's lips and teasing over her hole. But Kim Dokja was already gone. The first touches at her core were so overwhelming that her continuous moans sounded like sobs.
And then Yu Junghyeok started thumbing at her clit, which made it even worse. Kim Dokja squirmed, turned her head to bury her face into the pillows, tried anything if it could release some of the pressure building inside her at increasing speed. Unfortunately, her legs were trapped with Yu Junghyeok settled in between them, and she couldn't move them sans spreading her legs even further. She's so close —
But the fingers were suddenly gone, and Kim Dokja whined, breathing heavily as she weakly hit at Yu Junghyeok's shoulders. "Don't be mean..." Her disappointment was so cute that Yu Junghyeok let out a laugh.
In lieu of a reply, she reached down to take off Kim Dokja's shorts and underwear in one fell swoop, sliding down afterwards to hook Kim Dokja's thighs around her shoulders. And before Kim Dokja could voice another indignation, Yu Junghyeok just kisses her pussy and licks into her, long tongue slotted in like it was always meant to be there, and uses one hand to play with her clit.
Kim Dokja came immediately, the sensations too strong, too intense, and screamed as Yu Junghyeok sucked even harder, not letting her ride out her first orgasm without being forcibly made aware of the wet noises the pair made, the red marks on her neck, chest, and thighs still stinging, her legs spread out wide for Yu Junghyeok to take and give as she pleased.
But when Kim Dokja finally felt grounded enough to focus her glossy eyes and look up, Yu Junghyeok already pulled away and wiped at her mouth like it was the end of that. Like it was enough to make Kim Dokja feel good and end there.
And yet.
...
Kim Dokja gazed lower.
"Junghyeok-ah," she cried softly, stretching her aching limbs. She was going to hurt in the morning, perhaps exponentially more after this. "Don't you need to take care of that...?" There was no hiding the sizable bulge straining Yu Junghyeok's pants. "...You don't want to?" It felt mean acting like this wasn't an act of kindness for Kim Dokja and Yu Junghyeok's self restraint, but only a little bit.
Kim Dokja, still sprawled against the plush bedding, didn't know the picture she made with her long hair mussed, lips swollen, sweater bunched up at her neck exposing her small chest as she breathed in and out. Her knees were bent and brought together, yet at this angle, it couldn't hide the wetness from saliva and other fluids surrounding her visible thighs and exposed pussy.
If Kim Dokja was weak to Yu Junghyeok, then what of Yu Junghyeok? Could it be described in human measurements?
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The answer was always no.
Kim Dokja clung desperately at Yu Junghyeok, wrapping small arms over her broad, muscled shoulders, nails digging in for purchase as she felt Yu Junghyeok slowly enter her after an agonizing period of that monstrous girth rubbing back and forth against her lips teasingly.
Tears started falling from her eyes. "You're doing so good. You can handle it," Yu Junghyeok whispered while kissing the tears off her cheeks. And at the same time she pushed in the rest of the way in that tight heat, caught Kim Dokja in an open mouthed kiss, to entangle their tongues and swallow most of her moans.
Yu Junghyeok rocked into Kim Dokja at a punishing speed, the sound of skin on skin blared loud in Kim Dokja's ears. "Y-Yu Junghyeok, Junghyeok-ah—" Kim Dokja babbled on, unable to voice any coherent thoughts while feeling like Yu Junghyeok was reaching into her core, carving into her a shape that would make Kim Dokja feel unbearably empty when it was gone. Her hands unfurled from Yu Junghyeok's back to cover her eyes.
"Kim Dokja," Yu Junghyeok breathed out between thrusts, sensing that something was different about the new onset of tears. "Don't cry." She took Kim Dokja's curled fist to kiss all her fingers individually, "I'm with you. I will never leave you." She picked up her pace even more, hoping to overwrite Kim Dokja's crying with a much more appealing kind.
Kim Dokja came for the second time with an aborted cry, voice thoroughly broken from overuse, when she felt Yu Junghyeok finishing inside her, filling her stomach with liquid lava. She hugged Yu Junghyeok tightly, gasping harshly as Yu Junghyeok slowed to rock languidly to ride out the high.
It took a surprising amount of effort afterwards to convince Kim Dokja to loosen the grip of her thighs around Yu Junghyeok's hips to be able to pull out.
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Kim Dokja probably would never know, and she didn't need to. She didn't need to carry any more burdens, especially when Yu Junghyeok had finally found that bright and pure star pulsing weakly amidst all the dim artificial lights.
Yu Junghyeok knew. Kim Dokja would ever exist in any other worldline besides the false third turn, because she would have long died before the scenarios started. So Yu Junghyeok searched. And searched, far outside the reaches of the universes and even further, until she found Kim Dokja again.
And she wasn't going to let go this time, no matter what.
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