What if 12 – You are so Lovely Ch.1 >> Insomnia KDJ x Poor Streamer YJH (ver.2)
Kim Dokja suffers from a chronic disease of Insomnia – quite intense and severe enough that he never sleeps more than 2-3 hours per day, or some days he can’t even sleep. Another one is a heavyweight in Nicotine Addiction – which makes people around him think that he can have Lung cancer anytime.
Over the past few months, people around him noticed that Kim Dokja’s condition was getting worse. Just seeing his pale face and the dark circles under his eyes makes them worried. Not to mention the smell of nicotine that stings their nose as if he was bathed in nicotine. Han Sooyoung is the first one who picks up the refresher spray and spray it all over the room.
“Dokja-ssi, why don’t you take your day off and go see Dr. Seolhwa for a check-up? There aren’t many projects right now. You can rest for a few more days – consider it as a short vacation leave. If there is anything important or urgent, I’ll let you know immediately.” Yoo Sangah said gently with concern.
Kim Dokja, who was leaning his back on the sofa in the middle of the room, stretching himself from the exhaustion and his aching body, gave Yoo Sangah a lazy wave of his hand – brushing Yoo Sangah's suggestion away before speaking with a tired tone.
“No need, Sangah-ssi, I still have many meds from the previous visit left in my room. Going now is a bit of a waste of money. If it gets worse, I will ask Seolhwa-ssi for the check-up again.”
Hearing Kim Dokja say that, people have to drop this matter and let it go. Everyone knows how stubborn Kim Dokja can be, underneath his easygoing appearance is the iron wall of will. Things that he doesn’t want to do, no one can force him to do them.
Kim Dokja tried to run through the important documents, information, and reports that were sent to him via his laptop with Yoo Sangah – his assistant, until the evening, and before Han Sooyoung’s complaints continued further, he let Yoo Sangah finish her work for the day.
If you think being a crown prince of UW will make you live a luxurious life and be comfortable, well…you're not entirely wrong,…but not entirely right either.
UW runs many legal and underground businesses across Europe, America, and Asia. All regional branch heads were seasonal veteran old foxes – they had quite a power, full of ego and pride. Mostly, there were working their ass off alongside his adoptive parents for so long. Basically, they acted like nice uncles and treated him with respect as a crown prince because of his parents’ power and influence. However, Kim Dokja is sure if he slips up…they will definitely stab him in the back.
So, it’s not that he doesn’t trust Yoo Sangah, Hayoung, and his people, but there are many things that he thinks if he goes through those documents himself, it will make him feel at ease, at least.
At 10 PM. – Kim Dokja finally shuts his laptop and leaves his office. He is a little hungry now. So, he might drop by a convenience store and grab something warm and easy to eat first, then go to rest at one of his hotels nearby, since tonight he didn’t feel like going back to his apartment.
Just another dull and boring night…
He can’t help but take out the metal case of his cigarettes from his coat. Kim Dokja was addicted to cigarettes, but he didn’t have a habit of rushing to light and smoke them right away when he took them out of his cigarettes. He tends to use his slender pale fingers to take out the cigarette from his favorite metal case and roll the cigarette slowly, then place it between his lips with no rush. Kim Dokja always takes his time with each smoking, taking it leisurely and enjoying it.
Nicotine always makes his troubled head lighter.
By the time Kim Dokja arrived at the convenience store, the cigarette had burned halfway down. He took one last long inhale of nicotine into his lung, then exhaled slowly, watched the smoke that was being exhaled drift into the air before fading into the cold wind… and crushed the burned tip against the cigarette tray on the corner in front of the convenience store, then walked into the store.
At least, he didn’t have a bad habit of leaving cigarette butts on the street.
It was 10:30 PM., there weren’t many people inside, and most seats in the small dining area near the windows were empty.
Kim Dokja makes his way to the ready-to-eat food section, scanning the shelves to consider what to eat with a thoughtful gaze.
Okay, he decided…Omurice with Korean kimchi for tonight might not be bad.
Kim Dokja isn’t picky when it comes to food – if it is just a matter of eating to live. However, whether he likes it or not is another story.
Up until now, there had been no one whose cooking made him crave their food for once or want to invite them to be his personal chef like his adoptive parents.
The scent of warm omurice that had just been heated up stirred his stomach, which had been empty since the afternoon. He takes his food and makes his way to the window seat.
The taste of omurice from the convenience store isn’t tasty, and Korean kimchi is just okay. The overall meal was just another bland one. What a pity...nothing seems to be going well, and everything feels off lately. And his Insomnia makes it worse.
He has only eaten a few bites, but his appetite is gradually decreasing. Kim Dokja craved to light another cigarette instead of continuing to eat, but he didn’t do that. He skipped the afternoon meal already. If he still skips this night meal…his stomach will definitely protest tomorrow, and Kim Dokja hates being sick.
Insomnia is already enough, and if he had both a headache and stomach at the same time…well, tomorrow might be a nightmare for sure. Thinking that way, Kim Dokja sighs and forces himself to eat a bit more, just enough to settle his stomach.
Glancing at the watch on his wrist, it is almost midnight. His body feels fatigued, and he is pretty tired right now – however, Kim Dokja doesn’t think he could fall asleep tonight.
Such another restless night, he might only lie down and read his web novels and take a short nap as usual…
It’s not that Kim Dokja doesn’t want to sleep, but he can’t sleep…
Over the past few years, whether taking the meds, ASMR methods, natural therapy, or whatever methods suggestions… Kim Dokja has been trying so many methods, but none of that is worked. He took pills to the point that they couldn’t give him a full night's sleep anymore.
When the exhaustion began to sink too deep, it numbed his brain and twisted his mood, and he would often get irritated. Kim Dokja hated it.
Cigarettes helped. He feels much more relaxed when he smokes, it dulls his frustration and irritation, and that was the reason he has a heavy smoking habit.
There is a small park near the hotel. Kim Dokja doesn’t know why tonight he thinks it isn’t a bad idea to stop by and take a short detour and then head to the hotel.
The park is quite dark with the dim light – it should be a quiet and peaceful night, but Kim Dokja hears the strange noise with the panting sounds – he can’t help but frown a bit. Along the way, Kim Dokja notices the figures tangled up with each other in the dark bushes. Oh…Never thought that this place would be the meeting spot for outdoor sex.
He wants to turn around. But he has already walked halfway through, and going back would only double the effort. Kim Dokja decides to keep walking, and he spots a figure seated alone on one of the benches off to the side.
A tall man in a hoodie with his head covered completely, old sweatpants, and a mask covering his mouth, sitting quietly by himself, looking a bit out of place.
Kim Dokja continues walking toward the other side of the park. He just wants to get out, lie on his bed, and read until he passes out for an hour or two. That’s the plan. But for some reason, he feels something is bothering him, and before he can realise it…he walks back. The same man is still sitting there, but he isn’t alone now.
There is a group of people – mixed with men and women, talking to the hoodie man who keeps shaking his head, it seems like they couldn’t make an agreement. The group ends the talk with a loud curse before walking away. The hoodie man still sits with his head down, silent and not moving.
“Hello~” Kim Dokja walks up, stands before him, greets him with a cheerful voice, and gives him a soft smile. The man slowly looks up, meeting his eyes through his bang – it’s quite long, dark, curled, and messy that covering most of his face.
Kim Dokja whistles softly. This was his first surprise. Even though he could only see a glimpse of the man’s eyes, he was pretty sure…there must be a handsome face hiding behind that messy hair and the mask.
The other party didn't answer him, but Kim Dokja didn’t care about his cold response and indifferent attitude. Deep in his heart. He has the urge to remove the annoying bang and take off the mask that covered his face. It was a bit of a perverted curiosity.
Oh! Another surprise. The low, deep, and a bit husky voice of his is quite pleasant to his ears. Even with most of his face hidden, Kim Dokja can still see his thick eyebrows furrow together as if they are going to tie a bow.
“Hmm…are you ‘Selling’?” He asked back. A little amused. To be honest, judging from his expression, his looks, and his condition, Kim Dokja didn't think so. But when the hooded man gives a small and awkward nod, he can’t help but raise his eyebrows high.
This must be the third surprise... Maybe tonight he'll be able to do some activities instead of reading web novels before falling into a short sleep.
“How much?” The other tilted his head in confusion. Kim Dokja thinks he is quite adorable in an odd way.
“How much do you charge, young man~?” Kim Dokja asked again with a teasing tone.
“Are you…sure you have money?” The deep, husky voice that Kim Dokja thinks was pleasant listening speaks with hesitation. It’s obvious that this man doesn’t trust him. But that question made Kim Dokja 's nerves at the temples twitch for a moment.
Ha! That was a first – someone doubting if he could afford something. If HSY were here, she’d probably laugh her head off.
“50,000 won, and you have to pay for the goods." the man finally said in a serious voice. For Kim Dokja, that was pocket change. Did he really look so broke that even 50,000 won seemed out of reach?
“Yoo Joonghuk, and you?” Hmm…what a nice name.
“Kim Dokja, you come with me. If you do well, I’ll give you a nice tip~” There was a brief sparkle in the man’s eyes for a moment before he nodded and said confidently.
“I’m confident in my skills and I’m very good at what I do.”
Okay… Kim Dokja likes that confidence! His first time paying for ONS – it doesn’t seem like it is going to be so bad after all.
“You want me to do it at the hotel?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked when both of them were standing in front of his hotel. “Hmm? Where else? Or do you wanna go to my place instead?” he teased.
“It doesn’t matter to me. Just… does the hotel have everything we need?”
Yoo Joonghyuk likes toys, huh?
No wonder they said you can’t judge a person by their appearance.
“Don’t worry, we have everything there.” He holds Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand – big, warm, and a bit rough…it’s nice to hold. Then leads them into the lobby.
The staff at the front door bowed politely the moment they saw him. Kim Dokja simply nodded back, not paying them much attention – His focus now all on Yoo Joonghyuk, the person he was holding hands with now is much more interesting.
He leads Yoo Joonghyuk straight to the private elevator inside. Kim Dokja first thought about taking him to a room in Zone B, but if they are going to use “toys”, maybe Zone A is a better fit.
“You’re acting like you’ve never been to a hotel before, darling,” Kim Dokja said playfully.
“I haven’t.” Yoo Joonghyuk replied simply.
“Then where do your clients usually take you?” Kim Dokja asked genuinely curious tone. Or did they usually not go to hotels but to motels instead?
“This is my first time selling.” His serious tone made Kim Dokja pause.
For some reason, seeing the head under the old grey hoodie nod, Kim Dokja can’t help but feel Yoo Joonghyuk is quite endearing, oddly.
When they reached his private floor, Kim Dokja used his fingers to unlock the door and invited the other person in.
“You… don’t look rich at all.”
“Darling~ you really shouldn’t judge people by their appearances. I may not look like it, but I am actually quite rich.”
Kim Dokja takes off his coat and hangs it up. From the corner of his eye, he sees Yoo Joonghyuk look around the room before slowly walking straight to the kitchen area – an area Kim Dokja had never used before.
Yoo Joonghyuk opens the drawers to examine the belongings before opening the refrigerator to look inside.
“Why don’t you have any fresh ingredients?” he asked.
“This is a hotel, my dear. Why would I need fresh food?”
“I asked and you said that you had everything here! Then how am I supposed to cook for you without any ingredients?”
It’s like these two are talking on completely different channels, lol.
KDJ... you probably looked really broke - pale face, dark circles... It’s honestly not surprising if YJH wasn’t sure whether you had any money at all 😂
Ch.2 >> https://www.tumblr.com/fellina018/787864999239565312/what-if-12-you-are-so-lovely-ch2-insomnia?source=share
