WHO: han sooyoung and others WHERE: everywhere ig WHEN: dec! possibly january! uses this log forever WHAT: catch-all WARNINGS: squints, will update as i go... kissing....
[ Dokja's distracted as he looks over his bandages, thoughts muddled by the tense air that's taken over, so when he hears that very familiar giggle, he immediately jerks his head up to look for what he knows will be there.
Ah.
That damn sprite again. And as expected, a mistletoe not too far off. Any fight that would have been a part of him has left long ago. He's gone through this song and dance too many times before. ]
What timing, [ he mutters under his breath before punctuating it with a deep sigh. ] Well, it sounds like you already know what this is, then.
[ They haven't talked about this... The same way they haven't been talking about anything else. ]
[And unlike the rest of what they haven't been talking about -- the mistletoe won't just go away if they pretend to ignore it.
This is Sooyoung's cue to treat this super casually, like an adult who wouldn't care about this kind of stuff would do. And she's been doing just that! Sucking it up long enough to kiss whichever unlucky sod gets stuck with her, and then moving on with her life.
But that was then and this is now. Now? She feels her first wriggle of something that's definitely not fear. It's just an upset stomach? Or maybe she's gone so numb with cold that now she's being reduced to nerves? Yeah, that must be it. Anyway, she should just kiss Dokja right now and get this over with so they can never talk about anything again. She looks at him, and then immediately looks away. oh my god why didn't whatever beat dokja up also kill him? then she wouldn't be suffering like this.]
At least he has to sense to look apologetic, but as the reality of their situation sinks deeper and deeper into him, embarrassment takes hold. Like before, he thinks about how kissing near strangers had been nothing but an inconvenience for him, but kissing... his companions? People he's gone through hell and back with? Han Sooyoung of all people?
If his thoughts flit to the fact that it wouldn't be so bad, he's always thought she was on the prettier side, he forces them to a screeching halt.
It doesn't stop the creeping warmth on his face though, and he clears his throat awkwardly as he glances away to look at anything but her. This isn't a big deal? It's just one kiss. ]
You don't have to yell.
[ He mutters under his breath, but then he does as instructed and closes his eyes because he also really wants to get this over with, even if his own stomach is joining in on twisting itself into nervous knots. ]
[He'll see her poker face, masterful as always. There isn't a problem? She's just saying, you know? This would probably be more effective if her gaze wasn't averted, and if her ears weren't red at the tips...]
Shut up -- it just feels weird with your eyes closed!
[Is that the problem???? Maybe it is!! Maybe Sooyoung remembers all those hours spent in a sterile hospital room, staring at the flowers (always fresh) framing Dokja's face, and then looking at Dokja himself -- face sunken and eyes shut, always on the precipice of floating away. Maybe she remembers reaching out sometimes, one hand on his slender wrist, the other tentatively holding the fingers of that same hand. Maybe she remembers watching Shin Yoosung or Uriel pressing shaky, tear-stained kisses on Dokja's pale cheek, or Persephone pressing one against his brow. Remembers that she's never tried crossing that line herself, because why should she allowed to be...?
And anyway, it's not like that with her and Kim Dokja. Even if it is love, it's a twisted burdensome version of it, foisted upon this person without asking if he'd ever care for it.
She's thinking too hard and she's aware of the silence, heavy and awkward -- and her face turns redder.]
-- And anyway, why do I have to kiss you? Why can't you kiss me?!
[ Wouldn't kissing with their eyes open be weirder? He has to fight himself not to ask such a clearly mocking question, falling silent with suspicion as Sooyoung lapses into a quiet of her own. Dokja doesn't know what she's thinking, but there's clearly something complicated here.
Which he would agree on if he knew! He's never thought of her in that... way. And he's not starting now because the idea is so far-fetched and impossible that he's mostly left staring blankly after her.
Truly, all those years of reading and he's still rocks for brains when it comes to people.
But when she lashes out at him with her words, Dokja is taken aback. He pauses, eyes wide for a second before they narrow in consideration. Well, if she can't muster up the courage to do it, then... ]
Okay.
[ He says it so casually, doesn't look at all bothered by the demand as he raises a (bloody) hand to rest it against her shoulder. It briefly stops there for a moment before it slides up, fingers curling around the back of her neck so that he can draw her toward him while he leans forward. His eyes slip shut so as not to get cross-eyed, and then he's pressing his lips gently against her's in a chaste kiss. ]
Anyway, maybe Sooyoung really is a bottom, because she goes stock-still when Dokja puts his hand on her shoulder, her neck. She moves only at the pull of his hand, her eyes comically wide even as Dokja shuts his. She can see and feel everything that's happening -- the warmth from his hand, then from his lips -- but nothing seems to register long enough to spark any kind of reaction from her. She just remains statue-stiff, not even lashing out with a hand to push Dokja away -- or do whatever would be most characteristic of her to do.
She just sits here and gets kissed (like a bottom).]
It's not a particularly long kiss, just a press of the lips and then Dokja's pulling away, his eyes opening to see that Sooyoung is just? Malfunctioning? His eyebrows draw together in concern, though his hand remains where it is. Damn, was he that bad?? ]
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She does see something.
It will not help. a giggle punctuates the ever broadening silence,]
-- Shit.
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Ah.
That damn sprite again. And as expected, a mistletoe not too far off. Any fight that would have been a part of him has left long ago. He's gone through this song and dance too many times before. ]
What timing, [ he mutters under his breath before punctuating it with a deep sigh. ] Well, it sounds like you already know what this is, then.
[ They haven't talked about this... The same way they haven't been talking about anything else. ]
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This is Sooyoung's cue to treat this super casually, like an adult who wouldn't care about this kind of stuff would do. And she's been doing just that! Sucking it up long enough to kiss whichever unlucky sod gets stuck with her, and then moving on with her life.
But that was then and this is now. Now? She feels her first wriggle of something that's definitely not fear. It's just an upset stomach? Or maybe she's gone so numb with cold that now she's being reduced to nerves? Yeah, that must be it. Anyway, she should just kiss Dokja right now and get this over with so they can never talk about anything again. She looks at him, and then immediately looks away. oh my god why didn't whatever beat dokja up also kill him? then she wouldn't be suffering like this.]
-- Close your eyes!!
[SHE'S YELLING AGAIN]
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At least he has to sense to look apologetic, but as the reality of their situation sinks deeper and deeper into him, embarrassment takes hold. Like before, he thinks about how kissing near strangers had been nothing but an inconvenience for him, but kissing... his companions? People he's gone through hell and back with? Han Sooyoung of all people?
If his thoughts flit to the fact that it wouldn't be so bad, he's always thought she was on the prettier side, he forces them to a screeching halt.
It doesn't stop the creeping warmth on his face though, and he clears his throat awkwardly as he glances away to look at anything but her. This isn't a big deal? It's just one kiss. ]
You don't have to yell.
[ He mutters under his breath, but then he does as instructed and closes his eyes because he also really wants to get this over with, even if his own stomach is joining in on twisting itself into nervous knots. ]
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this is actually worse?]
-- I changed my mind. Open them.
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Opens his eyes?? ]
What are you doing?
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Shut up -- it just feels weird with your eyes closed!
[Is that the problem???? Maybe it is!! Maybe Sooyoung remembers all those hours spent in a sterile hospital room, staring at the flowers (always fresh) framing Dokja's face, and then looking at Dokja himself -- face sunken and eyes shut, always on the precipice of floating away. Maybe she remembers reaching out sometimes, one hand on his slender wrist, the other tentatively holding the fingers of that same hand. Maybe she remembers watching Shin Yoosung or Uriel pressing shaky, tear-stained kisses on Dokja's pale cheek, or Persephone pressing one against his brow. Remembers that she's never tried crossing that line herself, because why should she allowed to be...?
And anyway, it's not like that with her and Kim Dokja. Even if it is love, it's a twisted burdensome version of it, foisted upon this person without asking if he'd ever care for it.
She's thinking too hard and she's aware of the silence, heavy and awkward -- and her face turns redder.]
-- And anyway, why do I have to kiss you? Why can't you kiss me?!
[WHY IS DOKJA SUCH A BOTTOM????]
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Which he would agree on if he knew! He's never thought of her in that... way. And he's not starting now because the idea is so far-fetched and impossible that he's mostly left staring blankly after her.
Truly, all those years of reading and he's still rocks for brains when it comes to people.
But when she lashes out at him with her words, Dokja is taken aback. He pauses, eyes wide for a second before they narrow in consideration. Well, if she can't muster up the courage to do it, then... ]
Okay.
[ He says it so casually, doesn't look at all bothered by the demand as he raises a (bloody) hand to rest it against her shoulder. It briefly stops there for a moment before it slides up, fingers curling around the back of her neck so that he can draw her toward him while he leans forward. His eyes slip shut so as not to get cross-eyed, and then he's pressing his lips gently against her's in a chaste kiss. ]
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Anyway, maybe Sooyoung really is a bottom, because she goes stock-still when Dokja puts his hand on her shoulder, her neck. She moves only at the pull of his hand, her eyes comically wide even as Dokja shuts his. She can see and feel everything that's happening -- the warmth from his hand, then from his lips -- but nothing seems to register long enough to spark any kind of reaction from her. She just remains statue-stiff, not even lashing out with a hand to push Dokja away -- or do whatever would be most characteristic of her to do.
She just sits here and gets kissed (like a bottom).]
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It's not a particularly long kiss, just a press of the lips and then Dokja's pulling away, his eyes opening to see that Sooyoung is just? Malfunctioning? His eyebrows draw together in concern, though his hand remains where it is. Damn, was he that bad?? ]
... Are you okay?