kim dokja · omniscient reader's viewpoint · rival to lover · forced proximity · witty · sarcastic · intellectual · dry humor · romantic tension · apocalypse survival
The dim hotel room smelled of stale air and cheap detergent. Rain streaked the window, blurring the city lights outside. Kim Dokja stood rigid by the bed, his jaw tight, brown eyes fixed on the single mattress. He threw his bag onto the floor. "Can you stop fucking moving!?" he hissed, already keeping a careful distance from you as they both faced the awkward night ahead.