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While i was reading some fanfics about ofcourse joongdok, i had this idea.
What if the apocalypse didn't happen? What if, when the novel finished, dokja finished the epilogue of the book, he was on his way out of the train when he saw someone so similar to the character in the novel he was reading.
He, ofcourse, had nothing to do all his life, secretly followed the man.
To which in dokjas surprise, had the same name, same personality, same godly looks and body.
So his curiosity got the better of him.
I just thought of this, i plan to add some springkle of angst and a massive shower fluff.
I had enough choking on my own tears because of their sad fate.
I had enough of receiving judgmental gazes from people whenever i let out a giggle while reading smut in public or at home.
It's time for fluff.
I'm slow at updates especially when I'm not really receiving any attention, if i really feel like it, I'll update.
I wanna make an au where dokja actually get the love he deserves and not get hurt by those son of a beaches,
I wanna make an au where unrequited love doesn't exist,
I wanna make an au where dokja would cry tears of joy instead of sad tears.
I just want our sweet baby boy be happy.
So yeah,
I dunno if i will add any smut, i like them but im bad at making them.
So don't expect much.
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Future me:
As you can see, above this message, my idea was the apocalypse to not happen and give them an actual peaceful life with no angst.
That would still be the idea in this fanfic except, I'll be changing it a bit.
I've thought of how to start this and it took me a whole day tp come up with a better story.
Just as i was about to go to bed, around 12am, this idea just came to me.
So, what if yjh regressed for god knows how many.
He's in a verge of insanity, the only thing keeping him from being insane was the thought of meeting his beloved companion again.
He woke up in the same train compartment he once started, staring at the same man he killed at the very beginning of the apocalypse.
He was waiting for the dokkaebi to show up (did i spell that right?)
A minute turned into 10, then 30.
The evil white ball of fluff that he's been waiting for didn't show up.
The doors of the train opened, revealing an exit to this god forsaken room he hated.
He didn't chose to go out, he chose to open the compartment next to his, scanning the room for dokja.
And there he was, sitting next to sangah while staring at his phone.
[Maybe.. This is the lifetime I've been dying for.]
So yah, my brain is only active for stories at night. I suddenly become a genius when I'm sleep deprived, idk if that's an adhd thing or I'm just weird.
