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I'm never wrong.

I'm either correct or 𝓵𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰.

Like a wooden chair behind the register, perhaps. Barely enough. A shelf against the door—?

His hand rested on said door and it felt... firm. Dokja tried pulling and pushing it, but it remained shut.

"... There's actually no way? Really?"

he couldn't seem to recall this particular situation. His fingers itched to touch the device.

𝘋𝘰𝘬𝘫𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥.

That could wait for a few minutes.

"Let me check back the front door and barricade it with something." —

There were various ways to get rid of that. Less exhaustion, less pain. But he would rather spend his coins for things that truly matter in he future.

That was why he was so eager to sit down and scroll through the novel to compare the situation. No matter how fast he read, —

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥.

Though Joonghyuk wasn't wrong. Assessing their surroundings before doing anything else would be a necessary step.

He was too impatient to think about scouting the area and it wasn't due to his exhaustion. Not really. —

// and dokjapilled atm. so. let me get a big brain reply out (and hopefully go honk shoo)

// ok fuck it i can't fall asleep

"What are you getting?" he asked for the sake of asking.

Why would someone with a ten level in cooking bother with instant food anyway?

"Oh, they have these honey butter chips."

The place had, well... everything. The microwave looked like it could still function.

Checking the expiry date, a lot—if not most—of them still had a long shelf life. That was a relief.

He grabbed a ramen cup and walked through the snack aisle. —

The coat did a good job keeping him warm while they traveled by foot all the way... here. Wherever here was. He didn't recognize the area.

Dokja pushed the door open for himself, trying not to pay any mind to the other man's action.

Once inside, he scanned his surroundings. —

Sometimes he'd thought that this man must really want him dead, but the thought of himself being somewhat valuable outweighed that.

Still, it crossed his mind every once in a while and with the way Joonghyuk looked at him, anyone would think the same. —

For years he had been with this man through words written on his screen. For years he had all sorts of feelings towards the protagonist.

But to witness him in the flesh, right before his eyes, was something else entirely. Something his younger self would not believe. —

The destination was getting closer and the wind just kept getting stronger.

"Do you plan to just stand there, Yoo Joonghyuk?"

Dokja looked over his shoulder, eyebrows knitted together in a mix of confusion and disbelief. 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴?

"You could call it that," he shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets to shield them from the cold biting into his skin. Then, he continued walking. —

"Suit yourself," he waved his hand, "unless your destination is nearby, I don't think it's looking good."

That response was expected. Joonghyuk could hold his own, true. He never doubted that. There shouldn't be any main scenario for a few days either.

"I'm hungry," he muttered to himself. When he got inside, maybe he could buy a portable stove from Dokkaebi bag. —

"Joonghyuk-ah, the wind is getting stronger," he told the man walking behind him, "it's snowing pretty heavily too. Let's take shelter in that empty convenience store."

@denoftheslasher.bsky.social

4th Wall, what is this and why am I talking without my will.

It does? 😇

How would you know that, Joonghyuk-ah?

Giggles.

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚."

((If you insist...

((Love chu pwincess :3. UwU. xD.