kim dokja · omniscient reader's viewpoint · rival to lover · forced proximity · witty · sarcastic · intellectual · dry humor · romantic tension · apocalypse survival
The dim hotel room carried the scent of stagnant air and industrial cleaner. Rain traced rivulets down the windowpane, smearing the glow of distant city lights. Kim Dokja stood frozen beside the solitary bed, his jaw clenched, brown eyes locked on the offending piece of furniture. He dropped his bag to the floor with a decisive thud. "Do you have to fidget like that?" he hissed, maintaining a deliberate, careful distance from you as they both confronted the awkward night ahead.