Kim Dokja was blinded by the bright sun shining into the room. He groaned and turned away from it, but something was wrapped around his body and it felt like there was something inside his hole. Opening his eyes looking around, he was in a strange bed chamber; unlike his, this one was accented by soft shades of black.
When he went to sit up, the person behind him prevented him from doing so. As he turned back he saw the bastard asleep and holding him from behind. The memories from the previous evening rushed back into his mind.
"A-Ah...ngh!" he loudly moaned out as the prince's fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. Joonghyuk's eyes gleamed deviously, making sure to prod at the spot repeatedly after seeing–
His entire face flushed in shame as he recalled it. He never knew that sex would feel so good… He vigorously shook his head and looked out the window. It looked like the sun had just risen, according to the clock on the wall it just hit noon. His family were probably looking for him with how he had up and left the banquet the night before.
When he tried getting up again, he just flopped back onto the pillows, his entire body was sore and there was still a cock shoved up his ass. Lifting the covers to check his lower body he tried to gently move off of Yoo Joonghyuk, afraid of waking him up. But Yoo Joonghyuk slammed himself back into Dokja's overstimulated prostate every time he tried to get off, making him bite his lip to quiet his groans. As if his bottom wasn't already sore enough.
He tried shoving himself off of the prince, no longer caring if he woke up, all that was on his mind was to get out of here. However, Dokja used too much force and fell off the bed. Luckily there was carpet under the bed, but when he landed the pain in his hips made itself apparent. He closed his eyes tightly from the pain, and even though he didn't look at his body, he knew he was covered in bite marks and hickeys.
"Damn Sunfish..." he whispered in frustration. Bracing his arm on the nightstand next to the bed, Dokja tried to lift himself off the floor. He was barely able to sit himself on the edge of the bed again. Looking at the other man, he saw that Yoo Joonghyuk was stirring, sitting up and looking around the room with bleary eyes. As soon as his eyes landed on Kim Dokja's, they widened comically. Dokja stared back for a second before he frantically took the blanket and covered his body.
The bastard scowled at him and asked, "You....what the hell are you doing here?" He would have answered, but all he could recall from before they slept together was helping the crown prince to his room, with the other man kissing him out of no where.
Dokja, appalled, yelled out, "You...Your the one that kisse—*cough*" He gripped his neck. His throat was as dry as a desert and each word he shouted out only made it hurt more.
Yoo Joonghyuk glared at him as if he wanted to choke Kim Dokja to death. "What nonsense are you talking about?" he huffed out, irritated.
"Wow, Your Highness...to think that you would still deny it, the way you bared yourself to me last night—*cough*" He was able to rasp out. He can't believe Yoo Joonghyuk would try to play dumb about what they did. Joonghyuk stood up and approached him, gripping Dokja's wrist tightly as he leaned into his face.
"Tell me, was this your plan all along?" he asked, looking into his eyes. Kim Dokja shrunk at the disgusted look that Yoo Joonghyuk was giving him. He wrenched his wrist out of the prince's grip, infuriated.
"What the hell you bastard, you're the one that had your way with me! Now you're saying you don't remember!?Fuck off!" he yelled as best as he could and turned away, picking up his strewn clothes and putting them on.
"This was a mistake," Yoo Joonghyuk muttered behind him. Something in Dokja's heart started to ache, and he was finding it hard to breathe. He bit his lower lip and turned to face Yoo Joonghyuk, their eyes locking.
"You're right....it was a fucking mistake, we should forget it ever happened..." he muttered quietly.
Joonghyuk nodded, "Agreed, not a word of this shall get out." Dokja kept getting ready. He only heard the prince's footsteps going around the room, then a loud click sounded out. Glancing over at him, Dokja saw that the prince moved the book shelves. Where the selves had stood previously was now the entrance to a secret tunnel.
Prince Joonghyuk gestured to it, "Use this tunnel so you don't make a scene." Dokja wanted to hit the bastard on the head, what was he, a one-time fling? He clenched his fists and wordlessly entered the tunnel without looking back, the passage quietly closing behind him.
The tunnel was just a straight passage forward, with a small wooden exit at the end. The exit was somewhat horizontal close to the ceiling, like the entrance to an attic. When he went to open it,a few leaves fell on him. After removing the leaves that were piled on top of the door, he was able to get out. The sun's rays immediately hit him so he had to shield his eyes.
After taking a quick look around he recognized he was in a forest close to the Deus Ex Machina: Bridge of Two's. He didn't waste any time and began walking, gritting his teeth past the soreness in his back and hips that stung him with every step. He just took a deep breath and continued his walk of shame back and hips that stung him
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He had just arrived at the manor gates when the knights guarding it approached him urgently. "Young Master, The Lord and Lady of the House were looking for you..." one of them said, their words trailing off as they examined him from head to toe.
"But... are you alright, Young Master?" he asked. Dokja just sighed and assured them in a hurry before walking past them. If anyone were to look at him closely, he looked like a mess. His clothes were wrinkled and dirty, his hair was sticking out at odd angles, and he had to use his coat to hide the marks around his neck.
When he arrived at the mansion's entrance, he saw many knights gathered in line around the Duke. His father was saying something to them, his face grim. Confused about what the commotion was about, Dokja approached them.
"Father?" he called to him, and the duke's head shot up to look at his son.
"Kim Dokja," he breathed out, his expression welling with relief as he walked over to him. Dokja went to smile and greet him as normal but was taken aback when the duke suddenly hugged him tightly.
"Thank goodness, you're fine," he said, breaking away. "What happened to you? Why did you only come home now?" he looked down at him, worried.
"Kim Dokja!?" When the two men noticed the Duchess with Namwoon, Sooyoung, Heewon, Jiwon, and Sangah running over to them, Dokja took the chance to hastily dodge the question. Persephone enveloped him in her arms.
"Thank goodness, I thought something happened to you." He was about to respond when someone hit him on the head. When he whipped his head around to see who did it, he saw Han Sooyoung sneering at him.
"Hey, what's the big deal!?" he yelled, but she just scoffed at him.
"You're always making your family worried," she told him bluntly, then she turned her head away. Dokja grinned, knowing she was concerned about him as well.
"Lady Jiwon..." he greeted, she smiled at him, relieved as everyone else but still worried.
"I'm glad that you're okay, Sir Dokja…" she started, but her eyes wandered over his clothing, looking at the various tears and stains in them. He just shook his head at her and grinned, about to say something when Sooyoung abruptly exclaimed.
"Ok stop with that, now let's talk about what exactly happened to you," and her eyes narrowed at him. He swallowed, racking his mind for any decent excuses.
"Well...can we discuss it in the common room? I'm a bit parched from the trip…" he proposed, trying to buy himself a bit more time to think of something to tell them. The group exchanged glances before turning to face Kim Dokja again as the duke cleared his throat.
"Fine then, let's move there." The duke went over to dismiss the knights he'd originally gathered before leading the group inside the manor. Dokja exhaled in relief, though he could still feel Han Sooyoung staring at him. He was breally considering the option of just coming out and admitting "I was fucked by his highness, The Crown Prince."
He sighed and continued walking until the group reached the common room, where they sat down in silence as the maids placed the tea and desserts on the table. Sensing the serious atmosphere, the maids left as soon as they werebfinished setting up the table.
After a few moments, Dokja swallowed nervously but summoned the courage to speak. He told his family that he had too much to drink at the party and had wandered out to the garden to get some fresh air. But he was so drunk that he didn't realize that he had stumbled out of the garden and into the nearby forest.
Eventually, the exertion and alcohol made him black out in the middle of the forest, where he awoke this morning. As much of a fool as this story probably made him out to be, it was a much better alternative to the truth. He didn't know if his family was actually believing his stories at this point, all of them giving unsure and doubtful glances at each other as he told them what happened. Nevertheless, they all let out sighs of exasperation.
"I'm glad that you're okay, my dear. But please, don't do something so irresponsible like that again." Persephone sighed out softly, wearing a troubled expression. Kim Dokja awkwardly smiled at her.
"Don't worry Mother, I'll make sure not to do that again." Then Hades spoke out, he turned his attention to his father.
"We really need you to bring someone with you if you're going somewhere, or at least let them know where you're going, son"
"I will, Father." Looking around the room, his gaze landed on Yoo Sangah. She was staring at him, an inexplicable emotion on her face, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Why is she staring at me like that?