Chapter Text
“Do you want a head?”
“What?!” screeches Bihyung.
“No need to shout like that,” Kim Dokja says, nursing his ears. “I have sensitive ears. You could just say no if you hated it that much. I thought you’d appreciate it. It’s a token of gratitude, for saving my daughter. You can offer something else, if you want — as long as it's within reason, of course.”
He speaks calmly, as if this is something completely normal. Has Kim Dokja made similar offers before? Suggested sexual favours to show his gratitude? This has been sprung too quick on him, Bihyung has no idea on how to deal with it, who the HELL asks if they could blow you in the middle of the public. Bihyung should have known that something was up when the bastard asked him out on dinner — but he has a stupid crush and anyways, thought that Kim Dokja, the cheap bastard he is, wanted to make him buy dinner for him (he did).
Bihyung needs a couple — no, a whole lot of moments, preferably days, to digest this.
His brain is starting to leak out of his ears. How do you respond when the guy you have been low-key crushing on for years asks whether you want a head out of nowhere? And what exactly did Kim Dokja mean by he could offer something else? Let's say that Bihyung asked him to get down on his knees — would he… do that? Or if Bihyung pushed further and told him to spread his legs and show him exactly how he got —
“Did you eat something wrong?” Kim Dokja asks, abruptly interrupting his fantasy and throwing back into reality. “Why are you so red in the face?”
“I’m not!” Bihyung immediately denies as he internally reels back in horror. What was he just thinking right now? In public, too? His dick is, thankfully, not hard, yet. Just a little bit but not enough that people would start to notice, if he got up now. This is all Kim Dokja’s fault.
Everything is always Kim Dokja’s fault. Bihyung grits his teeth. He really wants to throw something at the bastard’s head but all he has in hand now is a fork.
“So? Do you want the head or not?”
“Right now?” Bihyung blurts.
Kim Dokja blinks. “What? No. That would be impractical. We’re in public? Do you want everyone to see?”
…Bihyung feels like he’s going insane right now. Of course, Kim Dokja wouldn’t have meant right now unless he's some kind of exhibitionist.
“I’ll come over later, once I get everything ready.” Kim Dokja continues to say. “You don’t have any other plans, right?”
“No! No, I don’t.” Bihyung rushes to say and grimaces. He didn’t sound that eager did he?
Kim Dokja looks at him oddly, but doesn't comment on that. “Good.” He says, and that’s the end of that.
…
Bihyung still has no fucking clue on what the hell just happened. What did Kim Dokja mean by get ready? A shower? Or something else? His mind is reeling. He doesn’t know how he manages to make it home.
He’s taken a shower and is wearing a robe, currently as he sits on his bed and waits for Kim Dokja to come. He has no! fucking! clue! on what’s going on! on how he’s supposed to deal with this situation!
He consulted google, which only gave him even more of a headache. How long is Kim Dokja going to take? How long is ‘later’? Is Bihyung supposed to sit here for hours, in a bathrobe, to wait for Kim Dokja? This whole situation is embarrassing and insane and proceeding way too fast. Exactly how was Kim Dokja thinking of giving him a head, how does he do it? Would he bend down on his knees immediately or would he kiss him first? Bihyung is getting ahead of himself.
He should put on some clothes first. Why is he going to make it easier for the bastard? After what Kim Dokja put him through, he should at least put some work into this and take off his pants instead of Bihyung giving it all willingly to him — oh god, what was he thinking. What if Kim Dokja thinks he’s easy when he sees him like this. Before Bihyung can actually get up and put on something, the door rings.
He freezes.
That must be…
The door rings again, more insistent and annoying and who else could that be if not Kim Dokja? Bihyung feels apprehensive as he gets up and walks to the door. He isn’t ready at all for this. It isn’t how he imagined him and Kim Dokja to happen — not that he thinks that Kim Dokja actually likes him, or maybe he does a little. You wouldn’t offer to blow someone if you weren't attracted to them a little bit, right? Bihyung could take that. After years of absolutely no indication of Kim Dokja’s attraction towards him, despite Bihyung giving him many signals, he could take this small notion that maybe Kim Dokja might possibly have some attraction towards him.
The door rings again.
“I’m coming!” Bihyung shouts, annoyed. He walks faster and opens the damned door.
Kim Dokja is waiting on the other side. Bihyung knew this. But still. It’s.
“…You just came out of the shower.” Kim Dokja comments, like he didn’t expect that. He sounds a bit odd, too, but Bihyung could care less to think about that now.
“How are we going to do this?” Bihyung asks, getting quick to the point. It’s better to deal with this sooner than later or he’ll go more crazy the longer this waits.
“What?”
“Do you want to do it in the bedroom or in the hallway? Or the living room? I don’t mind where. Is there something I should know beforehand? Do you hate getting your hair grabbed? Is kissing okay.” Bihyung speaks as quick as he can, and trying to look like he’s composed and not the mess he actually feels like.
“What?” Kim Dokja repeats, more loudly.
“What,” Bihyung says, annoyed. Is that all Kim Dokja could say? “Why do you keep repeating —” Hold on, there’s something off here. Bihyung’s eyes go wide as he registers Kim Dokja’s confusion.
There’s a small chance. There’s a very small chance but there might be a possibility that Bihyung has been misunderstanding everything that has happened and he’s currently standing in front of Kim Dokja with a bathroom and a hard on when Kim Dokja came here for completely different intentions.
He watches in horror as Kim Dokja comes to some kind of realisation and flushes bright red. “What — what did you think I was suggesting?!” He screams.
“You said you’d give me a head!”
“I meant! An actual one! A human one!” Kim Dokja screeches as he holds up a bag. “Didn’t you say that you needed one???”
“Who the fuck phrases it like that!”
“How else am I supposed to phrase it??? How could you misunderstand like that—are you hard?”
Bihyung grabs the closest thing to him — which is his jacket — and throws it right at Kim Dokja and races the hell out of there.
He doesn’t count on Kim Dokja following him. “Why the fuck are you following me?” Bihyung shouts as he picks up his pace. He should have closed the door on him. He should have kicked him out.
“The head! You forgot the head!” Kim Dokja shouts back, like that was logical. He doesn’t want to ever hear the word ‘head’ come from Kim Dokja ever again.
“Just leave it there!” Bihyung screams, as he enters his bedroom and slams the door and sinks right on the floor and buries his head in his face. This is officially the worst day ever.