Where Kim Dokja read TWSA again.

But... there's something wrong with this chapter, right? ∑(°ロ°)

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(Beta Reader by Bethy✨)
(Word : 1.6k)

WARNING :

SIMP!Dokja in UR AREA

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[Kim Dokja's POV]

Black eyes had been staring at that paragraph for two minutes.

"This is... a rare moment?" the 22-year-old whispered, sounding almost incredulous.

Kim Dokja tried rubbing his eyes repeatedly, and rereading the newest chapter of his favorite novel all over again until the vibes returned. But still-

[  "My favorite type?" Reddish-brown eyes blinked in surprise. It was a bit awkward as the two teenage girls of different ages kept looking at each other.

"Yes! Yes! That's right! I'm curious too! Please, Oppa? Hmm? Jebal* ?" The 14-year-old teen, Shin Yoosung, who had joined Jonghyuk's party shortly after, cast a pleading look at the taller man. *(Please in Korean)

"I'm curious too... we just want to know!" the other teenage girl, now 19 years old, said with the same sparkling eyes.

"Hey! Don't force hyung to answer, okay?! You're giving Baram-hyung a headache!"

"What the heck! You're a meanie, Woonie!"

"DON'T FUCKIN' CALL ME WOONIE YOU CRAZY GIRL-?!"

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY-?!"

"Guys, calm down, hm?" The tanker of their group immediately stepped in and prevented the two teenagers from fighting. In turn Earning a grateful look from the younger man.

"Are you attracted to women? Or men? Or both?" Yoosung, ignoring the other two members, continued with her question.

Hanibaram, the red-haired man who had been following their group for the past month gave Lee Jihye a disapproving look. To which the dark-haired woman shook her head in reply, that she was not the one influencing their group's maknae.

Lee Hyunsung chuckled at the sight of Hanibaram's distress while trying to contain the enthusiasm of the two youngest female members.

"Let me think first, arra?" ]

Dokja gaped a little.

Did the author seriously write this scene? In a novel with the genre Action, Mystery, Fantasy, Apocalypse?!

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I-Isn't that okay? Knowing your idol's favorite type ? 👁👁

[  "Hmm... I don't care if they are male or female," began Hanibaram, making a soft humming sound and his reddish-brown eyes twinkled so beautifully, mystically if you will. Capturing the entire focus of the group, both those sitting near and far.

"Don't want to get close?" asked the white-haired woman, chuckling a little beside their leader who snorted but did not reply.

"As long as they're strong-"  ]

Suddenly, the black-haired man glanced at his body. He deflated as he realized that he was not strong at all. Look at these damn muscles! There aren't even any prominent muscles that he can show off!

... maybe... Dokja can start exercising to build up his body?

[  "Then? Then? What else! Aaaaahhh, you're making me so curious!" squealed Shin Yoosung, drawing disapproving snickers from the white-haired teenage boy.

"Don't push my hyung!" exclaimed Kim Namwoon, earning a tongue lashing from Yoosung. Lee Hyunsung rushed in to break up the impending fight.

"I like people with beautiful faces-"  ]

Dokja got up from his seat on the edge of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Glancing at his... very average face. There was nothing handsome or beautiful about him and ugh-the reality was hard to accept ಥ⌒ಥ)

Starting to take care of your face at 22 doesn't sound so bad, does it? It just so happens that Korea is currently the center of the beauty industry-

[  "Oh! Master and Seolhwa-eonnie are in that category!"

"So I'm not handsome, hyung?"

"I'm not pretty, Oppa?"

"Hyunsung-oppa also has a wide chest-!"

"Ji-jihye! >////<)"

"Then, what else, Oppa? It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, strong and beautiful, right?" the pale-skinned face flushed with embarrassment and everyone looked stunned at the sight.

The snow-white haired woman couldn't stop chuckling as their leader was now gawking strangely with flushed ears, so cute.  ]

Yoo Jonghyuk... CUTE...?! ∑(⊙口⊙||)

"Woman!" accused Dokja, throwing his phone away on the bed with a shocked look on his face. He was breathing heavily while his hands unenthusiastically pointed at the phone repeatedly.

"This story must have been written by a woman!"

Kim Dokja then got disco goosebumps, imagining that an annoying, arrogant figure like Yoo Jonghyuk was... DAMN CUTE-?!

[  "Kind to me-"

"Who wouldn't be kind to you, Oppa?"

"If there were, I'd cut them all down for you, hyung!" ]

This is his Hanibaram!

He deserves a figure who is kind, attentive, and adores him! Only Hanibaram deserves the world of that figure so whoever becomes Hanibaram's lover must guard this man loved by nature with all his/her body and soul!

Ah... he's rambling, isn't he?

[  "Then? What else, Oppa?"

"This... is the last one..." Hanibaram chuckled to himself, still having a sweet blush on his face. Reddish-brown eyes framed by lush lashes peered at the faces of the party members one by one, and then said in a small voice.

"... have a lot of money."

Silence engulfed them for a moment. Then it turned into an uproar as the three youngest members scrambled to praise themselves, along with the Tanker who laughed, trying to stop the overzealous ducklings.

"I have a lot of money, hyung!"

"You? You're poor!!!"

"Me! Me! I have a cool Sponsor!"

"Looks like I need to save up..."

"Cheer up, Yoosungie." ]

If Hanibaram likes money, then as a loyal fan, Kim Dokja will save up!!! 

[  "I have a lot of money."

Came a voice interrupting their conversation with a haughty snort. Hands folded in front of his chest and jet-black eyes looked at everyone with a dismissive gaze. Behind the man, Seolhwa couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm rich-"  ]

"AAAKKHHH-!!!!"

Dokja threw the cell phone back as if it were a horrible plague. A sour grin accompanied by a disgusted sneer at the thought of Yoo fucking Jonghyuk participating in Hanibaram's best type competition.

Aishh! what the shibal saekkiya is this chapter?

Why did Writer-nim suddenly add that... Yoo Jonghyuk scene?!

This is an insult!

"You betrayed me, Writer-nim! You traitor!!!" (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

And our dear Reader suffered through the night with nightmares of Yoo Jonghyuk being the true Hanibaram type...

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[Six months later...]

"Hey, is it just my feeling that the new guy has gotten taller?"

"Crazy wow, his face looks better too?"

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"Is that the same Kim Dokja who was in our group three months ago?! "

"Looks like the girlfriend effect is really work... I see Dokja-ssi always doing morning runs around the complex park."

"I've seen him at the gym too!"

"Whoah..."

The man who was the main object of the office staff's admiration otherwise did not stop smiling at his cell phone screen.

More precisely, it was written on the screen:

[  Hanibaram's Ideal Type (p≧w≦q) :  

* STRONG - So, let's exercise and strengthen this pathetic body!
* BEAUTIFUL - take care of your face until it becomes handsome and pretty!
* KIND - I will be the BEST human being for you!
* RICH - my savings are yours!  ]

Actually, Dokja himself found it rather ridiculous that he was trying to change for the sake of a fictional character.

Hanibaram isn't even real.

Neither was Yoo Jonghyuk.

But... the smile on the 23-year-old's face softened.

Even if it was just a piece of writing... they were all the man's home and solace. Even if it was just a writing, they were the ones who had saved him over and over again when life had led him to a painful end. Even if it was just a piece of writing, they brought Dokja from a bitter reality to a sweet dream.

And even if it was just writing, Dokja was happy with the thought that he was changing for the sake of the one who had saved him, In order for him to be worthy to stand by that person's side.

(Even if that figure is only a fiction-)

Black eyes sparkling with starlight blinked away the tears that were about to fall down his cheeks. Instead he chuckled, and began to refocus on his work. Feeling that today would be another good day without the rain of sadness falling on it.

Although there were days when Dokja felt full of pain, fear, and crying, there were other days when Dokja filled his heart with hope and smiles.

And you are the reason why I am still here.

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[Somewhere far away]

The woman chuckled amusedly.

The cat-like eyes looked at her beloved Reader who was slowly changing.

From a frame that looked fragile, it gradually began to become a figure that could be relied upon.

The woman sighed, resting her chin on her hand to inspect every inch of that face.

It was not wrong for her to write that scene. Although it was mostly for the selfish reason of seeing his reaction, on the other hand, the change that occurred surprised her.

"Hanibaram..."

The usually bland candy somehow tasted sweeter?

"Roksoo-ah... you see this, hm? He's so in love with you?" The woman wiped away the tears that were about to spill, then chuckled cheerfully with eyes filled with affection.

"Poor Jonghyuk, you should be careful~"

There were four shadowy people standing at the center of the ruined building, somehow filled with fields of blooming flowers.

Three had black hair and the other had long red hair.

Laughter could be heard from them.

A man with straight black hair was rubbing the cheek of the man with red hair. The two stared at each other until their smiles were always present on their lips.

The tallest man, with wavy black hair hugged the couple's frame with his warm arms.

While the shoulder-length black-haired woman giggled by their side, she proceeded gave a kiss to the two men who were now leaning on each other.

The image blurred and merged with the sweet white light background.

It was like witnessing a beautiful encounter.

The sound of bells echoed and disappeared with their laughter.