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No More Snow in the Mountains by spoonks
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
07 Apr 2024
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There were a handful of truths Kim Dokja was clinging onto by the tips of his frozen fingers.
One, he had woken up one day in a dimly lit cabin. Two, whoever had lived in the cabin before him was not happy. And three, between going to bed and waking up, he found himself in a completely new world.Bookmarked by 381042
13 Mar 2026
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“I really can’t go.”
“And why not? There isn’t anything keeping you here. We can keep you safe.”
“It’s not about being safe it’s about—”
“I would like it if you came,” Captain stated, smoothly interrupting ahjussi. There was the sound of the ladle being pulled out of the pot. “And I would like it if you stayed.”
The gentle sound of the ladle being placed in a clean bowl. “Is it strange to say I feel like I’ve known you before?”
More silence. Another sigh.
“No, it isn’t,” ahjussi replied softly. It sounded like a secret, uttered only between the two of them in between the pops of firewood burning and the gentle bubbling of a shared meal. Yoosung could hear their bowls and spoons clattering as they were organized. Was that the end? Adults certainly had some strange conversations.One of the best fantasy isekai joongdok fics ever. Such a different take on it.
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Unfortunately, thirty minutes into the party, his glass of mojito has nearly run dry, Sooyoung and Sangah aren’t here yet, and somebody slides into the seat next to him. He’s so absorbed in the webnovel he’s reading that he doesn’t even look their way, but then that person clears their throat, catching his attention anyway.
When Dokja does look up, three scenes pop up in his head:
- Han Sooyoung, earlier this week, saying there’s a limit to how much you can run away;
- Han Sooyoung, this morning, saying you’ll regret this; and
- Himself, two years ago in Toronto, saying, I don’t think I can do this anymore, Yoo Joonghyuk.
or: Kim Dokja's convoluted relationship with figure skating and Yoo Joonghyuk told through a love story that spans fourteen years.
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- Part 1 of salt, ice
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18 Mar 2026
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Joonghyuk doesn't elaborate on the whole retirement deal. Instead, he jumps onto another topic. “You should be in Milan too. I'll watch you medal, for real, this time.” His hold on Dokja’s waist tightens. “After that, we’ll move away from Toronto. Victoria is the mildest Canada gets. Vancouver is a bit colder, but it's more urban; you choose. In the meantime, we’ll figure out how to keep you healthy in Toronto.” Joonghyuk is rambling, is he nervous?
“Joonghyuk—”
“You want to stay in Seoul? Han Sooyoung and your mom would be closer. We'd still come home often even if we moved to BC, though.”
Dokja cuts Joonghyuk off with a kiss straight on his lips, before softly murmuring, “Vancouver is fine.”
Joonghyuk doesn’t pull away from Dokja when he replies, “Really?”
Dokja nods. “We would get to be married, there.”
Joonghyuk is wide-eyed for a second before he shuts his eyes and huffs. “And this is a proposal?”
“Not yet, pretty boy,” Dokja says, patting Joonghyuk's face. “But just to be clear, you are promised to me now. The real thing will have to wait until after we get our Olympic medals, though.”
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all my tomorrows by nyaightmare
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
14 Dec 2025
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Joonghyuk and Dokja slow-dance after cleaning up their living room.
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17 Mar 2026
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Joonghyuk starts moving his feet to initiate the actual dancing, but he is interrupted by Dokja clumsily stepping on his toes. Dokja looks down at their feet in guilt and turns his face back up to Joonghyuk to apologize. Only the first syllable manages to make it out of his mouth before Joonghyuk cuts him off with a soft kiss on the lips.
Dokja feels his face go warm and bites his lower lip, only for it to be kissed again. “Don’t bite it.” Joonghyuk scolds him. “Just focus.”
Joonghyuk starts leading the way for a dance again, slowly, and Dokja follows carefully.
Married joongdok. Slow dancing. Sweet sweet motherfuckers, I love them. I love this fic.
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A Bleeding Heart Is A Beating Heart by brannrice
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
04 Aug 2022
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“1864 times, Kim Dokja. That is how long it took for me to realize what truly had to be done.”
Kim Dokja tried to step back. He tried to run away, to escape the stench of blood filling his senses and the bodies of his friends that lay dead on the ground.
“So, you’ll have to forgive me for being impatient.”
OR: Kim Dokja is in every one of Yoo Joonghyuk's regression rounds, from the 3rd to the last. Just how does that change things?
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16 Mar 2026
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“One thousand, eight hundred and sixty-four times.”
Kim Dokja feels a chill go down his spine. He feels a foreboding sense of terror, as if he had unwittily entered a sinking ship. This is a Yoo Joonghyuk unwritten in Ways of Survival. This was not the man he grew up with.
“1864 times, Dokja-yah. That is how long it took for me to realize what truly had to be done.”
Kim Dokja trys to step back. He trys to run away, escape the stench of blood filling his senses and the bodies of of the innocents that lay dead on the ground.
“So, you’ll have to forgive me for being impatient.”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s grip is tight and bruising on his waist, keeping him rooted on the spot.
“Because, I will never let you leave me again."
After all, you and I - are we not companions in life and death?
Yandere joonghyuk, oh how I love you
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His arms stretched above his head until his spine gave a satisfying pop. The movement was accompanied by a soft groan—he had been sitting far too long, but the thrill of creating and fine-tuning his masterpiece kept him tethered to his desk.
“Yoo Joonghyuk, you perfect bastard,” Kim Dokja muttered, a crooked grin spreading across his face.
On the screen before him, a man with a piercing gaze and a jawline sharp enough to cut steel stared back at him. Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair, dark as midnight, framed his face in windswept layers, and his fur-lined armor gave him the air of someone both noble and deadly. His sword rested in its sheath at his side, its hilt gleaming with intricate runes Kim Dokja had designed down to the last detail.
Every element of Yoo Joonghyuk had been painstakingly crafted.
Or: Kim Dokja is a Game Developer who creates a character, Yoo Joonghyuk. But when the man appears before him, real and alive, Kim Dokja’s world starts crumbling and he has to learn how to navigate around this new reality he has found himself in, with Yoo Joonghyuk tagging along as his protective knight.
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16 Mar 2026
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Kim Dokja sniffled, the sound breaking through the fragile bubble of happiness that surrounded them, and tried to swipe at his face, to hide the tears that refused to stop. But Yoo Joonghyuk was faster, his thumb brushing over Kim Dokja's cheek, tender and deliberate, before pressing another kiss to his forehead. It was as though Yoo Joonghyuk continued kissing him not only to remind him that he was here, but also to continue erasing the pain of every day they had been apart until it wasn’t so painful, so utterly consuming.
“Why are you still crying?”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice was softer than Kim Dokja had ever heard it, laced with a warmth that made Kim Dokja’s chest tighten. It was the kind of softness that made him feel like he was the only thing in the world that mattered. Kim Dokja let out a wet laugh, still a little breathless from his tears.
“Because you won’t stop kissing me,” He said, his voice breaking with the laughter and tears mixing together. The words came out almost helpless, as if he couldn’t quite keep up with everything happening to him, everything he never thought he would get to feel again.
Yoo Joonghyuk paused for a beat, as if considering it, and then kissed him again, this time a little longer, a little more insistent, as though he had to prove to Kim Dokja just how much he had missed him. Kim Dokja groaned, the sensation of Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips against his almost too much to process, and buried his face in Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder.