Simulation [2/3?]
Title: Simulation [2/3?]
Pairing: Junseung
Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror
Rating: NC17
Summary: Junhyung spends every waking hour with a beautiful boy and someone else controlling his body.
Notes: I'm sorry if it's not a very good sequel T.T
Junhyung feels an unusual rush of excitement as he’s forced outside, Hyunseung’s slender wrist trapped in his. ‘Are we going on a date?’ Hyunseung asks as he raises an arm to shield his eyes from the sun. Junhyung stops by his car and as he watches Hyunseung move around to the other side he notices how pale the other has become. ‘Sure, Why not’ Junhyung smiles as he slips into the luxurious car. Hyunseung practically melts onto the smooth interior beside him, fingers stroking leather seats and Junhyung’s thigh.
Junhyung directs the car without much thought, grip light on the steering wheel. He doesn’t know the neighbourhood, can’t really remember the faces of the family next door or the elderly woman across the street. There are no street names and all the houses pass by in a blur of muted colours. ‘It’s getting pretty late’ Hyunseung observes, fingers tickling the inside of his thighs. He’s right of course, the sky is rapidly darkening and he can’t remember the last time he stayed out late. Old Junhyung - Free Junhyung would go drinking in clubs and dance with girls before falling back to soft pastel pillows. Now he spends most evenings on the couch with Hyunseung’s hands tangled in his hair.
‘Order whatever you want’ Junhyung says as a pretty young girl directs them to a booth. Her skirt is short, uniform bubble-gum pink and a few years ago she would have been just Junhyung’s type. Hyunseung’s eyes sparkle, it’s been too long since their last date and Junhyung can’t help but steal glances at the older boy, even as his finger moves over the menu. The word cheeseburger catches his eye and he feels his mouth begin to water. It’s been so long since he’s had one. ‘I think I’ll have the steak’ He finds himself saying, suddenly not so hungry. Hyunseung nods and although his eyes shine, clearly having seen something he likes. ‘I can’t decide’ He feigns, irritation in his eyes as he lays down the menu. ‘Order for me?’ Junhyung nods and his eyes fall to where Hyunseung’s fingertips linger over the word lasagne.
‘Can I take your orders?’ The girl pops up beside them, face perfectly painted with make-up. Junhyung nods. ‘One steak and one lasagne’ Hyunseung’s eyes light up and the girl disappears to the kitchen. ‘You treat me so well’ Coos Hyunseung, cheeks tinted red as he reaches for Junhyung’s hands. Junhyung entwines their fingers, feels Hyunseung’s hands trembling in his own and slides a little closer in the corner booth. The waitress returns with two glasses of room-temperature cola.
As they leave the restaurant a man stops them, his large hand reaching out to snag Hyunseung’s wrist. The pretty man stops, eyes wide with confusion. ‘Hello Beautiful’ The man smiles though his eyes are nervous and unsure. His hair is cropped short, spiked oddly at the back and he looks older than both Junhyung and Hyunseung. Hyunseung giggles unwillingly in response. He takes a small step forwards, touching the inside of the taller man’s elbow. ‘Hyunseung’ replies the doe-eyed boy. ‘It’s time to go’ Growls Junhyung, tugging at Hyunseung’s hand a little harder than he’d meant to. He’s met with relieved eyes but that doesn’t stop him from dragging the older to the car.
He pushes Hyunseung into the back of the car, crawling over him to press down the mechanic locks. The other stares up at him with wide eyes. ‘Jun-ah. I’m sorry’ He murmurs through barely parted lips. Junhyung isn’t a possessive man and he certainly doesn’t get jealous, not usually. But there’s something coursing through him, some emotion that’s being forced into him and he’s tearing at the other’s clothing. ‘Your mine’ He growls, voice not quite his own.
Hyunseung looks completely terrified beneath him, fingers clutching to the front of Junhyung’s shirt as the latter pulls at their jeans. ‘I’m sorry’ Hyunseung pleads, pulling at Junhyung’s collar to get his attention. It doesn’t help because he already has Junhyung’s full attention and the boy hates himself as he presses his hands to the back of Hyunseung’s knees and pulls up. Hyunseung’s hands are forced from his shirt, knees falling over Junhyung’s shoulders and he pushes into Hyunseung without warning.
Hyunseung’s yelp is muffled behind tightly closed lips and he clings to the back of his own thighs because it’s the only anchor he has as Junhyung pounds into him at a brutal pace. Junhyung squeezes his eyes shut, lips moving against Hyunseung’s forehead. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. One of his hands finds its way between them, closing around Hyunseung half-hard cock and they both gasp in surprise. Junhyung’s pace doesn’t falter but he meets eyes with Hyunseung and the other is blushing in the darkness.
They cum together just moments later, Hyunseung moaning against Junhyung’s ear as the other thrusts more languidly into him and rides out their orgasm. They fight the rising sense of panic. Dates out are rare and Junhyung never touches Hyunseung when the sex is rough. Junhyung shifts, allowing Hyunseung to bring his legs down before settling awkwardly on top of him. ‘Forgive me’ He barely whispers from Hyunseung’s chest and he’s scared the other didn’t hear him until he feels Hyunseung gently squeeze his forearm.
They meet a new neighbour some days later, a tall man with high cheekbones and sharp eyes. ‘Hi, I’m Doojoon. I just moved into the town house next door’ He purrs, fingers curling around Hyunseung’s hand. Junhyung watches from the kitchen table where he’s eating breakfast, jealousy bubbles in the pit of his stomach as he recognises the familiar man. Hyunseung smiles politely, a pretty blush staining his neck as he steps back to let the stranger inside. ‘Are you hungry?’ He asks, every part the perfect house wife. Doojoon shakes his head, taking a seat opposite Junhyung.
‘You have a beautiful home here’ He says, lips turned up at the corners though his eyes dart from Junhyung’s face to Hyunseung’s back as he prepares tea and snacks. ‘What do you do?’ Junhyung asks, knowing it’s an odd reply to Doojoon’s statement. ‘I’m a thief’ States the other, lacking the confidence and swagger that Junhyung imagines should be there; Car thief, Kleptomaniac, Thief of hearts. Junhyung nods. ‘Well it’s time for me to go to work. I’m a doctor, you know’
There’s a heavy weight in his stomach like he knows something bad is going to happen and he almost chokes himself with his tie. Hyunseung is already at the door, seemingly eager to see him leave and Junhyung can see the fear in his over-expressive eyes. So he feels it too. He glances away to see Doojoon watching. The unwanted guest is leaning back, an arm slung over the back of his chair and Junhyung knows he’s going to end up hurt. They all are.
‘I’ll see you tonight’ He smiles and presses a kiss to Hyunseung’s lips. He tightens his arms around the other man, squeezes him to his chest. Hyunseung bows his head a little as Junhyung touches his hair and busies himself adjusting Junhyung’s tie. He smooths it out, palm flat against Junhyung’s chest. ‘Have a good shift’ Hyunseung is already by Doojoon’s side as he steps out the door.
He returns to an empty house. The lights are off but the TV is blaring with noise in the living room. ‘Seungie? Where are you Hyunseung-ah?’ He calls as he makes his way from one dark room to another. He knows Hyunseung isn’t here, probably hasn’t been for a few hours now and if he goes across the street then Doojoon won’t be home either. He can’t be sure how long he’s been in this reality for now, days blend together and the weather never changes but this is the first time Hyunseung hasn’t met him at the door and he’s painfully aware of it.
He passes the rest of the evening as usual, fixes a sandwich and settles down to watch mundane TV shows. There’s a baseball game on the TV but he was never interested in that and the cooking channel is teaching how to make perfect Kimchi. He’s Korean. Making Kimchi is in his veins. The romance channel makes his heart shudder in his chest and this is a whole new take on feeling love sick. His head spins as he pushes himself from the leather sofa and he throws himself into their shared bed hoping to sleep the night away.
Hyunseung slides beside him into the bed some hours later smelling of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke. Junhyung knows he has no right to say anything; this whole relationship is for the sake of whatever whoever this thing is that’s controlling them. He shouldn’t feel so attached to the other man but he does. ‘Listen, Junhyung-ah. I’m sorry’ Hyunseung’s hand is gentle on his shoulder, delicate hand cool against his bare collarbone and he shrugs him away. ‘Forget it’ He growls, inching away and he buries his face into the pillow. It smells of Hyunseung.
‘No, listen’ Hyunseung growls, tugging on Junhyung’s shoulder till the other rolls onto his back. Junhyung doesn’t make eye contact with him. Just stares up at the ceiling. He has control over his body and for the first time he wishes he didn’t. His lover, the man he’s grown to love has been out with another man and he can’t keep his own thoughts straight. Hyunseung isn’t his and no one can help who they fall in love with. Hyunseung went out with Doojoon while under control but there had been a shift some hours ago and Hyunseung hadn’t rushed back.
‘It isn’t like that’ He murmurs, tangling his hands with Junhyung’s unresponsive fingers. ‘I was just out with a friend’ Hyunseung makes sure to emphasise that last word and Junhyung turns his head, feeling guilty. The alarm clock on his nightstand reads 11:00pm. There’s an awkward silence between them and Hyunseung lifts up the other’s hand, pressing kisses to the tips of Junhyung’s fingers, knuckles and palm. ‘I need you like you need me’ Hyunseung echoes his words from months ago, lips brushing the inside of Junhyung’s wrist. Junhyung turns to him, taking in Hyunseung’s delicate features in the half-light with large brown eyes and it’s moments like these when Hyunseung is most beautiful. Raw, open and completely himself. There’s an odd shift in the air around them and Junhyung thinks he’s about to lose control again.
The other drops his hands like it’s fire and the elder jumps back in surprise. ’Who are you? Where am I?’ The pretty boy stares at him with wide eyes and Junhyung is surprised by how quickly he got off the bed. ‘I could ask you the same thing’ He murmurs, throwing his feet over the side of the bed. Junhyung examines his hands. There’s a warm band of metal around his finger that isn’t the familiar weight of his favourite skull ring but is in fact a solid gold wedding band. He looks up at the other boy who’s edging around the wall and notices an identical band on his ring finger. Oh god. How much did I drink last night?
‘Look’ Says the brunette across the room with large doe-like eyes and wiry muscles. ‘I don’t know what sort of game this is you’re playing but I want an answer. Now’ He adds, twitching nervously. His hand closes around a vase on top of the dresser and he clings to it like a lifeline. Junhyung swallows, backing up to press his own back to the cool cream walls. ‘I’m just as confused as you are. Last thing I remember I was at the club’ Junhyung raises his hands defensively. He’s not sure why, the other boy doesn’t look like he could do that much damage. He’s all sinewy muscles and slender limbs.
The last thing he remembers is a girl with long black hair and a skirt that barely covers her ass. Her legs go on for miles and her friends give her an encouraging nod as Junhyung pulls her away from them and onto the dance floor. She was beautiful, older than him and completely swept off her feet. Junhyung was good with girls and dating but not with love.
‘I was out with friends’ The boy says, not relinquishing his hold on vase. With each passing moment he seems to get more and more freaked out, hand rising to tangle in his hair. Then he spots it. The shiny gold ring on his finger. ‘What the - I’m not - Did we?’ The boy’s eyes grow larger still and Junhyung feels something pang in his stomach at the completely terrified expression that passes over the other. ‘This can’t be - I’m not.. Gay’ The other whines, lower lip trembling and Junhyung takes a careful step closer. The boy doesn’t react, even as Junhyung creeps around the bed.
‘Me neither’ Junhyung says gently as he gets closer to the other boy. He jumps but doesn’t make any move to throttle Junhyung with the vase which he takes as a good sign. ‘We’ll find a way out of this’ Junhyung says, trying to put as much reassurance into his voice as possible. His hand is just inches from the other’s shoulder when the air shifts again and he’s staring at Hyunseung in confusion.
‘What just happened there?’ Hyunseung asks, eyes large as he scrambles back into the bed. Junhyung shrugs as he makes his way to join him at a slower pace. The clock reads 11.05pm. He’s only been out for two, maybe three minutes. ‘I’m not sure. I don’t remember a thing’ Junhyung lifts an arm automatically as Hyunseung’s fingers brush his stomach, the older curling against his side. ‘Me neither’ Hyunseung murmurs against his collarbone.
‘Let’s just go to sleep. I’m sure everything will be alright in the morning’ Junhyung smiles reassuringly as he slides further under the covers, dragging the slender man with him. He pushes their earlier fight to the back of his mind. He’s sure it’ll crop up again. He certainly hasn’t heard the last from Doojoon.
Pairing: Junseung
Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror
Rating: NC17
Summary: Junhyung spends every waking hour with a beautiful boy and someone else controlling his body.
Notes: I'm sorry if it's not a very good sequel T.T
Junhyung feels an unusual rush of excitement as he’s forced outside, Hyunseung’s slender wrist trapped in his. ‘Are we going on a date?’ Hyunseung asks as he raises an arm to shield his eyes from the sun. Junhyung stops by his car and as he watches Hyunseung move around to the other side he notices how pale the other has become. ‘Sure, Why not’ Junhyung smiles as he slips into the luxurious car. Hyunseung practically melts onto the smooth interior beside him, fingers stroking leather seats and Junhyung’s thigh.
Junhyung directs the car without much thought, grip light on the steering wheel. He doesn’t know the neighbourhood, can’t really remember the faces of the family next door or the elderly woman across the street. There are no street names and all the houses pass by in a blur of muted colours. ‘It’s getting pretty late’ Hyunseung observes, fingers tickling the inside of his thighs. He’s right of course, the sky is rapidly darkening and he can’t remember the last time he stayed out late. Old Junhyung - Free Junhyung would go drinking in clubs and dance with girls before falling back to soft pastel pillows. Now he spends most evenings on the couch with Hyunseung’s hands tangled in his hair.
‘Order whatever you want’ Junhyung says as a pretty young girl directs them to a booth. Her skirt is short, uniform bubble-gum pink and a few years ago she would have been just Junhyung’s type. Hyunseung’s eyes sparkle, it’s been too long since their last date and Junhyung can’t help but steal glances at the older boy, even as his finger moves over the menu. The word cheeseburger catches his eye and he feels his mouth begin to water. It’s been so long since he’s had one. ‘I think I’ll have the steak’ He finds himself saying, suddenly not so hungry. Hyunseung nods and although his eyes shine, clearly having seen something he likes. ‘I can’t decide’ He feigns, irritation in his eyes as he lays down the menu. ‘Order for me?’ Junhyung nods and his eyes fall to where Hyunseung’s fingertips linger over the word lasagne.
‘Can I take your orders?’ The girl pops up beside them, face perfectly painted with make-up. Junhyung nods. ‘One steak and one lasagne’ Hyunseung’s eyes light up and the girl disappears to the kitchen. ‘You treat me so well’ Coos Hyunseung, cheeks tinted red as he reaches for Junhyung’s hands. Junhyung entwines their fingers, feels Hyunseung’s hands trembling in his own and slides a little closer in the corner booth. The waitress returns with two glasses of room-temperature cola.
As they leave the restaurant a man stops them, his large hand reaching out to snag Hyunseung’s wrist. The pretty man stops, eyes wide with confusion. ‘Hello Beautiful’ The man smiles though his eyes are nervous and unsure. His hair is cropped short, spiked oddly at the back and he looks older than both Junhyung and Hyunseung. Hyunseung giggles unwillingly in response. He takes a small step forwards, touching the inside of the taller man’s elbow. ‘Hyunseung’ replies the doe-eyed boy. ‘It’s time to go’ Growls Junhyung, tugging at Hyunseung’s hand a little harder than he’d meant to. He’s met with relieved eyes but that doesn’t stop him from dragging the older to the car.
He pushes Hyunseung into the back of the car, crawling over him to press down the mechanic locks. The other stares up at him with wide eyes. ‘Jun-ah. I’m sorry’ He murmurs through barely parted lips. Junhyung isn’t a possessive man and he certainly doesn’t get jealous, not usually. But there’s something coursing through him, some emotion that’s being forced into him and he’s tearing at the other’s clothing. ‘Your mine’ He growls, voice not quite his own.
Hyunseung looks completely terrified beneath him, fingers clutching to the front of Junhyung’s shirt as the latter pulls at their jeans. ‘I’m sorry’ Hyunseung pleads, pulling at Junhyung’s collar to get his attention. It doesn’t help because he already has Junhyung’s full attention and the boy hates himself as he presses his hands to the back of Hyunseung’s knees and pulls up. Hyunseung’s hands are forced from his shirt, knees falling over Junhyung’s shoulders and he pushes into Hyunseung without warning.
Hyunseung’s yelp is muffled behind tightly closed lips and he clings to the back of his own thighs because it’s the only anchor he has as Junhyung pounds into him at a brutal pace. Junhyung squeezes his eyes shut, lips moving against Hyunseung’s forehead. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. One of his hands finds its way between them, closing around Hyunseung half-hard cock and they both gasp in surprise. Junhyung’s pace doesn’t falter but he meets eyes with Hyunseung and the other is blushing in the darkness.
They cum together just moments later, Hyunseung moaning against Junhyung’s ear as the other thrusts more languidly into him and rides out their orgasm. They fight the rising sense of panic. Dates out are rare and Junhyung never touches Hyunseung when the sex is rough. Junhyung shifts, allowing Hyunseung to bring his legs down before settling awkwardly on top of him. ‘Forgive me’ He barely whispers from Hyunseung’s chest and he’s scared the other didn’t hear him until he feels Hyunseung gently squeeze his forearm.
They meet a new neighbour some days later, a tall man with high cheekbones and sharp eyes. ‘Hi, I’m Doojoon. I just moved into the town house next door’ He purrs, fingers curling around Hyunseung’s hand. Junhyung watches from the kitchen table where he’s eating breakfast, jealousy bubbles in the pit of his stomach as he recognises the familiar man. Hyunseung smiles politely, a pretty blush staining his neck as he steps back to let the stranger inside. ‘Are you hungry?’ He asks, every part the perfect house wife. Doojoon shakes his head, taking a seat opposite Junhyung.
‘You have a beautiful home here’ He says, lips turned up at the corners though his eyes dart from Junhyung’s face to Hyunseung’s back as he prepares tea and snacks. ‘What do you do?’ Junhyung asks, knowing it’s an odd reply to Doojoon’s statement. ‘I’m a thief’ States the other, lacking the confidence and swagger that Junhyung imagines should be there; Car thief, Kleptomaniac, Thief of hearts. Junhyung nods. ‘Well it’s time for me to go to work. I’m a doctor, you know’
There’s a heavy weight in his stomach like he knows something bad is going to happen and he almost chokes himself with his tie. Hyunseung is already at the door, seemingly eager to see him leave and Junhyung can see the fear in his over-expressive eyes. So he feels it too. He glances away to see Doojoon watching. The unwanted guest is leaning back, an arm slung over the back of his chair and Junhyung knows he’s going to end up hurt. They all are.
‘I’ll see you tonight’ He smiles and presses a kiss to Hyunseung’s lips. He tightens his arms around the other man, squeezes him to his chest. Hyunseung bows his head a little as Junhyung touches his hair and busies himself adjusting Junhyung’s tie. He smooths it out, palm flat against Junhyung’s chest. ‘Have a good shift’ Hyunseung is already by Doojoon’s side as he steps out the door.
He returns to an empty house. The lights are off but the TV is blaring with noise in the living room. ‘Seungie? Where are you Hyunseung-ah?’ He calls as he makes his way from one dark room to another. He knows Hyunseung isn’t here, probably hasn’t been for a few hours now and if he goes across the street then Doojoon won’t be home either. He can’t be sure how long he’s been in this reality for now, days blend together and the weather never changes but this is the first time Hyunseung hasn’t met him at the door and he’s painfully aware of it.
He passes the rest of the evening as usual, fixes a sandwich and settles down to watch mundane TV shows. There’s a baseball game on the TV but he was never interested in that and the cooking channel is teaching how to make perfect Kimchi. He’s Korean. Making Kimchi is in his veins. The romance channel makes his heart shudder in his chest and this is a whole new take on feeling love sick. His head spins as he pushes himself from the leather sofa and he throws himself into their shared bed hoping to sleep the night away.
Hyunseung slides beside him into the bed some hours later smelling of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke. Junhyung knows he has no right to say anything; this whole relationship is for the sake of whatever whoever this thing is that’s controlling them. He shouldn’t feel so attached to the other man but he does. ‘Listen, Junhyung-ah. I’m sorry’ Hyunseung’s hand is gentle on his shoulder, delicate hand cool against his bare collarbone and he shrugs him away. ‘Forget it’ He growls, inching away and he buries his face into the pillow. It smells of Hyunseung.
‘No, listen’ Hyunseung growls, tugging on Junhyung’s shoulder till the other rolls onto his back. Junhyung doesn’t make eye contact with him. Just stares up at the ceiling. He has control over his body and for the first time he wishes he didn’t. His lover, the man he’s grown to love has been out with another man and he can’t keep his own thoughts straight. Hyunseung isn’t his and no one can help who they fall in love with. Hyunseung went out with Doojoon while under control but there had been a shift some hours ago and Hyunseung hadn’t rushed back.
‘It isn’t like that’ He murmurs, tangling his hands with Junhyung’s unresponsive fingers. ‘I was just out with a friend’ Hyunseung makes sure to emphasise that last word and Junhyung turns his head, feeling guilty. The alarm clock on his nightstand reads 11:00pm. There’s an awkward silence between them and Hyunseung lifts up the other’s hand, pressing kisses to the tips of Junhyung’s fingers, knuckles and palm. ‘I need you like you need me’ Hyunseung echoes his words from months ago, lips brushing the inside of Junhyung’s wrist. Junhyung turns to him, taking in Hyunseung’s delicate features in the half-light with large brown eyes and it’s moments like these when Hyunseung is most beautiful. Raw, open and completely himself. There’s an odd shift in the air around them and Junhyung thinks he’s about to lose control again.
The other drops his hands like it’s fire and the elder jumps back in surprise. ’Who are you? Where am I?’ The pretty boy stares at him with wide eyes and Junhyung is surprised by how quickly he got off the bed. ‘I could ask you the same thing’ He murmurs, throwing his feet over the side of the bed. Junhyung examines his hands. There’s a warm band of metal around his finger that isn’t the familiar weight of his favourite skull ring but is in fact a solid gold wedding band. He looks up at the other boy who’s edging around the wall and notices an identical band on his ring finger. Oh god. How much did I drink last night?
‘Look’ Says the brunette across the room with large doe-like eyes and wiry muscles. ‘I don’t know what sort of game this is you’re playing but I want an answer. Now’ He adds, twitching nervously. His hand closes around a vase on top of the dresser and he clings to it like a lifeline. Junhyung swallows, backing up to press his own back to the cool cream walls. ‘I’m just as confused as you are. Last thing I remember I was at the club’ Junhyung raises his hands defensively. He’s not sure why, the other boy doesn’t look like he could do that much damage. He’s all sinewy muscles and slender limbs.
The last thing he remembers is a girl with long black hair and a skirt that barely covers her ass. Her legs go on for miles and her friends give her an encouraging nod as Junhyung pulls her away from them and onto the dance floor. She was beautiful, older than him and completely swept off her feet. Junhyung was good with girls and dating but not with love.
‘I was out with friends’ The boy says, not relinquishing his hold on vase. With each passing moment he seems to get more and more freaked out, hand rising to tangle in his hair. Then he spots it. The shiny gold ring on his finger. ‘What the - I’m not - Did we?’ The boy’s eyes grow larger still and Junhyung feels something pang in his stomach at the completely terrified expression that passes over the other. ‘This can’t be - I’m not.. Gay’ The other whines, lower lip trembling and Junhyung takes a careful step closer. The boy doesn’t react, even as Junhyung creeps around the bed.
‘Me neither’ Junhyung says gently as he gets closer to the other boy. He jumps but doesn’t make any move to throttle Junhyung with the vase which he takes as a good sign. ‘We’ll find a way out of this’ Junhyung says, trying to put as much reassurance into his voice as possible. His hand is just inches from the other’s shoulder when the air shifts again and he’s staring at Hyunseung in confusion.
‘What just happened there?’ Hyunseung asks, eyes large as he scrambles back into the bed. Junhyung shrugs as he makes his way to join him at a slower pace. The clock reads 11.05pm. He’s only been out for two, maybe three minutes. ‘I’m not sure. I don’t remember a thing’ Junhyung lifts an arm automatically as Hyunseung’s fingers brush his stomach, the older curling against his side. ‘Me neither’ Hyunseung murmurs against his collarbone.
‘Let’s just go to sleep. I’m sure everything will be alright in the morning’ Junhyung smiles reassuringly as he slides further under the covers, dragging the slender man with him. He pushes their earlier fight to the back of his mind. He’s sure it’ll crop up again. He certainly hasn’t heard the last from Doojoon.