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It was the dead of night when Kim Dokja, finally freed from the clutches of homework, found himself once again lost in the glow of his phone screen. The task had been simple enough..trivial, even, but what is a task if not a perfect excuse to procrastinate for an hour or more?
He collapsed onto his bed with a sigh, letting the mattress swallow him whole, and opened his favorite web novel app. The familiar interface greeted him like an old friend, and he sank into it easily, scrolling through titles in search of one that might suit his particular taste. A quiet joy bloomed in his chest.
That is, until a message appeared.
[Unknown.]
Send the ingredients.
Oh?
This must be Yoo Joonghyuk.
Without hesitation, Kim Dokja tapped the notification, and it pulled him straight into the messaging app. He didn’t even bother to confirm the number before saving it under the name "Bastard", a small smirk tugging at his lips. With that petty victory complete, he returned to the chat.
He could be cooperative and send the ingredients.
Or...
He could have some fun.
Naturally, he chose the most funny option.
You: who is this?
He didn’t have to wait long before the read receipt appeared. The typing indicator flickered in and out of existence, ..Bastard is typing... —only to vanish again. Then it would return. And disappear. On and on, a silent war of hesitation.
Finally, what felt like years, Yoo Joonghyuk replied.
Bastard: is this not Kim Dokja?
He took the bait.
A laugh escaped him, quiet, breathy, impossible to suppress. His fingers flew across the keyboard.
You: no.. who is this?
Bastard: I'm sorry then, it seems that idiot gave me the wrong number.
Kim Dokja groaned, dragging a hand down his face. He could already hear Yoo Joonghyuk's monotone voice in his head.
You: I'm not an idiot.
You: and for falling for a trick like this, aren't you the idiot one?
Bastard is typing... blinked back onto the screen.
Bastard: There's this thing called "Going with the flow"
Bastard: and PS I already knew it was you.
Kim Dokja laughed, seeing Yoo Joonghyuk typing "PS" is pretty funny in itself. He's definitely gonna tell Han Sooyoung about this tomorrow.
You: okay, whatever 🙄
You: here's the ingredients
Dragging himself upright, Kim Dokja retrieved his notebook, the one reserved for all things culinary—and began copying the list into his phone. A smile ghosted across his lips. With any luck, this would be enough to prevent Kyrgios from dragging him out in the middle of class again, complaining that Yoo Joonghyuk refused to eat the cookies he made.
..Hopefully.
Bastard: thanks.
Bastard: I probably can eat it now
You: fuck you mean probably
You: you better eat that or I'll drag you out of your classroom.
Bastard: I mean
Bastard: you can try
Kim Dokja sighed, long and loud.
Tomorrow, he was going to strangle that bastard.