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The morning comes. Sun rays comes from the window, causing Kim Dokja to groan as his beautiful dream gets disrupted. Reality is always harsher than in dreams after all, no one including him wants to wake up. However, as he grumbles realizing the sun is up, when his eyes are still adapting to the blinding light, he catches the figure who is still sleeping on his right.
Yoo Joonghyuk.
Yoo Joonghyuk is there, sleeping without visible movement except his chest that moves up and down following his breathing rhythm. He always sleeps like that; on his back, straight body, and unmoving. Sometimes Kim Dokja gets worried whether he dies in his sleep or just doesn't move.
Although still sleepy, his eyes are now open. He scoots over to Yoo Joonghyuk for a better view. For the first time in his life, Kim Dokja thanks the sun; he can watch Yoo Joonghyuk clearly.
Pretty. Yoo Joonghyuk's sleeping face is so pretty.
Kim Dokja starts wondering as that thought comes into his head. Why did nobody call him pretty?
Kim Dokja hates the cold he feels every morning and he swears if he can, he will never come out of his blanket. But he does. His left hand appears from the blanket covering his and Yoo Joonghyuk's body. He curses at the cold air but he doesn't stop. His hand only stops moving when its back has rested on Yoo Joonghyuk's left cheek playfully caressing the cheek.
Once, Yoo Joonghyuk asked him. Why did he care about his skin so much?
Now, Kim Dokja snorts at that question. The skin he's touching is so smooth like a baby. It's also flawless, with no acne or large pores which women will definitely envy. It's also white, not to the point pale, but healthy white. Milky white. No wonder Yoo Joonghyuk asked him, because he already gets perfect skin effortlessly; he doesn't understand why people care for their skin.
Kim Dokja moves his thumb on Yoo Joonghyuk's high cheekbone. There's a tint of rosy pink on the cheekbone. He snickers at that, thinking how often he sees women dying to create an effect to make their cheekbone high and reddish using makeup. Again, Yoo Joonghyuk gets all of that without moving a single finger.
From those delicious cheekbones, Kim Dokja's fingers brush Yoo Joonghyuk's long lashes. The owner quivers a bit before getting back to a sleeping stone-movement. Cute. Endearingly, Kim Dokja keeps brushing those pretty lashes, ascending to Yoo Joonghyuk's thick, perfectly-shaped brows; he can't imagine Yoo Joonghyuk without long eyelashes and thick eyebrows.
Then, his thumb caresses the part between Yoo Joonghyuk's brows. Yoo Joonghyuk always furrows, whether or not he is angry. Sometimes, Kim Dokja gets worried that wrinkles will develop on his protagonist's forehead, but it's still smooth as expected.
"Huu…" Yoo Joonghyuk lets out a long breath.
All muscles in Kim Dokja's body, although barely exist, freezes. He thinks Yoo Joonghyuk wakes up. But those black pearls are still completely veiled. What makes Yoo Joonghyuk so tired to the point he doesn't wake up when his face becomes Kim Dokja's toy?
Kim Dokja shrugs. He pinches Yoo Joonghyuk's high nose, barely holding back to not pinch too hard. Not enough, he shifts his thumb to Yoo Joonghyuk's thin, yet plump and sultry lips. Even the words from those lips are harsh, no one can deny that those lips are smooth and sweet. They're also healthy red colored, so kissable, so pretty.
Ssshk.
The sheet lets out a soft noise as Kim Dokja changes his position, propping his head on his right palm while the left one is heading to Yoo Joonghyuk's hair. He brushed some wavy strands from Yoo Joonghyuk's forehead gently. Not stopping, he pats the latter's head, slightly playing with the curls, inwardly delighted with the pleasant sensation in his palm. His heart warms. Only if Yoo Joonghyuk were as obedient as a puppy, he'd like to pet him like this everyday.
He then fondles Yoo Joonghyuk's ear. He has seen those ears red as tomatoes, the only thing that differs them from tomatoes is that he wants to bite them. Still playing with the ear, his eyes are on the neck. The neck is long and slim, yet strong and sturdy. He can see the visible sternocleidomastoid muscle there, coated with ceamy skin. Really…
"Which part of you is not pretty?" He mumbles to no one.
Tick tock tick tock.
The sound of the clock can be heard louder as one of them is asleep and hence no fight and argument. Kim Dokja glances at the clock, not wanting to waste the time he can watch Yoo Joonghyuk's sleeping face. It's still 8 in the morning. He still can hold his hunger and eat the view before him instead. So, he slips his right arm under Yoo Joonghyuk's nape, smiling like an idiot as the curls tickle him. As he does so, his left hand goes back to petting Yoo Joonghyuk's hair.
He inhales the scent coming from Yoo Joonghyuk's hair. They use the same shampoo, from the same bottle, and bath in the same bathroom. But why does the scent smell a hundred times pleasant?
Tick tock tick tock.
The clock is still ticking and Kim Dokja really doesn't want this time to end. He closes his eyes, enjoying every sensation he can feel and ready to drift back into the dream again—
"What are you doing?"
But Yoo Joonghyuk's voice startles him and his sleepiness evaporates into the thin air leaving no trace.
Their eyes make contact and Kim Dokja musters a smile. "Why? I can't hug you?"
"You're disturbing someone's sleep."
Furrows are formed on Yoo Joonghyuk's forehead. Kim Dokja subconsciously smoothens the wrinkles. His sudden gesture makes Yoo Joonghyuk flinch and close his eyes.
Kim Dokja, already expecting a punch or two from his doing, gets puzzled. Before he can control his mouth, he already blurts out what he thinks. "You're so pretty, Joonghyuk-ah."
In no time, Kim Dokja to feel a large hand—yet smells good—grip his face hard, crunching his face.
"Say that again and I will throw you from the window."
Now Kim Dokja knows why no one calls him pretty.
The End
[Epilogue]
Yoo Joonghyuk sighs at Kim Dokja's randomness. He gets up from the bed and walks away, leaving Kim Dokja who is still examining his nose. Just when he pulls the door open, his eyes meet Han Sooyoung's.
"Why are you so red?"
Yoo Joonghyuk scoffs and gives his middle finger to her as he walks toward the kitchen. "I don't know what you mean."