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Yoo Joonghyuk flipped through pages of the magazine Lee Seolhwa handed him because according to her, he lacked sense of fashion. Yoo Joonghyuk closed it, keeping it on the table. And looked at the mirror in front of him reflecting his black turtleneck and black jeans, he slicked his hair back and frowned. His fashion wasn't that bad, wearing all black didn't mean that she had to raid his home like that and threaten him about calling the fashion police. He should get better friends.
Yoo Joonghyuk was only about to stand up to make something for himself when the bell rang. He stood still, maybe if he made no sound then the person will leave. It's a sunday, the only day he gets to breath and he shouldn't let anyone disturb it.
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Yoo Joonghyuk groaned. Walking towards the door, he opened it. The sight of a man greeted him, he looked equally annoyed as Yoo Joonghyuk.
Two trolley bags and a hangbag in his arms. His eyes widened watching Yoo Joonghyuk.
"You- What were you doing?" He pressed on Yoo Joonghyuk and walked past the door placing the handbag on floor, he gave the flat a glance. And with what his face read, it seemed like he was impressed.
"This is a nice home." Yoo Joonghyuk who was flabbergasted by the entrace of this rude 'guest' just stood staring those rest two bags at the entrance when Kim Dokja made a 'tsk' sound.
"Bring those bags in. What are you doing?" Yoo Joonghyuk just nodded, bringing those bags in. He kept it nearby the handbag and watched Kim Dokja check the dust on his cabinet with his slim fingers.
Kim Dokja, half aware of the gaze on him walked freely around the hall and then turned towards Yoo Joonghyuk.
"This is a great place. Make me coffee, will ya?" He took a seat on the couch where Yoo Joonghyuk was previously sitting.
Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes twicthed.
"Who're you?" Kim Dokja raised an eyebrow and then burst into a laugh. His sound resounding in the entire room.
"Who am I?" Kim Dokja flipped his head.
"Income tax department, here to raid ya." Yoo Joonghyuk frowned, he frowned very hard, hard enough for Kim Dokja to feel a headache swelling in his own.
"You're not funny." Kim Dokja gasped and then narrowed his eyes.
"My sense of humor is above this earth-" Kim Dokja shook his hands at Yoo Joonghyuk. "and you." He smiled, obviously not his most genuine smile. "Not many gets my humor."
"That's the definition of not funny."
"And who said that? Do you have any proof?"
"On UbanDictionary." Yoo Joonghyuk stared at his phone laying on the table and spoke. "Let me write it."
"Ha- Ha very funny. I am your husband." Joonghyuk stilled, and then cracked up, it was his time to laugh now.
"Okay maybe I was wrong about the part where I said you aren't funny. Maybe you are, a little." Kim Dokja crossed his hands. "It's not funny. The vibes tell me that marrying you isn't going to be any close to 'funny' for me."
"Okay. Now who bet you to do this? Was it Lee Seolhwa? Lee Jihye? Hyungsung wouldn't so, Kim Namwoon?" Kim Dokja only frowned more. He stood and went towards his bag. "It was Mr and Mrs. Yoo." Kim Dokja handed out a file to Yoo Joonghyuk.
He flipped through the papers where his sign and this man, named Kim Dokja's, sign were present. The reality seeped in Yoo Joonghyuk's soul as he looked from the documents to Kim Dokja with a 'told yah' face.
Maybe he should get better parents.
"You're telling me your parents somehow fake signed your signature on this paper and now you have a husband? Congratulations?" Han Sooyoung suppressed a laugh. Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes twitched, this was definitely not something to laugh upon. He was suddenly married, was he now supposed to have kids?
Yoo Joonghyuk put his hands through his hair.
"I am not ready to have kids." Yoo Joonghyuk muttered, horror in his voice.
"Huh?" Han Sooyoung spoke, sounds of car passing by and a slow noise of radio ringing in the back hit Yoo Joonghyuk back to reality. "Your parents are a different sort."
Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't help but agree, noding, sitting on his toilet seat. "What's his name?"
"Kim Dokja."
"Weird name." Han Sooyoung mummbled. "What does he do?"
Yoo Joonghyuk gave it a thought, it has been two hours since Kim Dokja took a place in his home claiming to be his hubsand and since then Yoo Joonghyuk only saw Kim Dokja do two things: Ordering him and reading things online. Fuck he even asked for the wifi password shamelessly. "Getting on my nerves."
"Deserved." Yoo Joonghyuk rolled his eyes. He took a breath as he heard Kim Dokja yet again walking through the home.
"Where is even this guy from?" Han Sooyoung muttered. Yoo Joonghyuk frowned. "I don't know?"
"Okay ask him questions then? there is a literal unkown man sitting in your house and you're probably in your bathroom talking with me?"
Yoo Joonghyuk looked around suspecting for cameras. "How do you know?"
"You're talking in breaths, bitch." Yoo Joonghyuk sighed. He was also dreading this, living in his home but he had to come to the restroom to talk to his friend. "What questions should I ask?"
"I don't know? Ask him his favorite color?"
"That's why your second grade crush doesn't like you back." Han Sooypung went silent for a second. "DON'T. BRING. HER. IN. THIS"
Not bothering with his friend's miserable love life, he continued tapping his legs violently when the door to his bathroom opened up. It was Kim Dokja standing. Yoo Joonghyuk's eyebrows shook.
"I am pooping."
"With your pants on?" Kim Dokja pointed his black jeans, completely ignoring the fact that he entered the bathroom without even knocking, and that Yoo Joonghyuk might actually be doing some excretory processes. Kim Dokja snatched the phone out of Yoo Joonghyuk's hand. "Are you cheating on me? Cause I don't think you need emotional support while pooping?"
Yoo Joonghyuk made the face of someone being wrongly accused of cheating. He was out of words, more like he was forming sentences to explain Kim Dokja how he wasn't cheating but figuring out how the hell did even have a position where he could 'cheat'.
Kim Dokja read the name on the screen and pressed Yoo Joonghyuk's phone to his ears, his eyes narrowed, looking at Yoo Joonghyuk judgingly.
"Are you in love with my husband?" He asked directly. Yoo Joonghyuk heard a mumbled 'I'd rather die.' coming through the phone. Kim Doka did a up and down glance at Yoo Joonghyuk and spoke "Understandable."
Yoo Joonghyuk's heart dropped, slightly, his two hours old boyfriend was agreeing with bullshits about him. He raised, from the toilet seat, and stood in front of Kim Dokja, taller.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn't hear what else Han Sooyoung spoke as Kim Dokja started walking, he followed, but he could make out the question of what Kim Dokja does for a living when he answered. "Freelancer, Beta reading." Kim Dokja stared at the balcony in the corner of Yoo Joonghyuk's home.
The mumbling of Han Sooyoung could be heard as Kim Dokja hummed. "Web novels." three minutes after saying this Kim Dokja stopped in his tracks, crashing into Yoo Joonghyuk who was following him.
"You're not BlackEmpress shut up." Kim Dokja looked at Yoo Joonghyuk for confirmation but didn't get the desired outcome and so he handed Yoo Joonghyuk his phone back and turned away, only stopping midway, back still facing him. "Tell your friend I like her novel." And after that Kim Dokja sprinted into a small run, probably to the bedroom.
Yoo Joonghyuk brought his phone closer to his ears when he heard Han Sooyoung laugh.
"Your husband is such a tsuntsun."
"That's only with you."
"Oh then maybe Sangah too-"
"No. Don't be delusional." And that was it. The end of the phone call.
Yoo Joonghyuk rubbed his hair with the towel in his hand, opening his bedroom door when the sight of kdj in a red gown greeted him, he was yet again on his phone.
Yoo Joonghyuk gave him a look. "Why are you wearing that?" He pointed Kim Dokja's gown which was only hiding his skin below his waist, rest was very clearly visible.
Kim Dokja raised his eyebrow, and then gave Yoo Joonghyuk a seductive smirk which might or might not have affected him. "Why is it bothering you?" Yoo Joonghyuk pulled off his tshirt and threw it on the couch at the side. "To you, is it bothering?" Kim Dokja gave out a huffed laugh. Checking out Yoo Joonghyuk's godly, straight out of wattpad cover body, his cheeks going a little red. "Petty."
"I am not petty. I sleep with my clothes off but I can't with a stranger in my bed."
"Bet the bed bugs eat your ass."
"Shut up." And so Yoo Joonghyuk turned off the light.
"You won't do that shojo thing where we fight over who sleeps on the floor?" Kim Dokja spoke after a long, probably peaceful silence.
"Shut up." Yoo Joonghyuk turned around facing Kim Dokja who was staring at the ceiling.
"No. But what if I start spooning you." He glanced at Yoo Joonghyuk and flipped his head away realizing Yoo Joonghyuk was already watching him.
"Spoon yourself." Kim Dokja frowned and flipped again, his eyes locking with Yoo Joonghyuk.
"Feed yourself. You're too thin." Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed Kim Dokja's wrist showing how easily his fingers could wrap around it. Kim Dokja felt his face heating when he pulled it away. Yoo Joonghyuk took a deep breath and mummbled something about making him breakfast. Kim Dokja smiled, his heart feeling warm.
"Yoo fucking Joonghyuk. Did you take my advice?" Lee Seolhwa opened Yoo Joonghyuk's closet her hands going to and fro between the abyss colored clothes, with the number of increasing black clothes her eyes darkened, killing intent within them.
"Hello?" Lee Seolhwa snapped to her side, a pale, skrawny man with cup of coffee in his hand was staring at her. Lee Seolhwa made a confused face that Kim Dokja recognized within seconds, as if used to it. "I am Yoo Joonghyuk's husband." Lee Seolhwa dropped the black sweater which she was previously holding very tightly, as if wanting to perish it.
Yoo Joonghyuk entered the scene. "Joonghyuk. I found something new in your closet." Lee Seolhwa spoke after inhaling a breath. Yoo Joonghyuk frowned.
"What?"
"You."
Lee Seolhwa nodded, sitting next to Kim Dokja, her phone in her hand, a 'conference call' written on it with the speaker onn as she explained Yoo Joonghyuk's betrayal. About how he had a party in Australia but didn't invite them because he is a miser. It was a lie but people believe what they want to believe.
"So master betrayed us? I know he'll never feel sorry for the way he hurted us." Kim Dokja stretched his lips, his eyes squinting. "Why is she calling you master?" Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth to explain when Lee Jihye spoke. "Because he used to teach me martial arts." Kim Dokja raised his eyes and looked at Yoo Joonghyuk with a slight smile. "That's new Yoo Joonghyuk?"
Yoo Joonghyuk pressed his fingers to his forehead. "You're new, Kim Dokja."
"So we should boycott Joonghyuk." Lee Seolhwa concluded, the mass clapped and agreed like subjects would to their queen and shouted boycott in unison like a cult ready to kill someone for sarcfice and ended the call. "That's it then Joonghyuk. Enjoy being gay." Yoo Joonghyuk stood up watching Lee Seolhwa leave with a teasing smile on her face when Kim Dokja held his arms.
"Where are you going?" He asked, looking slightly pissed. Yoo Joonghyuk gulped. "Nowhere." He sat back down, it was funny how the Yoo Joonghyuk who'd rather be a regressor than listen to somebody's order was now doing that with the man he met 3 days ago.
The sound of door closing was heard when Kim Dokja snapped his head toward Yoo Joonghyuk. "Who was she?" He asked, with scrutinizing eyes. "My college friend." Yoo Joonghyuk explained, Kim Dokja squinted his eyes further. Yoo Joonghyuk wondered if he could even see with his long lashes coming in between. "What college friends have your house key?"
"They stole it." Kim Dokja now had his eyes almost closed. "She is beautiful, isn't she?" Yoo Joonghyuk thought about that for a second and nodded. "You're not supposed to agree-"
"She's just a friend, trust me." Yoo Joonghyuk spoke in slow but genuine voice Kim Dokja got up from the sofa and took a seat on Yoo Joonghyuk's lap.
"Do you have any problem with your 'husband' sitting on your lap?" Kim Dokja asked. Yoo Joonghyuk glanced at Kim Dokja and hummed, leaning, sliding back on the couch, his hand on Kim Dokja's butt holding him from falling, he stared at him. "I did." Kim Dokja wrapped his hands around Yoo Joonghyuk's nape. And well that's how they ended up sleeping. When they woke up Yoo Joonghyuk's leg were numb. Kim Dokja, instead of feeling pity made fun of him by saying something about being able to sleep with a 55kilogram man on his lap.
That night they slept holding each other's hands.
"Why did you bring me here?" Kim Dokja made a noise in his throat. Yoo Joonghyuk glanced up and then back at his laptop, taking a sip from the worst possible coffee to have ever been made.
"I had to do my work."
"Okay and that answers literally nothing." Kim Dokja stared at the couple sitting in the corner most, kissing obnoxiously, pink lights making the entire scene extremely lovey-dovey. Kim Dokja felt sick, turning his eyes back to Yoo Joonghyuk, he watched him flinch each time he took a sip from his cup, Kim Dokja rolled his eyes. He didn't even have his phone, that was the worst part.
"I am going home." Kim Dokja spoke Yoo Joonghyuk looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Okay." Kim Dokja halted. "Okay?" He spoke, sounding surprised, Yoo Joonghyuk didn't say anything further as he recieved a call and started talking something about data bases, Kim Dokja huffed and left.
Yoo Joonghyuk entered his home, smell of something burning entered his nose, he walked in a fast sprint towards his kitchen to see Kim Dokja and his burning stove with a pan on it. Running towards it, he pushed Kim Dokja and turned off the stove.
"You. What are you doing?" Yoo Joonghyuk shouted, glaring at Kim Dokja who flinched a little. "I was trying to make coffee." Kim Dokja replied in a little voice. Yoo Joonghyuk lifted the pan and turned on the tap, placing it below running water.
"And who asked you to touch anything in my convertible, made with ebony wood and the best known porcelain tiles kitchen?" Kim Dokja frowned, his lips bobbing. Yoo Joonghyuk took a breath. "I am going out, and don't touch anything."
Kim Dokja sniffed, shouting "Fuck you and your covertible what not kitchen." As he heard Yoo Joonghyuk slam the door.
Yoo Joonghyuk glanced at his watch, it was showing 22:54. He looked up, walking through the lines of flats and saw someone standing in front of his flat's door. It was Kim Dokja, with four bags, an inclusion of one to those previous three he originally brought.
Yoo Joonghyuk walked towards him, confusion prominent on his face, he checked out the extra bag which was filled with tiffins probably filled with Yoo Joonghyuk's food when Kim Dokja stood in front of it and coughed. Yoo Joonghyuk tilted his face towards him and saw Kim Dokja crying.
"What?" He whispered, walking closer. "You." Kim Dokja's tears fell, his nose red. "I am leaving." He concluded holding his bag when Yoo Joonghyuk placed his own on it and pressed it softly. "What happened?" Kim Dokja pulled his hand back. And turned his head to the side, more tear blobs dripping through his soft cheeks and down to the ground. "I am going back."
"To where?"
"I- I don't know. I'll sleep in the street and you can enjoy in your convertible, made with ebony wood and the best known porcelain tiles kitchen. Have fun without m-" Kim Dokja hitched a breath, Yoo Joonghyuk smiled, to Kim Dokja's annoyance. He walked closer to him and wrapped his hands around, holding Kim Dokja's butt with one hand and the other wiped his tears. Kim Dokja pushed him, his hands hitting Yoo Joonghyuk's chest.
"I hate you. Even though your parents paid me to marry you, I won't stay if you keep being rude to me." He said. Yoo Joonghyuk stopped rubbing Kim Dokja head and tilted his own. "They paid you?" Kim Dokja nodded. "They even gave me two year warranty card."
"That's your bags warranty Kim Dokja." Yoo Joonghyuk laughed, Kim Dokja only sobbed more, wailing. "You don't like me." Kim Dokja sniffed. Yoo Joonghyuk kissed his cheeks, then his forehead and went through his entire face. "I like you, baby, I like your prescence in my house so much. Don't leave, please." Yoo Joonghyuk's hand went past Kim Dokja's hair and settled on his neck, leaving a peck on his eyes. "So you'll let me destroy your kitchen?" Yoo Joonghyuk laughed. "Yes, destroy whatever you want Dokja-yah." At last he pressed his lips to Kim Dokja's and pulled back. Kim Dokja's nose redness reached his cheeks, he nodded, determined. "Also you don't care about my hurt." Kim Dokja raised his finger where there was a minor cut. Yoo Joonghyuk kissed that too and stared in Kim Dokja's eyes "Now let's go inside okay? I'll make you coffee." Kim Dokja smiled, leaving Yoo Joonghyuk's hand he pointed at his bags. Yoo Joonghyuk scrunched his face. "Bring those bags in. What are you doing?"
-×Bonus: First Time:)×-
Kim Dokja walked in the washroom, sound of water falling was heard as he approached the slider, it was kind of blurry but he could make out Yoo Joonghyuk's figure inside it. "Joonghyuk-ah?" Kim Dokja heard a hummed voice in return. He stared at the glass, water condensed on it's surface. "Watch this."
Kim Dokja pulled his fingers and pressed them against it, making two hearts with a 'I love you.' on the mirror. He smiled looking at it.
"You-" Yoo Joonghyuk spoke. Then a click was heard, a wet hand pulled Kim Dokja inside the shower and locked the door.