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An alarm was going off, Dokja could hear it blaring like a siren, but he didn't want to get up to stop it. All he wanted to do at the moment was ignore it and keep lying down in the warmth that engulfed him.
Although his body pleaded for rest and comfort, he knew what the consequences behind staying home would be and decided that today was, contrary to the popular beliefs of those around him, not the day to be fired (if there is any).
Slowly but surely, he opened his eyes to the sun shining through the pristine white curtains and stared at the, also spotless and shiny, ceiling for a second before reaching his arm out and hitting his alarm to silence it. (a clean home was a small thing to most, but a luxury to him. A luxury he never would've attained if some unexpected meetings hadn't happened).
He took a moment to stretch, looking almost exactly like a cat that had just awoken from a long nap, and quietly sat up as to not disturb the still peace of the room. Putting one foot on the floor, he slowly scooted his way towards to edge of the bed when something (someone) had stopped his movement.
"Kim Dokja."
Ah, it was his sweet husband. The hand around his waist gently pulls against his stomach, trying to urge him back down.
"Good morning Joonghyuk-ie."
Despite his rough and cold disposition, Yoo Joonghyuk was a very clingy person, especially when he had just woken up surrounded by the smell of Kim Dokja. (Of course this only applies to Dokja, he wouldn't let anyone else touch him even if it was with a ten foot pole.)
"Mmm... stay in bed. Don't go. Stay with me."
The larger mans lips dip down slightly in a pout, another treasure only this reader gets to experience.
"Aww, is my meanie Joonghyuk already missing me? Haha, I haven't even left yet."
Kim Dokja really, really wanted to stay. Truly. But, he knew he couldn't for fear of losing his job. The last thing he would ever let himself be was a leech, contributing nothing to his idol and lover. (Joonghyuk strongly detests this 'silly' belief of Dokjas, huffing and flicking him whenever the subject is brought up.)
"I am. You won't make me miss you even more, right?"
Kim Dokja semi-expected that answer but it still took him by surprise. It's not everyday the idol actually asks for something, usually demanding it instead.
Just to really seal the deal, Joonghyuk slides his hand up Dokjas side and locks eyes with him, the pout is now more pronounced.
"Please, stay with me. Please, Dokja-yah?"
...
Kim Dokja could not believe he let himself be persuaded like that. Well, to be fair, this was his first and only love asking, borderline begging, him to stay in bed with him instead of going to his unbearable job that doesnt even make enough to get him an actual meal. I mean, come on, what would you do in his situation? He wasn't at fault for-
Like an ocean wave, Joonghyuks stupidly perfect fingers card through his hair and ultimately coax him out of his mind dwelling.
"Relax."
Dokja can't help but sigh, snuggling up against his idol once more.
"So demanding, mean Joonghyuk-ie."
Joonghyuk scoffs.
"I got you a day off, Kim Dokja."
Kim Dokja looks at him like he's a lunatic.
"You di-!"
Dokja shuts his mouth as Joonghyuk lets out a low hum, his chin resting on the top of his head while his fingers continue their caress. In response, the reader practically melts into the warmth, feeling a sudden surge of contentment.
Dokja had only ever felt this way one other instance- the instance being when he and Joonghyuk first slept together the night of Kim Dokja officially moving into his penthouse. This alone is enough to make any worries, or thoughts in general, dissolve like sugar.
Yoo Joonghyuk loves Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja feels his love. What was once a dream is now their reality and they adore it fully.
....
Dokjas job can go fuck itself, he decides