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The first time it happened, Kim Dokja had brushed it off without a second thought. Maybe he had bought a pair and forgotten about it a while ago? It wasn't a new fact that he had always been clumsy. So why care about it, right?
The second time was a bit more suspicious.
His eyes fixed on the unfamiliar piece of clothing. This time, he knew forma fact he didn't buy it, there was just no way. Mainly because the underwear was made for a bigger size than his and because it also seemed for physical activities such as training. He could tell that by the fabric.
Plus Kim Dokja did not practice any sports.
It wasn't until the third time that Kim Dokja began to wonder, where the fuck did all this underwear came from? Because now, he had three different pieces of boxers that did not belong to him and he refused to smell them out of fear of realizing they had been used.
Maybe this was just a new way to bully people? Was this a new method he hadn't experienced before? It was not that useful, since Kim Dokja wasn't intimidated at all.
Although, if their objective was to embarrass him to death, then they were being successful.
“ This… ”, Kim Dokja walked into his apartment, eyes narrowing at the sight of another piece of clothing laying just in front of his door. This time, it was a sock. Where the fuck did other pair was anyway? And who was the culprit of dropping random laundry in his apartment?
Just as if she had heard his thoughts, his cat —Biyoo— decided to pass by with the other pair of the socks hanging from her little mouth. Kim Dokja let out a scandalized gasp, closing the door after him, once he finally realized what was going on.
“ Biyoo ”, he tried to muster the nicest tone of voice he could use in this moment.
Of course, his cat was an infuriating perceptive creature who only ignored him and started running off with the sock still between her teeths. Kim Dokja ran after her, taking the piece of clothing and pulling at it. “ Biyoo, let go! ”
The cat was, of course, not giving up. Her little fangs only closed harder around the sock until Kim Dokja heard a sound of fabric tearing apart. His fingers loosened immediately, watching how his damn cat just waved off her tail once in annoyance, and climbed on her scratching tower.
“ Where did you get that, Biyoo? I don't even use those kinds of socks! ”, Kim Dokja half-whispered-half-yelled at her.
Whoever those clothes belonged to, he could not let anyone find out about it. It was embarrassing enough to admit he had other man's underwear, he could not embarrass himself even more by admitting he raised a perverted pet.
Sighing softly, he decided to take control from now on. To finally add limits to his pet's little bubble.
Of course, that's what he tried.
The next day, however, he realized he couldn't. After a long hour of nagging and making sure none of the windows of his apartment were open, he left his place.
But why? And how?
Biyoo, who was now laying down on the couch, was swaying her tail slowly at him. Under her small paw, a different boxer was being trapped against her nails.
Their eye contact made Biyoo stop the movement of her tail, to stare openly at him. Almost definitely even. It seemed to be saying: ‘ So what if I did? What will you do about it? ’.
If Kim Dokja didn't love her enough, he would've been tempted to give her away with the nice neighborhood next door.
“ Biyoo ”, he warned this time, “ We talked about this. Where did you even got it? All windows are locked ”.
How could he even threaten a bratty cat? It was like talking to a wall.
Somewhere, a poor man was probably noticing his underwear disappearing from his wardrobe. What could Kim Dokja honestly do? Perhaps writing an ad to that group chat of neighbors that he was added to when he moved in? No, that way everyone would know his cat was an underwear stealer.
No, he needed to figure out who that neighbor was in some other way.
And so, he planned.
[ . . . ]
Days passed by, and the pile of foreign underwear was starting to grow day after day. He even tried to follow Biyoo everywhere for a whole day but this made her —annoyingly— smart cat suspicious enough to stop her antics by a mere day. However, Kim Dokja couldn't just keep a constant vigilance on his cat.
It was ridiculous.
But what was even more ridiculous, was the way he discovered who the person his cat had been stealing was.
It had happened in the morning when he walked out of his apartment for work. Usually, he would've been running out late but today he actually woke up at the first ring of his alarm.
The fresh morning air convinced him to take the longest way to work, so he found himself walking through the small park close to his building. There, a group of runners were already wide awake and probably in their third or fourth laps, when Kim Dokja noticed it.
A certain guy slowed down his pace, and took a seat in one of the park's benches. Immediately, the guy reached for his shoes to pull at his socks with a deep scary frown in his face. The unmatching socks was the first clue, but the second one came when he caught a glimpse of his face.
“ Oh no ”, Kim Dokja gasped silently.
The guy was familiar to him, because he was his nextdoor neighbor.
Their eyes met, and Kim Dokja had to look away in order not to reveal the huge ass blush that was now covering his cheeks. Why did the memories of the guy's boxers suddenly appear inside his head just at this moment?
Deciding that it was probably better to be early for work than being here, he quickly hurried his steps until he was running off.
[ . . . ]
“ Fuck confrontations ”, Kim Dokja muttered while nibbling on his thumb. His eyes had been fixed on the door's number marked as ‘999’ for a good twenty minutes already. But his hand refused to knock.
What can he say, honestly? ‘Hey, my cat stole your underwear, but here it is. I wash it, by the way. Have a good day!’ ? Even if that was the truth, it sounded like a made-up lie.
The truth was that his neighbor was hot, and this just made everything worse. It made him seem like a fucking stalker whom stole their underwear to smell on it, or something those creepy stalkers usually did.
Added to that, he was sure the guy was a famous streamer.
” Fuck, fuck ”
Kim Dokja sighed, looking down at the big bag of laundry hanging from his hand. He even made sure to choose a black bag, so no one knew what the inside was. But maybe he could find some other way…
The sound of the door being opened alerted him, and Kim Dokja hurriedly walked away with a scared whimper.
[ . . . ]
Kim Dokja slammed the door behind him. His face was completely flushed in embarrassment. He was completely sure that his neighbor saw him running away after standing just right out of his door like a complete psycho. He didn't even run in the direction to his own apartment, but had to do a complete full circle to the building block in order to reach his apartment door that was, of course, next to his neighbor's.
His hands ruffled his hair while whimpering again in embarrassment.
“ I should move ”, he decided. There was no way he was going to face that guy again. He refused to do it. “ Oh, fuck. I paid for next month in advance! Fuck! ”.
His body slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor, half crying and half laughing against the palms of his hand. As if his cat was mocking his pain, Biyoo walked closer to him and snuggled against his leg with a new pair of boxers between her fangs.
Kim Dokja groaned.
[ . . . ]
A couple more sets of underwear, and Kim Dokja finally found out how Biyoo committed her crimes.
It happened on a random weekend. Kim Dokja used to spend all his time inside his apartment reading web novels, so it was quite easy for him to avoid all kinds of contact between his neighbors. No matter how hot the guy was, it wasn't worth a restriction order.
So he did what he did best: avoid.
Of course, more time meant more watching on Biyoo for two complete days. On the second day, the small cat suddenly hid behind the fridge. It was a place where Biyoo sometimes used to nap, or at least he thought so.
He was proven wrong when suddenly Biyoo stepped out of her napping spot, with a single sock hanging from her tiny mouth. Kim Dokja gaped at his shameless cat, who side eyed him before walking out of the room. His eyes fixed again on the fridge.
In a second, Kim Dokja was moving the big old fridge away, realizing there was a hole. A hole big enough to probably poke his head through it, if he tried. Not that he would, of course. But most importantly, the hole led to the apartment next door where his hot neighbor was.
“ Holy shit ”, he muttered in amazement.
He could cover the hole right now and the nightmare would be over.
Then, the only thing left was the pile of underwear that was now laying next to his front door. Perhaps he could deliver it through the mail… no, that would be weird. Maybe he could jump from the balcony, and reach the one next…
Whatever. This wasn't important.
Kim Dokja headed to his room, looking for some tape and maybe a piece of cardboard to cover that damn hole.
[ . . . ]
Yoo Jonghyuk was avoiding him. And yes, he learned his neighbor's name thanks to the neighbors group chat he was in.
He also learned that he had moved out after him, so that explained why Kim Dokja never interacted with the guy. Also, it explained why the hole was not a problem before. The apartment had apparently been empty for a long time until Yoo Jonghyuk came along.
Now, back to the main point: Yoo Jonghyuk was avoiding him.
Kim Dokja realized this fact when he walked out of his apartment to buy groceries and the guy was casually walking into his own apartment. Their eyes met, and Kim Dokja was greeted with a glare. The glare wasn't even subtle, the guy was openly glaring at him.
Kim Dokja stood there, frozen. Until finally, Yoo Jonghyuk looked away with a huff and walked inside his apartment. The door was slammed shut.
Okay, that was weird.
But then it happened again, when Kim Dokja was walking out of his apartment for work.
And then it happened again when he was carrying his laundry basket to the laundry room. That time, Yoo Jonghyuk even had the audacity to keep a longer stare to his laundry before glaring at Kim Dokja with an intimidating glare, that Kim Dokja himself was starting to get tired of.
The things scaled further when Yoo Jonghyuk actually shoved him once.
Kim Dokja would have believed it was an accident, if the guy wouldn't have been a complete asshole the last few days. But when the guy suddenly shoulder bumped him in the hallway —with an amazing strength, he may add— Kim Dokja couldn't help feeling angry.
“ Are you not going to even apologize? ”, he found himself speaking up for the first time in his life.
Kim Dokja didn't even stand up against his bully in highschool but here he was now. The guy could even break him in half if he wanted, but Kim Dokja was so mad, he didn't mind. Maybe because the asshole had been too blessed in this life.
I mean, he was handsome, popular and he could even afford the biggest apartment of the block too. But most importantly, he wasn't getting his underwear stolen anymore. Why was he even angry all the time?
“ Excuse me? ”
The deep voice sent shivers through Kim Dokja's body. Damn, that fucker even had a sexy voice. If it weren't for the glare now being directed at him, he would've been a bit turned on. Just a bit.
“ You bumped into me ”, Kim Dokja explained with a much calmer tone. Even if he was angry, he had to act like a mature adult. “ I asked if you're not going to apologize for that ”.
Yoo Jonghyuk tsked, eyes looking around before settling back on him. Then, he walked closer. His enormous and hot body standing just right in front of him in an attempt to intimidate Kim Dokja. Of course, he had succeeded. But Kim Dokja was just too good at pretending.
“ Should I be the one apologizing, when you're the one who stalked me and stole my clothes out of my apartment? ”.
What?
“ What? ”, Kim Dokja asked without even trying to mask his horrified face. Yoo Jonghyuk didn't seem phased by that expression on him, in fact, his glare was only intensifying.
“ Don't pretend. I saw you following me. Even if you stopped now, it doesn't mean I will forgive you ”
Kim Dokja was now blushing. Not only because of what he was accused of, but because Yoo Jonghyuk actually noticed him following him and staring. Kim Dokja really had hoped Yoo Jonghyuk was just a handsome face and no brains. But apparently the guy was also blessed with a brain.
Just great.
“ I… I wasn't ”, Kim Dokja paused at his own stuttering. He took a deep breath, he couldn't hide it anymore, “ My cat has been… stealing your underwear through the hole behind my fridge. I can only guess that the hole has access to your room so… ”, Kim Dokja felt all his blood rising to his cheeks, and he looked away from Yoo Jonghyuk's intense glare.
“ I was just trying to figure out how to tell you ”, Kim Dokja admitted.
Then silence.
Realization must've hit Yoo Jonghyuk hard in the head, because the guy actually took a step back from him. His body slowly relaxing in thought, but not really saying anything, as he was thinking who knows what.
“ I b-blocked the hole with tape already so… that won't happen again. Sorry ”.
“ Your cat ”, Yoo Jonghyuk suddenly said with a frown, “ What color is it? ”.
Kim Dokja blinked, eyes already darting to his apartment door.
“ White ”.
Before the guy could actually grab him by the neck —not in the kinky way, unfortunately— Kim Dokja quickly made a run back to his apartment.
He closed the door silently, trying hard not to scream his embarrassment away.
[ . . . ]
The next week was awkward. He tried to get out of his apartment earlier than he ever did, just to avoid facing his jerk of a neighbor. He also got home later than usual, choosing to take a longer walk until he was sure his crazy neighbor was already inside his apartment and there were zero chances of facing each other.
It was bothersome, but he couldn't face him. Not after what happened.
Unfortunately, Yoo Jonghyuk didn't think the same way. Because the next weekend, he showed up in front of his door with a scowl on his face.
Kim Dokja had been tempted to close the door right then.
“ This is hard to explain ”, Yoo Jonghyuk began, using two of his fingers to press the bridge of his nose. He was carrying a fruit basket between his arms, for God's sake, “ But my sister grew attached to your cat, thinking it was a street one. She hasn't stopped crying since last week ”.
Yoo Jonghyuk's eyes glared at the fruit basket, seeming disgusted just by having it between his arms. Kim Dokja was about to speak, when the said basket was roughly shoved against his chest.
“ Just take the tape off the hole and let your cat visit her again ”, Yoo Jonghyuk said with a hurried voice.
Was this bastard unable to truly apologize?
“ No ”, Kim Dokja looked down at the basket of fruit, shoving it back to Yoo Jonghyuk's direction, “ I don't want to keep seeing your underwear all around my place! ”.
His voice must've been higher enough, because Yoo Jonghyuk looked around and then pushed him inside his own apartment, entering too without even asking permission, and then slamming the door behind them. The fruit basket was, once again, shoved against his arms.
“ Shut up. You're noisy ”.
Kim Dokja tried to ignore the fact Yoo Jonghyuk was standing too close now, and that he could have a sniff of his cologne. Which wasn't attractive at all. Seriously.
“ Sorry ”, Kim Dokja blurted out. The heat was making its way back to Kim Dokja's cheeks. And he would not be allowing that again. “ As I was saying… maybe your fans would love having a peek at your stuff, but not me ”, taking a big step back, he almost staggers with a fluffy body that had showed up once the door had opened.
Biyoo was openly staring at Yoo Jonghyuk, and in front of Kim Dokja's eyes, the little shit actually snuggled against his leg.
“ Things would be simpler if you had taught some manners to your pet ”, Yoo Jonghyuk pointed out. He acknowledged Biyoo with a soft pet behind her ears.
“ Shut up. You're noisy ”, Kim Dokja imitated him. Yoo Jonghyuk glared at him, but since Kim Dokja had already gotten used to that stare, he only shrugged it off.
His hands were still holding the basket, so he decided to let it down his dinner table. “ But you're kinda right. I couldn't stop her from bringing your stuff into my apartment. Apparently, she likes you too much ”, Kim Dokja added with a glare directed to his lovely kitten who was showing off her tummy at Yoo Jonghyuk.
“ If I make sure my… stuff… is out of her reach ”, Yoo Jonghyuk offered with a sigh, “ then you'll let her come visit again? ”.
Kim Dokja pursed his lips, not really coming up with a reason to refuse. So he didn't.
“ Fine ”, Kim Dokja turned around, heading to his room and taking the bag of laundry. He pretended not to blush, when he returned to the dining room and handed him the black bag without a word.
“ What is this..? ”, Yoo Jonghyuk peeked inside the bag. Kim Dokja was utterly pleased to see Yoo Jonghyuk's ears turning a shade of red once he realized. “ Oh ”.
Then silence.
Kim Dokja coughed, looking around in embarrassment. Why was he so awkward?
“ I washed them ”, he added. A fact that was completely unnecessary and made the atmosphere even more awkward.
“ I see. Thank you ”.
More silence. Fuck, someone just kill him already.
“ Then I'll head back- ”
“ Do you want a cup of water? ”
They both froze, once they realized they actually speak at the same time. Kim Dokja spoke up again, but to his complete horror, Yoo Jonghyuk did the same.
“ A cup sounds goo- ”
“ It's okay, maybe next tim- ”
God damn it.
“ Next time ”, Kim Dokja quickly added, before the unbearable awkwardness prolonged longer, “ You can visit me next time ”.
Yoo Jonghyuk nodded quickly, turning back to leave. Kim Dokja shouldn't have felt this deflated to see him so eager to leave, but the truth was that he actually was. But at the same time, he could understand his choice.
Kim Dokja was an awkward person.
“ Till next time ”, Yoo Jonghyuk say before leaving.
The door closed shut, and Kim Dokja sighed deeply. He really wished there wasn't a next time.
[ . . . ]
There was a next time.
Not a dinner with Yoo Jonghyuk —to his disgrace— but another theft.
Biyoo was an evil kitten, Kim Dokja had been aware of this ever since he picked her up from the streets when she was a mere kitten and decided to bite on Kim Dokja's nipple when he tried to guard him from the rain by putting her inside his shirt. Her fierce nature made him instantly like the creature.
But now, that same fierce nature was placing down a pair of boxers on his face.
“ WHAT THE FUCK? “, Kim Dokja stood up immediately from his couch, looking horrified at the male underwear laying on his couch.
Almost at the same time, footprints could be heard from the hallway and them his doorbell rang.
Standing up quickly, he made his way to the door and opened it.
There, in his majestic glory, was Yoo Jonghyuk. Shirtless.
“ She stole it from me while I was showering ”, Yoo Jonghyuk hurriedly explained.
Kim Dokja could now notice the droplets of water sliding down his black hair and neck. A small droplet was sliding down slowly through his chest. He probably needed to look away, in order to not look like an absolute creep.
Instead, Kim Dokja only moved out of the doorway to let him inside.
Yoo Jonghyuk hesitated a little, before stepping inside. His heavy gaze was fixed on Kim Dokja's face, before asking.
“ Are you sick? ”
Kim Dokja quickly shook his head. Without a word, he pointed to the place where Biyoo was now laying down with the underwear safely wrapped under her paw. At Yoo Jonghyuk's gaze, the kitten jumped off the couch and snuggled against his leg.
“ She… uhm… she seems to like you way too much ”, Kim Dokja noticed, averting his eyes of Yoo Jonghyuk's perfect six-pack. Fuck, he was clearly God's favorite.
“ It seems that way ”, Yoo Jonghyuk mused with an attractive chuckle. Kim Dokja was about to burst into flames. “ Are you sure you're alright? Your face is really red ”.
Without even asking for permission, Yoo Jonghyuk reached out to touch Kim Dokja's forehead. The mere contact sent shivers through Kim Dokja's body, even down his pants. He closed his eyes, trying to think of anything that wasn't Yoo Jonghyuk's half naked presence.
Think about a novel. Any novel that does not include NSFW material.
“ It 's fine. I'll be fine. I'm sorry about the troubles Biyoo has caused ”, Kim Dokja said all that with a hurried voice.
Once Yoo Jonghyuk was satisfied with his touching, he retreated his hand.
Kim Dokja could breathe again.
“ It 's alright. If you need anything, just ask ”, Yoo Jonghyuk muttered after a while.
“ Okay, thank you ”.
He must've been weird out by looking at Kim Dokja with his eyes tightly shut, but even then, Kim Dokja did not open his eyes. It wasn't until he heard the door closing, that he opened his eyes again.
The emptiness in his room was just like before that guy barged in, but Kim Dokja couldn't relax anymore.
[ . . . ]
It happened. Again.
And no, this time it wasn't Biyoo’s ability to steal other people's underwear. In fact, Biyoo hadn't even been involved at all.
What had happened again was Yoo Jonghyuk's shirtless body.
This time, on his way to work. The guy had probably changed his morning routine, since he was still running when Kim Dokja passed by the park in the direction of his work. As usual, Kim Dokja stared at the scenery and enjoyed his morning routine, until that guy showed up.
There, in the middle of the cold breeze of the morning summer and completely shirtless… was Yoo Jonghyuk. Their eyes met for a single second, in which the bastard actually smirked. He fucking smirked at Kim Dokja, and continued his morning jog.
Kim Dokja's face was as red as the tomatoes he wanted to throw on Yoo Jonghyuk's door.
Two times was an odd number, but still Kim Dokja could file it as a complete coincidence.
The third time, however…
The third time was actually so damn shameless, that it confirmed his suspicions about Yoo Jonghyuk doing this on purpose.
Because Yoo Jonghyuk never used the laundry room. Kim Dokja knew this for a fact. But now, Yoo Jonghyuk was sitting on top of a washing machine, topless and reading a magazine with an expressionless face. Kim Dokja pretended not to notice the subtle movements of his arm muscles each time he turned the page.
“ Good morning ”, Kim Dokja greeted instead. He knew, for a fact, that his face was completely red once again. But he pretended not to notice. “ I didn't know you used this room ”.
Yoo Jonghyuk climbed off the machine, putting down the magazine to walk closer to Kim Dokja.
“ I usually don't ”, Yoo Jonghyuk admitted. His gaze was piercing Kim Dokja's body, but Kim Dokja could not muster the courage to look back at him. If he looked, he knew he wouldn't be able to control the direction of his eyes. “ Are you still sick? ”.
Kim Dokja should slap the jerk.
“ I never was ”, Kim Dokja admitted while choosing a machine and started dropping his clothes on the inside. He added the detergent and softener before closing the metallic doors. Once he was about to start the machine, a hand grasped his wrist.
Kim Dokja looked up, suddenly aware of how closer Yoo Jonghyuk was now. One of his arms was blocking the way to the door, while the other held his wrist tightly. He swallowed hard, eyes unconsciously wandering down his body.
“ Do you want to have dinner at my place tonight? ”, Yoo Jonghyuk asked with a lower voice.
Kim Dokja was not sure if that was supposed to be a threat.
“ Does… do I have to bring Biyoo with me? ”, Kim Dokja blurted out without really thinking about it. Actually, he couldn't think about anything at all. The only thoughts inside his head were sinful and dirty.
Yoo Jonghyuk sighed.
“ Since you're apparently a fool, I'll ask you this directly ”, Yoo Jonghyuk's face got suddenly closer, until Kim Dokja couldn't see anything more than those golden-like eyes. “ Do you want to have dinner with me? And before you ask, yes, it is a date ”.
Kim Dokja gaped at him. The previous actions of Yoo Jonghyuk trying to get his attention suddenly made sense. It made so much sense, that he felt embarrassed to have noticed it so late.
“ Sure ”, Kim Dokja muttered with an enormous blush on his cheeks.
Yoo Jonghyuk smirked, before backing away. He seemed truly satisfied with Kim Dokja's answer.
“ Be there at 7PM ”, Yoo Jonghyuk said while walking out the laundry room. He stopped by the door, giving Kim Dokja a look, “ By the way, nice boxers ”.