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Kim Dokja woke up alone in the bed, which was expected. Yoo Joonghyuk would wake up at ungodly hours to start off his day, but at least he'd prepare breakfast for him before leaving the house. They had been roommates for a few months and only started dating quite recently. He took a shower before lazily heading downstairs and slouched on the table.
There was a small note left for him. He picked it up excitedly but then was immediately disappointed. Instead of a sweet note of his darling boyfriend telling him how much he loves and adores him, it was just instructions on warming up his food. As if he couldn't figure out himself. Well he did almost burn down the kitchen once while trying to fry an egg but that wasn't important.
He ate the food and stared at the empty seat opposite to him. Yoo Joonghyuk has been called in for work more than usual and all Kim Dokja wanted to do was be dramatically upset about it until he returned back home. He grumbled to himself while eating the food, trying to be mad but it was too delicious for him to maintain that anger. So he decided to do what he usually did when he was upset. Argue with strangers online.
And by strangers he means his client and by online he means at his desk where he worked from home.
He was an editor and despite the author having good writing, her personality was annoying enough for him to harshly critique everything she sent.
He opened up their DMs, which wasn't the most professional way to establish things but neither of them were professional.
Direct message from Kim Dokja to Han Sooyoung
Kim Dokja: hey whats that animal that looks like a rabbit but isn't
Han Sooyoung: ??
Han Sooyoung: tf ?
Han Sooyoung: is this a riddle ?
Kim Dokja: just answer it
Han Sooyoung: a hare ?
Kim Dokja: yeah and what's the name of the thing on your head (not your brain the thing you actually have)
Han Sooyoung: fuck you
Han Sooyoung: is this ur way of saying I wrote hare instead of hair
Han Sooyoung: you know you can just edit the document
Kim Dokja: this is more fun
Kim Dokja: imagine being an author and getting homophobes mixed up
Kim Dokja: HOMOPHONES
Han Sooyoung: if I was homophobic I wouldn't be working with you
Kim Dokja: You're A Lesbian
Han Sooyoung: and you're a pervert
Kim Dokja: ???what???
Han Sooyoung: you read books about girls kissing
Han Sooyoung: weirdo
Kim Dokja: ITS NOT MY FAULT THATS ALL YOU WRITE????
Han Sooyoung: and you choose to work with me
Kim Dokja: weren't you the one who like....begged me
Han Sooyoung: all the other editors gave up on me
Kim Dokja: deserved
Kim Dokja: .......i don't know why they'd do that your writing isn't bad....
Han Sooyoung: ew
Kim Dokja: this is why im never nice to you
He spent a few more hours editing through her unfinished work, and felt a little disappointed when he reached her latest chapter. He really didn't want to admit it but he was dying to read more. A confession scene was the cruelest cliffhanger to be left on. But he was too prideful to just ask her for the rest of the plot. He closed his laptop for the day and just then the front door opened.
He immediately leapt out his chair and rushed downstairs, but then he realised he was supposed to be mad so turned around quickly and went back to his room.
“You know you can't act like you're mad right after behaving like a sick puppy when his owner comes home." Yoo Joonghyuk entered the room, taking his coat off.
"Don't call me a puppy that's weird." Kim Dokja grumbled, pretending to read his book.
"So you're not ignoring me?"
"I am."
"Your book is upside down."
Kim Dokja huffed and set his book on the table. "Can you like quit your job forever and never leave the house and be surgically glued to my side?"
“That doesn't sound practical or healthy." He sat on the bed exhausted. "And we can't live on single income."
“I have a plan." Kim Dokja turned to his tired white kitten and petted her. "Biyoo we'll have to sell your feet pics." She hissed as if she understood what he said and ran out the room.
"Don't do that." Yoo Joonghyuk said.
"What if I get super rich and famous before tomorrow?"
Yoo Joonghyuk was tired but decided to indulge in his boyfriend's antics. He sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled Kim Dokja onto his lap.
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"I'll sell my body. To science, I mean."
"You'd have to be dead to do that."
"Exactly-"
"Kim Dokja." He pinched his cheek.
“Argh- I'm joking!" He rubbed his reddened cheek.
“Don't joke about that."
Kim Dokja gave a sly smile then snuggled up to his side. "I love you." He whispered then suddenly Yoo Joonghyuk immediately pushed him off. "Wha- hey!"
“I need to make dinner." He walked down the stairs. Kim Dokja sighed and trailed after him.
“I have a theory-"
“No."
“If we stop eating food maybe our body's will evolve and realise we don't need it anymore."
“You've been reading too much fantasy." He got out the pots and ingredients, putting on his black apron.
“Why don't you ever wear the apron I bought you?"
Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the bright pink apron hanging on the door which said "KISS THE CHIDDIES (CHEF TIDDIES)"
“Is that a serious question?" He raised his eyebrow. When Kim Dokja merely smiled at him he ignored him and began cooking. "Surely you have something better to do than stare at me cooking."
“But I missed you."
He sighed and turned to him. "I missed you too."
“And you'll cuddle me after dinner?"
“Of course."
“And fall asleep while I surgically glue you to my side?"
“You can't even tend to a paper cut without deepening the wound."
Kim Dokja blinked before typing quickly at his phone. Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him confused. "That's a solid line." He said, sending the quote to Han Sooyoung.
“Writer's are so odd." Yoo Joonghyuk muttered.
“Hey! You know all those games you're addicted to playing?"
“I'm not addicted-"
“Guess who wrote them."
Yoo Joonghyuk sighed. "Writers." He went back to cooking but couldn't help but smile.