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"Please take a break, please." Kim Dokja begged, trying to get Yoo Joonghyuk to stop slashing his sword around.
He pulled away from him and continued. "Do you want me to lose battles? Unlike you, I take training seriously."
"Yeah I know." He rolled his eyes. "But even you need a break, yeah?"
Yoo Joonghyuk finally turned to him with narrowed eyes. He noticed Kim Dokja looked out of breath for whatever reason. Why? He was just sitting on his ass doing nothing.
"Since when did you care about my health?"
Kim Dokja gasped in mock offence. "Of course I care about my dear companion! We're half of each other."
"You're so damn dramatic."
"Just take a break! Even watching this is tiring me out." He fanned himself.
Yoo Joonghyuk ignored him and continued his training. Kim Dokja groaned and stumbled away to find something cool to drink. It intrigued the taller’s curiosity, just a bit.
Later on, he watched Kim Dokja chat away with Yoo Sangah. Why was he always around her? Not that Yoo Joonghyuk cared or anything-
His thoughts were halted when Lee Jihye smacked his shoulder as a greeting. He barely felt it, however, he noticed Kim Dokja flinch. Keeping an eye on him, he said to the teenager,
"Jihye, punch me as hard as you can."
The girl looked at him. "Is this a trap?"
"No." He stood before her. "I want to see how strong you've gotten."
Lee Jihye smiled excitedly. "Then I won't disappoint you, master!"
She stepped back, lifted her right arm then charged forward and threw a punch right at his stomach. Yoo Joonghyuk didn't even budge, however, Kim Dokja was suddenly knocked down and on the floor, clenching his stomach.
"ARGHHHHH." He cried out.
"...Dokja?" Yoo Sangah said, concerned.
Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him with a hard gaze.
"Ahjussi what's wrong?" Shin Yoosung asked, running to him in worry. Lee Gilyoung went to his other side as he shakily sat up.
"Don't worry kiddos, he's just pregnant," Han Sooyoung said.
"NO!" Kim Dokja yelled.
"Pregnant?!" The kids cried in horror.
"Yoosung, punch his stomach!"
"Good idea!"
"WHAT?!"
"I can punch it." Lee Jihye offered with a smirk.
"P-please... no..." Kim Dokja begged, out of breath.
Yoo Joonghyuk stealthily pinched his own arm and noticed the way Kim Dokja flinched again. That confirmed it. He walked over, grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder.
"What the-?! Joonghyuk!"
"Be careful he's pregnant!" Lee Gilyoung called out as he walked off.
"I'm so excited we're going to get another baby sibling." Shin Yoosung smiled. "Biyoo you're not going to be the youngest anymore!"
The dokkaebi puffed into the air and let out an adorable cheer.
Meanwhile, Yoo Joonghyuk set Kim Dokja down on a chair in the kitchen.
"What the hell is your problem?!" He spat.
Yoo Joonghyuk simply walked away. "You can feel whatever I feel, can you?"
He froze, and gulped.
"I knew it. Finally."
"...Finally?"
"Finally."
Then, Yoo Joonghyuk picked up a tomato. Kim Dokja's eyes widened.
"NOOOO! NOOOO-"
But he couldn't stop him. Yoo Joonghyuk professionally sliced the fruit-vegetable with one hand while holding Kim Dokja by the collar with another.
Then, he ate it. Kim Dokja screamed like he was being tortured, while gagging.
"You monster... you're a monster!" He cried, tears in his eyes.
"It's revenge."
Kim Dokja moped, knowing what he was talking about. One time Yoo Joonghyuk had a scenario penalty where Kim Dokja could control every word that came out of his mouth, and he did not show him mercy.
"Are you done torturing me?" Kim Dokja mumbled.
"I'm going on a run."
"NOOOOO-"
A few hours later, Kim Dokja was resting in bed earlier than usual, which Yoo Joonghyuk saw as a win because that man never seemed to sleep or let himself rest. The shorter was very bitter. Yoo Joonghyuk's training routine was intense- and he didn't even gain any strength from it in his body so he was just feeling tired for no reason! He sighed, wondering if Yoo Joonghyuk was a robot because how did he handle all that exercise and still be standing?
He sighed, groaning against the pillow. Then, he felt something against his lips. He pulled away from the pillow but the sensation was still there. He knew Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t eating anything as he couldn’t taste the food, so what was…
He frowned, a heavy frown. Was that bastard kissing someone? While the penalty was still ongoing?
“What a jerk…” he grumbled lying against the bed in defeat.
He wondered who the man was kissing. Lee Seolhwa? That would make the most sense. His fist clenched. He didn’t know why this was getting to him, Yoo Joonghyuk could kiss whoever he wanted, well it’d be better if it did it without it being an indirect kiss on Kim Dokja as well.
Meanwhile, Han Sooyoung was staring at Yoo Joonghyuk.
“Why are you making out with that chapstick?” She asked, confused.
“To see if he comes to find me,” he mumbled, continuing.
The woman rolled her eyes at his crypticness and walked off. He set the object down, then looked at the back of his palm.
Kim Dokja stared at his hand, confused. It felt like someone just kissed it. He wished someone would actually do that for him.
Once the scenario penalty was over, Kim Dokja felt free, but also was annoyed. Yoo Joonghyuk uncharacteristically decided not to train at all the next day.
“Bastard… he did that on purpose,” he grumbled, glaring at the man from across the room.
Yoo Joonghyuk caught his gaze. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lifted his hand. Kim Dokja looked at him in confusion. His eyes widened when the taller pressed a kiss on the back of his calloused hand.
Kim Dokja went completely red.