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Kim Dokja had three favourite things. The first were books, of course. The second was reading those books in a comfortable area, like in bed while the rain pattered outside. The third was his sunfish.
It was a rainy weekend and here he was, comfortably in bed reading while Yoo Joonghyuk cuddled him, tired from the day. A perfect afternoon, for Kim Dokja at least.
His boyfriend didn’t speak much to begin with, but this time he was dead silent from how exhausted he was. The only thing that recharged him these days was being around Kim Dokja, no matter what they were doing… most of the time at least. What was so interesting about that damn book?! It didn’t even talk. Maybe Kim Dokja had a type.
Oblivious to the taller’s moping, Kim Dokja hummed and turned a page, enjoying the warmth. He was… so happy.
No, don’t cry. Don’t cry over this- you already cried this morning from eating dumplings.
He didn’t know why he suddenly got so emotional these days. Could it be because he suppressed his emotions for years upon years and didn’t reveal them to anyone but Yoo Joonghyuk and even then he bottled them up until he cracked over the smallest things? No, that was a reach.
He yawned, determined to reach the end of the chapter before falling asleep. A finger poked his cheek.
Kim Dokja looked over at the taller, who silently stared at him. He used his skill, knowing the other was still too drained to used his voice.
If you drool all over your book again I won’t stop you.
The reader chuckled, turning back to his book.
Why can’t you look at me the same way you look at that?
“Jealous of a book, Hyuk-ah?”
Then, he was crushed.
“ARGH- stop!” He giggled, trying to push him off. “I could die from this you’re so hEAVY-“ He exaggerated a cough.
Don’t talk about dying.
“I can’t breathe.”
Dramatic.
He pouted, smacking his side with the book. Which was a mistake because it was snatched quickly.
Kim Dokja could be mature, he could refuse to entertain the other and instead calmly wait until Yoo Joonghyuk got bored of teasing him. But he wasn’t mature.
“Give it!”
He struggled profusely, while Yoo Joonghyuk looked bored during their mini battle. Kim Dokja kicked him which earned a kick back. Like the Chainsaw Man opening name.
“Yoo Joonghyuk!”
The taller rolled his eyes at the use of his full name. He dropped the book down and Kim Dokja caught it like it was the most precious thing. He laid back down and held it in front of his face. Yoo Joonghyuk wished he’d hold him like that. No he didn’t (yes he did.)
Kim Dokja chuckled at the his expression, and gave him a sweet smile, ruffling his hair.
Yoo Joonghyuk smiled back.
…
Yoo Joonghyuk smiled back?!
The reader’s eyes widened. Without thinking he grabbed his face and analysed it. It wasn’t his usual small and subtle smile, or his sarcastic ones. He was beaming, his face radiant with the joy of being with his boyfriend.
Kim Dokja’s heart absolutely melted.
“What’re you doing?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, face still smooshed in his hands.
He let go, still reliving the moment in his mind, unable to stop thinking of that sweet smile, even if it lasted for a second, it’ll okay in his mind forever.
“Dokja.”
And he was the one who made him smile like that. Him. He made his boyfriend… happy. He was happy to be with him. He could have anyone, but he chose him.
“Dokja.”
Hands softly cupped his face, wiping away the tears. Kim Dokja blinked. When had he been crying? Why was he crying?
“What happened?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, incredibly softly.
He shook his head.
“I’m just… really happy,” he whispered, kissing his forehead. “I love seeing you smile.”
Yoo Joonghyuk blushed, then muttered, “I always smile.”
Kim Dokja barked out a laugh. “Wow- you’re even making jokes! What did you do with the real Joong-AHH!”
He pinched him.
Kim Dokja smacked him and pouted. Then, he chuckled and cuddled him, long forgetting about the book.
“Want to make you smile more… want to be the reason you’re happy,” he admitted. He really sounded pathetic, didn’t he?
“You already are.”
He was crying again. Yoo Joonghyuk smiled, kissing away his tears.