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The first time it happens, Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t even think it’s a real problem.
He’s on the couch, scrolling through recipes he’ll never admit he enjoys reading, when the door unlocks.
Kim Dokja walks in with some guy behind him, both laughing like the world isn’t a miserable place.
Joonghyuk looks up, annoyed at nothing in particular.
Dokja’s hair is messed up from the wind, cheeks warm from the night air, and something about the sight hits Joonghyuk like a punch.
The guy beside him says something stupid and Dokja laughs again, softer this time, like the universe is rewarding the idiot.
“Keep it down,” Joonghyuk mutters, even though nothing is loud.
His grip on his phone tightens until his knuckles ache.
He tells himself it’s because he hates strangers in his home.
Dokja pauses, smiling apologetically.
“Sorry, hyung. We’re just grabbing his charger.”
We.
The word grates against Joonghyuk’s nerves like sandpaper.
He watches the stranger’s hand brush against Dokja’s lower back.
Something ugly and sharp flashes inside him, burning hot and unreasonable.
He glares so hard the guy quickly pulls his hand away.
They disappear into Dokja’s room, and Joonghyuk’s chest is tight the entire time.
He’s irritated.
He’s restless.
He’s furious for no reason.
When the guy finally leaves, Joonghyuk doesn’t say a word to Dokja.
He just stares at the blank TV, heart pounding in a way he doesn’t understand.
He doesn’t sleep that night