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It had been five months since they had first gotten married, officiated in a ceremony in some random wedding hall in Seoul. Both Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk weren’t the type to care about location, costs, or any fickle things like that. The only important part was that they were officially recognized as married by the state.
Having had a bad start back in their university days, Kim Dokja himself couldn’t imagine how far they’d come. In both good and bad ways.
If you had told his college-aged self that he’d get married to that sooty bastard, he would’ve rioted and scoffed. He would’ve waved you off and walked away. It would’ve been a joke he’d tell Han Sooyoung—something so unbelievable it’d be considered a prank.
It was a completely fair reaction at the time. Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk had started off on the wrong footing, after all.
Yoo Joonghyuk, that paranoid bastard, thought that Kim Dokja was trying to seduce him. On their first meeting. In a group project course.
It made the entire course unbearable for both of them. Kim Dokja can recall in vivid detail the nights he had almost pulled his entire scalp off from stress. Yoo Joonghyuk was nitpicky over the slightest of things, nagging him over his part on the presentation.
The worst part of the entire ordeal was how they couldn’t even change groups. Since it was some group project course, the professor had gone on some nonsense about needing to work with people you dislike in the workforce, which had forced them into a situation that both of them hated for almost five months—the entirety of one semester.
The time that Kim Dokja discovered what Yoo Joonghyuk had hated him for was when they had gone out as a group for a final dinner. While under the influence of alcohol, Yoo Joonghyuk had spouted a whole lot of nonsense about Kim Dokja being after him for his pheromones.
He had to refrain himself from smacking him right in the face back then.
Now, it has become a memory they look back on. Kim Dokja still teases him about his delusions. Though, he knows that they were warranted for what he had suffered through at that time.
Yoo Joonghyuk had apparently suffered through some immense stalking from omegas prior in his high school. It got to the point where it threatened the safety of his sister. Of course, he wouldn’t let something like that slide. But, as usual, he was found to be the aggressor rather than the omega, simply because of his secondary gender.
Him managing to get into university after that stain on his record was a miracle in and of itself.
But, such things were better left in the past. Now, somehow, they made their weird relationship work. It worked better than expected, really. Though they had their hurdles, it was no more than a regular couple would.
It seemed like they were doing better than Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah, at least. Those two were a mess even Kim Dokja didn’t want to touch. Really, thinking about it gave him a massive headache.
It was surprising, to say the least. You’d think Yoo Sangah would be able to keep Han Sooyoung under control, but putting those two together was like trying to mix oil and water. It simply didn’t work.
Either way, Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk were doing well. Quite well, actually.
After Kim Dokja had showed him the positive pregnancy test, Yoo Joonghyuk found himself bending over backwards more often than not to try and accommodate Kim Dokja’s wants and needs. It was a nice change of pace.
Well, it wasn’t like he hadn’t done that before he got pregnant. It was just that… he simply became clingier. More than usual.
It seemed like he didn’t trust Kim Dokja to do anything on his own. If he had to go to the bathroom, Yoo Joonghyuk would be standing right outside, knocking every so often to check up on him. If he wanted to go outside to shop, Yoo Joonghyuk would follow him around like a lost puppy. If Kim Dokja wanted something to eat, at any time of day, Yoo Joonghyuk would jolt up and dash to the kitchen, cooking up whatever Kim Dokja was craving. Even if it was some insane time of day—like in the middle of the night—Yoo Joonghyuk would still jolt up as if his sole purpose in life was to cook filling meals for Kim Dokja.
It was a sight that warmed his heart. To think the bastard that terrorized his university days would be acting like this towards him.
He had never expected anyone to be this infatuated with him. He always found the concept of romance unattainable, but Yoo Joonghyuk had changed his mindset completely. If he woke up without the warmth of Yoo Joonghyuk beside him, without taking a deep whiff of his scent, he would always feel as though something was missing. Perhaps, this change was one for the better.
Though, some things never seemed to change. Of course, no matter what, Yoo Joonghyuk is always particular about how his meals are eaten.
“Hey,” Kim Dokja says, his mouth still chewing on pieces of egg and rice, “pass the soy sauce over.”
Yoo Joonghyuk gives him a look. A weary look, as if he’d returned from ten thousand years of manual labor. “...What?”
“You heard me properly. Pass it over. It’s not salty enough.”
“I put enough salt in when cooking.”
“Come on.” Kim Dokja pouts a little. “I want it to be saltier.”
“Dokja…” Even though he looks absolutely pained to do it, he hands Kim Dokja the soy sauce.
With the bottle in his hand, he pours an ungodly amount onto his meal. Through his peripheral, he sees Yoo Joonghyuk visibly deflate, his eyebrows twitching like little caterpillars inching across a leaf.
He can’t contain the snort that slips out at his expression.
Ah. Married life is quite peaceful after all.