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The apartment, usually peaceful, was suddenly shrouded in a freezing atmosphere. Kim Dokja sat curled up on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the phone in his hand, though he hadn't actually processed a single thing on it. He was strictly observing the "Three No's" policy with Yoo Joonghyuk: No looking, no listening, and absolutely no responding.
The thing was, when Dokja went to work, during a burst of cleaning fever this morning, Yoo Joonghyuk had unceremoniously tossed out a stack of old papers lying under the desk. He had no idea that to Dokja, those weren't scraps—they were Han Sooyoung's old manuscript, the one she hadn't public and had gifted to Dokja on the one year anniversary of their friendship. Luckily, he hadn't dumped them in the garbage truck yet.
"Kim Dokja."
Yoo Joonghyuk stood before him, his tall frame blocking the living room light. He maintained his usual stoic expression, but his eyes betrayed a rare sense of awkwardness.
The only response was the swipe of fingers across the phone screen as Dokja pointedly ignored him.
Joonghyuk clicked his tongue, eyebrows furrowed. He stepped closer and sat on the edge of the sofa, the cushion dipping under his weight. "I retrieved them from the recycling bin. I’ve flattened them out and put them back on your desk."
Dokja remained silent, lips pressed into a thin line and deliberately turn his back against Joonghyuk.
"I will buy buy you the new webnovel that trending recently."
At the mention of webnovel, Dokja’s eyebrows twitched but he still not response, still maintaining the sulky expression.
Joonghyuk let out a sigh, a sound of indulge and unconditional surrender. He wasn't good at coaxing with words and certainly not at apologizing, but he knew exactly where this man's weakness lay. He reached out, gently took the phone from Dokja’s hands, and forced him to look up.
"Stop sulking. I made egg omelet you like." He paused, his voice dropping into a indulgent register. "And mango pudding for dessert. You can have as much as you want."
Hearing that tone, and his favorite dish and dessert? Dokja finally stole a glance at Joonghyuk, seeing his usually arrogant lover looking almost apologetic, like a large, abandoned puppy.
"Do you think food solves everything, Yoo Joonghyuk?" Dokja huffed, though his tone had softened considerably, clearly satisfied with Joonghyuk's remorseful attitude.
"At least it solves your hunger," Joonghyuk slid his hand into Dokja’s soft hair, pulling him closer to plant a light kiss on his forehead. "I'll ask before touching your things next time. Alright?"
How could Dokja resist to this clumsy but affectionate tenderness. Finally gave in, he let out a soft laugh then wrapped his arms around Joonghyuk’s neck, nuzzling into his shoulder. "Promise you won't throw anything of mine away again, without asking me, alright my big puppy?"
"I promise."
Then Joonghyuk lifted Dokja in a bridal carry and headed toward the kitchen. In the space filled with the delicious aroma of food, of course, Dokja’s sulking vanished completely.