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Yoo joonghyuk is about to put the cake pans into the oven before he sees Kim Dokja in the corner of his eye.
He watches his soon-to-be husband walk in with the grace of a baby deer— that is to say, with no grace whatsoever. His fiance is stupid, very foolishly stupid, as he dips his finger in the cake batter, puts it in his mouth, and emphasizes a smacking noise with his lips, all while keeping direct eye contact with Yoo Joonghyuk.
Then, he smirks and tilts his head slightly towards him. It’s something he always does when he thinks he is being funny.
Yoo Joonghyuk has no idea what his fiance is doing.
“That’s raw, Joonghyuk-ie,” he points downward to the batter.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s eye twitches.
“It’s literally batter, you fool, what do you expect?”
Yoo Joonghyuk opens the oven and places the pans onto the racks, setting a timer once he closes the oven door. When he’s done, Kim Dokja immediately wraps his arms around his neck, bringing their faces closer together. And because he is weak-willed, Yoo Joonghyuk wraps one of his arms around Kim Dokja’s waist and brings his other across his back to cup the base of his neck.
“Huh, I thought you knew how to cook?” Kim Dokja leans in, “Was all of that bragging for nothing?”
He’s marrying this fool tomorrow.
“You can’t even cook,” Yoo Joonghyuk says exasperatedly as he walks them to the nearby counter and encases both hands around Kim Dokja, pressing him into the counter.
Kim Dokja makes a non-committal hum and raises his eyebrow, “but it seems I know more than you.”
He’s annoying. He’s terribly fond of him.
Yoo Joonghyuk softly grabs and lifts his chin so he can kiss him. Once, twice.
His Dokja laughs at that, the arms around his neck pulling so that Yoo Joonghyuk is closer, “trying to shut me up?” Another kiss.
“Or are you trying to taste the flavor of the batter?” A fourth kiss. “I really can’t tell.”
“Both.”
He is unfortunately very cute. He’s marrying this fool tomorrow. He’s marrying Kim Dokja tomorrow.
Yoo Joonghyuk moves to grab a hold of both of Kim Dokja’s hands from around his neck. He kisses each fingertip, softly, slowly, gently, each kiss giving Kim Dokja a whispered secret that all lead to the same thing: I’m in love with you.
A small “Joonghyuk,” is let out into the air; the syllables trip over each other, whispering a secret of its own, its answer all the same.
His Dokja’s expression is a tearful one; full of emotion, full of warmth. It’s so warm, it threatens to spill everywhere. Kim Dokja is like the sun.
He slots one of his hands with Kim Dokja’s.
It’s not really a secret that he loves him, actually.
Unknowingly, Yoo Joonghyuk’s left eyebrow twitches and he says something that he means wholeheartedly: “Kim Dokja, please marry me.”
Kim Dokja laughs, a bit shaky, a bit wet, and it’s like his first proposal all over again. And Yoo Joonghyuk squeezes his hand slightly because he is also full of emotion.
“Aren’t we getting married tomorrow already?”
“Let’s get married, now.”
“Impatient…” Kim Dokja mutters under his breath, fondly.
Yoo Joonghyuk looks down at him expectantly.
“What- Oh wait, you really-?” Kim Dokja huffs a laugh, “you really want an answer to that?”
“Yes.” Of course he’s serious. “ Kim Dokja, marry me.”
“You’re not even phrasing it as a question, Joonghyuk-ah. Do it properly.”
“Kim Dokja, will you-”
“No.” Kim Dokja’s other hand that isn’t holding his own reaches and covers Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth.
Yoo Joonghyuk frowns. He speaks behind his hand, trying to finish, “will you mffgh-”
The hand presses down on his face with slight pressure, “No, no, stop, don’t–don’t even finish.”
And Kim Dokja lowers his head so that Yoo Joonghyuk can’t see his face. Unfortunately, his ears give him away, given that they turn bright red. He’s embarrassed, Yoo Joonghyuk notices.
“Stop, I- you’re really annoying, you know that?” He huffs out.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s reply comes out muffled, “You-” he starts to say before he’s interrupted again.
“I know. Just-” Kim Dokja raises his head and looks up at him. “I don’t think that I can survive if you ask that again.”
Kim Dokja removes the hand covering his mouth and grabs Yoo Joonghyuk’s unoccupied hand. He guides it and places it on top of his chest, right where his heart is. Its beats are rapid, erratic. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump. It’s an answer of its own.
Ba-dump, ba-dump. It’s clear what his answer is.
Yoo Joonghyuk breathes a breath in.
Suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk takes his fiance’s hands and arranges them into a position suitable for dancing. Yoo Joonghyuk takes a step back into their living room and Kim Dokja follows after.
His fiance is caught by surprise and lets out a slight gasp, “Wh-”
“Dancing. Do you know how?”
They waltz their way into the living room.
“I’ll take a step, and you’ll follow after.”
Kim Dokja nods, face down, looking at their feet. A step back, he follows. A step to the left, he follows that way. Another step back, he follows again.
Kim Dokja eventually looks up, having gotten the hang of it. He’s always been a quick learner after all.
Yoo Joonghyuk leads, step after step, gazing at his partner all the while. Kim Dokja’s eyes tell a story, they’ve always had, ‘I'd follow you anywhere,’ they seem to say. Kim Dokja had once said those same words back then, almost ten years ago, but it eventually led to them falling out. He doesn’t blame him, not anymore. Time changed, and time has allowed them both to heal. There’s nothing but honesty in his eyes, and so, Yoo Joonghyuk will believe him.
He’s glad that he was able to meet him again. Unfortunately and begrudgingly ever thankful to Han Sooyoung for accidentally making them meet up in that dingy barbeque restaurant years ago.
Suddenly, he feels pressure on top of his foot. He gives a wince and a slight hiss. He looks down and sees Kim Dokja’s foot on top of his own.
“Finally,” Kim Dokja’s eyes are shining, looking up at Yoo Joonghyuk with a smug grin. “I was wondering how you kept avoiding that.”
Kim Dokja laughs and tilts his head toward Yoo Joonghyuk slightly. “I’ve been meaning to do that for a while now.” he says as he grinds the balls of his foot on top of Yoo Joonghyuk’s toes.
His fiance is ridiculous. “Fool,” he tsks, rolling his eyes.
“Bastard,” Kim Dokja responds back without missing a beat.
Kim Dokja proceeds to try to step on his feet for the rest of their dance. Yoo Joonghyuk is just barely managing to avoid the attacks, but he won’t let his fiance know that. He keeps a face of nonchalance.
“Asshole! How are you managing to avoid each one!?”
Despite their usual bantering and Kim Dokja’s teasing, the moment is slow, calm, peaceful, with the stars in the night sky as their only witness.
Being with Kim Dokja is like holding a star. Burning, bright, but stuck with the everlasting feeling as if they are about to disappear any second.
They’re stopped out of their reverie by the sound of the timer going off, a loud beep, beep, beep.
They both stop. It’s silent except for the sounds of their breathing and the blaring noise of the timer. Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t move, he’s mesmerized by his fiance’s smiling face framed by the moonlight. Relaxed. Happy. In love. Kim Dokja is precious.
Beep, beep.
“The cake’s done,” Yoo Joonghyuk says stupidly, suddenly out of breath.
One of Kim Dokja’s hands slides down and reaches to grab his ass. “I can tell,” he says with a smirk and mirth swirling in his eyes, face tilting closer all the while.
Yoo Joonghyuk swats his hand away and Kim Dokja just laughs.
-
He gets the cake out of the oven. Fortunately, it’s not overbaked.
Letting the cakes cool, Yoo Joonghyuk starts working on making the cream and the frosting. Both he and Kim Dokja dislike too sweet desserts.
Kim Dokja sits on top of the counter, watching Yoo Joonghyuk prep
“I like the flavor you chose. Pistachio?” Kim Dokja mentions, likely remembering the taste from the cake batter he tried earlier.
“There’s also going to be dark chocolate and strawberry.”
He sees Kim Dokja smile at that. It’s reminiscent of when he and Dokja were younger, having gone wedding cake testing for fun, is what Dokja had said. Y’know, to expand your baking skills. They were the only two flavors they ended up really liking. The next day, Yoo Joonghyuk went back to ask the baker for their recipe. He’s using it now, just a bit tweaked to match both of their tastes better.
“Come here, help me.”
Kim Dokja gets off of the counter and helps him fill the piping bags with cream. With the help of Yoo Joonghyuk’s instruction they manage to fill and decorate the cakes together.
“Are you sure you want me to help with this kinda stuff?” Kim Dokja says as he leans in closer to the cake to try to pipe a rosette to the side of the cake. His eyes are focused. He’s putting too much pressure on the piping back, and the rosette turns out a bit sloppy.
Kim Dokja leans back and rubs the base of his neck with his unoccupied hand, letting out a sigh. “Well… it’s something all right.”
The rosette is off center; it hardly looks like a rose with how misshapen it is.
Yoo Joonghyuk squints his eyes at it, and coughs, “It’s…”
“You can be honest, Joonghyuk-ah, I’m not going to die.” Kim Dokja rolls his eyes before he suddenly looks up at Yoo Joonghyuk and says, “Hey, can I turn it into Biyoo?”
His fiance is ridiculous.
Yoo Joonghyuk lets him do whatever.