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Kim Dokia collected the trash bag and tied it in a knot. One bunny ear, looped around and through the second hole— making a knot. He picked up the whole bin which was filled to the brim, he wasn't the best at keeping track of these things.
As he walked out of his building and took the elevator down he noticed that boy again. Yoo Joonghyuk was it? seems like they're going the same way…
Again..
He took note that they both went to the same high school a while ago after thinking that he was following him home.
‘EMMARASSING..’ Kim Dokja had thought remembering timidly asking if he was following him in the beginning of the year.
He had not walked far until Yoo Joonghyuk had called him over.
“Hey.”
“…hello…????” Kim Dokja replied, not really sure why his classmate was talking to him. “Do you need anything..?”
“hmph.”
‘okay what the fuck.’ Kim Dokja thought,
‘What's this guy's issue? Does he even need to be talking to me? What good does talking to me do? this guy is so..ANNOYING..!!! I bet he's a delinquent too..i mean just look at him,’
Dokja eyed him up and down.
‘hmph. strong guys like him are bound to be—‘
ding
Kim Dokja scurried out of the elevator, not even noticing the look that Yoo Joonghyuk gave as he practically ran out of the elevator.
The air was dry, cold and everything Kim Dokja hated. His hands trembled as he opened the dumpster and threw the trash bag in making a soft thump sound.
He turned around and headed back into his building. But something in this stomach felt odd.
he couldn't put his finger on it but— he didn't like it.
——
Yoo Joonghyuk walked into the elevator as Kim Dokja also walked in at the same time. He remembered that Kim Dokja had asked him if he was following him when he was just going home.
He thought it was funny.
Kim Dokja looked just like…like a stupid squid..
he glances over at him across the elevator, ‘too thin,’ Yoo Joonghyuk thought to himself. What good was a person if they were weak?
He had seen Kim Dokja in the summer before, it had been hot so everyone had been in a t-shirt or a tank top. Not Kim Dokja though. He always seemed to be bundled up.
Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to ask.
“hey”
hm..maybe it was too personal? nevermind..he wasnt too close to his hyung anyways.
To his surprise Kim Dokja actually answered.
“…hello…?”
“Do you need anything..?”
“hmph..” it wasnt any of his business to pry into Kim Dokjas life anyways. Has he always been this nosey about peoples lives?
——
Kim Dokja took off his jacket. He was wearing a thin white sweater underneath.
he was still grumbling about Yoo Joonghyuk being a total weirdo under his breath. He stepped into his cold apartment,
‘im so fucking poor.’ he thought checking his frige for any food even though he, one, doesnt have money. two, he checks it everyday like a desperate puppy yearning for food. three, if he doesn't have any money, and he spends all his time just on his phone and not going outside to buy food. SURPRISE..!! He's disappointed every time. “I should really kill myself..” he mumbles to the empty room.
‘I wonder if I can ask aunty for some money..’
he could go and ask Yoo Joonghyuk if he has any food. or he could just starve himself for another day.
Whatever he didn't have any dignity left anyways
Kim Dokja took the elevator over to Yoo Joonghyuk's apartment door. 4951. He stood there for a moment. Was he really stooping so low he was going to ask Yoo Joonghyuk for food? would he think it's weird that Kim Dokja knew where he lived even though Kim Dokja lived in 1865? I mean— 1865 and 4951 are on completely different levels..
‘Maybe I should just go,’ he thought, ‘it's not worth it and it's super weird..’
His hand wandered near the door bell.
Suddenly the door swung open and LOWKEY slammed into his face.
“a-ah..! ow..!” Kim Dokja shouted, though not loud.
ah…damn it. first he had made an embarrassment out of himself by THINKING to ask for food now he's even more embarrassed..!! Kim Dokja held his head low, clutching his forehead with both hands.
‘i want to cry’ the older boy thought, he didnt have dignity but it felt like the remaining rest of it got sucked out by satan himself.
“oh.” Yoo Joonghyuk said cooly
‘OH? OH? was this guy serious..!? he would show me some respect— well I didn't really show him any..WHO CARES..!!! i-im his uperclassmen..! his hyung..! dang that really hurts..!’
“oww..!..”
“What are you doing here Kim Dokja..”
“Yoo Joonghyuk-ah.. do…do..”
‘FUCK this is times 100 embarrassing.. I can't get my words out..!’
“spit it out”
“Yoo Joonghyuk-ah.. do you h-have…any..”
Yoo Joonghyuk showed a confused expression at his stuttering of words. he looked down at the older boy, waiting for what dokja was about to ask.
“food..” Kim Dokja mumbled, so quietly if Yoo Joonghyuk didn't have good hearing he would have missed it.
wanting to tease a little, Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down and glanced at the older boy’s way.
“what was that..say it again…hm?”
‘AGAIN..?! t-this basterd is crazy..! fucking ae-saekki..!*’
(애새끼 Ae-saekki, child and brat)
“i..i want food..”
‘sounds a little better now time to actually help my poor hyung…’
“come here Kim Dokja..”
Dokja walked into his house and took off his shoes and stepped up. Yoo Joonghyuk’s home wasn’t prestigious or anything— when you walk in there's a living room with a tv, a couch, working lights, with clothing racks that hang from the ceiling. Dokja turned his head slightly to the left, there was what he assumed was a bathroom and Yoo Joonghyuk’s bedroom. To the right, there was a small kitchen— like his own. A dining table where a little girl was coloring.
‘was that.. Yoo Joonghyuk’s SECRET DAUGHTER..?!!’
Kim Dokja looked in shock. they were only high schoolers, dang it was he right..? that..that Yoo Joonghyuk was a total delinquent?
“Yoo Joonghyuk-ah…is…is that..”
“my sister. Yoo Mia”
“o-oh..”
‘AGHHH TRIPLE EMBARRASSMENT..!!! FIRST HE HAD GOTTEN SLAMMED IN THE DOOR SECOND HE ASKED FOR FOOD AND NOW HE HAD CONFUSED SISTER WITH DAUGHTER..!!!’
“ill be in the kitchen making you food. do you want anything particular?”
“uh no..anything is fine..”
“hmph.”
‘what is Hyuk-ah’s problem with grunting..’ Kim dokja thought to himself as he glances at Yoo Joonghyuk’s sister. what was her name again..? yoo..mia..? hmmm..
kim dokja waited patiently as he glanced around Yoo Joonghyuk’s apartment complex. somehow.. it was better than his. was it because the yoo family cleans often? well.. dokja cant remember the last time he cleans his apparentment..
hes just been sulking and sulking and sulking ever since his dad died and mom left for jail..and hes been getting bullied to?! whats there to be happy about..!
“kim dokja.”
“eghk..!!”
“…”
“…”
“hmph..your food is ready..” Yoo Joonghyuk grumbled.
“woah…omurice..Yoo Joonghyuk-ah.. how did you know that this was my favorite..”
‘he also put demi-sauce instead of ketchup..how does he know i dont like tomatos..?’ kim dokja thought as he slowly picked up the clean spoon without much thought and and cut into the soft rice and started eating.
‘he eats so fast..’ Yoo Joonghyuk thought, ‘are his parents abusive? or maybe hes abandoned? he was carrying such a big trash bag this morning, does he not take care of himself?’
“eat slowly. dont choke.”
“y-yes Yoo Joonghyuk-ah..”