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Chapter 3

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Akin to a fish, Kim Dokja’s mouth bobs open and then closed. With the exception of extreme expletives, Dokja cannot find a single word to say to Yoo Joonghyuk, the same Joonghyuk from the morning, who stands with his luggage at the door. What was there to say? The stony expression on Joonghyuk’s face makes Dokja feel unwelcome in his own dorm, and each second makes his head spin faster. Ultimately, Dokja steps aside and lets Yoo Joonghyuk in without a word.

It’s a generally silent dorm tour around the dorm. Dokja’s prodding occasionally breaks this silence, insightful questions such as, “You’re sure this is the right room?”, the “Did you want a drink?” and the “You’re really sure this is the right dorm?”, all accompanied with a twitching smile. And akin to the graceful morning-class situation, Dokja sees that Joonghyuk is too good for words, and graces him with no reply at all.

Before he knows it, Dokja’s clock reads 12 AM. He had left Yoo Joonghyuk to his own devices, insisting quite wholeheartedly that Joonghyuk should make himself at home, before leaving to salvage the rest of his ruined study schedule. Yoo Joonghyuk, like the esteemed guest he seemed to be, had entered the washroom directly after the introduction, and Dokja hasn’t seen the door open since.

Kim Dokja’s knees are burning, as he picks up perhaps the 49th piece of stray paper off the guest bed. It’s 12:16 AM, and Dokja knows he was supposed to be sleeping precisely an hour ago, and it's also at this time that he regrets not having asked for a couch. Exactly a minute later, Yoo Joonghyuk emerges from the washroom, followed by a cloud of light, airy fragrance. Despite how fragrant Joonghyuk may or may not have left the bathroom smelling, Dokja takes slight offence, his washroom no longer emanating his comforting dollar store Febreze smell. He continues to pick up the papers, but it doesn’t seem as if the pile on Joonghyuk’s bed will abate any time soon. Joonghyuk has found a seat at the dining room table - Dokja’s seat - but Dokja pretends he doesn’t notice.

Because Dokja is the most considerate person in the world (and most definitely not because he’s tired - he’s way past his bedtime!), and since his bed is clean enough, he decides to offer it to Joonghyuk for the night. Dokja regrets not asking the university admin for a couch, but at this point there is little he can do but sleep on the floor or on the papers. He can also feel Joonghyuk’s eyes boring into the back of his head, and the tapping of his feet definitely do not rush him. “Here,” Kim Dokja says, standing up, cringing when his knees crack. He turns to face Joonghyuk, a guest pillow in hand. Joonghyuk stares at him, a blank expression covering his face. “...You can sleep on my bed tonight.” He’s waiting for Joonghyuk to politely decline (as social courtesy, of course), but to his surprise, Joonghuyk takes the pillow and goes straight to bed. His bed. He can imagine Sooyoung laughing at him. What a weirdo, Dokja thinks to himself, before lying on top of Joonghyuk’s paper-filled bed, sleep immediately consuming him.

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ok. i will finish this. thank you for all the support 🥲