Meeting Kim Dokja had been both a blessing and a curse— Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't quite decide, though he tended to waver between, depending on how badly the man got on his nerves that day.

๑ ׁ ˖ 𝘖𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘝𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 . ׁ 🤍

They had initially gotten off on a bad foot— Kim Dokja's capacity to run his mouth and Yoo Joonghyuk's low tolerance didn't always mix well, but over the course of living together, of course that bastard managed to defy the odds, and Yoo Joonghyuk had reluctantly begun to consider him someone important.

Someone annoying and overly cocky, someone who stayed up too late reading novels and was undeniably intelligent, someone who got passionate over his interests and looked soft in the mornings...

But, begrudgingly, someone important nonetheless.

Yoo Joonghyuk often found himself musing on such things in the quiet of their apartment when there wasn't much else to do. When did he get so domesticated?

"Hm."