[ They've known each other for quite a long time now, though Joonghyuk would retort that the universe cursed him to be Kim Dokja's companion. From their early years in high school till now, they're within reach... They're both adults with jobs, different fields (Joonghyuk coaches an eSports team now after he quit streaming), and things are a little bit different between them, too. Their messages are a lot more sparse than they used to be. They're not as entangled in each other's lives as they once were. Sometimes they cross each other's path in get-togethers, then they reconnect by spending familiar time again, and then drift apart all over again.
Yet Joonghyuk always comes back thinking about Dokja every once in a while. Sometimes, he would check their messages to see where it ended... It always came to the point where Joonghyuk either doesn't respond or wasn't available to, settled on silence and forgotten. It's only when Joonghyuk passes by a restaurant during his lunch does he remember that man's face again. It sticks to him the rest of the day till he drives home, even after he finishes helping Mia with her homework and they clean their plates. Memories sweep him off his feet and haunt him every waking minute. Its influence on his gestures and body language doesn't go unnoticed. Mia has always been perceptive and points it out, which makes him retreat to his room to wind down.
Frowning, he leans against his chair in his room and rips his eyes off of his computer screen to look at his phone. Before he knows it, his thumb taps on the screen and a string of words come together. A part of him wonders why he's always drawn back, why he circles to think about someone that always seems to pop in and out of his life. He knows the answer and it makes his eyebrows knit fiercely. It stays shelved for now. ]
There's a place nearby with an omurice special.
[ Odd enough that Joonghyuk remembers Dokja enjoys omurice despite its simplicity. Don't perceive, thank you. ]
[ the thing about being an 'adult' is that you more or less end up turning into a wingless bird — void from all possible flights, scattering to take cover from the predators known as corporate. yes, the pay is nice and it puts a roof over dokja's head, so he can't complain as much. but when was the last time he did anything else besides work on endless amounts of reports and get yelled at over things he had no control over? did he even have any friends left over? (though, the term is very vague as dokja was a homebody growing up, but he did have couple flaky souls in and out of his life.)
it's a weird thing to ponder over, but it gets even weirder when he sees his phone light up to reveal a familiar name plastered across the screen. joonghyuk? dokja blinks ever so slowly for a moment at the message because··· omurice? that's when his eyes close, eyebrows furrowing together as he tries to remember if he did something wrong to the guy when they last met up. there is no 'hello' or 'how are you', but that is typical of yoo joonghyuk and dokja doesn't worry too much on that minor detail. the problem is that the message read as if joonghyuk was saying this is your last meal.
his thumbs skid away, first typing I didn't do anything wrong, only to realize that sounds a little too defensive even for dokja. instead, he replies with, ]
And you thought of me?
[ after sending the message, he quietly stares at it for a while and finds himself thinking that this asshole is definitely going to him. it's a complete lie to say that he hasn't thought about joonghyuk every now and then. he watches the game matches he coaches, occasionally catching a glimpse of the ever so stoic guy on broadcast. yet, neither of them really reach out unless they have to or feel as if something is off.
and there are these dreams··· but dokja doesn't say anything to joonghyuk about it. not yet anyways since he has deadlines to meet. it's not like joonghyuk is going to feed and care for him if he's out of a job, right? ]
If you're paying then I'll go.
I'll buy dessert if you don't kill me right away after the meal.
[ Angry and murderous are not the words to describe Joonghyuk when he sent his text, but that sure changed when Dokja messages him back? His eyebrows shoot up, incredulous while the denial coils around him. There's an advantage of hiding your thoughts and emotions behind text and yet, no, Dokja continues to needle Joonghyuk and paint him as a violent brute.
He isn't that violent (he is) and he doesn't have an awful tempter (he does). A small part of him is glad that he's given this distraction before he gags on the unspoken truth—he thought about Kim Dokja. Maybe too often than he wants to, more than he should. ]
I wasn't going to hurt you, but maybe I should. It sounds like you did something to deserve it.
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Yet Joonghyuk always comes back thinking about Dokja every once in a while. Sometimes, he would check their messages to see where it ended... It always came to the point where Joonghyuk either doesn't respond or wasn't available to, settled on silence and forgotten. It's only when Joonghyuk passes by a restaurant during his lunch does he remember that man's face again. It sticks to him the rest of the day till he drives home, even after he finishes helping Mia with her homework and they clean their plates. Memories sweep him off his feet and haunt him every waking minute. Its influence on his gestures and body language doesn't go unnoticed. Mia has always been perceptive and points it out, which makes him retreat to his room to wind down.
Frowning, he leans against his chair in his room and rips his eyes off of his computer screen to look at his phone. Before he knows it, his thumb taps on the screen and a string of words come together. A part of him wonders why he's always drawn back, why he circles to think about someone that always seems to pop in and out of his life. He knows the answer and it makes his eyebrows knit fiercely. It stays shelved for now. ]
There's a place nearby with an omurice special.
[ Odd enough that Joonghyuk remembers Dokja enjoys omurice despite its simplicity. Don't perceive, thank you. ]
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it's a weird thing to ponder over, but it gets even weirder when he sees his phone light up to reveal a familiar name plastered across the screen. joonghyuk? dokja blinks ever so slowly for a moment at the message because··· omurice? that's when his eyes close, eyebrows furrowing together as he tries to remember if he did something wrong to the guy when they last met up. there is no 'hello' or 'how are you', but that is typical of yoo joonghyuk and dokja doesn't worry too much on that minor detail. the problem is that the message read as if joonghyuk was saying this is your last meal.
his thumbs skid away, first typing I didn't do anything wrong, only to realize that sounds a little too defensive even for dokja. instead, he replies with, ]
And you thought of me?
[ after sending the message, he quietly stares at it for a while and finds himself thinking that this asshole is definitely going to him. it's a complete lie to say that he hasn't thought about joonghyuk every now and then. he watches the game matches he coaches, occasionally catching a glimpse of the ever so stoic guy on broadcast. yet, neither of them really reach out unless they have to or feel as if something is off.
and there are these dreams··· but dokja doesn't say anything to joonghyuk about it. not yet anyways since he has deadlines to meet. it's not like joonghyuk is going to feed and care for him if he's out of a job, right? ]
If you're paying then I'll go.
I'll buy dessert if you don't kill me right away after the meal.
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He isn't that violent (he is) and he doesn't have an awful tempter (he does). A small part of him is glad that he's given this distraction before he gags on the unspoken truth—he thought about Kim Dokja. Maybe too often than he wants to, more than he should. ]
I wasn't going to hurt you, but maybe I should. It sounds like you did something to deserve it.