Coming Home [Joongdok Oneshot]

Coming Home

Kim Dokja is on the bed, back against the headboard when Yoo Joonghyuk enters their room, a book resting on his blanket-covered lap. His legs are folded, forming a tent under the blanket and his lips are pursed like they always did when he was focused. He is wearing a shirt that Yoo Joonghyuk recognizes as his own since it was practically drowning the other's frame.

The only light in the room is the bedside lamp and Yoo Joonghyuk wants to scold him for straining his eyes again this way. It wasn't an unusual sight to see the man reading, hell that's what he did most of his free time, but it was certainly odd for him to be up so late. Kim Dokja quite treasured his sleeping time.

"Were you waiting for me ?" Yoo Joonghyuk said as he shrugged off his coat, dropping it on one of the hooks behind the door.

That made Kim Dokja spare him a half-glance before he looked back at his book, as if completely disinterested.

Yoo Joonghyuk chuckles, Kim Dokja is sulking, he realizes.

"No, then ?" He sits down on the edge of the bed to take his socks off, his shoes long abandoned at the entrance of their flat.

Kim Dokja still doesn't reply, but that does nothing to deter Yoo Joonghyuk. The other man tested his patience often enough for him to not lose his cool this easily.

Yoo Joonghyuk keeps on undressing, undoing his shirt buttons as he heads towards the en-suite bathroom. He only comes back after washing up and brushing his teeth. The warm water of the shower felt wonderful on his tired body. He was a pro gamer and since there was a huge esports tournament incoming, he had to stay late to practice with his team, Pacheonmaeng. Hunching on a gaming chair for hours ended up being a huge pain for his back and ass (both figuratively and literally). Being excellent at gaming (he wasn't called Supreme King for nothing) didn't mean the same for teamwork so working on it was necessary.

Kim Dokja is still focused on his reading as Yoo Joonghyuk opens the dresser to fish out clothes, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"If you weren't waiting for me, then is your book that good ?"

"Not really," Kim Dokja said distractedly as he turned the pages. "I got it from Han Sooyoung."

Kim Dokja is finally replying now that a book is involved. He could never resist when it came to his only hobby.

A good start, he could work with that.

"Something I would like ?"

"No way." Kim Dokja let out an undignified snort.

Yoo Joonghyuk turns around with a raised brow at the sound, fingers still in the waistband of the flannel pajama pants he just put on.

"Why not ? What's it about ?"

"Since when are you interested in what I read, Yoo Joonghyuk ?" Kim Dokja scoffs.

His full name ? Okay...

"Let's say I'm feeling particularly curious tonight." Yoo Joonghyuk flops on the bed, not bothering with a shirt, the bounce caused by his weight almost jostling the book off the reader's lap.

Kim Dokja's starry black eyes narrow as he glares at the taller man.

You brute, Yoo Joonghyuk can almost hear him say.

"It's really not your type of book." Kim Dokja huffs, turning pages again.

Kim Dokja uncharacteristically refusing to tell him about his book arouses Yoo Joonghyuk's interest for real now.