MY EVIL BOSS

Chapter 22

The time machine hummed softly as Doraemon and the gang finally stepped into the present. Their laughter echoed in the air, each of them thrilled to be back.

Suneo, brimming with excitement, clapped his hands and suggested, “Let’s have a party this evening!” Everyone agreed without a second thought, and soon the house buzzed with preparation.

The kitchen quickly filled with chatter and the clatter of utensils. Suneo busied himself chopping vegetables while Dorami kept an eye on the rice boiling on the stove. Ming and Kenji took charge of setting the dining table, arranging everything neatly.

From the couch, Nobita suddenly stood up and announced proudly, “I’ll cook something for you all today, guys!” Before anyone could react, Dekisugi rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Nobita with a playful grin. “No way! I won’t let you cook, baby,” he teased, throwing a quick wink at Gian.

Gian, catching on instantly, crossed his arms and huffed. “Hey, Nobita, sit down. I don’t wanna die after eating your handmade food.” Nobita glared at him, cheeks puffed with frustration, which only made everyone chuckle.

After some time Gian stretched his arms and said firmly, “Oh, you guys are working so hard!” Doraemon nodded absentmindedly, but before he could reply,

Gian added, “Let me sing you a song then.” At once, everyone froze and whipped their heads toward him, shaking their heads in unison. Ming frowned in confusion. “Why are you all stopping him? What’s wrong with a song?”

Gian smirked triumphantly and cleared his throat, ready to begin, but Suneo suddenly rushed forward and clung to him tightly. “Please don’t sing, babe!” he pleaded, his eyes wide with desperation.

Gian frowned at the interruption, and Suneo quickly stammered, “I-I mean… not now. You can sing later.” Gian’s stern expression softened into a nod, and everyone let out a relieved sigh.

As Suneo pulled away, Gian leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Suneo’s face flushed bright red before he bolted back into the kitchen, trying to hide his embarrassment.

By the time the food was ready, Doraemon had started preparing fresh juice for everyone. Kenji excused himself to answer a call and stepped into the back garden. Doraemon, eager to surprise him, followed quietly with a smile tugging at his lips

. But as he neared, Kenji’s voice froze him in place. “I’m gonna head back to Korea tomorrow.” The words hit Doraemon like a storm. His smile shattered instantly, eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Kenji was leaving—tomorrow—and he hadn’t even told him. The juice glass trembled in his hands before he set it down with shaking fingers. Unable to hold back the ache in his chest, Doraemon turned and ran, slamming his bedroom door shut behind him.

The sound echoed through the house, startling everyone. Nobita blinked in confusion. “What happened to him?” he asked, worry lacing his tone. Suneo could only shake his head, the room falling silent as an uneasy tension settled among them.

Kenji eventually returned to the kitchen, his expression calm as if nothing had happened. Dekisugi and Gian busied themselves arranging the dishes on the table until everything was set.

Soon, everyone gathered around, chatting and laughing as they settled into their seats. Yet Kenji’s gaze drifted toward the empty chair beside him—the one where Doraemon was supposed to sit.

“Mon-chan, come out! Let’s eat,” Nobita called, his voice gentle.

From inside the room came a sharp reply, “I don’t want to eat right now.”

Dekisugi frowned. “What’s wrong with him?” he muttered.

Dorami, who had been quietly observing Kenji, finally spoke in a cool tone, “Did you hurt him?”

Kenji shook his head, but Dorami wasn’t convinced. Knowing her brother better than anyone else, she raised her voice deliberately. “Mon, Kenji’s gone. Come out.”

Silence answered her, heavy and thick. Then, after a minute, the faint sound of the door unlocking echoed through the hall. But before Doraemon could step out, Kenji was already there. He reached for the door, pulled Doraemon inside, and shut it firmly behind them.

Ming’s jaw nearly dropped at the sight, but the others acted as if nothing unusual had happened, continuing their meal in peace.

Inside the quiet room, Doraemon stood with his head bowed, refusing to meet Kenji’s eyes. Kenji’s voice softened, careful and slow. “What happened, Mon?”

Doraemon stayed silent, his fists clenching at his sides. With a sigh, Kenji slid an arm around his waist, pulling him closer until Doraemon’s palms rested weakly against his chest. “Mon? Did I do something wrong, hmm?”

At that, Doraemon’s tears finally spilled. His shoulders trembled as he broke down in Kenji’s embrace. Alarmed, Kenji tightened his hold, resting his chin against Doraemon’s hair. Doraemon buried his face in the curve of Kenji’s neck, his voice muffled but trembling with pain. “You’re leaving… aren’t you?”

Kenji’s chest ached at the broken words, but he let out a soft chuckle, stroking his back soothingly. “I’ll come back again.”

Doraemon only clutched him tighter, as though afraid that if he let go, Kenji would disappear forever.

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