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bad day - day6 dopil

       

the door slammed loudly as wonpil threw his bag on the floor, startling a sleepy dowoon out of his nap. it surprised dowoon to see wonpil like this, especially since he was nothing short of a ball of sunshine most of the time, especially since they had moved away from jae, brian and sungjin to get their own space.

dowoons eyes trailed wonpil into the kitchen, when he opened the fridge to get some cold, left-over pizza from the night before. he slammed the door of the fridge, the hinges rattling from the old age.

dowoon stood, following wonpil to the kitchen as he ripped the plastic film from the plate and threw it on the fake marble counter to be cleaned up later. dowoon just stood there, leaning against the cupboards as his boyfriend of three years ignored his entire existence. he had clearly had a bad day at work.

dowoon had never been good with words, he had to practice what he'd say to the cashier at least ten times in his head when he was buying raspberry ropes (wonpil's favourite) from the 7/11 down the road and he'd still manage to mess it up every time. he stood there and watched his boyfriend slam the microwave door as he thought of the words to say, the dull hum of the microwave putting an eerie calm in the room.

"a-are you... okay?" dowoon whispered, almost to himself. wonpil leaned against the counter, a defeated look in his posture. dowoon went to touch his boyfriend on the arm, but instead got it swatted away with an icy glare pointed in his direction.

wonpil sighed, looking down at the counter below him, turning around to look at dowoon. dowoon opened his arms out for a hug as his slightly shorter boyfriend crumpled in his arms.

dowoon kissed wonpil's cheek lovingly, playing with his hair, massaging his scalp (wonpil's favourite). the shrill beep of the microwave sounded, signalling it had finished. neither of them made an effort to move, wonpil sighing into dowoon's arms.

they pulled away, wonpil staring at the white tiled floor.

"baby, go sit down. i'll finish this up." wonpil nodded, making his way to the leather arm chair with the tall sides. he flopped into it, putting his legs over the sides.

dowoon got the pizza from the microwave, transferring it to a colder plate and placing the hot one in the sink.

he took the plate over to wonpil, handing it to him silently. he went and flopped into the two person love seat, leaving wonpil alone. he knew how wonpil was when he got like this, agitated and exhausted.

it didn't help that his boss was a bitch and his only friend at work was excessively annoying and constantly seeks to push all his buttons and tug all of his loose threads. wonpil just needed some space to calm down.

the cartoons in the background (teen titans go!, wonpil's favourite) played quietly, both of them watching in complete silence. eventually, wonpil got up from his single chair, moving to join dowoon in the love seat. he laid down next to the half asleep boy, facing him and kissing his nose.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be like that." wonpil said, dowoon just nodding.

"it's okay, baby. there's nothing to be sorry for. i love you." dowoon wrapped his arms around wonpil's waist, pulling him closer. wonpil relaxed into dowoons arms as he placed kisses wherever he felt was necessary.

"i love you too, woonie." wonpil muttered, drifting to sleep in his boyfriend's warm arms.