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“Hmm…” Kim Dokja scratches his head, tumbling out of bed in search of nothing in particular. His eyes, still weary with sleep, are closed tightly shut, his hands reaching out to grab onto whatever. In no time, he makes it to the bathroom, working quick to rinse his face, brush his teeth—getting ready for whatever it is to come.
He stumbles out of the bathroom as soon as he brushes his teeth. His hair probably looks like a mess right now, but he has no care for anything as meaningless as that. Kim Dokja’s bleary eyes take in the messy sight of the kitchen.
Yoo Joonghyuk is already up, cooking in the kitchen. The sound of the kitchen exhaust fan whirrs, overwhelming the sounds of stirring, clinking, and clanking from Yoo Joonghyuk’s ministrations. From the side, he can see Yoo Joonghyuk wearing the pink apron he’d gotten him as a gag gift years ago.
The scent of food already makes his mouth water, even with his senses still dampened by sleep. But, something else smells much more divine to Kim Dokja than just the food. The scent of Yoo Joonghyuk’s pheromones, rich with an herbal taste, sinks into Kim Dokja’s mouth, resting on his palate.
Just a taste, barely even a whiff of it isn’t enough, though.
It prompts Kim Dokja’s jelly-like legs to move himself towards Yoo Joonghyuk, creeping behind him as quietly as he possibly could until he’s finally in reach.
He wraps his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk’s waist, hugging him from behind. Burying his face against his nape, he mumbles, “What’cha doing?”
“Cooking,” Yoo Joonghyuk says. “Good morning, Dokja.”
Kim Dokja releases a laugh. What a blunt answer.
“Good morning, Joonghyuk-ah,” he mumbles in return. Kim Dokja buries his head further against his nape, taking a lungful of air right by his scent gland. A short snort sounds from right above Kim Dokja, the action sending a calming vibration through his body.
After another lungful of his scent, Kim Dokja finally extricates himself from Yoo Joonghyuk’s nape. Of course, his arms are still wrapped around Yoo Joonghyuk’s waist, barely long enough to completely stretch around him.
His warmth is calming enough that Kim Dokja could fall asleep while standing. That is, of course, if his stomach was in a calmer state. Right now, with his body weak, only after having a filling breakfast will he be able to fall back asleep again.
He puts his chin on Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder, lifting himself slightly to catch a glance of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cooking. A pot is boiling with something pale yellow, smelling very savory. It makes Kim Dokja salivate, his hunger only rising with the temptation of food in front of him.
“Is it soup today…? Or are you going to torture me with another one of your demonic food experiments?” Kim Dokja’s eyes flick up to Yoo Joonghyuk’s expression, taking in his handsome face. Even while cooking he looks the part of a model. This scene right now could even be mistaken for a damn ad for the kitchen equipment he’s using.
“What demonic food experiments?” Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes snap towards him. He releases a sigh, “It’s not something new.” He ladles the soup, stirring it. “Egg drop soup.”
“Mmm…” Kim Dokja hums. “Smells good.”
He tip-toes high enough to lean his entire chin against Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. He leans further forward as a result, his arms shifting their spot from his waist to up higher. It’s a precarious position himself, given that Yoo Joonghyuk is cooking, but it’s a willing sacrifice he’ll make, just to stick by his side.
“Be careful.” Yoo Joonghyuk puts the ladle down as he gingerly pries Kim Dokja off of him, removing his arms from where they’re placed on him. Just as he does so, Kim Dokja latches right back on, like a leech unwilling to let go of its host.
A huff is heard from right in front of him. Kim Dokja bites down a laugh.
“You’ll burn yourself if you stick onto me,” Yoo Joonghyuk mumbles. He tries, once again, to pull Kim Dokja off, but he stays firmly stuck to Yoo Joonghyuk. Each time Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers try to gently pull him off, Kim Dokja sticks back on, akin to a rat stuck in a glue trap. But, in this case, Kim Dokja is all to willing to be stuck to Yoo Joonghyuk for all of eternity.
No matter what, Kim Dokja wouldn’t get off of Yoo Joonghyuk. This warmth was simply too addicting, and there wasn’t any real chance of danger, was there?
“Don’t care,” Kim Dokja grumbles. He closes his eyes, nose digging into Yoo Joonghyuk’s scent gland again. Another deep whiff is taken, the scent coursing through his body.
He’d heard stories about other omegas growing tired of their mate’s scents, but, for Kim Dokja, the mere idea of that is practically unfathomable. He’s not a big tea person himself—preferring sweeter drinks—but as he grew to bond with Yoo Joonghyuk, his tastes had somehow changed to prefer this scent, grassy, with notes of sweetness hidden deep in his rich pheromones.
From Yoo Joonghyuk’s actions as well, Kim Dokja knows for sure that he’s addicted to his scent. On the weekends when they have time to cuddle, and in times when Kim Dokja goes through his pre-heat, Yoo Joonghyuk would stick by his side almost twenty-four-seven, scenting him and rubbing his face up against Kim Dokja’s nape, where his mating bite sits.
It’s a good thing. It’s something so mundane—something so domestic—that Kim Dokja had never thought he’d be able to experience himself. But after this much time with Yoo Joonghyuk, he’s experienced more than he’s ever experienced—and yet, the most mundane things are what he’s loved the most.
Yoo Joonghyuk releases a satisfied hum.
This bastard… Kim Dokja bites down a smile.
Yoo Joonghyuk appreciates this time together, too. Even if he tries so desperately to pull Kim Dokja off of him, it’s clear that he values this as much as Kim Dokja does. But, knowing this brat, he would never voice such opinions out loud in a thousand years.