DOKJA + YOO JOONGHYUK

[bloodread]

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w6, monday (roomies edition.)

[afterword]

[ Back by unpopular demand-- just kidding, but Dokja is here despite room assignments! Of course, that means when he comes back to the apartment every day it'll probably be with either Joonghyuk or Akira. Family escort.

Anyways, he's setting his things down and looks at the bed that's in the same area as the couch. Hmm. Strange studio place but Dokja really won't complain as someone that's used to just camping out in the wild. ]

I don't mind taking the floor. [ Yes. It is decided. ] Thanks for letting me stay over, Akira.

[ Just Akira cause Joonghyuk will have to suffer with Dokja either way. :/ ]

[bloodread]

[ He shakes his head, not wanting the thanks. ]

You sure? [ Staring at the wall and ceilings and open layout plan, Akira actually looks almost happy. ]

Pretty close to home, but the ceilings are better. [ Read: taller. ]

[afterword]

I won't take the couch or bed from either of you, it's fine.

[ It's their room to begin with after all. Looking around, there seems to be extra pillows and blankets so he can set something up on the floor tonight. ]

Definitely more spacious than my apartment back home. [ feels salaryman on limited contract pay. ]

[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk won't say anything because he used to live in a house. ]

You asked Kijima Akira and not me?

[ what the fuck ]

[afterword]

[ (gasp) ]

Do you not want me staying here, Joonghyuk-ah?

[malewife]

It is polite to ask first.

[afterword]

You didn't answer my question.

[ it's honest week slut. ]

[malewife]

[ HE IS TRUTHFUL ]

I do not mind.

[afterword]

I'll be sure to ask you next week then.

[ Is he forgiven now? ]

[malewife]

[ no ]

[afterword]

[ uwaaaaah, scaaaaary. ]

Would you prefer I ask now instead?

[bloodread]

[ Akira looks between them for a second, shrugs, and then starts unpacking his things.

The dads are fighting but also this looks pretty normal to him, carry on. ]

[afterword]

[ Are they actually fighting though... their swords aren't going at it.

It's fine, they'll sort it out. ] Have you tried Joonghyuk-ah's cooking yet, Akira? You can probably expect a lot of it.

[ They have a kitchenette in here after all? Nice. ]

[malewife]

I never said I was going to cook.

[afterword]

Are we going out to eat?

[ What do you mean you aren't cooking. What will you EAT. ]

Should I cook for us then?

[malewife]

... You don't know how to cook.

[afterword]

I can cook some things.

[malewife]

Like what?

[afterword]

I was taught how to make dumplings.

[bloodread]

[ Words fighting is more complicated than physical fighting to Akira, so maybe??? ]

No. I won't turn down free food, though.

[afterword]

[ Good point. ]

We might need to do some grocery shopping first. [ Looking into the mini-fridge. This binch is probably empty. ]

[bloodread]

[ There is probably like a questionable carton of orange juice in there. ]

And figure out money.

[afterword]

I have a few leftover treasure but...

[ That probably won't work here. Hello sudden questionable orange juice. ]

[bloodread]

Stealing shouldn't be too hard.

[ The old fashioned way unless someone wants to teach him about yoinking someone's credit card. This OJ will bear witness. ]

[malewife]

We have money.

[ STOP IT AKIRA ]