Gilyoungie day. 🥳

It's been a long week, pass the yaoi.

Why is it still so cold?

Quite the detective, this Mr. Sung.

How do you know that? Do you have my ID?

[ Gaslighting ]

I'm Yoo.

I don't even know who Lim is.

I had no idea. 🤷

What show?

And why are you tweaking? Does it fluster you? Or are you just homophobic?

Is he referring to that BL manhwa.

... Convenience Store?

Of course. Now what's my name again?

Kim. Kim Dokja.

It's Kim Dokja.

The font is huge on your phone.

A—?

Oh, I misread that.

It's the Croft for me.

My bad.

OW!

:(

[ 25 unread texts from Yoo Joonghyuk via Midday Tryst ]

Must be nice to have someone calling.

🤔

What the FUCK.

He's about to pop a vein. Wtf.

Why does he look like his head is about to explode in a minute.

Above all, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.

(𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘬)

He would make those wishes come true. He would see it through.

Then, he blew the candles.

"Shall we eat?"

Kim Dokja watched the flames dance. Unbeknownst to him, a smile bloomed on his solemn face.

"Thanks."

A wish. What about several tiny wishes? Not just for Joonghyuk, but for the other companions too. Each and every one of them. The people that he grew so fond of along the way. —

And, on top of everything, he would never have thought that there would be a time where they didn't talk strategy one on one. This was for leisure. To celebrate his 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺. The man in front of him, the one who he spent thinking about during his loneliest time of the year. —

(... What is that bastard on about.)

// 😭😭😭😭😭 ok

Strangely, it didn't feel awkward at all.

"Let's enjoy it together, then?" his gaze remained on the other man, waiting for him to sit down too.