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[ Knocks on Joonghyuk's dorm door....

Prepare to be greeted by the sight of one very sopping wet Kim Dokja, hair plastered to his head, bangs in his eyes, and clothes completely drenched. There's even an impressive puddle forming at his feet from all the water dripping off of him.

Sometimes, somehow, your room springs a leak. ]

[ If Dokja wasn't a drenched rat, Joonghyuk would have instantly shut the door at his face. Instead, he opens it... Staring at him with a deep frown. Crossing his arms, he leans against the doorway.

Waiting.

In Silence.

Blocking the way.

Explanation. Now. ]

[ YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE HIM STANDING HERE?

SHIVERING AND COLD? ]

Yoo Joonghyuk...

[ Is he ready for this explanation? ]

Can I come inside?

[ Just kidding, what explanation. ]

So you can leave a trail of puddles where I sleep?

[ His accusation doesn't have much bite to it, but there seems to be mild resentment nevertheless.

And yet... He offers him his hand. Ominous, when he hasn't moved aside. I forgot to also mention Joonghyuk, like Dokja, is... Wet. His clothes are wet. His hair is wet. There is nothing dry about wavy black strands clinging onto his face, fabric to skin, and droplets running down his strong jaw.

However, looking past him, it doesn't seem like the space is leaking yet. ]

[ Why the fuck does Yoo Joonghyuk look so good while wet when Dokja looks like a drowned rat?

It's a thought that Dokja quickly shakes from his head, more pressing questions elbowing for space because it'll be a problem if this dorm room has also sprung a leak... Is no place safe?? Just to make sure, he tilts his head to try and see the state of the dorm.

... Uh. But everything inside looks dry?

He's so distracted by this that he doesn't even question the outstretched hand and just places his own on top of Joonghyuk's. ]

[ Because he's the protagonist and he was written this way?

Joonghyuk can feel a vein popping on his forehead as he stands there, hand out, and attractively (in Dokja's view) wet. He's standing RIGHT HERE and Dokja as usual IGNORES HIM for something not as important. He can ask him questions and maybe he'd entertain them with an answer, but no. The other man simply has to get on his nerves.

It does look relatively dry inside, but Dokja may descry there are some items around that are. Wet. A cushion on the couch nearby is... Wet. And there's a trail of water which leads to the front door... Then there's a storm slowly brewing outside to match the aura Joonghyuk's exuding. Weird! Thunder loudly claps. ]

It's rude to scope someone's house. [ Now the command he shouldn't have to make. ] Take my hand.

[ Then he'll let you in. ]

[ HE DID

But okay, to make it for realsies, Dokja grabs Joonghyuk's hand. He looks puzzled the entire time, though, like why is this necessary when he just wants to come inside and dry off. ]

[ I can't read I just read the first part and got mad at Dokja. This is what I deserve for tagging while sleepy.

Anyway, congratulations. Dokja becomes more drenched than he was before and it's all thanks to the handholding. Joonghyuk is satisfied and steps aside like the petty bitch he is. He releases Dokja's hand, too. ]

Do you know why this seemingly normal city has these weird effects?

[ As if to emphasize the weirdness of everything, there's suddenly a chilly draft. ]

[ VERY COOL.

Now that Dokja's thoroughly soaked a second time, he mostly just stands there with his mouth open. What the hell... Oh, he's absolutely going to trail as many puddles into Joonghyuk's dorm as possible.

But both that thought and whatever he'd been about to answer with are left forgotten as the draft hits him as soon as Dokja steps through the door. He freezes, arms immediately coming up to hug himself as he poorly fights back a violent shiver. ]

We can talk about that later. [ You bastard. ] Do you have any spare clothes? Everything I own is wet.

[ All this said between chattering teeth. ]

[ Joonghyuk doesn't feel bad in the slightest... And that will not change unless Dokja falls ill and bedridden, but even then he would victim blame him for getting sick while fussing. Until that time comes, he's content to have made Dokja's situation worse. Small petty victories.

Once he's in, Joonghyuk closes the door behind them with his attention on the puddle trail forming right before his very eyes. Nothing he could have done to prevent this, in the end. The cold wind hits him, too, but he doesn't react, at least not noticeably. Arms do rise to fold across his chest and his shoulders seem to square a bit. Maybe that's enough of a sign. ]

My room.

[ While he doesn't point, his gaze does it for him. The room itself... Is... Wet in all areas that would warrant everyday use. The closet door is soaked, but most of the clothes inside are spared. Only three articles are doused. A lot to choose from in here, from casual to gamer to business to model. ]

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