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.
[ 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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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. ]
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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. ]