A Demon King's Guide On How to Woo A Hero

Getting Closer

The hero had placed both plates before him and had started eating from the one closed to him, leaving the other one untouched.

As he watched his roommate eat, Kim Dokja couldn't help but wonder if this a new form of torture. Whatever, the Demon King was a full grown man. He could cook (?) for himself-more like fill his stomach alone. He didn't need Yoo Jonghyuk to cook for him, he concluded as his stomach grumbled noisily. He started planning what he should fill his stomach with. As he got up, his thoughts were interrupted by the voice of his roommate.

" Sit down." Yoo Jonghyuk said calmly.

Kim Dokja promptly did. After all, he wasn't a fool and he wouldn't be fooled by the hero's calm voice. He could see the death glare his roommate was sending his way. He cautiously locked gazes with the hero, urging him to elaborate.

After a few moments of silence, he did.

"Open wide."

Huh? What? Kim Dokja was flabbergasted. What did he just say?

" Don't make me repeat myself, open your mouth."

Kim Dokja was feeling brave that morning, because he couldn't help but give his roommate a bold reply.

" Why?"

As the hero sent him a death glare, Kim Dokja bravado suddenly vanished into thin air. Was he going to die?

A long but meaningful silence filled the room.

" I'll only say it once more. Open. Your. Mouth."

There was no way he could ever be spoon fed by anyone. Deep down, he didn't mind if it was Yoo Jonghyuk doing it (however, Kim Dokja was unbelievably dense and he didn't realize it).

With an almost comical timing, his stomach grumbled loudly.

Okay, maybe he could. Kim Dokja got to a seat closer to Yoo Jonghyuk's and expectantly opened his mouth.

...

When Kim Dokja had finished his first bite, he expectantly looked at the man next to him with the most neutral expression he could muster and spoke.

" Yoo Jonghyuk, please give me my plate, '' he began, '' if you don't I'll make my own breakfast."

They both knew that the Demon King was bluffing, because he had been banned from cooking. Even so, the hero could see that this charade wouldn't last long and that Kim Dokja would break their mutual agreement that involved him staying at least two meters away from the kitchen. Defeated, the hero sighed and agreed to his roommate's demand. He placed the plate in front of his roommate.

Suspicious of Yoo Jonghyuk, Kim Dokja quickly began to stuff his face with the plate's contents.

...

When he finished eating, the Demon King couldn't help but be glad. He hadn't eaten anything this good ever. The least he could do was thank him.

" Thank you for the food."

The hero couldn't help but be pleased.

" I love-"

Huh? Time seemed to pass at a snail's pace from the hero's perspective. What did Kim Dokja love? Did he *gasp* love him? Would they finally go on Yoo Jonghyuk's dream date? He'd often daydream about all the things they could do together. They could go to his beloved dumpling stall and act lovey-dovey in public, hold hands as they go to a classical music concert, swim in the beautiful lake next to the castle, share a passionate kiss under the sunset after he'd passionately confessed his everlasting love for Kim Dokja, then they'd go at a cozy inn in the countryside and spend a steamy night together-wait Kim Dokja couldn't leave the castle. That wouldn't matter. He didn't need to be at an inn to ▉▊▊ Kim Dokja- Yoo Jonghyuk interrupted the trail of his thoughts. He really needed to go to horny jail. Didn't he? The plans of their future dates could wait. Was he finally getting confessed to? He banished all his thoughts and looked at the one next to him expectantly.