Dokyeom and I walked back to the hotel enjoying our warm takoyaki in the cold air. As we reached, Dokyeom launched himself on the bed with a tired body. Non stop practising and consecutive days of concert gives you that. I walked into the washroom to wash my face clean when Dokyeom called out from outside.
"Where's your phone? I want those photos that you clicked with it" He asked, his voice distant.
"It has to be somewhere nearby, look around" I said in the process of cleaning my face. Instead of looking around Dokyeom called my number to find it, I had to agree, it was the faster and smarter way.
"Yah!" I heard him screech from outside. I heard his loud footsteps and turned towards the bathroom door where he stood with my phone in his hands, a betrayal sort of expression on his face.
"You saved my name as James Lee?"
"Ah, yes" I answered and he leaned on the door frame crossing his hands.
"Why would you do that?"
"I saved it that way because my phone goes in a lot of people's hands at times. Often it's with Maria but she knows it already, but sometimes there's a chance it will go around among my other team members."
He frowned, clearly not satisfied with my explanation. "Can't you put my actual name? It feels weird being saved as James Lee."
I gave him a surprised look "You told me your english name is James!"
"Yes but nobody calls me that, atleast change it to Seokmin" he said and I gave him my passcode so he could change it himself. When I got my phone back I laughed at how he had added a few cute emojis ahead of his name.
Later that night, I gave Dokyeom the leather bag that I brought him from Milan and we chatted with him resting his head on my stomach, chuckling at whatever weird sounds it made embarrassing me in the meantime. Soon his tired body dozed off and so did I.
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A few weeks later, we met whenever we got the time and one evening decided to meet up at Dokyeom's house for dinner. Ordering from his favourite pizza joint we sat in the living room watching a movie.
I cried my eyes out. So did Dokyeom. We both cried, so I don't really know which one of us handled the other. By the end of the movie we were sitting on the floor. Dokyeom and I had almost finished the pizza and were too lazy to get up and clean up now.
The emotional movie had left us both feeling a bit drained, and the pizza had provided some much-needed comfort. We sat there on the living room floor, our empty pizza boxes and scattered tissues evidence of the rollercoaster of emotions we had just experienced.
Dokyeom looked at me with a soft chuckle, his eyes still glistening from the tears. "I can't believe we both cried like that."
I chuckled, wiping away the last traces of tears. "Well, it was a pretty tear-jerking movie."
Dokyeom got up from his place to clean up everything and I looked at him with a tired expression. "I'll clean up, sit" he said with a soft smile and I shook my head.
"Help me up and we'll both clean up" I said and raised my hands like a baby for him to help me stand. Dokyeom giggled at my cute posture and put his hands in mine and pulled me up. We stood face to face and I pecked his lips twice, smiles spreading across our faces, with my arms locked behind his neck.
"You're my favourite" I said and pecked his lips once again and he widened his eyes.
"I am? Man I'm lucky then" he said, locking his hands behind my waist.
"Who's your favourite?" I asked him with a grin and he chuckled and raised his eyebrows indicating the answer to be me.
"You, it's you" he said rubbing his thumbs on my waist, a habit he was slowly developing and I was enjoying.
"I mean you don't have to say it because I said it. You can answer truly, like Seventeen, your guitar Woody, anything is fine." I said in a teasing tone, shrugging with a grin across my face.
"Oh that's a relief then I'll honestly answer you" he spoke in a serious tone and my grin dropped and I looked at him with a confused face. "Hannie-ya, I'm sorry but it's not you, it's actually YuJin and MeeJin" he said with a serious face but trying to hold his laughter in and I swatted his back playfully.
"Yah!" I said and he released me from his lock and ran around, with me chasing him. "They're mine! My favourites" I said chuckling as I chased him
"You just said I'm your favourite" He teased and screamed when I almost caught him.
"You're second on the list!" I said and caught hold of his t-shirt from behind him and pulled him backward. Dokyeom as if instinctively, bent down and I hopped on his back
"Sure honey" he said with a grin across his face and I couldn't help but kiss the crinkles around his eyes that formed every time he smiled.
He walked to the kitchen and I hopped back on the ground and looked around.
"I'll clear the table you do the dishes or I do the dishes and you clear the table? And the floor?" I asked my hands on my waist waiting to get over with cleaning. Dokyeom pointed towards the dishes and moved to do the dishes while I took the table and the floor.
I picked up a wooden chopstick from the stack of chopsticks that was kept on the breakfast table and wrapped my hair around it in a bun, tucking it tightly so it wouldn't fall.
"God, you're beautiful" I heard from behind me and turned around to watch Dokyeom admiring me with silicon gloves up his hands and a dish scrubber in one hand.
I chuckled "Suddenly? I'm literally in sweats" I said and he shook his head.
"Not suddenly. Personally I do think about how beautiful you are all the time, but that hair thing you just did, wah, so beautiful" He explained and picked up a dish and started scrubbing it clean. It was moments like these, where he found beauty in the ordinary, that made me fall for him even more.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," I teased, turning my attention back to the table. "But seriously, I appreciate the compliment. Now, let's get this cleaning done together, pretty boy" making him chuckle.
After cleaning, we decided to treat ourselves to some ice cream. Instead of using bowls, we opted to eat directly from the pints because both of us were done cleaning. When I opened the freezer and found two pints of mint chocolate ice cream, I couldn't help but frown.
"What happened?" Dokyeom asked, walking over to stand beside me.
"I need real ice cream, not this," I said, eyeing the mint chocolate pints with a hint of disappointment.
Dokyeom defended his favourite flavour, saying, "Hey! Mint chocolate tastes amazing."
I playfully teased him, comparing it to toothpaste, which he didn't take lightly. He responded, "Not my fault you use mint-flavoured toothpaste."
We engaged in a friendly debate about ice cream flavours, with me advocating for vanilla and chocolate over mint chocolate.
"Disagreed respectfully," Dokyeom said, playfully challenging my preference.
After a brief standoff, I finally relented. "Fine, but I'm ordering something other than mint chocolate then."
Dokyeom agreed, saying, "Order as many as you like."
I ordered vanilla, chocolate and coffee and a few other flavoured ice cream which arrived in a few minutes and we moved to his bedroom as he ate his favourite- mint chocolate and I ate Vanilla.
"You know, Vernon puts olive oil and black pepper in vanilla ice cream and eats it." Dokyeom said eating a spoonful of ice cream and I squinted my eyes and looked at him in complete confusion.
"He does what?" I asked and Dokyeom burst into laughter pointing the spoon at me.
"You judged him so hard right now!" he teased, clearly enjoying my reaction and I relaxed my face, bringing it to normal "Don't worry I did too, when I first heard it" he assured me.
"Should I try it?" I asked looking down at my pint of ice cream and Dokyeom shoved his spoon inside my pint and stole a spoonful of it.
"Hey, no fair!" I protested, pretending to be annoyed.
Dokyeom just laughed and continued to tease. "What are you going to do about it, huh? You can't even steal back, you hate this flavour"
I made annoyed noises because of his behaviour as he laughed. I got up and walked in the kitchen and took out a bowl and added a few scoops of my ice cream and put olive oil and black pepper on it, indecisive about tasting it.
"I don't know what it's going to taste like" I said loudly from the kitchen so that Dokyeom could hear me in the bedroom.
"Doesn't matter, just try it" he answered back loudly enough and I walked towards the bedroom putting things back in their places.
I sat on the bed and clicked a photo of it and sent it to Vernon captioning it, "If this tastes good, I'll declare you a genius" The reply I got within a few minutes was "Okay 👍but I'm already a genius" I chuckled at his reply and showed it to Dokyeom and he agreed with him as we both laughed.
I picked my spoon up and took a bite of the new ice cream concussion and went through a series of expressions and taste roller coasters as the taste unveiled itself.
"How is it?" Dokyeom asked with curiosity filled eyes and I nodded clinking the spoon to the bowl.
"Vernon is a genius" I announced and took another bite of the ice cream and saw Dokyeom's spoon lingering around my bowl and I glared at him.
"One bite, that's it" he said, making puppy eyes and that's where the discussion ended. Once his puppy eyes are out, nobody wins.
I forwarded my bowl to him and he took a huge spoonful, instead of a bite like he had said. Just like me he went through the entire process of processing the flavour and agreed that he liked it as well.
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