Joonghyuk has been in a bad mood lately, and it’s like the entire household starts walking on eggshells whenever he comes within 50 meters of anyone. Several people have already lodged complaints, not to Joonghyuk directly of course, never that, but to the one person who knows him best.
“Dokja-ssi, I think Joonghyuk-ssi…”
“Hyung! That guy is being weird and scary again!”
“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with Joonghyuk these days?” Han Sooyoung stands in front of Dokja in the living room, hands on hips.
“Hm? You too? No, I don’t think so, he’s always had anger issues.” Dokja leans back casually on his new rocking chair, something he’d purchased from the flea market they took the kids to a few weeks back. He doesn’t look up from the book he’s currently reading.
Sooyoung raises an eyebrow. “And you’re just gonna let him be like that?”
“Like what?” Dokja flips a page. “Look, if he’s really causing problems, just buy some fruit and get him to chop everything up with one of his swords. Like that game… what was it? Fruit Ninja? It worked well last time.”
“Huh.” Sooyoung becomes contemplative. “Was that when someone spilled soda all over his gaming keyboard?”
Sooyoung sighs. “Why can’t you two just… y’know, do... that together.”
Dokja blinks, his brain still processing her words. Then he promptly flushes and lifts his book higher so it covers his face. “That… was a one time thing.”
“And— weren’t you the one who spilled soda on his gaming keyboard?” Dokja asks. He peeks over his book for Sooyoung’s reaction but finds that she has suddenly disappeared. Bewildered, he sets his book down and searches the room, rocking forward on his chair. He spots Joonghyuk standing in the hallway, glaring towards Dokja’s direction with that scary gaze of his.
Oops. Dokja will apologize to Sooyoung later.
“Hello?” Dokja chances. Joonghyuk remains stony and silent.
The awkwardness is almost too much to bear. Dokja averts his gaze and looks down at his book instead. But his eyes aren’t really seeing anything, and his fingers fiddle at the corner of a page. “Did you hear anything?” he asks lightly.
“So she was the one who spilled soda on my keyboard,” Joonghyuk says finally, low and quiet. Dokja sweats. He nervously rocks back and forth faster on his rocking chair, feeling the tangible tension of Joonghyuk’s dangerous stare on him and rising displeasure. He refuses still to look at Joonghyuk.
Dokja concentrates on reading, but the words seem to slip off his mind. He doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve so much hostility when Sooyoung was the one who committed the sin. He rocks his chair back all the way, leaning against the wooden backrest, head tilted up and book lifted above his head. They both know he’s just pretending to read at this point.
“Do you need help finding her?”
“You’d sell her out?”
“Well… if it gets you to stop looking at me so angrily.”
Dokja peeks at Joonghyuk. In that brief moment, he looks rather confused. His expression quickly reverts to normal though, and he shakes his head imperceptibly. “No need.”
Dokja leans forward in his chair. Joonghyuk’s focus immediately snaps to him, eyes burning. Then, with an abrupt frown, he turns on his heel and walks out the door. Dokja’s gaze lingers on his back.
As if to spite Joonghyuk, Dokja has been attached to the rocking chair for the entire week. It’s a sturdy wooden thing with a fluffy cushion slapped onto the seat. Dokja sits there to read, sits there while snacking, sits there for their movie marathon nights, and even sits there while doing nothing, just rocking back and forth in a blank daze.
It’s near evening. Dokja has gone on a walk with some of the company members. The living room is empty. Joonghyuk quietly stalks into the room. His hand grips a sword, the blade of it glowing faintly in the falling light.
Joonghyuk hears a shuffle behind him. He recognizes the sound of the step— it’s Han Sooyoung trying (and failing) to pass by undetected. But Joonghyuk doesn’t care what she’s up to. His attention is focused on the rocking chair before him. Kim Dokja’s rocking chair, the most recent bane of Joonghyuk’s existence.
Joonghyuk lifts his sword and the blade flashes. He hears the footsteps behind him suddenly stop.
“What are you doing?” Sooyoung materializes next to him, sounding flustered. “You can’t just go around cutting furniture whenever you like. And that’s Dokja’s chair.”
Precisely why Joonghyuk wants to destroy it. He can’t stand the sight of Dokja sitting on it any longer, especially when he’s rocking back and forth on it.
“There’s fruit in the kitchen if you want to cut something. I’ll even throw it up into the air for you to make it more fun.”
“...” Joonghyuk throws her a disinterested look, lightly swishing his sword side to side.
“Why are you even cutting the chair in the first place?”
Joonghyuk ignores the question and levels her with a cool glare. “I haven’t forgot what you did.”
“Uhh, haha, what did I do?” Sooyoung laughs nervously. She avoids Joonghyuk’s gaze and eyes his sword, then looks at the innocent rocking chair. Looks back at Joonghyuk's sword. Suddenly, something clicks.
“No way, Yoo Joonghyuk.” Han Sooyoung looks at him in fear, and awe. “No… it can’t be…. you’re jealous of a chair?”
Sooyoung jumps back when Joonghyuk brandishes his sword at her. He turns to the chair.
With great courage, Sooyoung shouts for him to stop. “Don’t destroy the chair! You’ll make Kim Dokja sad if you do! And I know you don’t want that!” She retreats to a safe distance (as safe as one could get) as she calls out to him.
Joonghyuk hesitates. Indeed, a sad Dokja would not do. He lowers the sword.
In the end, the rocking chair remains unscathed. Kim Dokja comes back from his walk and almost has a heart attack stumbling upon Sooyoung and Joonghyuk having a standoff in the living room, the latter wielding a sword. Han Sooyoung has to pay reparations for damaging Joonghyuk’s keyboard. Yoo Joonghyuk remains sexually frustrated and jealous of a rocking chair. All is not well.
Amusement park weekend swings around, and Joonghyuk, Heewon, and Hyungsung are on for kid-chaperoning duty. Sangah is visiting her family. Sooyoung is on an overnight trip somewhere for writing inspiration, and she’s taken Seolhwa with her. Dokja has the whole day— and house— to himself.
Past noon, he slips into the kitchen, making his way towards the barstools at the island. They’re chairs with light wooden seats and heavy stone legs, good for the activity he's just about to do.
Dokja has a silicone dildo tucked into the crook of his elbow, pitch black in color. He had chosen it with a certain person in mind.
He bites his lip anxiously while attaching the dildo to the seat of a stool. Thankfully, the suction cup on the end easily sticks onto the glazed wooden surface. With quick but slightly fumbling hands, Dokja smooths lube all over the dildo. It's not too big (Joonghyuk had been bigger, actually) but it looks rather imposing standing rigidly straight like that, up out of a kitchen stool.
Impatient now, Dokja spills lube all over his fingers and leans forward against the countertop, the marble cold against the skin of his stomach. He reaches behind him, messily prepping himself as fast as he can. After he adds another dollop of lube, his fingers start sliding in more easily.
Finally. He shivers, standing in front of the stool again. With an awkward movement he positions himself above the dildo and slowly lowers himself down. Apparently he hasn't prepped himself well enough, because there's a bit of a stretch, and he gasps out loud at the feeling of being split open. Arms trembling, he grips onto the sides of the stool, holding himself suspended in place while he tries to adjust around the dildo inside him.
After clenching a few times and freezing up, Dokja forces himself to relax, taking deep breaths through his nose. It's to be expected, since he's pretty new to the wonders of anal penetration. He sinks deeper down on the dildo, inch by inch. After moving a few times up and down, he's able to sink all the way down until his butt touches the seat of the stool.
He feels so full, but at the same time, he misses the hot warmth of real cock. Dokja has only had it once before, but already he's craving it so badly he's fucking himself on a dildo in the middle of the kitchen.
Dokja tries to generate more heat, more friction. His movements are a bit clumsy but enthusiastic as he vigorously rides the fake cock below him. Finally, when he's warmed up enough, he lets go of the sides of the stool, nothing holding him up anymore except for his shaking legs. The dildo sinks in even deeper, generating a stab of throbbing pleasure each time he slides onto it.
He grasps his own cock while he continues to fuck himself on the dildo. The stool stays reassuringly steady underneath him. Dokja squeezes his eyes shut and pretends the dildo is real and belongs to someone he'd very much like to have sex with again.
"Joonghyuk," he breathes out, testing the name on his tongue.
He gives his leaking, hard cock a few more tugs. It’s already slippery in his hand. "Joonghyuk," he says again, moans this time. "Joonghyuk, Joonghyuk, Joonghyuk." He punctuates each downward thrust with an utterance, and his heart burns for an instant at how the words echo slightly in the empty kitchen.
Moving faster and faster, he finally comes— tears in the corners of his eyes from the pleasure, Joonghyuk's name still on his lips.
It turns out that they didn't have enough tickets for everyone to attend the amusement park, so Joonghyuk volunteers to opt out and quickly returns home. Lotte World was never really his thing anyway. Besides, Kim Dokja is at home and much more thrilling than any theme park. Joonghyuk decides to swing by the kitchen first thing, just to stare into the fridge and contemplate what to make for dinner. As he quietly enters the house, he wonders what Dokja is up to.
Joonghyuk’s steps become more cautious as he nears the kitchen. He's picked up a strange noise coming from there, some kind of repeated squishing sound and another thing that sounds like a little grunt of pain. That something sounds very much like Dokja's voice.
Joonghyuk is about to rush in when what he sees makes him freeze up completely.
Dokja is inside the kitchen. He's completely naked and sitting on a stool. No, he's moving up and down on the stool, on what appears to be a dildo.
Joonghyuk gapes dumbly at the scene before him until a high-pitched exhale from Dokja brings him back to his senses. He quickly moves behind the wall next to the doorway, heart pounding as he peeks out to watch more of Dokja and his unusual activities. Joonghyuk clenches his jaw, almost disbelieving at the sight. Who knew Dokja was such a slut like this, what a tease, fucking himself on a dildo in broad daylight where anyone could walk in. Joonghyuk doesn't even know where he's obtained such a thing.
Light streaming through the brightly lit kitchen hits Dokja's skin, making him glow everywhere— hair, shoulders, chest, waist, and legs. Joonghyuk has a pretty neat side view of Dokja's body. It's a bit difficult to see exactly how the dildo disappears into Dokja's body since his leg is blocking it, but Joonghyuk can imagine what it looks like. After all, he’s fucked Dokja before. He remembers how exhilarating it was to mark up the pale skin of Dokja's inner thighs during their first romp, covering them with bites and handprint bruises.
He's a hairpin trigger away from running into the kitchen, wrenching Dokja's thighs wide apart, and sucking harshly at the glowing skin right there. At the same time, he knows that if he walked in there right now and let Dokja know that he was watching him, Dokja would inevitably run away.
So Joonghyuk stays behind the wall, burning with desire.
Dokja finally gets more comfortable on the fake cock and picks up the pace, moving faster until he's bouncing on the dildo with reckless abandon. There's slickness running down the side of his thigh and a sheen of sweat all over his skin. With a soft gasp of pleasure, Dokja tips his head back and starts touching himself, his wrist arching almost delicately as he gets himself off.
Joonghyuk wonders what is going on inside Dokja's brain right now, what kind of fantasy he’s spinning, who he's thinking of.
"Joonghyuk." His own name comes out from Dokja's mouth, hushed and breathless. For a moment, Joonghyuk thinks he's hallucinated it.
And then Dokja moans it again, sounding broken and absolutely pornographic and Joonghyuk wants so desperately to respond. He wants to growl out Dokja's name and rush over and fill him up with his cock and make Dokja scream his name out loud, over and over again.
Now that he knows he's the one Dokja thinks about while masturbating… well… Joonghyuk wants to fuck him again even more badly.
The end of Dokja’s moan pitches up into a squeak as he comes suddenly, dick twitching in his hand and thighs spasming, the dildo still embedded snugly in his ass. Dokja curls in on himself, and the dildo pops out from his hole as he leans forward.
Joonghyuk glimpses Dokja's slender fingers covered with sticky release, cum all over the front of his body and some dripping onto the stool. Dokja gets off the stool and staggers for a few paces before leaning over the countertop to brace his shaking legs, shoulders hunched up and hands in fists, making breathy little panting noises as he recovers.
Meanwhile, Joonghyuk stares down at himself, at his traitorous cock straining against his clothing. He takes one more glance at Dokja shivering and cleaning up the mess he's made over the stool before he turns away from the kitchen and runs up the stairs to his room.
Somehow, Joonghyuk is even more agitated the next day. Dokja thinks that maybe Joonghyuk was pissed about missing out on Lotte World. He can’t stop glaring daggers at Dokja, and the one time Dokja accidentally brushes against him while going to the sink to wash his hands, Joonghyuk actually jolts.
When Dokja sits down on a kitchen stool— coincidentally the one he attached a dildo to and fucked himself on the day before— Joonghyuk loses his shit and flips over the large bowl of salad he was just tossing. Cut-up pieces of vegetable and croutons rain onto the kitchen countertop and onto the floor, salad dressing splattering everywhere. Dokja looks at him, stunned. Joonghyuk storms out of the kitchen.
The room falls silent.
Heewon speaks up tentatively. “Did you… do something to him?” Dokja turns to her in confusion, disbelief apparent on his face. “Ah, nevermind.”
After a few minutes of awkward chewing, the atmosphere becomes lively again. Dokja bites his fork in contemplation and pushes the food around on his plate.
Joonghyuk sweeps in briefly in between to grab a plate of food before leaving. Dokja bites down on his fork harder.
"You know, if you're that worried, you could talk to him?" Sangah suggests as the dinner comes to a chaotic close, as usual. The kids have started throwing little torn-up pieces of vegetable at each other.
"I did nothing wrong," Dokja grumbles. "But fine, maybe later tonight." He scowls into his bowl of soup. It's damn good as always, since Joonghyuk made it. Everything reminds Dokja of Joonghyuk nowadays.
Late at night, with almost everyone having gone to bed already, Dokja visits the living room, where he's been informed a certain protagonist has been for the past few hours.
Joonghyuk is sitting in Dokja’s rocking chair. Dokja walks over and clears his throat. Joonghyuk doesn’t budge. “Oh,” Dokja starts, pissed off. “For fuck’s sake, what is your problem?” He rubs at his face in exasperation, ready to throw hands. Agitated, he runs a hand through his hair, glaring at Joonghyuk. Before he can open his mouth to tell him off again, Joonghyuk’s hand shoots out and latches tightly around Dokja’s wrist, pulling him forward and straight into Joonghyuk’s lap.
Dokja topples into Joonghyuk’s chest. He struggles to push himself away, but Joonghyuk rocks back in the chair and wraps two strong arms around Dokja’s waist, pinning him against the length of Joonghyuk’s body. Dokja squirms in his tight embrace.
Joonghyuk grabs the back of Dokja's neck and guides his head forward until his lips meet Joonghyuk's in a heated kiss. Dokja breaks free with a gasp, but Joonghyuk's grip on his neck is insistent and so is he about kissing Dokja, or, alternatively, suffocating him via mouth-to-mouth contact.
“Let me fuck you.”
It’s a question worded as a statement, in the typical Yoo Joonghyuk fashion.
Dokja bites his lip. He doesn't know what's brought this on so suddenly (perhaps angry Joonghyuk is a horny Joonghyuk in disguise), but he does really want to have sex with Joonghyuk (read: yesterday’s kitchen fun times). Dokja stares at Joonghyuk’s very handsome and determined face.
"Okay," Dokja says, easy as a knife through melting butter.
Joonghyuk drags him in for another fierce kiss. This time with more tongue, and teeth. Joonghyuk kisses Dokja like he wants to conquer him. Perhaps he already has.
When they part, Joonghyuk wipes the saliva off from Dokja's chin with a thumb. His eyes shine, hungry and intense like he’s ready to devour Dokja. He hooks the same thumb into the waistband of Dokja's sweatpants and boxers and tugs them roughly down his ass. With a quick touch, he elevates Dokja's hips with his other fingers so he can get Dokja's pants all the way down. They spend a bit longer twisting and shimmying about trying to get their clothes off without leaving the position they're in. Soon, the bottom halves of their bodies are completely bare. Dokja lays naked on top of Joonghyuk, who is still wearing a casual army jacket and thin black shirt underneath.
Joonghyuk digs a hand into his pocket and fishes out a bottle of lube. He flicks the cap open with a snap. Dokja flinches.
"Hmm." Joonghyuk doesn't make an immediate move to apply the lube. Instead, he gropes at Dokja's ass a few times, slaps it twice. Dokja holds his breath, hands clutching at the sides of Joonghyuk’s arms, fingers twisting into his sleeves as he spreads apart Dokja's buttcheeks and searches for his hole. He starts to wiggle his index finger in. Dokja shuts his eyes and buries his face in Joonghyuk's shoulder. He’d forgotten how damn good Joonghyuk smells. Suddenly, Joonghyuk's finger stills, and Dokja's head is yanked back by his hair fisted in Joonghyuk's free hand.
"Look at me," Joonghyuk growls. His finger starts moving again, and only then does Dokja understand— Joonghyuk can't see what he's doing to Dokja's ass from this position, so he can only rely on touch and the minute changes of Dokja's expression to feel out what's working or not.
Joonghyuk is enjoying this very much. The best thing about this whole situation is a two-parter. One: how Dokja is letting Joonghyuk do whatever he wants. Two: the flustered, tortured expression on Dokja’s pretty face.
He makes fast work prepping Dokja, drinking in the sight of Dokja’s bright eyes, the way he bites his lip and his eyebrows wobble when Joonghyuk prods at different spots inside him. When Dokja’s eyes start to glaze over from getting accustomed to the finger-fucking, Joonghyuk finally stops.
He feels for Dokja's hole again, tapping the fat blunt head of his cock against the opening before angling his hips up and sliding in. They both simultaneously sigh in pleasure.
Dokja's hole feels even better than Joonghyuk had anticipated. He’s so tight that Joonghyuk has to take a second to rearrange his wits. Everything feels feverishly warm, even Dokja's bare skin against his own, thigh-to-thigh.
The chair rocks and the angle of the cock buried inside Dokja changes slightly, and it almost slips out. Then, slowly and deliberately, Joonghyuk rocks back in the chair, and at the same time, his cock naturally shifts deeper into Dokja. Joonghyuk kneads at Dokja's supple ass and thighs as he works at fucking Dokja. He goes at a leisurely pace. It's rather relaxing actually, sitting back on a rocking chair with Dokja in his lap.
Dokja squeezes desperately around his cock. His body is stiff and rigid. It is only his second time, after all. Joonghyuk strokes at his hair and down the curve of his spine. Dokja relaxes minutely, and after a pause, tilts his face forward to kiss Joonghyuk. He's so incredibly endearing, cute even, as he whimpers and gasps into Joonghyuk's mouth.
It's over fast. Dokja's hole is constantly, unconsciously clenching around Joonghyuk's cock, hot and wetly, and Dokja's little noises help drive Joonghyuk over the edge. With a deep exhale Joonghyuk comes, hips stilling, hands like a vice on Dokja's ass to keep him anchored to Joonghyuk as he spills his semen into him. Dokja has gone back to being embarrassed and overwhelmed, his hands fisted in Joonghyuk's shirt and his face buried there too.
Joonghyuk pulls out slowly. Excess cum dribbles from the head of his cock. He sticks a curious finger into Dokja's fluttering hole and swirls around, scoops some of his cum out and wipes it all over Dokja's thighs. Dokja makes a mortified sound.
Joonghyuk wants to fuck him more. Dokja hasn't come yet. Meanwhile…
Joonghyuk rifles around in his jacket pockets again— and Dokja waits eagerly for his next parlor trick. Maybe handcuffs or a vibrator or even a butt plug—
“This yours?” Joonghyuk takes out a dildo. Specifically, Dokja’s dildo— the one he used yesterday. Dokja looks betrayed.
"How… did you…"
"It was in the kitchen drawer."
"That's because the kids go looking around my room a lot!" Dokja bursts out, trying to defend himself. "I thought there'd be no way anyone would be remotely interested in what's inside a kitchen drawer which is why I deemed it the safest place— but you, you…" Dokja despairs. Suddenly, he thinks of something. "How did you know it was mine? Theoretically, mine. Because it isn't, haha. Forget what I was saying earlier, I was lying."
"Dokja, I still have Lie Detection."
"Damnit. Wait, don't change the subject, how—"
"I saw you yesterday."
Dokja freezes. His expression turns into a mixture of furious and humiliated. "Y-you… were watching me…?"
"You're such a slut, aren't you? Kim Dokja. Fucking yourself on a dildo, calling out my name like that. Were you hoping I would fuck you? Were you that desperate?" Joonghyuk circles Dokja's rim with the pads of his fingers.
Dokja's face is fully flushed now and Joonghyuk can feel how hard he is against both of their stomachs.
"Would you have begged me for it?"
Dokja avoids Joonghyuk's eyes, fists balling into Joonghyuk's shirt. "That's…"
Too much. Similarly, Joonghyuk doesn't think he could control himself if he did hear Dokja beg. He'd probably lose it and fuck Dokja so hard he’d injure him.
Joonghyuk surveys Dokja's blushing face with extreme satisfaction. He stops teasing Dokja's rim and pushes in again. His fingers slide in easily; Dokja's hole is sopping wet from Joonghyuk's first load and loosened up quite a bit from sex. Dokja clenches hard around Joonghyuk's fingers when they enter him.
"Look at you, so full of my cum."
"I'm not even halfway full," Dokja corrects him. "Wait."
Joonghyuk’s eyes narrow. "Okay. I'll fill you up more then."
"No no no wait I didn't mean—!"
Joonghyuk grabs Dokja's ass with both hands and lifts him up onto his cock. Dokja's complaints are immediately quelled.
"...Yeah." Dokja headbutts Joonghyuk's chest, stays there with his face buried in Joonghyuk's shirt. "Keep going." Joonghyuk spreads a hand through Dokja's silky black hair and starts thrusting into him again, creating obscene squelching sounds due to all the cum already in Dokja.
"Joonghyuk, are you," Dokja looks up, biting his lip. His breath hitches at a forceful thrust. "Are you going to…"
Dokja reaches back and touches the hand Joonghyuk has supporting his ass, the hand still holding Dokja's black dildo.
"Oh, this?" Joonghyuk examines the dildo with distaste. Then with more consideration. "Do you want this in you along with my cock?"
"Will it even fit?"
"I believe in you."
Dokja scoffs. "You're just saying that."
"We can try it." Joonghyuk pats Dokja's head. "Do you want to?"
Dokja hands him the lube. Joonghyuk smiles.
Joonghyuk pulls out slightly, then nudges the dildo along himself, trying to wiggle the head of the dildo into Dokja.
"Joonghyuk, it's not going to—"
Dokja forces his body to go limp and tries not to clench when Joonghyuk pushes in more. He gasps.
"Does it hurt?"
"Good." Joonghyuk continues pushing, until he's completely buried inside Dokja again, with the addition of a dildo halfway inside as well. It's already beyond Joonghyuk's expectations.
"Is it in all the way?"
"Halfway." He pats Dokja's ass. "You're doing well. This is good enough."
"Joonghyuk, make it go all the way in. I can take it."
Joonghyuk’s cock twitches in Dokja, but the dildo is so tightly fitted inside that it hardly jostles. He sucks in a breath. Kim Dokja is going to be the death of him.
Just for safety measures, Joonghyuk adds another generous helping of lube to the end of dildo not yet inside Dokja. Then he pushes. It goes in almost perfectly, as if being sucked inside of Dokja's hole.
"Joonghyuk." Dokja's voice is urgent and pleading. Joonghyuk is immediately on alert. "I'm okay, s-start moving."
Joonghyuk grips the end of the dildo and slides out with it, then thrusts back in. Dokja keens and bites down on Joonghyuk's shoulder.
“You should see yourself,” Joonghyuk murmurs. “You’re stretched out so much.”
Dokja's skin is damp with sweat. He's panting loudly now, letting out soft moans or quiet whines from time to time as Joonghyuk doubly fucks him.
With two cocks deep inside of Dokja (granted, one being fake), something is bound to hit his prostate soon. And one of them does. It's not exactly important which one does, and both of them don't really care because Dokja cries out and shudders hard, squeezing unforgivingly tight around Joonghyuk's cock and sending him into a frenzy.
Joonghyuk starts nailing the spot with terrifying precision. His hand plunging the dildo into Dokja moves faster too as the pace picks up, mirroring his cock.
"It's— it's so much!" Dokja's voice is close to a sob.
Joonghyuk feels wetness on his stomach. He doesn't stop. Keeps ramming into Dokja for what feels like close to eternity but also for what probably lasts, in reality, less than a minute before the orgasm hits and his cum gushes into Dokja's hole for the second time.
Dokja promptly passes out.
11 AM the next morning, the late-wakers at the breakfast table hear someone crashing down the stairs at breakneck speed.
Jung Heewon recalls a harried-looking Kim Dokja dashing into the living room, looking around wildly, and sighing a huge sigh of relief.
Han Sooyoung tells her it's because Dokja's rocking chair is still intact.
Jung Heewon does not know why Dokja would have to worry about his rocking chair.
Kim Dokja officially arrives at the breakfast table with a bowl of granola and a glass of milk. He winces as he sits down. Then, he opens his mouth and asks for Joonghyuk's whereabouts.
Han Sooyoung slowly turns away from Dokja and appears to age rapidly. She looks Heewon in the eye and says she is better off not knowing.
As an added bonus, Dokja finds out that the walls around the house are extremely sound-proofed. He feels very blessed. All is well.