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Overcoming Everything Together as a Whole

Summary:

It was when the first snow fell that Kim Dokja met Yoo Joong-hyuk again—under the huge willow tree, its dry leaves slowly swaying with the wind. Kim Dokja, ever the curious man, looked up from the ground to meet Yoo Joong-hyuk’s intense eyes. They were filled with sorrow, as if asking, 'Why did you leave me?' Kim Dokja could never answer that, even if Yoo Joong-hyuk had actually asked.

That was three years ago.

Kim Dokja never expected that he would one day live under the same roof as Yoo Joong-hyuk—and to even carry his child? It was an even more ridiculous thought. Yet here he was, quietly sitting in his doctor’s office while Yoo Joong-hyuk stared at him with something so different from before—love and admiration.

Now, Yoo Joong-hyuk knows—Kim Dokja can never, ever leave him again.

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Now, Kim Dokja sits on the edge of his bed with a positive pregnancy test on his bedside table. The news came unexpectedly—or... was it anticipated? Specifically, it was the man sitting in front of him with unmoving eyes and a hint of happiness. It was clear—it was he who planned this.

His eyes darted back and forth between the positive pregnancy test and Yoo Joong-hyuk, unconsciously tapping the wooden bedside table repeatedly. He was both nervous and... maybe happy? He truly was. It had been seven months since he married Yoo Joong-hyuk after dating for a year and a half.

He wasn’t mad about the pregnancy—he was mad that Yoo Joong-hyuk didn’t talk to him first. He clearly had been waiting for this. Even if it was subtle, Kim Dokja could tell. After thinking it through for a very long time, Kim Dokja finally opened his mouth and spoke, impatience and annoyance evident.

“Why did you do it?”

“What are you talking about?” Yoo Joong-hyuk replied with practiced confidence.

“THIS.” Kim Dokja tapped on the bedside table.

“You begged me to give you my pheromones. What’s a better way to give them?”

“You didn’t use protection on purpose.”

Yoo Joong-hyuk scoffed and said, “You said to give you my children. I did exactly that.”

“I did not—!... I did?” Kim Dokja stared at him in disbelief after hearing that. This sunfish. It was ridiculous. He felt rage, though not truly mad about it—he was just unsure and not ready.

“Even if I did, you knew I was not in the right mind!”

“You say it even when you’re conscious.”

“I’m not arguing anymore.” And right there, Kim Dokja ended the conversation. Perhaps it was because he was pregnant, or maybe he had developed a way of torturing Yoo Joong-hyuk nonverbally after living with him for so long. He stood up, walked out of the room, and slammed the door shut—loudly.

**

The next few days went by in a blur; the tense air never disappeared. Whenever Yoo Joong-hyuk would approach Kim Dokja, he would avoid him relentlessly. It was almost time for Kim Dokja’s first OB/GYN appointment, yet he still refused to talk to him.

These past few days, Yoo Joong-hyuk would spend the time he used to spend with Kim Dokja in a blur—work, eat, sleep, catch a glimpse of Kim Dokja, and maybe buy him his cravings if he did talk to him. Now, he was sure his life revolved around Kim Dokja—with a child on the way. Yoo Joong-hyuk would gaze at the wall for hours, thinking about how he would raise the child, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it if his relationship with Kim Dokja stayed like this.

He knew he was wrong—baby-trapping someone was wrong—but it was the only choice for him. Kim Dokja could never leave again, not with a child in his stomach. Yoo Joong-hyuk’s child. He knew about Kim Dokja’s past with his family, how difficult it was to live with no parent present. Kim Dokja would want everything and give everything to his child. A complete family was not an exception. After staring at the wall for too long with his glasses on, he felt overstimulated.

He went to get some water in the kitchen and saw Kim Dokja. He was bewildered for a moment, debating whether to take the initiative to talk. Hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke. “We should talk.”

Kim Dokja looked at him with longing eyes—it was glaringly obvious that he would not be able to go through with this pregnancy smoothly without his alpha. He needed his pheromones, his presence.

“What is it, Joong-hyuk-ah?” Kim Dokja questioned, his voice steady and unwavering.

“I... I’m sorry for... doing it...” Yoo Joong-hyuk was having trouble expressing himself, that much was clear. Kim Dokja noticed this unusual change in behavior and decided to take advantage of it—to push it.

He murmured, “Hmm..?”

It was quiet for a few seconds. Yoo Joong-hyuk wasn’t the brightest at reading people, but he could definitely tell what Kim Dokja was doing.

Yoo Joong-hyuk just accepted it and spoke, his tone lower and coated with guilt. “I know I’m a pain in the ass, and that I don’t always consider your feelings...” He looked at Kim Dokja, and after seeing that it wasn’t enough, he added, “I shouldn’t have acted impulsively... I was driven by selfishness. I should have known how it would affect you...”

Kim Dokja leaned in with hesitancy and hugged him, planted his lips on the man's forehead, Yoo Joong-hyuk immediately melted in his warm embrace and placed his hand first on Kim Dokja's belly and caressed for a few seconds before lifting his hand and cupping Kim Dokja's face slowly softly, he then rushed to connect his lips with Kim Dokja's their tongues entangled together and heat slowly enveloped between the two of them

"I missed you." He murmured, his voice heavy.

Chapter 2: Late night outings

Summary:

Morning sickness, food cravings and naps that lasted for a lifetime—Kim Dokja had them all. Yoo Joonghyuk could handle the sleeping, he’d even grown used to finding Kim Dokja passed out in the oddest places, like on the couch mid-sentence or halfway through a book. What he couldn’t handle, however, was being dragged out of bed at two in the morning because Kim Dokja suddenly felt the need for spicy tteokbokki or some obscure snack from across the city.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Yoo Joonghyuk's POV. (not all)

Today happened to be one of those days.

It’s becoming more and more frequent now—I rarely get any proper sleep anymore. All because of that stupid squid who insists on dragging me out of bed at three in the morning. It’s not that I hate seeing him awake; after his long naps, Kim Dokja always looks oddly soft, blinking blearily at the world like he’s still dreaming. He’s cute when he talks or eats, but he really needs to start sleeping at night instead of in the morning. His sleep schedule’s a disaster, and he’s taking mine down with him.

Right now, he’s sitting across from me, chewing quietly on a strawberry cream–filled bun. His eyes are half-lidded, his hair sticking up in a dozen directions, and his posture slumped in that familiar way that says he could pass out any second. I should be used to it by now—following him around, buying his snacks, listening to his endless chatter about whatever’s caught his attention—but sometimes I wonder when exactly I signed up for this.

He’s been swiping my card nonstop wherever we go. Maybe he really thinks I’m made of money.

Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the little mountain of sugary snacks Kim Dokja had stacked on the table: choco pies, chips, milk tea, strawberry buns. The pile looked ridiculous. With a quiet sigh, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and muttered under his breath, “You planning to eat all that or build a shrine?”

Kim Dokja didn’t even glance up. “Both,” he said around a mouthful of bread. “You’re paying anyway.”

Joonghyuk pinched the bridge of his nose harder. He should tell him off, really—but then Dokja smiled, cream at the corner of his lips, and the irritation melted before he could stop it.

But Dokja didn’t stop there. His gaze flicked toward the cup in Joonghyuk’s hand, eyes glinting with curiosity. “Do you think I can drink coffee?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

Yoo Joonghyuk looked up from his cup. “You can,” he said slowly, “just don’t drink too much. Don’t drink coffee like water again.”

“Why?” Dokja asked. His voice carried that subtle, hopeful note that meant he already wanted to ignore the answer.

Joonghyuk gave him a flat look. It was obvious Dokja hadn’t read the pregnancy books he’d bought for him. With a sigh, he replied, “Caffeine increases the chance of miscarriage.”

The air fell quiet for a beat. Dokja’s expression softened, guilt flashing across his face for a moment before he looked away, playing with the wrapper of his bun.

Sometimes, Joonghyuk felt like he was already raising a child. He always had been, really—it’s just that now this child had a job, a tendency to wander at ungodly hours, and was currently carrying another life inside him.

Lately, Kim Dokja had become more clumsy—more forgetful, more dependent. He was constantly asking for help or second opinions. It was strange, coming from someone who’d always prided himself on being independent. But still… it wasn’t all bad. He was talking to Joonghyuk more than ever since their fight. Maybe this was just one of the many changes that came with pregnancy.

When Dokja finally finished eating, Joonghyuk leaned over and gently wiped the crumbs and cream from his cheeks and the corner of his mouth. Then, wordlessly, he gathered the remaining snacks and placed them neatly into a bag for later.

Kim Dokja watched him with a small, tired smile. “You’re getting good at this, you know,” he teased lightly.

Joonghyuk only huffed. “I’ve had plenty of practice.”

And though his tone was flat, there was something warm—almost fond—lingering beneath it.

"Yoo Mia must be a real job." Kim Dokja chuckled and stood up after Yoo Joonghyuk finished cleaning him up.

Joonghyuk raised an eyebrow. “You comparing yourself to a child now?”

“I mean,” Dokja said, stretching his arms lazily, “you do feed me, scold me, and clean up after me. Sounds like parenting to me.”

Joonghyuk clicked his tongue. “You’re not a child. Just… helpless.”

“Helplessly charming, maybe.”

“Helplessly annoying,” Joonghyuk corrected, though his voice softened near the end. He grabbed the plastic bag filled with snacks and stood up as well. “Come on. You’ve had enough sugar for one morning.”

Dokja fell into step beside him as they left the convenience store. The early light of dawn spilled across the empty street, pale gold against the glass and concrete. The air was crisp, quiet—the kind of stillness that only existed before the city truly woke.

For a while, they walked in silence. Dokja cradled his warm drink in both hands, watching the steam rise and disappear. Joonghyuk carried the bag, his other hand stuffed in his coat pocket.

“You know,” Dokja said suddenly, “you don’t have to follow me every time I wake up.”

Joonghyuk didn’t look at him. “If I didn’t, you’d collapse somewhere between the bed and the kitchen.”

“That happened once.”

“Twice.”

Dokja laughed softly. “You keep track?”

“Someone has to,” Joonghyuk muttered, but there was no bite to it.

A small smile tugged at Dokja’s lips. He took another sip of his drink, eyes crinkling faintly. “You really worry too much.”

Joonghyuk’s hand twitched slightly around the plastic bag. “And you don’t worry enough.”

They reached a quiet corner where the streetlight flickered weakly above them. Dokja stopped walking for a moment, his gaze drifting upward to the sky where faint streaks of orange were beginning to bloom.

“I’m trying,” he said softly. “For both of us.”

Joonghyuk turned to look at him then—the messy hair, the tired eyes, the faint smile that didn’t quite hide how exhausted he was. He sighed, long and low, and reached out to adjust the collar of Dokja’s coat.

“I know,” he said quietly. “Just… stop making it harder for me to take care of you.”

Dokja blinked, then grinned, the tension melting instantly. “No promises.”

Joonghyuk clicked his tongue again, but this time, when they resumed walking, his steps fell just a little closer to Dokja’s.

They arrived at their apartment, the sun already rising slowly, the orange light shone through the balcony door to the whole living room, Kim Dokja sat on the stool beside the door and waited until Yoo Joonghyuk finished taking his shoes off so that he can take off Dokja's shoes.

Not long after they made up after they fought, Kim Dokja found himself always waiting to be spoiled and taken care of, it got Kim Dokja eagerly waiting when he can take maternity leave.

He sipped on his warm drink and waited until Yoo Joonghyuk was done, he then stood up and walked straight to the bedroom to finish his beauty sleep.

Notes:

wrote this the day after i wrote the first chapter, ran my brain on caffeine and smiled from ear to ear when i finished.
i found out i can write a chapter in a day, i'll maybe post every 2 days or 3 ig.