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But that’s what he gets, Doyoung supposes, for agreeing to be roommates with his ex.
“There are no vampires in Rookswood.” Johnny’s smiling slightly. It’s an unfinished smile, like a house without a roof - it’s got everything it should have but it’s missing that core element that makes it whole.
“What about Jaehyun, then?” His name is an anchor on Doyoung’s tongue.
Johnny doesn’t stop smiling. “Why, he’s our neighbour, of course.”
Doyoung can’t imagine anyone wanting to spend ten minutes with the man, much less let him put his dick in them. Donghyuck is crazy thinking Doyoung would ever let Jaehyun get near him. And fuck him? Doyoung can’t think of anything he’d rather do less. Besides, he’s sure Jaehyun is awful at sex and has a micro penis to match. He looks exactly like the type.
“Hi, everyone,” Jungwoo says sweetly, sliding into an empty chair. “Are we talking about Jung Jaehyun and his monster cock?”
Doyoung’s brain shuts down.
Doyoung can't stand Jung Jaehyun. One little office rumor flips his world upsidedown.
College is full of endless possibilities. Will Donghyuck smoke weed? Will Jaehyun fuck his boyfriend? Will Yukhei ever catch a break?
Stay tuned to find out.
“Oh no,” Jaehyun says, now finally feeling the panic that Doyoung’s been digesting all evening. “Oh no,” he repeats, as the realisation sinks in that his mother in law is now in possession of their sex tape.
or, Jaehyun accidentally loses the USB with their sex tape.
Doyoung Jung-Kim,
This is your final unofficial warning before my legal team contacts you: give me BonBon Jung back. This is not a request but a demand. If you return her to me before the week ends, we can peacefully set this aside. If not, I will consider her kidnapped and I will take you to COURT.
Regards, Jaehyun Jung-Kim.
“I hate him. He knows it's Kim-Jung. It's legally Kim-Jung."
Doyoung thinks his biggest failure in life, amongst many, is being divorced at 28. Jaehyun just wants his cat back.
“I don’t really like porn,” Jaehyun admits. He's always figured that he just isn’t the type to respond to porn in general, which is fine, but then Yuta makes a suggestion.
“Have you looked on Twitter?”
Doyoung steps off the elevator and into the depths of Q Branch to find several of his underlings clustered around one workbench, chattering to each other in low voices. They’re so engrossed in their conversation that they don’t notice his approach - which is how he gets to overhear snatches of what they’re talking about. He almost assumes that it will be the latest sports news - uninteresting, but mundane enough - or maybe whatever album release is coming up.
But no - it’s agency gossip, of course.
Worse: it’s gossip about 007.
Kim Doyoung is a ‘genius’. Everyone says so. However he’s not a people-person. From his first day at college, he spends his nights locked away in the library. But the truth is, it’s less about the books, and more about the handsome, outrageously intelligent research student who works there – the one who leaves flirtatious little notes on his desk.
By the time that Doyoung is ready to call his life perfect, fifteen years later, he’s in his sprawling home, co-founder of Korea’s biggest tech company, arguing with world-leading professor Jung Jaehyun about the best colour for the nursery. His husband still leaves him love letters, but now they’re usually under his pillow.
Somewhere in the middle, there’s a whole lot of love story.
Doyoung presses the gun to Jaehyun’s head. “Any last words?”
“Yeah, actually. The paint color you picked out for the bedroom walls was hideous. And I hate the new rug.”
“Yes, that is a cat,” Doyoung clarifies, his heart sinking. “Or a kitten. Whichever you prefer to call it.”
“Oh,” Jaehyun says, eyes still fixated on her. “You know we don’t allow pets, right?”
Doyoung has just endured the Summer Of Hell working in the summer camp department at the aquarium. Summer is finally over, though, and he gets his promised transfer to one of the animal husbandry departments. What he hadn't been expecting was to be assigned to the most boring department in existence. At least his supervisor is hot.
Doyoung is twenty-nine years old, in his last year of cardiothoracic surgery residency and still trying very hard to figure out how his own heart works.