Kim Dokja spent at least five whole minutes picking one photo from the six different pics of the daisies in the mason jar. Then he spent some more time, cropping the image, adjusting the lighting and finally setting it as his profile picture.
His friends would probably notice it in the morning and come after him.
That was for future him to deal with. He'd just bullshit and wiggle his way out of it. Right now, this was a little fun.
When Kim Dokja reentered Yoo Joonghyuk's flat at four in the morning, he found everyone in the same position as he had left them. Except for Han Sooyoung who seemed to have slid off the armchair and lay in a weird position on the floor, and Jang Hayoung who had kicked the blanket off herself and was curled up into a ball to shield herself from the cold.
That was no good.
He took off his shoes and tiptoed his way around, to the kitchen. He left the plastic bag with the things he had purchased from the convenience store on the dining table and went back into the living room.
He shook Yoo Sangah awake first.
"Sangah-ssi," he whispered. "Sangah-ssi."
It didn't take too long for Yoo Sangah to rouse.
". . .Dokja-ssi?"
"It'll be uncomfortable like this. Why don't you take the guest room?"
Before Yoo Sangah could gather herself and refuse, Kim Dokja caught her hand and pulled her to her feet from the armchair she was sleeping on.
Then he heaved Han Sooyoung up, put her arm over his shoulder and followed Yoo Sangah. It wasn't the largest bed there was, but it could easily fit two people, especially with the way Han Sooyoung had immediately cuddled up to her girlfriend.
He went back into the living room and woke up Jung Heewon next.
"Kim Dokja," Jung Heewon croaked. "...what?"
"Sofa," Kim Dokja told her. "Your neck will hurt like this."
Jung Heewon got up from her seat and groaned in pain. It must have been really uncomfortable like that.
"You. . .not sleeping?" she managed to say.
"I just woke up," Kim Dokja lied. "Sun's not up yet, you can sleep properly."
Once he'd moved Jung Heewon to the sofa, he turned to Lee Hyunsung.
The man woke up with a startled gasp, almost saluting and he blinked up at Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja asked him to go take the armchair, instead of the stiff wooden chair.
Lee Hyunsung said he was fine and tried getting Kim Dokja to take the armchair instead, but Kim Dokja assured him that he was perfectly fine and finally got the man to move to the armchair.
Next, he had to deal with the three younger ones. The three youngest ones were luckily in Mia's bed, warm and comfortable, unlike these three fellows, lying on the floor, passed out, drunk.
He picked up the blanket Jang Hayoung had kicked off and put it over her neatly before slipping a pillow under her head as well. The other pillow went under Lee Jihye's head.
"You're a great person, Dokja-ssi," Lee Hyunsung said drowsily from the armchair when Kim Dokja moved Kim Namwoon's leg off Lee Jihye and adjusted a blanket over Lee Jihye.
Kim Dokja chuckled, a little confused. "You're a great person too, Hyunsung-ssi," he returned the words, putting the blanket Kim Namwoon had kicked away over him again. Kim Namwoon kicked it off again and a little annoyed, Kim Dokja flicked his forehead lightly. Kim Namwoon groaned and rolled over.
"Trying to keep you warm, dumbass," Kim Dokja muttered, pulling the blanket over the white-haired boy and tucking it under him, between his body and the floor.
That's better.
He heard Lee Hyunsung sniffle a little. "I'm glad I met you, Dokja-ssi," the man rasped out. "I love you."
Kim Dokja chuckled softly. "I feel the same, Hyunsung-ssi. I love you too."
Now, onto the mess they had made.
Kim Dokja moved the four wooden chairs back to where they belonged at the dining table, after which he went back to the living room and gathered the empty beer cans, soju bottles and shot glasses, taking them to the kitchen. Then he cleared up the empty dishes that held peanuts, chips, dried squid and other snacks they'd consumed while they drank.
There sure were a lot of dishes in the kitchen sink. And luckily, Kim Dokja had the time and a strange restless feeling he couldn't quite decipher. He sensed a little bitterness that had remained even after his walk, and a hint of something more airy.
But he wasn't in the mood for serious introspection right now, so he got to work. Washing dishes was an easy task, he'd done it more than enough times in his life. And he also happened to know how Yoo Joonghyuk's kitchen worked.
Kim Dokja smiled to himself. Yoo Joonghyuk would generally have killed him for even setting foot in his sacred kitchen. But right now, the guy was probably asleep. Or enjoying his time with his fiancée. . .
His smile was gone as soon as it had come. Ugh, he didn't want to think of that.
Kim Dokja put more pressure into his slow scrubbing. The water ran a thin stream, he didn't want to wake anyone up with all the unnecessary noise he was making.
It took longer than expected, probably because he was trying to keep it as quiet as possible.
Once he was done with the dishes, washing them, drying them and putting them back in their spots, he wiped down the area surrounding the sink.
Time to brush his teeth properly. He wished he'd brought a change of clothes, he would have liked to take a shower. Hell, he'd like to go back home, but the kids wanted him there in the morning so he was staying.