I've Said It Before, And I'll Say It Again.
Irrespective of how the show ends, I have one thing to say:
(That's a lie, I have many, many things to say)
Kim adopts four dogs. Yes, four. All of them are Benz’s real-life puppers. And naturally, they adore Kenta. Not Kim, their actual adopter. No, no. Kenta.
Every night, these traitorous little fluffballs drool on and pile over him, like a warm, furry, adoring avalanche. And, Kim? Kim ends up clinging to the edge of the bed like a man in exile. Sometimes he just gives up and sleeps on the couch. His own dogs. His own bed. His own room. None of it matters.
He tried to enforce boundaries once. No dogs on the bed, he said. That rule lasted a solid three minutes. Why?
They never listen to him.
Kenta runs hot like a space heater, and the dogs are obsessed.
Kenta, buried in fluff and wagging tails, is a sock right to Kim's heart and willpower; He forgets to stay mad.
Now factor in some flavour with their schedules: Kenta works nights. Kim works days. So every evening when Kim comes home, he's greeted by a scene straight out of a Shakespearean tragedy— if all the swords were replaced with betrayal and dog fur. His bed, his dogs, his boyfriend… and no space for him.
Did I mention it's Kim’s room?
Yes, Kenta technically has his own.
No, he never uses it.
Yes, the dogs are not allowed on Kim’s bed 🙄
And yet—guess who’s on the bed?
It sucks to be Kim. Every night, he falls asleep alone on the couch because Kenta starts getting ready for work at 11PM, which is way past Kim’s bedtime. But every morning, like clockwork, when Kenta comes home, he scoops Kim up off the couch, carries him back to bed like a sleepy little grumpy pup that Kim is, tucks him in, and then heads to the kitchen to make Kim breakfast. And himself dinner.
So yeah. It’s domestic. It’s chaotic. It’s outrageously unfair.
And Kim wouldn’t trade it for the world. Probably
Fic¿? Let's see?
