Dome Child: Chp. 3
The week and months following the adoption of Doojoon’s new domefriend, Yoseob, his life improved drastically.
Yoseob’s bright, silly, and extremely aegyo personality never failed to keep Doojoon out of his formerly frequent bouts of sadness. In a dismal amount of time, the blond domechild quickly warmed up to Doojoon, earning himself a spot right next to Ki Kwang in Doojoon’s heart.
Doojoon made sure he played all the games he played with Ki Kwang, with Yoseob. They would wrestle playfully and Yoseob would always be the one to give in, mostly because he’s smaller. They would play cards, badminton, and soccer together. Doojoon was unknowingly reliving his entire childhood with Yoseob.
Bathing together became a frequent activity as well. Doojoon saw no problem in this, mostly because he always took baths with Ki Kwang, even when he was a teenager.
They would hop in the bath together, and like a big brother, Doojoon always washed Yoseob.
And like a whiney little brother, Yoseob complained that he was very capable of giving himself a bath, even though it was obvious he enjoyed being washed.
“Dooojoooniee…” Yoseob whined out, “I can wash myself you know…” he sat with his legs crossed in the tub as Doojoon stood on his knees. “I’m a big boy…”
“You can’t be serious, right?” Doojoon used the washcloth and scrubbed the boy’s perky ears clean, “you expect me to believe that you can reach behind your ears and your back?”
Yoseob always complained, but he always gave in, because he knew that Doojoon meant well, and he only did it out of love.
After their nightly bath, they would hop into bed together and get comfortable. Doojoon didn’t bother buying another bed for Yoseob to sleep on. He knew that he’d want Yoseob sleeping by his side every night, so what would be the point of buying another bed?
Every night, Yoseob would follow the same habits. He’d roll onto his side, his ears would twitch, and he would ask, “aren’t you gonna hold me, Doojoonie?”
Doojoon’s heart dropped every time he heard the cute boy utter requests similar to Ki Kwang’s. “Of course, Yoseobbie…”
Doojoon would scoot close to Yoseob, wrap his arm around the boy’s waist, and pull him tight against his body. Yoseob would purr deep in his chest and fall asleep in less than a minute.
Doojoon wasn’t as quick to follow however, always admiring Yoseob, smelling him, feeling his curves, and reminiscing about Ki Kwang and how they used to be so close. He never made it obvious, but he cried every night, thinking about how thankful he was to have had Ki Kwang, and to have Yoseob.
The happiness didn’t stop there. After months of trying to find work, a company finally hired him as a clerical worker. After a prolonged dry run in the job arena, he finally found some much needed work. His mother could only support him for so long, and he was starting to feel bad.
The only problem with getting a job was that he had to leave Yoseob home alone whenever he was at work. They haven’t been apart since the day Yoseob was delivered, and the adjustment for both of them was undoubtedly going to be hard.
The morning that he was supposed to start work, he got up earlier than Yoseob, pulling the blanket tighter over the boy when he saw him shivering, brushed his teeth, put on his only some nice clothes and got everything else that he needed for his first day at work.
The slight clamor woke up Yoseob, who sat up in bed and stretched, his ears twitching and his tail wagging sluggishly. “W-wheah you going?” Yoseob asked Doojoon in the cutest sleepy voice possible.
“Work, Yoseobbie. I talked to you about this…” he fixed his tie as he looked in the mirror back at Yoseob. “I’ll be back around 5 o’clock, okay? Try to be good for Doojoonie. Can you do that?” He saw the poor thing pouting silently in the mirror.
Doojoon felt so bad. He was suddenly abandoning his poor Yoseob, and he fretted over how well Yoseob will be able to cope when he’s at work. Doojoon thought up a preconceived notion that Yoseob wouldn’t be able to take care of himself if he wasn’t there.
Doojoon solemnly patted the blond boy’s head, and rubbed his soft, furry ears. “You can take care of yourself until I come back, right Yoseobbie?”
“Y-yeah…I’ll be good. J-just come back okay?” Yoseob’s eyes started to well up, and he looked at Doojoon with shiny eyes. He didn’t want his master to go away. The bond formed in the past months was so strong between the two, they couldn't stand being apart from each other for a prolonged amount of time.
“I promise,” he wiped the boy’s tears away and smiled, “Doojoonie would never leave his Yoseobbie…”
“H-have fun at work, hyung.”
That was the first time Yoseob called Doojoon “hyung.” For some reason, Doojoon felt closer after the older male title was assigned to him.
He smiled warmly, “I’ll try.”
Doojoon walked out the front door, yelling into the house, “hey! You better have more than just underwear on when I get home, or you’re busted!”
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Studies have shown that domechildren are actually very capable of taking care of themselves. Ki Kwang is a perfect example of that.
What they lack in human genes, they excel in learning. All “dome” genes in a normal domechild are paired with superior education genes. Their lack of human DNA is made up by their ability to learn at an amazing rate.
Through the months that Doojoon had owned Yoseob, the little one watched intently what his master did around the house, from cooking to cleaning, as well as other things like watching TV and going on the computer. Upon watching Doojoon perform chores, Yoseob was capable of doing the exact same thing, down to the littlest detail. Doojoon worried about Yoseob for no reason, since he already knew about the capabilities of a domechild from his experience with Ki Kwang.
While Doojoon was out working, Yoseob took very good care of himself. He got up, brushed his teeth, fixed his hair, and most importantly, got dressed. He wouldn’t want to get in trouble for being in underwear like his master said.
Around 3 o’clock PM, Yoseob made a late lunch, something he saw Doojoon make earlier, and cleaned up well enough so that it looked like he didn’t eat.
Yoseob stopped washing dishes and turned off the water suddenly.
He felt weird. Like something in his body wasn’t right.
Yoseob shifted and groaned, “A-ah,” instantly realizing the problem. He glanced at the kitchen calendar, hoping to God that it wasn't that time of year again.
March, the beginning of spring.
“D-dang it…” Yoseob looked down at his tented pajama pants that he wore all day and tapped his overly excited buddy down there, groaning and bracing himself from falling by putting his hands on the sink. “I-it can’t be that time already.”
The first heat of mating season, it always hit Yoseob especially hard, mostly because he was 17.
FACT BREAK: Mating Heats
Another aspect which domepeople are not like humans, is in their inability to control sexual desire. You could say that humans don’t have that control either, but the lack of control for domepeople is much stronger. The need for sexual interaction between domepeople always falls in the spring season. Many owners know about the symptom and take preemptive action to make sure nothing bad happens.
It is against the law to have sexual relations with domepeople if you are a regular human (because of the stark genetic differences), and to avoid trouble, most owners put their pets in “mating homes,” living spaces that open in the spring specifically to take care of domepeople in “heat.”
What about the young ones you ask? Don’t worry, the urges don’t develop until they age 14-16 years. The need for activity dies down significantly in their late 20s.
Reminder: Doojoon has never experienced Ki Kwang in such a state.
FACT BREAK, END.
Yoseob’s ears twitched and his tail wagged sluggishly. If he was going to take care of this “problem,” he had to make sure the coast was completely clear.
He searched the entire house, the bedroom, the bathroom, the living room, and most importantly, out the window. Yoseob did not want Doojoon coming home to him jacking off in their room. He scanned the parking lot of the apartment complex and saw no sign of Doojoon’s car.
The coast was 100% clear.
Yoseob quickly ran to the bedroom and closed the door, locking it from the inside. He went to close the curtains, just to make sure nobody was peaking into their room as he took care of himself.
Lithely, he crawled onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard and sprawling his body out on the mattress. He gnawed nervously on his bottom lip as he raised his hand to the tip of his tented pants, touching it lightly.
His body shivered and a strong shock shot up his spine.
God, he wanted this. No, he needed this.
He kept his bottom lip in between his teeth as he played with the hem of his pants, still wondering if this was such a good idea. He felt like such a bad pet to Doojoon, playing with himself like this while his master was out at work. But his cock screamed to be touched, and boy, he wanted to touch it. Regret danced in his brain as he contemplated the validity of his actions, as well as the severity.
But the dance stopped abruptly.
“I-…I’m so sorry, Doojoon-hyung…I have to do this.”
Part 4