Joong woke up, Stretching lazily, he reached out immediately, only to find the space beside him empty. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes snapped open.
Joong:
Dunk?
His voice echoed in the quiet room, but there was no response. He quickly sat up, his mind racing with concern. Dunk never left his side without telling him. Before he could panic further, a burst of laughter reached his ears from outside.
Joong sighed in relief, recognizing Dunkâs cheerful voice. He hurriedly got out of bed and made his way to the hall.
There, he saw all his friends gathered, sitting around and chatting. Dunk was right in the middle of it all, his laughter lighting up the room
As soon as Dunk spotted him, his face lit up even more.
Dunk:
Joong! Good morning! Come here, sit beside me!
He walked over and sat down beside him
Joong:
Good morning, Dunk. When did you wake up?
Dunk:
I woke up earlier, and you were still sleeping⦠and snoring loudly
Joong frowned, his brows knitting together.
Joong:
I wasnât snoring
Dunk burst into laughter, nudging Joong lightly.
Dunk:
You were! Joong, Iâm not lying
Joong shook his head, crossing his arms.
Joong:
No way. I donât snore
Phuwin:
Actually, Joong, I think Dunkâs telling the truth. You snored once when we went camping too
Joong shot him a mock glare.
Joong:
Traitor
Pond joined in, smirking.
Pond:
Itâs okay, Joong. Dunk seems to like your snoring
Dunk laughed harder, leaning into Joongâs shoulder for support.
Dunk:
See? Even they agree!
Joong rolled his eyes but couldnât stop the small smile spread on his lips as he watched Dunk laugh.
Joong:
Alright, alright. Iâll deal with all of you later
Dunk:
Okay, but admit it-you snore!
Joong shook his head
Joong:
Never
Dunk followed him, still giggling
Joong was still sitting beside Dunk when Pond suddenly leaned over with a mischievous grin.
Pond:
Joong, check your Twitter
Joong narrowed his eyes suspiciously, pulling out his phone. As soon as he opened the app, his notifications were blowing up. Fans were commenting, liking, and sharing a picture of him and Dunk sleeping together, arms draped over each other, looking cozy and peaceful. The caption: New couple but old love
Joongâs eyes darted toward Phuwin, who was trying to look innocent.
Joong:
Phuwin⦠why?
Phuwin shrugged
Phuwin:
Come on, you two looked cute. The fans love it!
Dunk, sitting quietly, noticed Joongâs furrowed brows.
Dunk:
Show me, Joong
Joong handed Dunk the phone. Dunkâs eyes widened slightly as he saw the picture and read the caption. His gaze shifted to Joong, silently asking if he was okay with it.
Dunk:
Joong, donât you like this?
Joong paused for a moment, seeing the genuine concern in Dunkâs eyes. A soft smile spread across his face.
Joong:
Itâs cute. I like it
Relieved, Dunkâs face broke into a bright smile.
Dunk:
Really? Then itâs fine!
Phuwin:
See? Even Dunk agrees. You should thank me, Joong
Joong rolled his eyes but chuckled softly.
Joong:
Next time, at least ask me before posting something like that
Phuwin:
Whereâs the fun in that?
Dunk leaned closer to Joong and whispered
Dunk:
You really donât mind?
Joong nodded, patting his shoulder
Joong:
No, Dunk. Itâs just a picture. Donât worry about it.
Joong:
Alright, Dunk, letâs get ready. We have a workshop to attend
Dunk:
Okay!
He stood up, brushing off his pants.
Dunk:
Bye, everyone!
Phuwin:
Bye, Dunk! All the best!
Joong and Dunk left, the rest of the group exchanged knowing smiles
As they stepped into the apartment, Dunk immediately made a beeline for the bed, sinking into the soft mattress with a sigh of relief. Without wasting a moment, he pulled the blanket over himself, snuggling comfortably into its warmth.
Joong watched him, leaning against the doorframe.
Joong:
Whatâs this, Dunk? You slept all night, didnât you?
Dunk peeked out from under the blanket with a small pout.
Dunk:
No, I didnât! They were shouting and laughing all night. I havenât slept properly.
Joong:
Oh, I see
Without any warning, Joong stepped onto the bed and yanked the blanket off Dunk.
Joong:
No excuses! Get up and get ready.
Dunk:
Joong, no! Give it back!
But before Dunk could grab the blanket, Joong leaned down and began tickling him mercilessly.
Joong:
If you wonât get up on your own, Iâll make sure you do!
Dunk burst into laughter, his voice filling the room.
Dunk:
Hahaha! Joong, stop it! I canât-hahaha Iâll go, I promise!
Joong:
Not until you get up
he teased, his hands relentless.
Dunk was laughing so hard tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
Dunk:
Okay, okay! Iâll get ready! Please stop!
Dunk lay there, catching his breath, but then a playful glint sparkled in his eyes.
Dunk:
You think youâre so clever, huh?
Before Joong could react, Dunk suddenly sprang up and hovered over him, pinning Joong to the bed.
Dunk:
Now tell me, huh? Should I tickle you?
Joongâs eyes widened in terror.
Joong:
No, no, Dunk! Letâs talk about this!
Dunk smirked.
Dunk:
Too late for that
With that, Dunk began tickling Joong, who immediately dissolved into laughter.
Joong:
Hahaha! Dunk, stop! I canât breathe!
Dunk:
Now you know how it feels!
But Joong wasnât going down without a fight. Using his strength, he wrapped his arms around Dunk, pulling him into a tight hug to stop the assault.
Joong:
If I canât get free, neither can you
Dunk stopped struggling, relaxing in Joongâs hold. Slowly, the room grew quiet as they lay there together. Dunk rested his head against Joongâs chest, feeling an unusual comfort in the embrace.
Joong:
Feeling better now?
he asked softly, stroking Dunkâs back gently.
Dunk:
Hmm
he murmured, not wanting to move. His heart was pounding, but he didnât understand why.
Joong, on the other hand, was completely aware of his emotions. He knows he's in love with this boy, but what can he do? Holding Dunk like this, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace and happiness. He didnât say it out loud, but he knew deep down that Dunk was special-someone who could calm his chaos and make him feel whole............