The boy, sits on the couch, his gaze wandering in fascination at the cozy yet elegant surroundings
Joong returns from the kitchen, handing Dunk a glass of water
Joong:
Drink this
Dunk accepts the glass quietly, taking a few sips as Joong went again to retrieve a first-aid kit. When he returns, he sits beside Dunk, carefully dipping cotton in antiseptic.
Joong:
Hold still
Dunk doesnât flinch as Joong begins tending to his bruised face, he watches Joongâs every move.
Joong:
Whatâs your name?
Finally when that boy feel safe around joong he told him
Dunk:
Dunk...
Joong:
Where did you come from?
Dunk:
Moon
Joong raised his eyebrow
Joong:
Are you joking?
Dunk shakes his head slowly, his expression sincere
Joong:
Are you trying to make a fool out of me?
Dunk:
No
Before Joong can question him further, Dunk leans in, His hands gently cup Joongâs face, drawing his gaze directly into Dunkâs eyes. Joong's breath catches, mesmerized by the depth of Dunkâs stare. For a moment, the irises shimmer with hues of blue, as though galaxies swirl within them
Joong:
Wha-
Joong abruptly stands from the couch, running a hand through his hair, He begins pacing the room
Joong:
How-this... I mean, how is this possible?? I literally saw the universe in your eyes!
Dunk blinks innocently, his expression calm despite Joongâs frantic pacing
Joong halts, turning to face Dunk, his brow furrowed
Joong:
You came from the moon?
Dunk nods without hesitation
Joong:
How? I mean... you live there?
Dunk:
Hmm
Joong:
People like us live there?
Dunk:
Hmm
Joong:
And you can talk like us?
Dunk:
Umm... like Iâm talking now
He muttered
Joong:
Why are you so beautiful-I mean, is everyone there as beautiful as you?
Dunk nods again, his voice soft yet genuine.
Dunk:
Everyone is beautiful here too, just like you... your friends-
Joong:
Wait, wait. Youâre not getting it....Never mind, just forget it.
Joong finally sits back down on the couch beside Dunk, his curiosity getting the better of him. He leans slightly toward Dunk
Joong:
So, why are you here?
Dunk:
Actually, I have to be here
Joong:
Why?
Dunk:
Umm....I'm prince
Joong:
Prince? As Moon prince
Dunk:
Yes, I am. My father, whoâs the king, sent me here
Joong:
Wait, wait! Why are you telling me all of this?
throwing up his hands
Dunk:
Because I trust you
Joong:
Huh?
Dunk:
The moment I came here, everyone scolded me, bullied me... Even the man who help me...he also left me there. But you... Youâre the first person who stood up for me.
Joong:
Iâm not as good as you think.
Dunk:
But for me, you are
Joong's eyes softened, no one said this
this. His gaze drifts to his wrist, recalling the earlier events
Joong:
Wait! You did something to my bruise earlier, right?
Dunk:
Yes
Joong:
So... why canât you heal your own bruises?
He sigh
Dunk
Because I donât have the power to heal myself.
Joong:
Who the hell made these rules?!
Dunk:
Hey, donât talk like that. Weâre made this way. No one can use their powers to heal themselves
Joong:
Okay, enough for today..
Rubbing his temple
Joong lying in bed, his eyes closed, trying to make sense of everything that happened. His mind races with thoughts of Dunk, Suddenly, he feels a presence, as if someone is watching him. His eyes snap open, and heâs startled to see Dunk standing near the bed, staring at him
sitting up quickly, clutching his chest
Joong:
Oh my god! You startled me! Why are you standing there like that? Go and sleep!
Dunk:
These clothes... theyâre pricking me
Joong blinks, momentarily stunned by Dunkâs honesty, before letting out a soft sigh. He looks at Dunk, his irritation fading as he notices the innocent expression on his face. He gets out of bed and walks toward his wardrobe
Joong:
Unbelievable. Youâre like a child
Joong opens his wardrobe, and pulls out a spare night suit. He walks back to Dunk and hands it to him
Joong:
Here. Wear this and go to sleep
Dunk takes the clothes, his eyes wide with gratitude. He smiles warmly at Joong
Dunk:
Thank you, Loong
(Loong = uncle in thai)
Joong:
Itâs Joong! Not Loong!
Dunk:
But youâre grumpy like a Loong
Joong narrows his eyes at Dunk, momentarily speechless. Dunk simply tilts his head again, feigning innocence, as if he doesnât understand why Joong looks so offended
Joong:
Grumpy, huh? You should see me when Iâm really mad...
He again said but this time louder
Joong:
Just go change and sleep already!!
Dunk gives him a small bow, clutching the night suit, and walks toward the guest room. Joong watches him leave, shaking his head
Joong:
What have I gotten myself into?
Morning
Joong awake, groggy from the night before, only to hear a loud thud. Jolted, Joong sits up, scanning the room. His eyes land on Dunk standing near the nightstand, looking down at Joongâs phone, which now lies on the floor in pieces. Dunkâs face is pale, his hands trembling as he stares at the broken device
Joong:
What the hell??
Dunk flinches, his eyes wide with fear as he quickly looks up at Joong
Dunk:
I-I'm sorry! I was checking this tool, and suddenly it started making a loud sound! I didnât mean to-
Joongâs frustration melts slightly when he notices Dunkâs trembling hands. Sighing deeply,
Joong:
Okay leave it
Dunk:
But I broke your thing!
Joong:
It's not a thing! Its a phone
Dunk:
Phone? Whatâs it used for?
Joong pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to stay calm. Dunkâs innocence is baffling yet oddly endearing
Joong:
Itâs used to call people, text them, watch videos... you know what? Never mind
Dunk:
I will give you a new one
Joong raised his eyebrows
Joong:
Oh, really? Do you have money?
Dunk tilts his head, raising one eyebrow in genuine confusion
Dunk:
What is money?
Joong stares at him, dumbfounded, before shaking his head in disbelief. He waves a dismissive hand, deciding itâs not worth explaining
Joong:
Forget it. Donât make that face-itâs fine. Really!!
Dunk:
Are you sure?
Joong:
Yes I'm sure
Dunk:
Youâre not going to throw me out, are you?
Joong:
Wait... are you planning to stay here?
Dunk nods innocently, blinking up at Joong like a child seeking reassurance
Joong:
But I canât let you stay here!
Dunk:
Why not? Youâre a good human
Joong:
I told you I'm not good
Dunk:
You are
Before Joong can respond, Dunk suddenly climbs onto the bed and snuggles close to him, resting his head against Joongâs chest. Joong freezes, his entire body stiff with shock.
Dunk:
Please human, donât throw me out
Joong looks down at Dunk, whose innocent, wide eyes blink up at him. Joong swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest
Joong:
(Heâs dangerous. Not for my safety... but for my heart)
Without a word, Joong abruptly stands, causing Dunk to tumble slightly on the bed. Dunk blinks in confusion as Joong hastily steps out of the room
Joong:
This boy is going to be the death of me... I canât handle this. Heâs... way too dangerous....