JoongDunk Ep1

. "JoongDunk fans, where you at?! 👀🔥 It's finally time! Let's have fun with this one-get ready for all the feels! 😍💫 Comment, vote, and let's fangirl/fanboy together!"

"Ahh, Dunk... someone might walk in on us," Joong moaned in a hushed voice, his breath hitching as he clutched at Dunk's shirt.

Dunk smirked, his fingers grazing over Joong's evident arousal.

"Do you want to step outside looking like this?" he teased, his voice dripping with mischief as his hand pressed just enough to make Joong shudder.

Joong bit his lip, his body betraying him.

"Sucking my neck wasn't in the script, but you did it anyway. On purpose." Dunk's voice was laced with accusation, but his eyes burned with something else.

"You know that's my sensitive

spot," Dunk said against Joong's skin his lips trailing back up to capture Joong's mouth in a deep, searing kiss.

Their tongues tangled, moving in a rhythm far too intimate-far too raw-for anything they'd ever done in their series.

Joong's reactions to Dunk's touch never ceased to fascinate him.

There was something intoxicating about the way Joong lost control when it came to him-how his body betrayed him so easily, how he almost always got hard after every intimate scene.

Their relationship had changed drastically since the filming of The Heart Killers began. Before now, they had never known how they tasted outside of the camera, never crossed the line between performance and something far more dangerous.

Who knew making out with your on-screen partner could be this fun? Dunk thought, his breath ragged as he worked his hand over both of them, stroking in a synchronized rhythm that had Joong gasping into his shoulder. The heat, the tension, the thrill of it all-it consumed them.

Moments later, they collapsed onto the couch in their dressing room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and release.

Joong lay still for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. But his gaze drifted toward Dunk, who was cooling off beside him, eyes half-lidded, lips slightly swollen from their kisses.

How can he look so pretty even like this? Joong thought, reaching out instinctively. His fingers brushed against Dunk's damp skin as he gently wiped the sweat from his face. The more he looked, the more something twisted inside him-something unfamiliar, something dangerous.

Eight months. That's how long this had been going on-since the beginning of The Heart Killers shoot. Joong had no idea what to call what they had.

It was Dunk who had suggested it. He had reasoned that their bed scenes were too intense to simply show up and act without preparation.

"The workshops won't be enough," he had said. "We need to get comfortable with each other-really comfortable."

Joong had hesitated at first. He knew it would spell trouble for him later, that it would blur lines he wasn't sure should be crossed.

But he had said yes.

And now, eight months in, he was completely unraveling.

Every slight touch from Dunk had him hard, craving more, aching in ways he wasn't prepared for.

Because this wasn't just preparation anymore.

This was something else entirely.

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After filming wrapped up for the day, Joong drove Dunk home.

Dunk rarely brought his car to the set and hated driving at night, so this had become a quiet routine between them.

As Dunk reached for the door handle, Joong hesitated before asking, "Should I come pick you up tomorrow?"

Dunk shook his head. "No, my dad will drop me off," he said casually, stepping out of the car without a second thought. "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow."

Joong watched him walk into his house, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. His gaze lingered, filled with something far more complicated than just admiration.

To outsiders, it would be easy to assume they were in love.

The way they looked at each other, the effortless way they interacted in front of fans-it was the perfect illusion. But that was all it was. An illusion.

People didn't know how annoyingly professional Dunk could be. Joong still remembered his shock when Dunk first proposed the idea of practicing behind the scenes.

At first, he couldn't believe it-Dunk, the ever-serious professional, suggesting something so reckless.

And for a while, Joong had let himself believe it would change things between them, that maybe it would turn into something more, something real.

But it hadn't.

Dunk kept everything strictly behind closed doors.

Every kiss, every lingering touch, every heated moment-none of it existed outside their dressing room.

Joong hated it. He was starting to want more than just stolen touches and hurried releases between scenes.

He wanted Dunk beyond the set, beyond their scripted passion.

Tonight, as he sat in his car staring at Dunk's house, the frustration burned through him.

Just now, he had wanted to lean in, to kiss Dunk goodbye. But he had stopped himself. He already knew how that would play out.

He had tried before, and Dunk had pulled away, reminding him in that maddeningly logical tone,

"Joong, that won't help with work."

Joong exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

He was starting to hate how much he wanted Dunk.

And even worse-how much Dunk refused to let him.

"So, guys... how was it? 👀✨ I've been thinking so much about how to make this JoongDunk fanfic as engaging and interesting as possible. Seriously, I spent all of yesterday just brainstorming! 🤯

And guess what? I ended up writing the whole thing this morning! 😆🔥 I hope you guys enjoy it-let me know what you think in the comments! 💕"