JoongDunk Ep3

Dunk sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

How the hell was he supposed to face Joong after this?

Last night's dream was still burned into his mind—every touch, every sound, every filthy, toe-curling detail. He had never imagined Joong like that before, not consciously, but now he couldn't unsee it. The way Joong's voice had sounded in his ear, the way his body had felt against his, the way he had—

Dunk shook his head aggressively. No. Nope. Not thinking about it.

But his body had already betrayed him once. What if it happened again? What if Joong noticed something was off?

A sudden, sharp knock on his door made Dunk nearly jump out of his skin.

"Dunk! Open up!" Joong's voice called from outside.

Shit.

Dunk swallowed hard, his palms suddenly clammy. He needed more time—maybe even a complete reset of his brain—but Joong was already here, completely unaware of the chaos he had unknowingly caused.

Panicked, Dunk glanced around his room. No way am I letting him in here like this. He hadn't even cleaned up yet. Taking a deep breath, he cracked the door open just enough to poke his head out.

"Hey! You're here early," Dunk said, forcing a sheepish smile.

Joong arched an eyebrow. "Dunk, it's 7:15 AM. If we don't leave soon, we'll be stuck in traffic."

Dunk barely heard him because, for some reason, Joong was staring.

Joong quickly looked away, clearing his throat trying to hide how attractive he found Dunk bed look. "Just hurry up."

What was that? Dunk wondered, but he didn't have time to analyze it. "Give me 15 minutes, okay?" He shut the door before Joong could argue and rushed to brush his teeth and take a quick shower.

Just act normal. Don't be weird. Don't think about the dream.

By the time Dunk slid into Joong's car, he still wasn't sure if he was acting normal.

Joong glanced at him. "You okay? You look kinda off."

Dunk stiffened.

He knows.

Act normal.

"I'm fine. Just tired," Dunk lied quickly. "Let's go or we'll be late."

Joong rolled his eyes. "And whose fault is that?"

Dunk huffed and turned to stare out the window, trying to will his thoughts away. But throughout the ride, his mind kept spinning.

What the hell was he supposed to do about this?

Normally, he would call Pound for advice, but even thinking about explaining this made his face burn with embarrassment.

Because how was he supposed to say, "Hey, I just had the dirtiest dream about Joong and now I don't know what to do with myself."

Yeah. No way.

He was on his own with this one.

And that was a terrifying thought.

—

When they arrived at the filming location, both of them dove straight into work. They had individual scenes first, keeping them apart for hours.

After nearly five hours of shooting, they were given a short break. As usual, they met in their dressing room, and, as always, Joong instinctively reached out to touch Dunk.

But this time, Dunk flinched.

Joong immediately noticed. "Are you okay?" he asked, his brows furrowing. "You've been acting off since this morning."

Dunk hesitated, his fingers twitching at his sides. "I'm fine. I just… need to tell you something."

Joong tilted his head. "Okay. I'm listening."

Dunk exhaled and forced himself to meet Joong's gaze. "I think it's time we stop… the thing we do before filming." His voice was steady, but his stomach twisted.

The moment the words left Dunk's mouth, Joong's expression darkened.

"What thing?" Joong asked, even though he knew exactly what Dunk meant.

Dunk swallowed hard. "You know what I mean. Let's stop. Besides, today's our last day on set—we don't need to do that anymore."

Joong stared at him for a long moment, his jaw tightening. "So all this time… you've felt nothing for me?" His voice was quiet, but the edge in it was unmistakable.

Dunk clenched his fists. "My feelings haven't changed. I see you as just a colleague and a friend. That's all you are to me and also I'm not into men."

Joong's chest tightened. "You're not into men! Do I look like I'm into men"

Dunk hesitated for a fraction of a second before forcing himself to respond "I didn't mean it like that"

Joong searched his face, desperate to find even the smallest crack in his words. But Dunk avoided his gaze, his expression unreadable.

That was all it took to break something inside Joong.

Before he could stop himself, he pushed Dunk back onto the couch and crashed his lips against his.

The kiss was desperate, almost violent—his fingers tangling in Dunk's hair, his tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Joong bit and licked at Dunk's lips, kissing him like he was trying to prove something, like he was trying to ruin him.

And for a moment, Dunk let him.

But then Joong's hand slid down, brushing against the unmistakable bulge in Dunk's pants—

And he froze.

Joong pulled back, breathless, eyes dark with something unreadable. Then, a dry, sarcastic laugh left his lips.

"You don't feel anything for me, you're not into men" Joong said coldly, "but you're hard for me? Explain yourself, Dunk, do I look like a girl to you?."

Dunk sat up quickly, adjusting his clothes as heat burned up his neck. "It's just a biological reaction," he muttered. "It's not because I have feelings for you or anything."

Joong stared at him.

Then, his lips curled in anger.

"Fuck you, Dunk."

And with that, he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Dunk sitting there—chest heaving, heart racing, and completely, completely ruined.