JoongDunk Ep6

Pound's words wouldn't leave Dunk's head.

"Imagine Joong being with someone that isn't you. How would you feel about that?"

Since their phone call, the question had gnawed at him, creeping into every thought. He didn't even know why he had been so scared to talk to Pound about it in the first place. Pound wasn't the type to judge. He had always been the voice of reason, but this time, his words had left Dunk even more confused.

The tension followed them into Joong's house like a shadow. As soon as the door closed behind them, Joong, who had been quiet the entire ride, suddenly grabbed Dunk's wrist and pulled him to the couch. Before Dunk could react, Joong sat on a stool in front of him, spreading his legs just enough to trap Dunk between them.

Joong's gaze was intense, unwavering. "Dunk, tell me what the problem is." His voice was firm but not angry-just desperate for answers. "Because I know you like me. I wouldn't say love, but you're just as attracted to me as I am to you. So why don't you want to explore what this could be?"

Dunk swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet Joong's eyes. "There's nothing to explore, Joong." His voice was steady, but his heart was anything but. "We're men. We've never considered being with another man before.

What is going on between us doesn't that feel strange to you? I don't even know what my sexuality is anymore. I keep asking myself if I like men now, and I don't know how to feel about it. Or... am I like this because we're in the BL industry?"

He let out a shaky breath, his voice dropping to something more fragile. "I'm confused, and that's just one part of it. But what's even harder to understand is how you came to terms with this so quickly. It's like you aren't even questioning it, and that-it scares me, Joong."

Joong leaned in, his expression softening. "Tell me everything. Tell me what's bothering you."

Dunk clenched his fists on his lap. "What if you're like this because you have some illusion about me?" His voice wavered. "You haven't actually seen me naked. What if, when you do, you find it disgusting? Because no matter what, I'm still a man. I still have what you have. What if you don't like it? What if-after everything-we were just confused and lost in the moment? What if what we feel now isn't what we think it is?!"

He looked away, his throat tightening. "I can't stand it if, after all this, you realize this was just a phase for you. I can't face you if that happens, Joong. Do you understand?"

Silence hung between them, heavy and unspoken.

Joong's eyes softened as his fingers traced the curve of Dunk's lips, his touch featherlight yet deliberate. "Dunk, everything about you is beautiful-from your hair to your face, down to your feet. You're fucking pretty." His voice was low, almost a whisper.

Dunk swallowed hard, his breath hitching as Joong's thumb brushed over his lower lip.

"You don't know how addicted I am to kissing you." Joong's eyes darkened. "And you seem to forget-I've already had you in my mouth. Was I so bad at it that you forgot?"

Dunk's entire body tensed he remembered.

"Did I look disgusted? Because I wasn't. And I sure as hell won't think fucking you would be disgusting either." Joong's voice dropped, rough with desire. "Everything about you is so damn pretty. So sweet. Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror? That face, your soft, plump lips, your perky chest, your little pink-"

"Joong!" Dunk cut him off, his breathing unsteady.

But Joong wasn't done. He grabbed Dunk's wrist and guided his hand to the hardness straining against his pants.

"Just the thought of you under me makes me this hard. Feel it."

Dunk gasped at the heat beneath his palm.

Joong leaned in, his lips just a breath away. "You can doubt my feelings, but don't ever doubt how much I want you." His voice was thick with need. "You don't know how many times I've fought the urge to bend you over our dressing table and fuck you until your legs give out during those make-out sessions."

Dunk squeezed his eyes shut, his pulse hammering.

"I know you're scared," Joong muttered, his lips grazing the corner of Dunk's mouth. "But let's risk it. Just once. Please" Joong breathed

I am sorry that all I can think of right now is sex but I can't help it."

Dunk shivered as Joong buried his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck," Joong swore, his body visibly trembling as he suddenly pulled away, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

Dunk sat frozen, his body burning, his thoughts a tangled mess.

Joong let out a breathless, humorless laugh. "You're going to be the end of me, Dunk."

"Guys... Joong is just something else! 😭🔥 He is so naughty, OMG! Writing this chapter had me feeling all kinds of emotions, but honestly, it was so much fun! 😆💖

I really hope you guys can feel the tension, the emotions, and everything I felt while writing it! Let me know what you think! 😏✨

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