𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞

Episode 10

After the humiliating incident in the hallway, dunk sought refuge in the gym room, where he could regain his composure. Ethan, having heard what had happened, followed him, offering him a hoodie and track pants from his gym bag as a change of clothes. It was a silent gesture of support and comfort.

As dunk emerged from the gym room, Emma was waiting for him, holding a warm cup of coffee. She extended it to dunk, a comforting smile on her face. "I thought this might help," she said softly.

Ethan, wanting to offer his advice despite the difficult circumstances, spoke with a sense of concern. "I know it might sound like a difficult move, but maybe you should consider talking to Joong and apologizing to him. It could help defuse the situation and prevent further harm."

Dunk hesitated, his pride wounded, but Emma's gentle reassurance and Ethan's advice eventually swayed him. After some contemplation, he agreed. he understood the importance of resolving the conflict and preventing any further acts of retaliation by Joong.

With a sigh, dunk nodded, he resolve firm. he would confront Joong and try to make amends, despite the bitterness that still lingered in his heart. The situation had taken a grave turn, but dunk was determined to face it head-on and find a way to put an end to the torment he had been subjected to.
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The day was drawing to a close, and dunk had steeled herself to confront Joong and make amends. he had found him on the basketball court, surrounded by his elite group of friends, engaged in a heated game. Rayan, one of Joong's friends, spotted dunk's presence and couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt him.

Rayan, with a sly grin, pointed at dunk and announced, "Look who's here, guys."

Joong, on the court, caught sight of dunk. His eyes narrowed with a mixture of amusement and arrogance. He halted the game and swaggered over to him, the basketball dribbling in his hand. He scoffed, "What do you want, huh?"

Dunk, his voice timid but resolute, replied, "I'm here to apologize."

The moment dunk uttered those words, a wave of laughter rippled through Joong's friends, their mocking expressions clear. Joong, relishing the moment, decided to add to Dunk's humiliation.

"Apologize?" Joong repeated, his tone dripping with condescension. He stepped closer to his, towering over his smaller frame. "Well, well, what could you possibly say to make up for your little stunt in the ground?"

The other members of Joong's elite group egged him on, their comments meant to further humiliate dunk. Dunk stood there, biting his lip, refusing to let his emotions betray him.

Joong turned to his friends, issuing a commanding order. "Why don't you guys give us some space? I'd like to hear this apology in private."

His friends, smirking and nodding, began to disperse. As they left the court, they exchanged knowing glances and chuckled among themselves. Joong was clearly reveling in the situation, savoring the chance to assert his dominance over dunk.

Once they were alone, Joong continued to smirk, crossing his arms as he stared down at dunk, who was visibly anxious but determined to make amends.
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With Joong's smug look fixed on dunk, he made it clear that he expected him to start apologizing for his previous actions. Dunn, his nerves trembling, took a deep breath and began, "I'm sorry for what happened in the ground. It was wrong of me to confront you that way, and I deeply regret it."

Joong, appearing to mull over dunk's words for a moment, let a knowing smirk play on his lips. He seemed to be savoring the power he held in this moment. He leaned in closer to dunk, his voice laced with an air of authority as he spoke.

"Hmm," Joong mused, "To stop my revenge, I need something that will truly satisfy my anger." He paused for a moment, his expression growing more sinister. "Your punishment, dunk, is that from now on, you are my personal assistant. You will obey my every order without question. Do you understand?"

Dunk, his fear palpable, nodded in agreement. he had no choice but to comply if he wanted to prevent any further retaliation from Joong. But Joong wasn't finished.

"If you dare to disobey even a single one of my orders," Joong continued, his tone turning even more menacing, "I won't resort to these childish pranks. I'll make sure your scholarship admission is canceled." He leaned in even closer, his eyes locking onto dunk's. "Don't underestimate me. I'm very capable of making that happen. Do you get it?"

Dunk, his voice quivering with fear, managed to whisper, "Y-Yes."

Joong's voice turned commanding as he corrected him, "Call me 'sir.'"

Trembling, dunk stammered, "Y-y-yes, sir."

The atmosphere was tense and oppressive, and dunk felt a growing sense of dread as he accepted the consequences of his actions. Joong's power over him was undeniable, and he now found herself in a position of submission, a stark contrast to his earlier defiance.
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Upon returning to his dorm, dunk was greeted by his concerned friends who had been anxiously waiting for him Their faces displayed a mix of relief and worry as they inquired about what had transpired with Joong. Dunk explained, though he chose to omit the part about becoming Joong's personal assistant.

With a faint smile, dunk reassured his friends, "Joong forgave me. It's going to be alright." he didn't want to burden them further with the details of the troubling arrangement he had agreed to. Dunk valued his friends' support and didn't want them to share in his fear and anxiety about the consequences of his actions.

His friends, still worried but relieved that the situation seemed to have calmed down, nodded in understanding. They trusted dunk's judgment and hoped that this would mark the end of their run-ins with Joong. But little did they know that the power dynamics between dunk and Joong had taken a dark and complex turn, one that would shape their college lives in unexpected ways.