Nine Tailed Fox and The Dragon (joongdunk fanfic)

Memories Unearthed

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying the tranquility of the glade. The bond between them seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment, a silent understanding that they had found something special in each other's company.

After a few moments, Dunk broke the silence, curiosity in his eyes.

Dunk: "Joong, can I ask you a question?"

Joong turned to him, offering a gentle nod.

Joong: "Sure."

Dunk hesitated briefly, then asked, "Can I know more about Daonuea?"

A silence fell between them as Joong was slightly taken aback by Dunk's question. His expression shifted to one of sadness, a shadow crossing his face. Dunk immediately sensed Joong's unspoken burden.

Dunk: "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry for bringing it up..."

Joong placed his hand on Dunk's, giving a reassuring squeeze to indicate it was okay.

Joong sighed deeply before speaking, his eyes distant as if recalling a painful memory.

Joong: "Daonuea was someone very dear to me. He was kind, gentle, and full of life. We shared so many precious moments together, and losing him was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced."

Joong's voice trembled with emotion as he continued to share memories of Daonuea with Dunk. With a flick of his wrist, they were now standing inside Daonuea's small cottage, the air heavy with the weight of nostalgia.

Dunk looked around the quaint surroundings, feeling a pang of heartache as he observed the simplicity and warmth of the space.

Joong walked around the cottage, his fingertips grazing over familiar objects, each one holding a precious memory of the time he had shared with Daonuea. He paused by a vase of wildflowers, his gaze softening as he recalled the moments they had spent picking them together in the fields.

Joong: "Daonuea loved these flowers. He said they reminded him of the beauty and resilience of life."

Dunk listened intently, his expression reflecting the depth of his empathy and understanding.

As they moved through the cottage, Joong shared stories of the times they had spent together - cooking meals in the cozy kitchen, sharing laughter and dreams by the fireplace, and stargazing under the night sky.

Joong: "We used to spend hours here, lost in each other's company. It was a simple life, but it was filled with love and happiness."

Dunk: "You've kept everything just as it was..."

Joong nodded, a sad smile playing on his lips.

Joong: "After Daonuea left, I used my powers to maintain this place. It's my way of keeping his memory alive."

Dunk nodded, his heart aching for Joong and the love he had lost. He reached out a hand to touch a jar of herbs on the windowsill. As soon as he touched the jar, a sudden sharp pain shot through his head.

Dunk gasped, his hand recoiling from the jar as the pain intensified. Flashes of memories flooded his mind - images of himself tending to an injured rabbit, planting flowers in a garden, and harvesting herbs in the fields.

The pain in Dunk's head became unbearable, and he doubled over, clutching his temples as he cried out in agony.

Hearing Dunk's distress, Joong quickly turned around and rushed to his side, concern etched on his face as he assessed Dunk's condition.

Joong: "Dunk, what's wrong?"

Dunk couldn't reply, the pain rendering him unable to form coherent words. He could only grit his teeth and endure as the memories assaulted his senses.