TWISTED TIES | JoongDunk

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It was afternoon and Dunk was only thinking about Joong's invitation to his band practice. During class, during breaks and even now, while they're having majorette practice.

He even forgot about the argument with Phuwin this morning.

After their practice, him and Dew kinda had a chitchat while he waits for Joong at the field. They're starting to get closer since Dew was the only one who basically talks to him. All of the members are ware of him. He has no idea why.

They sat at the bench after the break and went on about just this and that. He learned about Dew taking engineering and that they're the same age and somehow, Dunk felt comfortable talking to him.

Now that Pond and Phuwin seems to never wanting to hear anything ahout Joong from him, he was excited to spill it out to Dew instead since he's, in a way, a stranger and what's smarter way to do than talk your problems to people you barely know, right?

"--so, yeah. My friends are acting weird. Joong is being lovely as always and he invited me to his gig and tomorrow i will be meeting his dad. I seriously don't know what's wrong. Why can't they just be happy for me? What do you think? "

Dew hums, trying to think it over. Dunk is also curious of what an outsider would think of his situation so he waited for Dew to speak.

"Say something, come on!" He impatiently stomps his feet.

Dew chews on the chips they're both sharing. Dunk having an expectant face makes him want to delay more.

"I think, Joong's being suspicious. I mean, I heard about him and he seems to not the kind of doing this shit, like actually going out making a move on someone. But sis, he's really popular. You hit a jackpot. Yeah. It's either that or he's playing."

"Don't sis me." Dunk winced. He proceeds to groan like a child having tantrums. "Am I really not the type he would like? Like seriously, Look at me! I have all the qualities."

Dew looks him up and down judgingly. Thick glasses, chapped lips. At least his skin looks flawless. Oversize shirt, baggy pants, hair all over the place.

(an/ I can't find a flaw on Dunk physical appearance. That was a lame attempt)

"Can't you at least be a little bit more supportive?"

"But maybe he might like you for real. We don't really know. What I know is, your friends might have been hiding something from you."

Dunk gasped. "That's what I think too."

"Hmm. Despite that, I can also tell your friends genuinely care for you. I don't think you're doing wrong though." Dunk nods in full attention.

"And??? What am I suppose to do?"

"I don't know. It's up to you." Dew shrugs.

Dunk shoulders slumped as he lay on top of the bench table with his arms stretched like a cat.

"You're not helping." He murmurs exhaustedly.

Dew pats his back. "Dude, people are literally dying. It's going to be just fine. It's not the end of the world. "

"You're so fucking lame. You are so not fucking helping at all. "

Dew reached to pinch his waist a little too hard.