Joylada Gang Collection✨️

Melody Of Us [JD]

Dunk had been staring at the clock for over an hour, wondering why Joong hadn't come yet. Joong had been pulling long hours at the studio, pouring every ounce of himself into his latest project, but Dunk could see the toll it was taking on him.

The late nights, the exhaustion, the lack of proper rest-it wasn't sustainable. Tonight, however, Dunk wasn't going to sit idly by.

Determined, he grabbed his jacket and headed out, making his way to Joong's studio.

When Dunk pushed open the door, he found Joong sitting in front of the mixing console, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on the screen with a blank expression. His fingers were absentmindedly twisting the knobs, but there was no real focus there. He looked worn out.

"Joong?" Dunk's soft voice broke through the quiet room.

Joong turned his head slowly, his tired eyes widening just slightly in surprise. "Dunk? What are you doing here?"

Dunk stepped in, closing the door behind him. "You didn't come home. I got worried," he murmured, walking closer. He placed his hands on Joong's shoulders, gently massaging the knots he could feel building up under his boyfriend's tense muscles.

Joong let out a small, tired sigh, leaning back into Dunk's touch. "I'm fine. I just-there's still so much to do."

"You've been at this non-stop for days," Dunk said, his hands moving with more pressure, working out the tension in Joong's neck and shoulders. "You need a break."

"I can't," Joong muttered, closing his eyes, but Dunk could feel him giving in, the weight of exhaustion heavier than Joong was willing to admit.

Dunk's fingers stilled for a moment before sliding down Joong's chest, his touch more intentional now. He leaned down, brushing his lips against Joong's ear. "Then let me help you relax..."

Joong's breath hitched, and he shifted in his chair, the tension in his body changing. "Dunk..."

Dunk didn't wait for permission. He knew exactly what Joong needed. He slowly moved to straddle Joong's lap, his hands finding their way under Joong's shirt, fingers grazing warm skin as he pressed a soft kiss to his neck. "You've been working too hard."

Joong's hands instinctively went to Dunk's hips, gripping them as he leaned back in his chair, his breaths becoming heavier. "You always know how to get to me..."

Joong's grip on Dunk's hips tightened as Dunk pressed closer, their bodies fitting perfectly. "You deserve to relax," Dunk whispered against Joong's ear before nipping at the skin just beneath it. Joong groaned softly, his body responding despite the exhaustion that weighed on him.

Dunk's hands slid lower, teasing at the hem of Joong's shirt before tugging it upward, exposing his toned chest. Joong helped, raising his arms to shrug it off completely, his breath hitching again as Dunk's fingers trailed over his skin.

Dunk's lips followed his fingers, leaving a hot trail down Joong's neck and collarbone. He grinded down slowly in Joong's lap, earning another groan from his boyfriend. The sound was deep, rumbling from Joong's chest, and Dunk couldn't help but smile at how responsive Joong was.

"You're so tense," Dunk whispered, his lips brushing against Joong's ear again, deliberately teasing. "I think you need a little distraction."

Joong's head fell back against the chair, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at Dunk, completely enthralled by the way his boyfriend moved against him. But something else stirred in his mind as the sounds Dunk made grew more intimate, soft breaths turning into quiet moans. Joong's eyes flashed with sudden inspiration, an idea forming amidst the heat of the moment.

"You know..." Joong's voice was rough, his hands trailing up Dunk's back under his shirt. "Your moans would make... a really good melody."

Dunk paused for a second, lips just inches from Joong's, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "What?"

Joong's grip on Dunk's hips tightened again, his lips quirking up into a teasing smirk. "I'm serious," he said, the tension between them thickening again as his voice lowered. "That sound... your voice... it's perfect."

Dunk let out a breathy laugh, his cheeks flushing as he realized what Joong meant. "You're thinking about music right now? Seriously?"

"Can't help it." Joong's smirk grew. "Your voice... the way you moan-it's inspiration." His fingers trailed down Dunk's back, igniting little sparks as they went. "I could make something out of it... something just for us."

Dunk's blush deepened, his heartbeat quickening, but the idea... it was thrilling in a way he hadn't expected. He leaned in, kissing Joong hard, his breath hot against Joong's lips as he murmured, "You're impossible."

"Mm, but I have good ideas," Joong teased, his hands guiding Dunk's hips to move again. As Dunk started to roll his hips once more, his soft moans filled the room, and Joong's eyes fluttered closed, the sounds fueling both his desire and his creative mind.

Each breath, each moan from Dunk sent a surge through Joong, making him imagine how those sounds could blend into a track-intimate, raw, and entirely theirs. He could already hear it, the rhythm of their bodies, the quiet gasps and deep moans... it would be perfect.

Dunk moaned again, his head tilting back as the pleasure built, and Joong's mind raced. He leaned up, capturing Dunk's lips in a searing kiss as the room filled with the perfect melody-the one he was creating with Dunk, in more ways than one.

Authors Note 📝

Immediately imagined if Joong was signed in with Riser.