Melodious Fate

Part 19

As joong almost completed his solo song in the album so he's taking break in the dorm but his Dunk is still busy in the building

Phuwin:
Umm what happened? Missing your lover?

Dunk:
Umm I'm here since morning don't know what he's doing

Phuwin:
Can i help

Dunk:
Will you?

Phuwin:
Yess, just act as i say

Dunk:
Yesssss sir

Phuwin:
OH HO DUNK

he said it loudly

Phuwin:
I THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE REST

Dunk acted like he's too tired

Dunk:
No, i can manage-

Daou:
No dunk you can go back to the dorm, as phuwin is here we can manage

Dunk:
But phi-

Est:
No no Dunk you can go please

Dunk:
Are you sure?

Daou:
Hmm go and take rest

Dunk nodded and look at phuwin who's smirking

Dunk went inside the dorm and search for Joong, he saw his bathroom door is locled that means joong is inside

Just as he was about to collapse into bed, his door creaked open. Dunk’s heart leaped as Joong closing the door softly behind him. There was a look in Joong’s eyes that Dunk couldn’t quite read—something between desperation and desire.

Dunk:
Joong, what are you—

Before Dunk could finish his sentence, Joong crossed the room in quick strides, cupping Dunk’s face in his hands and crashing their lips together. This kiss was nothing like the one they shared last time. It was raw, hungry, filled with an urgency that made Dunk’s knees go weak.

Dunk let out a soft gasp against Joong’s mouth, and that was all the invitation Joong needed. He pressed Dunk back against the wall, his hands roaming over Dunk’s sides, fingers digging into his hips as if he was afraid Dunk might slip away.

Dunk:
Joong, wait... we can’t...

Dunk’s words were muffled against Joong’s lips, but he made no move to stop him. The warmth of Joong’s body pressed against his, the taste of him—it was intoxicating, making it impossible to think clearly.

Joong pulled back just enough to look into Dunk’s eyes, his breaths coming in heavy pants

Joong:
I can’t stop thinking about you, Dunk
he whispered, his voice low and husky

Joong:
I tried to stay away, but I just... I can’t.

Joong’s hands slipped under Dunk’s shirt, fingers gliding over his warm skin. Dunk’s breath hitched as Joong’s touch set his nerves on fire. The feel of Joong’s hands exploring him, the heat of their bodies pressed together—it was too much and not enough all at once.

Dunk:
Joong

Dunk whispered, his voice trembling with desire. He pulled Joong closer, their bodies flush against each other, the space between them vanishing.