Melodious Fate

Part 21

The recording room buzzed with activity, but amidst the chaos of mixing tracks and adjusting sound levels, Dunk and Joong had created their own little bubble, laughing and exchanging flirtatious banter in the corner

Joong leaned casually against the desk, his eyes catching Dunk’s as he fiddled with the laptop. Dunk, always the professional, tried to focus on the task at hand, but Joong had a way of pulling his attention away with nothing more than a smile.

Dunk:
You know, you’re distracting me
Dunk muttered under his breath,

Joong:
Oh, am I now?

His gaze lingered on Joong for a moment longer than usual, but he quickly turned back to the laptop, pretending to be focused.
Joong pushed off the desk and walked over to Dunk

Joong:
Dunk, I'm missing you love

Dunk:
Wow mr archen we just cuddled today's morning?

The proximity was intoxicating, and despite his best efforts to play it cool, his heart rate quickened.

Dunk:
I'm focusing on my work you go and do your work

Joong’s smile widened, and before Dunk could react, Joong was right there, brushing a strand of hair away from Dunk’s face in a way that felt so intimate, so tender, that it took Dunk by surprise. The small touch sent a jolt of electricity through him. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he found himself leaning into the touch, his breath hitching slightly as Joong’s fingers grazed his skin.

Joong:
You are not fooling anyone

Joong murmured, his voice low and teasing, yet there was an unmistakable softness to it. He stepped back just a little, enough to let Dunk regain some space, but not enough to lose the connection

Joong:
I can tell you’re thinking about me hmmm

Dunk’s face flushed a little, caught between wanting to deny it and not being able to lie to Joong. Instead, he cleared his throat and managed to throw in a lighthearted response

Joong:
We both know what you’re thinking about.

Before Dunk could say anything, Joong took another step forward, his smile softening, and without missing a beat, he reached out, gently cupping Dunk’s chin.

Joong:
You know?
Joong started, his voice low but laced with mischief,

Joong:
I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who looks this good while working

Dunk:
Is that so?

Joong:
Oh yeah. I’m not even sure if you realize how much of a distraction you are.

Dunk couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips. He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms, pretending to be unaffected by Joong’s playful tone.

Dunk:
I’m just doing my job, Joong. But I’m sure you’ll find a way to distract me, won’t you?

Joong’s smile widened, and he slowly stood up, making his way over to Dunk with deliberate steps.

Joong:
Maybe

he said, his voice teasing but with an underlying heat that sent a shiver down Dunk’s spine.

Joong:
You know

Joong whispered, his voice soft,

Joong:
there’s something about the way you focus so hard. It makes me want to mess with you