The next few days on set were a quiet whirlwind. Joong seemed to be back to his usual, dazzling self, effortlessly captivating everyone around him. But Dunk wasn’t fooled. Joong’s smiles were a little too quick, his laughter a little too loud.
Dunk had never been one to pry, but Joong’s behavior had become impossible to ignore.
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On Set
“Alright, that’s a wrap for today!” the director called out.
Joong’s shoulders relaxed, his professional smile falling away as he stepped off set. Fourth, who had been waiting nearby, immediately handed him a bottle of water and whispered something in his ear. Joong nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his face.
Dunk watched the exchange from a distance, his sharp gaze narrowing. Whatever Joong was dealing with, it wasn’t small.
As the crew began to pack up, Dunk approached Pond, who was lounging against a table.
“Have you noticed anything weird about Joong lately?” Dunk asked, his voice low.
Pond raised an eyebrow. “Weird how?”
“He’s been... off,” Dunk said, searching for the right words. “Distracted. Like he’s carrying something heavy, but he won’t let anyone see it.”
Pond shrugged, his tone casual. “Joong’s always been good at hiding things. Comes with being in the spotlight, I guess.”
Dunk frowned, unsatisfied with the answer.
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Later That Evening
Joong sat in his private home theater, a bowl of untouched popcorn on the table beside him. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the massive screen in front of him. Fourth had tried to get him to go out to a charity gala that night, but Joong had insisted on staying home.
He rested his hand on his stomach, the motion becoming instinctive over the past few weeks. His doctor’s appointment earlier that day had gone well, but the weight of his secret felt heavier than ever.
The baby was healthy. He should’ve felt relieved. But all he could think about was Dunk—and how his icy co-star would react when he found out.
Joong’s phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a message from Fourth.
Fourth: Pond told me Dunk was asking about you. Thought you should know.
Joong stared at the screen, his heart skipping a beat.
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Meanwhile, Dunk’s Apartment
Dunk sat at his small dining table, a single lamp illuminating the room as he sorted through his script for the next day. But his mind wasn’t on the words in front of him—it was on Joong.
Something about the man had always gotten under Dunk’s skin. At first, it had been his effortless charm, the way he seemed to glide through life without a care. But now, it was the cracks Dunk could see forming in Joong’s perfect exterior.
He didn’t understand why he cared so much. Joong was just his co-star, a temporary presence in his life. And yet, Dunk couldn’t shake the gnawing concern that had taken root in his chest.
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The Next Day
The set was buzzing with activity as usual, the crew rushing to prepare for a complicated scene. Joong arrived late, his expression distracted as he stepped onto the set in a perfectly tailored outfit.
Dunk watched him closely, noting the faint dark circles under his eyes.
“You’re late,” Dunk said quietly as Joong passed by.
Joong paused, turning to face him. His smile was bright, but his voice was tinged with defensiveness. “Traffic. You know how it is.”
Dunk crossed his arms, his gaze steady. “You can’t keep this up, Joong.”
Joong’s smile faltered, just for a moment. “Keep what up?”
“Whatever’s going on with you,” Dunk said. “You’re wearing yourself out, and it’s starting to show.”
Joong’s eyes softened, the playful facade slipping. For a moment, Dunk thought he might actually open up.
But then Joong straightened, his expression hardening. “I’m fine, Dunk. Really.”
Before Dunk could respond, the director called for them to get into position.
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Later That Night
Joong returned to his penthouse, the exhaustion of the day hitting him like a wave. He collapsed onto the couch, running a hand through his hair.
He couldn’t keep this secret much longer. Fourth had been right—he needed to tell Dunk. But how? How could he possibly explain everything without completely destroying the fragile truce they’d built?
Joong sighed, his hand once again resting on his stomach. “You’re going to change everything,” he murmured, a mixture of fear and affection in his voice.
The city lights outside his window glittered like a thousand tiny stars, but for the first time, they offered no comfort.
This will be a short story probably
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Beneath The spotlight
FanfictionYou have to read to find out LOL , this was requested by someone. Only Dunkjoong , I don't play about this ship
