Joong leaned against the closed door, his heart pounding against his ribs. He closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm raging inside him. For five years, he had built a life with Kian, carefully constructing a world where they were safe from everything—and everyone. Dunk’s sudden reappearance threatened to unravel it all.
In the living room, Kian was sitting on the floor with his toys, quietly arranging his collection of blocks into a precarious tower. Joong’s heart softened at the sight of him, so small and innocent.
“Daddy, are you okay?” Kian’s voice broke through Joong’s thoughts, his head tilting as he studied Joong with a curious expression.
Joong forced a smile and walked over, sitting down beside him on the rug. “I’m okay, sweetheart. Don’t worry about me.”
Kian frowned, sensing something was off. “Was that man mad at you?”
Joong’s chest tightened. He reached out and smoothed down Kian’s hair. “No, baby. He just… wanted to talk about some things.”
Kian’s lips pursed as he considered that. “He looked sad,” he said quietly.
Joong swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. Kian’s words pierced him more than he wanted to admit.
“Sometimes grown-ups have things they don’t understand about each other,” Joong said after a moment, keeping his tone light. “But it doesn’t mean anything bad for you, okay? You don’t have to worry about it.”
Kian nodded, though his small brow furrowed slightly. He turned back to his blocks, and Joong watched him in silence, his mind swirling with everything Dunk had said.
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Elsewhere in the City
Dunk drove aimlessly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening and loosening as his thoughts raced. He couldn’t shake the image of Kian—the boy’s dark eyes, the way he had clung to Joong so naturally.
“He’s mine,” Dunk muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief and a hint of anger. “He has to be.”
He couldn’t understand why Joong had kept this from him. For years, Dunk had been left to wonder why Joong had disappeared, why he had cut off contact so suddenly. Now it all made sense—but that didn’t make it any easier to accept.
After driving for what felt like hours, Dunk finally pulled into the parking lot of a quiet café. He ordered a coffee and sat in a corner booth, staring at the swirling patterns in the foam as he tried to make sense of everything.
“Why didn’t he tell me?” Dunk whispered, his voice heavy with frustration.
He thought back to the time they had spent together all those years ago. Their relationship had been tumultuous, full of arguments and misunderstandings, but there had also been moments of connection—moments that Dunk had clung to even after Joong had left.
And now, this.
Dunk’s mind raced with questions. Was Kian really his son? If so, why had Joong decided to keep it a secret? And most importantly, what was Dunk supposed to do now?
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Later That Evening
Joong tucked Kian into bed, smoothing the covers over him as he whispered a soft lullaby. Kian’s eyes fluttered shut, his little hand clutching his stuffed rabbit tightly.
“Goodnight, baby,” Joong said, pressing a kiss to Kian’s forehead.
He lingered for a moment, watching his son sleep. The peace on Kian’s face was a stark contrast to the chaos Joong felt inside.
Once he was sure Kian was asleep, Joong quietly left the room and closed the door behind him. He sank onto the couch in the living room, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the ceiling.
The knock on the door earlier that day had been a warning—a reminder that no matter how much Joong tried to avoid the past, it was catching up to him.
As much as he hated to admit it, Dunk deserved answers. But Joong wasn’t ready to face the consequences of revealing the truth. What if Dunk wanted to be involved in Kian’s life? What if he tried to take Kian away?
The thought made Joong’s stomach churn. He couldn’t lose Kian. Not after everything they had been through together.
Joong’s phone buzzed on the coffee table, pulling him from his thoughts. He picked it up hesitantly, his heart sinking when he saw Dunk’s name on the screen.
For a moment, he considered ignoring it. But something inside him—guilt, perhaps—made him swipe to answer.
“Joong,” Dunk’s voice came through the line, steady but tense. “We need to talk.”
Joong sighed, leaning back against the couch. “I told you, Dunk. There’s nothing to talk about.”
“That’s not true, and you know it,” Dunk said sharply. “Stop running, Joong. I deserve to know the truth.”
Joong’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t about you, Dunk. It’s about Kian.”
“Exactly,” Dunk shot back. “And if he’s my son, I have every right to be part of his life.”
Joong closed his eyes, the weight of Dunk’s words settling over him. He didn’t know how to respond—didn’t know how to navigate the tangled mess of their history and the reality of their present.
“I’ll give you time,” Dunk said after a moment, his tone softening slightly. “But I’m not going away, Joong. You owe me the truth.”
The call ended before Joong could respond. He stared at the phone in his hand, his chest tight with a mix of fear and frustration.
He glanced toward Kian’s bedroom door, his heart aching. The life he had built was no longer just his own—it was Kian’s, too. And no matter how much Joong wanted to keep Dunk out of it, he couldn’t ignore the storm that was coming.
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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
