The following days passed slowly. Joong spent his time tending to Kian, who was recovering but still feeling the effects of his allergic reaction. The little boy’s energy was low, and Joong found himself in a constant state of worry, checking every label, double-checking every ingredient.
Kian was starting to get better, but his once-constant chatter was quieter now, and Joong couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still wrong. There was a heaviness hanging over the house—one that had nothing to do with Kian’s recovery. It was the silent storm between him and Dunk.
Joong hadn't responded to Dunk's demands for the truth. Every time he thought about facing Dunk again, the weight of the last conversation hung in his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to explain everything, not when so much was at stake.
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A Knock at the Door
Joong had just finished putting Kian down for a nap when a knock echoed through the house. He opened the door, his breath catching in his throat when he saw Dunk standing there, looking as imposing as ever.
“You didn’t respond to my calls,” Dunk said, his voice cold and serious. “I’m not here to fight, Joong. I’m here to get answers.”
Joong swallowed, trying to steady his nerves. He had known this moment was coming, but he hadn’t expected it to be this soon.
“I don’t think this is a conversation we need to have,” Joong replied, his voice tight.
Dunk’s gaze hardened. “I know you’ve been hiding something. And I don’t care what it is anymore—I just want the truth. About everything.”
Joong closed his eyes for a moment, running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t keep avoiding him. Not with Dunk standing there, staring at him like he was ready to demand answers.
Taking a deep breath, Joong stepped back and gestured for Dunk to enter. “Fine. Come in.”
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Inside the House
Once they were seated, Joong found it harder to meet Dunk’s eyes. He could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. Dunk wasn’t going to back down this time, and Joong knew he couldn’t keep pretending.
“What’s going on, Joong?” Dunk asked, his voice quieter now, though there was no hiding the anger beneath the surface. “That kid. He looks like me. I know you’ve been avoiding me for years, but now… now I need to know the truth.”
Joong opened his mouth, but no words came. His mind raced as memories flooded back—the good and the bad, the moments he had tried so hard to bury. He had built his life around his son’s secret, and yet Dunk’s presence here felt like the walls he had so carefully constructed were crumbling down.
Joong clenched his fists in his lap. “His name is Kian.” He paused, looking up at Dunk finally. “He’s mine… and yours.”
Dunk’s eyes widened in shock, his entire body stiffening. “What?” he breathed, barely a whisper.
Joong nodded slowly. “Kian is our son, Dunk. I never told you because I thought it would destroy everything. I thought I could keep him a secret and protect him from all the chaos we caused. But he’s mine. He’s ours.”
For a long moment, there was nothing but silence between them. Dunk sat there, his mouth slightly open, as if he couldn’t process what Joong had just said.
“I—” Dunk’s voice faltered, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I didn’t know. I had no idea.”
Joong’s heart clenched at the pain in Dunk’s voice. “I didn’t want you to know. I thought if I kept him away from you, away from everything we went through, he’d be safe.”
Dunk stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair, as if trying to make sense of the chaos in his mind. “You should’ve told me, Joong. I deserved to know. We both did.”
Joong stood too, his voice suddenly more forceful. “I wasn’t going to let you manipulate me again, Dunk. I wasn’t going to let you have the power to destroy my son’s life the way you destroyed mine.”
Dunk’s jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides. “I wouldn’t have done that, and you know it. You think I wanted to hurt you? You think I wanted to hurt him?”
Joong didn’t respond, his heart pounding in his chest. The words they had shared over the years echoed in his mind, their history always so tangled with pain.
“I’ve been trying to keep my life together, Joong,” Dunk continued, his voice low and rough. “But knowing about Kian... I don’t know what to do with this. I don’t know what to say.”
Joong stepped closer, his hand reaching out to rest on Dunk’s arm. “I don’t know what you want from me, Dunk. I’ve already made my choices. I’ve been trying to keep Kian safe, and now I just need to protect him from the fallout of all this.”
Dunk’s eyes softened as he looked at Joong, though the confusion remained. “But he’s my son too, Joong. And I’m not going to pretend I’m okay with being kept in the dark.”
Joong exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening on Dunk’s arm. “I never wanted this for him. But what do you expect me to do now? He’s been through enough. We’ve been through enough.”
Dunk looked at Joong for a long time, and then, to Joong’s surprise, he nodded. “You’re right. We’ve both made mistakes. But I can’t just pretend none of this matters.”
The silence stretched again, and Joong knew they were both still reeling from everything they’d just uncovered. Dunk wasn’t going to walk away easily, and Joong wasn’t sure he was ready to face what came next.
But for the first time in years, Joong couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, they could figure this out. For Kian. For themselves.
But that would take time—and Joong wasn’t sure they had enough of it.
I'm too weak to make them suffer or am I MAUAHAHAHAHA
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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
