The soft hum of conversation filled Fourth and Gemini’s home as their small gathering came to life. The past year had brought many changes, but some things stayed the same—like the strange and tangled dynamics of their friend group.
Joong, now looking as radiant as ever, was sitting on the plush couch with Kian nestled close to him, the five-year-old flipping through a picture book on his father’s lap. Across the room, Dunk sat quietly, observing them with a warmth in his eyes that was still unfamiliar even to himself.
Gemini was fussing over a tray of snacks, his small bump noticeable beneath his loose shirt, while Fourth trailed behind him, determined to make him sit down and relax.
“Gem, you’re supposed to be resting,” Fourth said for the fifth time, gently but firmly taking the tray from his hands and placing it on the table.
“I’m fine,” Gemini replied, rolling his eyes. “I’m not fragile, Fourth.”
“Tell that to your dramatic crying last week because we ran out of orange juice,” Fourth shot back, earning a glare from Gemini.
The playful bickering was interrupted by Pond and Phuwin entering the room. Pond, as always, was cheerful, chatting animatedly about something, while Phuwin followed with his usual quiet demeanor. It was a stark contrast to their early days—Phuwin now had a subtle softness around Pond, a warmth that hadn’t existed before.
Phuwin’s gaze flicked toward the couch, where Joong and Kian were seated. His eyes then moved to Dunk, who was still watching his son with that unreadable expression.
“You look like you have something on your mind,” Phuwin said as he sat beside Dunk.
Dunk shook his head slightly, glancing at Phuwin. “Just… getting used to things.”
Phuwin nodded, not pressing further. He knew Dunk well enough to understand that he wouldn’t elaborate until he was ready.
Meanwhile, Kian looked up from his book and tugged on Joong’s sleeve. “Papa, can I show Uncle Fourth my drawings?”
Joong smiled and nodded. “Of course, baby. Go ahead.”
Kian slid off the couch, clutching his sketchpad, and ran to Fourth, who greeted him with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Kian! Let me see what masterpiece you’ve made this time!”
Gemini, now seated next to Fourth, leaned over to peek as Kian proudly flipped through his sketches.
Joong leaned back against the couch, exhaling softly. Dunk’s presence still made him uneasy—not because he didn’t trust him, but because he wasn’t sure how to navigate this new dynamic.
Pond’s laughter drew Joong’s attention. The older twin was perched comfortably on Phuwin’s lap, oblivious to the amused looks they were getting from the others.
“Do you two ever sit like normal people?” Gemini teased, arching a brow.
Pond grinned. “Define normal.”
Fourth chuckled. “I don’t think they know the meaning of that word.”
The room fell into an easy rhythm of chatter and laughter. Joong couldn’t help but glance at Dunk again, their eyes meeting briefly before Dunk looked away.
Kian ran back to Joong and climbed onto his lap, chattering excitedly about Fourth’s reaction to his drawings. Joong listened attentively, his fingers brushing through Kian’s hair as he spoke.
Dunk’s gaze softened as he watched the interaction, his walls crumbling bit by bit. He still had questions, still felt the sting of missed years, but he also felt something else—something unfamiliar and fragile but undeniable.
Hope.
And for the first time, Dunk allowed himself to imagine a future where they could all be together, figuring it out one step at a time.
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Beneath The spotlight
FanficTHIS IS A ROUGHTL DRAFT You have to read to find out LOL , this was requested by someone. Only Dunkjoong , I don't play about this ship
