In the gripping tale of "Bonds of Fate," the paths of two worlds collide. On one side, there are Phuwin and Dunk, orphaned brothers, guided by their loving aunt in the warm embrace of a small-town restaurant. On the other, there are Pond and Joong...
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The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting golden shadows across the walls. Dunk lay peacefully asleep, his face buried slightly in Joong's chest, his breathing slow and steady.
Joong stared at the ceiling, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on Dunk's bare back. But his expression wasn't filled with warmth or tenderness- Instead, a cold, sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Fool,"he whispered under his breath, glancing down at Dunk's peaceful face. "So easy to control... just like before."
Joong gently moved Dunk's arm off him, careful not to wake him. He sat up, leaning against the headboard, his mind spinning with thoughts. His fingers brushed through his hair as he replayed the evening's events.
"Jealousy suits you, baby," he murmured with a faint chuckle. "It makes you cling harder. Exactly what I want."
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Joong's plan was unfolding perfectly. Appointing Earth had never been a coincidence. He'd known all along how Earth looked at him-with admiration, infatuation, and an obvious crush. Joong had handpicked him, not for his skills, but for the role he'd play in Dunk's unraveling.
"You think this is love? No... it's just the beginning of your punishment."
Joong picked up his phone from the nightstand, scrolling through his messages. There was one from Earth: _"Had a great time at dinner today, Joong. Thanks for everything."_
Joong's smirk deepened. He didn't bother replying. He didn't need to. Earth was just a pawn- Dunk was the target.
Joong turned his gaze back to his sleeping husband. Despite everything, a flicker of something-maybe regret, maybe nostalgia-flashed in his eyes. But it disappeared as quickly as it came.
"You left me once, Dunk. You thought I'd just move on? That I'd forget how you humiliated me?" He leaned down, his lips brushing against Dunk's temple, his voice nothing more than a whisper. "Not this time. This time... you'll be the one left broken."
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