BebeandMuse
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- Parts 11
"Careful, Dunk. If you chase him any harder, people might start thinking you're the one who wants to be taken."
The room went silent. Dunk's face turned a shade of crimson that wasn't from the wine. He was the Top. He was the Heir. He didn't submit.
He stormed out to the terrace, only to find Joong leaning against the railing, having a glass of wine.
"You should stop," Joong said quietly, not looking at him.
"Stop what? Buying you things? "What is it?" Dunk demanded, his composure finally snapping. "I've given you everything. I've made it clear I want you. Why won't you just give in?"
"Listen, I appreciate the gestures, but I'm not interested. I never asked for this, never wanted and still don't want any of it" Joong replied in a calm tone.
Dunk leaned in, voice low. "You don't know what you want, Joong."
Joong smiled. "Maybe I do. Maybe I've just never wanted anyone enough to chase them. And I certainly don't want to be someone's trophy." Then he walked away leaving Dunk to his ego and thoughts
Dunk's breath hitched and his eyes narrowed. No one talked to him like that. No one. For the first time, he felt a hunger he had never felt, He felt... vulnerable. And to his horror, he loved it.