JOONGDUNKDS
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Under the soft golden glow of a chandelier, stood a boy with dark, expressive eyes and a quiet, mysterious presence. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt, the fabric flowing like liquid moonlight against his skin. His fingers traced absent patterns on the wooden railing of the staircase, as if lost in thought. The moment he lifted his gaze, their eyes met.
Joong felt something shift inside him. A strange, electric pull-subtle, but undeniable.
The boy didn't look away. If anything, there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze, as if he had been expecting Joong to notice him. As if he already knew him.
Phuwin nudged Joong's side. "Hey, you okay? You're staring."
Joong blinked, shaking himself from the trance. "Who's that?"
Phuwin followed his gaze and let out a small chuckle. "That's Dunk Natachai. He's different, man. Doesn't talk much, keeps to himself. But there's something about him... I don't know. Some people say he's got a connection to Kimberley Cottage."