Bottomjoong Stories

"ee ama herkes uyumaya bir bakıma aşıktır-" "ama hani.. uyurken de öpüşüyormuş gibi sesler çıkarmazsın adam."

Some people study for grades. Some people study for glory. And some people study you. - The university gates are older than him, older than most cities, and Joong thinks they look like something out of a dream. Gold-lettered. Grand. Intimidating. He's thirty minutes early, wearing the sunshine-yellow sweater his sister insisted was his "lucky charm" for first impressions. There's a little sweat under his collar. A lot of hope clinging to his chest. New job. New campus. A chance to do something that matters. He rehearses his introduction under his breath as he walks through the corridor. "Good morning, I'm Professor Joong-no, too stiff-Hi, I'm Joong, and I'll be your-ugh, too casual-" His thoughts are interrupted by the sight of students walking past, bright-eyed, laughing, full of potential. And then one student-him. A flash of crisp uniform. Black hair that shines too clean under the light. A stride too precise to be accidental. He's talking to someone, nodding politely, smiling just enough to seem approachable-but there's a wall behind that face. A polished, perfect wall. Joong doesn't know his name yet. Not officially. But he knows this: That boy is the kind people write scholarship recommendations for before they even graduate. The kind that carries the university's reputation on his shoulders and makes it look like silk. "That's Dunk," someone whispers beside him. "Student Council President. Top of the class. Literally the best we have."

𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗹 | 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆! Joong has always been a free spirit, exuding an aura that warns people not to mess with him. The school didn't want to give up on such a promising student, but he was too wild to be tamed. Then, in a surprising turn of events, he changed his ways all on his own. Everyone: ??? He thought this was how his life would be until he met Doctor Dunk, and suddenly, his whole world lit up. On the day the college entrance exams ended, the entire class was gathered together in celebration. No one noticed that the coolest and most handsome guy in class, Joong, got caught smoking and was pinned against the wall by his "Phi" punished with a kiss that left him breathless. When the kiss left him weak-kneed and his mind blank, Doctor Dunk pressed closer, his indifferent monolid eyes slightly lowered as he softly coaxed him: "Be good." Later, the two of them made a rule: For every cigarette he smoked, he'd get a kiss. 'Damn.', Joong cursed under his breath, blushing, "How am I supposed to quit like this.." |All credits to the real owner|