11 parts Ongoing Mature---
The terminal doors slid open with a soft whoosh and a rush of cool, recycled air. Joong stepped out, his sneakers squeaking on polished tile, dragging behind him a suitcase that had seen too much grief and too many late-night coffees in unfamiliar cities.
It had been a year.
A year since graduation.
A year since his world cracked open and shifted beneath his feet.
A year since he last saw-
There he was.
At first, Joong didn't recognize him.
He was too busy fumbling for his phone, trying to text Dunk that he'd landed, when his eyes flicked up and froze.
Tall.
Sharp jawline.
Hair swept back like he was heading to a Vogue interview.
A tailored black coat, a maroon dress shirt, glossy shoes that clicked confidently across the floor. A bouquet in hand - white tulips, Joong's favorite.
And then the man looked up.
And smiled.
And Joong's whole heart broke in the most confusing way possible.
Because that was Dunk.
Shy, quiet, bookworm Dunk.
Who once used to hide behind his bangs.
Who wore sweaters in summer and got nervous around customer service people.
Whose glasses always slipped down his nose.
Now?
Joong was staring at someone who could pass for a K-drama CEO.
Or worse: a villain with a tragic past and an obsessive love for one person.
"Joong," Dunk called, voice smooth and warm and just a little hoarse from the cold.
