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11:38 PM — SOMEWHERE NEAR CAMPUS
Joong had officially reached his limit.
He was sitting at a table with Pond, Aou, Santa, and Perth.
A bottle of beer sat in front of him.
His second one.
Maybe third.
He wasn’t counting.
“Okay,” Pond began, placing his phone down. “I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to answer honestly.”
Joong leaned back.
“Go ahead.”
“Do you still love Dunk?”
Aou stopped eating.
Santa looked up.
Perth sighed.
Joong stared at Pond.
Then he looked down at his drink.
“Yeah.”
The answer came too easily.
Too naturally.
As if it had been waiting behind his teeth for months.
Nobody laughed.
Nobody teased him.
Pond nodded slowly.
“Then why aren’t you doing anything?”
Joong rubbed his forehead.
“Because he broke up with me.”
“So?”
“So what?”
“So you can still talk to him.”
Joong laughed bitterly.
“You think I haven’t tried?”
Pond frowned.
“When?”
“After we broke up.”
“When?”
Joong went quiet.
He picked up his beer.
“Doesn’t matter.”
Aou leaned forward.
“Joong, we’re not trying to be assholes. But you can’t keep doing this.”
Joong looked at him.
“I know.”
“You can’t keep getting jealous whenever someone talks to him.”
“I know.”
“You can’t keep asking us to investigate random men on campus.”
“Okay, fuck you.”
Santa laughed softly.
“Then what are you going to do?”
Joong stared at the table.
For a moment, the usual sarcasm disappeared from his expression.
“I don’t know how to approach him anymore.”
Pond’s expression softened.
Joong continued.
“I used to know everything. What he wanted to eat, when he had classes, what made him upset. I knew when he was tired just by looking at him.”
He paused.
“Now I don’t even know if he wants me around.”
Nobody said anything.
Then Perth quietly spoke.
“Have you asked him?”
Joong looked up.
Perth shrugged.
“Because you won’t know unless you ask.”
Joong stared at him.
Then he sighed.
“You’re all very fucking annoying.”
Pond smiled.
“Love you too.”
⸻
MEANWHILE, 12:04 AM — DUNK’S APARTMENT
Dunk was lying on his bed with his phone resting on his chest.
Phuwin sat beside him, eating instant noodles.
Figo and Satang had gone home.
“Can I ask you something?” Phuwin said.
Dunk hummed.
“Do you still love him?”
Dunk closed his eyes.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?”
“Because you keep acting like you don’t.”
Dunk turned onto his side.
He was quiet for a while.
Then—
“Yeah.”
Phuwin stopped eating.
Dunk stared at the ceiling.
“I do.”
Phuwin put the noodles aside.
“Dunk.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you break up with him?”
Dunk swallowed.
Because he was tired.
Because he felt like he was becoming an inconvenience.
Because every time he saw Nita laughing with Joong, something unpleasant twisted inside his chest.
Because he wanted Joong to notice.
Because he wanted Joong to reassure him without having to ask.
And because, eventually, he had convinced himself that Joong would be happier without someone who constantly needed reassurance.
“I thought he didn’t need me anymore,” Dunk whispered.
Phuwin looked at him.
“Did he say that?”
Dunk shook his head.
“Then why did you think that?”
Dunk didn’t answer.
Phuwin sighed and lay down beside him.
“You know, Pond told me Joong still keeps your pictures.”
Dunk turned his head.
“What?”
“On his phone. Apparently, he hasn’t deleted anything.”
Dunk looked away.
Phuwin continued.
“And he still has that stupid lip balm of yours in his car.”
Dunk blinked.
“Which one?”
“The cherry one.”
Dunk slowly pulled the blanket over his face.
That was his favourite lip balm.
The same one Joong used to steal kisses from him whenever he caught Dunk reapplying it.
The one he had forgotten in Joong’s car before they broke up.
He hadn’t asked for it back.
He didn’t know why.
Perhaps because some part of him wanted Joong to keep it.
“Phuwin?”
“Hm?”
“Can you stop telling me things about him?”
Phuwin smiled sadly.
“Sure.”
A pause.
𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲
joongdunk au — fluff/slight angst oneshot
// Second Chance · University AU · Exes to Lovers · Angst with a Happy Ending · Romance · Fluff //
LATER THAT NIGHT — DUNK’S APARTMENT
Joong was supposed to leave.
He really was.
He had already said goodnight twice.
Dunk had already walked him to the door.
And yet, somehow, they were still standing in the living room.
Joong had one hand resting against Dunk’s waist.
Dunk was playing with the collar of his shirt.
“It’s late,” Dunk said.
“I know.”
“You should go.”
“I know.”
Neither moved.
Dunk smiled.
“Joong.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like that.”
Joong tilted his head.
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t want to leave.”
“I don’t.”
Dunk laughed.
“You’re very clingy.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No.”
Joong leaned down and kissed him.
It was meant to be a quick goodnight kiss.
It wasn’t.
Dunk’s hands slipped around Joong’s neck, and Joong drew him closer by the waist.
They pulled apart for a breath.
Then Dunk kissed him again.
Joong smiled against his lips.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Stop smiling.”
“Can’t.”
Dunk rolled his eyes, then pulled him into another kiss.
Joong’s back eventually met the wall beside the door.
Dunk laughed softly when Joong made a surprised sound.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Joong cupped his face and kissed him again, slower this time.
There was no rush.
No uncertainty about whether they were allowed to do this.
No wondering if one of them would pull away and leave the other standing there.
They were together.
Officially.
And they had every intention of staying that way.
Dunk’s fingers slipped into Joong’s hair.
Joong’s hand rested at his waist, keeping him close.
The kiss deepened, and neither seemed particularly interested in anything else.
When they finally separated, Dunk was smiling.
Joong brushed his thumb over his cheek.
“Hi.”
Dunk laughed.
“Hi?”
“Just checking.”
“Checking what?”
“That you’re really my boyfriend.”
Dunk stared at him.
Then he laughed so hard that he had to hide his face against Joong’s chest.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Joong kissed the top of his head.
“Your ridiculous boyfriend.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Still unfortunate?”
Dunk looked up.
Then he leaned forward and kissed him once more.
“Very fortunate, actually.”
Joong grinned.
“Good answer.”
Dunk rested his forehead against his.
“Stay for the night?”
Joong smiled.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
And they were finally, happily, together.
- THE END -
Dunk looked at him.
Then he smiled too.
“Sure.”
Joong’s shoulders relaxed.
“Okay.”
Dunk started walking away.
After a few steps, he turned around.
“Joong?”
“Yeah?”
“Eat dinner.”
Joong laughed.
“Yes, dad.”
Dunk pointed at him.
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
“Don’t skip it.”
“I won’t.”
Dunk nodded.
“Good.”
Then he left.
Joong stood there, watching him walk away.
He was smiling.
And for once, he didn’t feel like an idiot for it.
THURSDAY, 5:39 PM — THE BOYS 🫵🏻
Pond: UPDATE
Joong: what
Pond: HOW WAS IT
Aou: DID YOU KISS
Joong: ?????
Santa: AOU 😭
Perth: Please be normal.
Pond: DID YOU TALK
Joong: yes
Pond: ABOUT WHAT
Joong: stuff
Aou: WHAT STUFF
Joong: life
Pond: I’M GOING TO THROW MYSELF INTO TRAFFIC
Santa: did he have a good time?
Joong: i think so
Perth: That’s good.
Pond: DID YOU ASK HIM TO MEET AGAIN
Joong: yes
Pond: AND???
Joong: he said yes
Pond: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Aou: WE ARE SO BACK
Pond: LET ME CELEBRATE
Joong: idiots
THURSDAY, 5:46 PM — DUNK’S APARTMENT
Dunk had barely taken off his shoes when Phuwin appeared from the kitchen.
“Well?”
Dunk looked at him.
“Hello.”
“How was it?”
“Fine.”
Phuwin narrowed his eyes.
“Fine?”
Dunk placed his tote bag on the sofa.
“Yes.”
“Did you talk?”
“Yes.”
“About?”
“Things.”
Phuwin stared.
“Dunk.”
“What?”
“I’m not Pond. You can give me a proper answer.”
Dunk laughed.
He walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“We talked about classes. The project. Life.”
“And?”
Dunk took out a bottle of water.
Then he hesitated.
“We talked about the breakup.”
Phuwin’s expression softened.
“Really?”
“A little.”
“What did he say?”
Dunk leaned against the counter.
“He asked if I regretted it.”
Phuwin waited.
“What did you say?”
“I told him I didn’t know.”
Phuwin nodded slowly.
Dunk looked down at the bottle.
“He said he didn’t understand why I left.”
Phuwin was quiet.
Dunk swallowed.
“He thought he did something wrong.”
Phuwin looked at him.
“Oh, Dunk.”
Dunk gave a small, humourless laugh.
“I know.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Not yet.”
“Why?”
“I wasn’t ready.”
Phuwin nodded.
“That’s okay.”
Dunk looked towards the living room.
His phone was on the sofa.
He picked it up.
There was a message from Joong.
Joong: reached home?
Dunk smiled.
Dunk: just did
Joong: good
Dunk: you?
Joong: still at the car park
Dunk frowned.
Dunk: why?
Joong: thinking
Dunk stared at the message.
Then typed.
Dunk: about what?
A few seconds passed.
Joong: today
Dunk’s chest tightened.
He looked at the screen.
Then at Phuwin, who was watching him with an expression that said he knew exactly what was happening.
Dunk shook his head.
Dunk: go home, joong
Joong: bossy
Dunk: you haven’t changed
Joong: neither have you
Dunk smiled.
He didn’t know what to say to that.
So he simply sent a white heart.
🤍
Joong stared at it for a long time.
Then he replied with one of his own.
🤍
𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲
joongdunk au — fluff/slight angst oneshot
// Second Chance · University AU · Exes to Lovers · Angst with a Happy Ending · Romance · Fluff //
y'all really need to touch some REAL GRASS if you actually think that JOONG ARCHEN AYDIN can't sing?!??coz this is how he sounds without any ducking autotune??!!