Chaos Theory

Joong steps in between Phuwin and Dunk, his hand pushing Dunk behind him

Joong (coldly): "What are you doing here?"

Phuwin raises a brow, scoffing.

Phuwin (mocking): "Why? You own this place now?"

Joong's jaw clenches. His voice drops lower.

Joong: "No. But I'm tired of cleaning up your messes."

Phuwin laughs, sharp and amused.

Phuwin: "Mess? He bumped into me."

Joong glances back at him for a split second.

Joong (to Phuwin): "Go."

Phuwin shrugs, giving Dunk one last look.

Phuwin: "Watch your step, transfer kid. Bangkok's not as soft as it looks."

Dunk's voice suddenly cut through the hallway, sharp and furious.

Dunk: "F**k you! I've lived here since I was born! Unlike you bitch ! "

Silence.

Phuwin froze mid-step, his smirk fading.

Joong turned to Dunk, brows slightly raised - not in judgment, but something close to intrigue. Like he just saw a crack in Dunk's mask.

Phuwin (low, turning around): "What did you say?"

Dunk didn't flinch. His eyes were locked on Phuwin, rage simmering under his usually calm expression.

Dunk (quiet but firm): "You think you know everyone just by looking at them? You don't know shit."

Phuwin took a step forward, but Joong blocked him again - this time, more firmly.

Joong: "That's enough."

Phuwin glared between the two of them, then scoffed and walked off without another word.

Dunk stood there, breathing a little heavier, still shaking slightly from the sudden outburst.

Joong (grinning): "that was cute. "

Dunk's still fuming, but bites his tongue.

Joong finally holds up the paper.

Joong: "You forgot to fill the last part. Emergency contact."

Dunk snatches the form from Joong's hand, still fuming.

Dunk: "I'll add it later."

He turns on his heel, ready to leave again.

Joong (sharp): "Where do you think you're going?"

Dunk freezes mid-step.

Joong (cold and commanding): "Fill the form. Come inside when your name is called. You have an interview to give."

Dunk turns back slowly, eyes narrowing.

Joong: "We don't have all day."

For a moment, it's just silence between them. The tension is thick - not the kind that explodes, but the kind that coils tight.

Dunk walks past him without a word, shoulders stiff, form crumpled slightly in his hand.

Joong watches him enter the room, his lips twitching - somewhere between a smirk and something unreadable.

Joong (under his breath): "This is going to be fun."

Dunk sat in the hallway chair, back straight, form now filled out completely and resting on his lap. His name was next on the list.

His phone buzzed.
Pond calling...

He looked at the screen. Once. Twice.
He didn't answer.

He clenched his jaw. This wasn't the time. Not when he was about to have an interview which he hated the most.

The phone buzzed again.
Pond (2nd call).

Dunk's fingers tightened around the phone. He glanced toward the door. Still closed. He hesitated. Then finally - just as someone called, "Next!" - he answered.

Dunk (hurried whisper): "hia, not now."

Pond (urgent): "Why the hell aren't you picking up? Is everything okay? I heard something-"

Dunk: "I'm fine. I'm going in now. I'll call you after."

Pond (suspicious): "Dunk. What happened?"

Dunk closed his eyes for a second, exhaling slowly.

Dunk (softly): "Nothing ."

Before Pond could say more, the door opened.

Joong stood there, arms crossed, eyes cold.

Joong: "Is this a good time, or should we reschedule your interview for when you're not busy?"

Dunk lowered the phone, expression unreadable.

Dunk: "I'm coming."

He ended the call without another word, slipped the phone into his pocket, and walked in.

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