Chaos Theory

Seeing Dunk in pain and hiding his face, even as he tried to be strong and hold back his tears, broke Joong's heart. He couldn't stand seeing dunk like this, hurting because of him. He immediately stilled his movements, leaving his fingers buried inside Dunk .

"Ah, Dunk.....what is it, does it hurt a lot?" Joong asked gently, his free hand coming up to card through Dunk's hair and stroke soothingly along his face and neck. He made gentle shushing sounds, trying to calm and comfort Dunk.

Dunk's answer was to make a soft, keening sound from behind the arm he had flung over his face, sobs wracking his frame.

Joong wrapped his arms around Dunk in a tight hug, the angle awkward with them both on their sides. He buried his face along Dunk's neck, peppering apologetic kisses, soaking up his tears with gentle sweeps of his thumbs.

"Shhh...Don't cry Dunk . I'm so sorry, we can stop, we never have to do this again if it's too much for you," he promised, sincere in his words. He realized with sudden, gut-wrenching clarity that he would rather die than be the cause of Dunk's tears - even if it meant never being with him like this.

Finally, after long moments, Dunk's sobs tapered off, his cries quieting until he lay silent and pliant in Joong's arms. He lowered his arm a fraction, revealing a face wrecked from crying - swollen eyes, a red-tipped nose, chipmunk cheeks - but so unspeakably precious and beautiful to Joong that he ached.

With a wordless cry, Dunk shattered apart in Joong's arms, his body shaking and shuddering with the force of his climax. Joong held him tightly through it, gentling his touches to bring Dunk back down slowly. They lay together afterwards, a tangled heap of limbs, sweat, and twisted sheets, basking in the afterglow.

At long last, cradled safely against Joong's chest and surrounded by his tender warmth and caring, Dunk dared to meet Joong's eyes, baring his soul and all of the love and longing he held there.

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The golden hue of the evening sun bled softly through the sheer curtains, casting quiet shadows across the black-and-white marble floor. The room was warm, wrapped in the hush of afterglow and comfort.

Joong stirred first, his eyes fluttering open. A sleepy haze lingered, but the weight against his chest made him smile instantly. Dunk was curled into him, cheek pressed to Joong's heart, their legs tangled beneath the thick, cozy blanket. His breathing was slow, deep, completely at ease.

Joong tilted his head slightly to look at him—his beautiful face still flushed, lips slightly parted, a soft pink tint on his cheeks. Even in sleep, Dunk looked like he was still trying to recover from all the chaos Joong had put him through.

A low chuckle escaped Joong’s throat as he gently brushed his knuckles down Dunk’s arm. “Still red... my poor baby,” he whispered, amusement and affection mixing in his voice.

He leaned down, kissed Dunk’s temple gently, and let his forehead rest against his for a moment—grateful, content, and a little too full of something warm in his chest he wasn’t quite ready to admit yet.

Joong smiled softly, his fingers brushing a few strands of hair from Dunk’s forehead. Without thinking, he pulled him closer—closer than close—his arms wrapping around Dunk’s bare back, holding him with a kind of protectiveness that came from deep within.

It wasn’t just affection.

It was relief.

Relief that Dunk was here. Safe. With him. Trusting him.

He buried his face in the crook of Dunk’s neck, breathing him in, and whispered against his skin, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

The room stayed silent, save for the slow rhythm of their breathing—two hearts, steady and synced beneath the soft hum of evening light.

Joong didn’t want to move. Not yet. Not when holding Dunk like this felt more like home than anything else ever had.

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