Meanwhile, in Joong and Dunk's room...

Joong glared at his boyfriend.  He noticed hickeys on his neck, marks he hadn't left himself.  Footprints that were clear evidence that his own boyfriend had had a great time recently.

“You did it again,” he said with legitimate pretension.  “It's the third time this week.”

“Well, so what?  I'm free person, I can do whatever I want. You have no right to stop me. What do you even care?”

„I have the right!!! I HAVE!!! I'm your boyfriend, i'm your... Didn't you say it yourself, that I'm your darling, your lover?! I care, I care about you! Why do you have to keep hurting me like this? Why are you so mean, so cruel? Don't you see? Don't you see my pain? Being in a relationship is not only about happy and romantic moments, it's also about talking, fixing mistakes together, understanding each other and most importantly, going through everything together, isn't it?” — He thought. And he said.

“I care because you're my boyfriend, because...”

The words were on the tip of his tongue.  He wanted to say, "Because I love you," but the lie couldn't get past him. They both knew why.

“Save it,” Dunk growled and walked over to their shared closet, where their clothes were.  He began violently taking out Archen's ones and tossing them in disarray on the floor between the wardrobe and the large, comfortable bed covered with cream-colored sheets with embossed floral patterns.  Many of the clothes came from expensive collections and Joong tried to stop Dunk by grabbing his hand.

“Dunk…” he started and stopped.  What was he supposed to say to him?

“Move out.  Get your stuff and get out of my sight.”

“We'll see each other anyway. We still have to work together, remember? Why are you running away from me?”

“I don't care.  Just get out of my life.”

“You want that?  Is this really what you want?”  Joong, although he hasn't felt the same as at the beginning for a long time, felt hurt.  A heavy stone appeared near his heart, dragging him down with it.  He never imagined that the day would come, that they would part.  They had so many plans together!  They haven't even visited Paris together yet!  They weren't at the Formula 1 race that Khaotung was going to get tickets for.  Joong couldn't believe that just two months earlier they had planned a small, intimate wedding ceremony in a cute, small hotel with only the closest family and friends, and now they couldn't even look at each other.

“Dunk, please don't chase me away.  You can sleep with as many people as you want, but please don't throw me out of your life.” Joong snuggled against Dunk's back.

Dunk stiffened.  Joong's touch, which once gave him so much pleasure, now only caused pain.  He didn't love him.  And he didn't want to take it any longer.

“Leave me.” He broke free from Archen's embrace.

“Why?  Why are you doing this?”  he asked with tears in his eyes.  That hurts.  It hurt so damn much!

Joong realized that for the past week he had only been trying to convince himself that he didn't love Dunk.  The truth was completely different.  He loved him.  He loved him so much that he closed his eyes to what he saw.  He loved him so much he let Dunk hurt him.  Joong was like a drug addict who always came back for more even though he knew it was bad for him.

“You know why.  You know the answer, Aydin.”

That icy tone.  And that look of contempt.

Nothing could hurt more than the realization that what they had had fallen apart, their shared world of plans and dreams had ceased to exist, their dream home they had talked about so many times had been demolished, and the wedding rings they had  choose next week, they will find new owners.

Joong fell to his knees, unable to bear the pain that was tormenting his heart.  They were wild, sharp claws tearing him apart piece by piece.  Behind the wall they heard sounds that only reminded them even more of how far apart they were.  As their world fell apart, someone else was just beginning to build their own happiness.  Dunk couldn't blame his youngest brother for that, but when those particular sounds were replaced by loud music, he felt a pang of regret.  He wondered if Gem would have doubts one day too?  Or will it never happen?  Maybe what Fourth and G had been through together only strengthened their bond and nothing could separate them now?  Dunk wasn't at all sure he was enjoying it.

Dunk couldn't calmly look at Archen kneeling on the floor next to the bed, tears flowing silently down his cheeks.  Joong didn't say anything else, just looked at him with eyes full of silent suffering, in which lurked a begging, this desperate request for Dunk to give them one more chance.  And Natachai knew that if he looked at him even a moment longer, he would give up and let him do anything.  And he couldn't do that to himself or to Joong.  He didn't want to hurt him even more.  He turned around, took Joong's suitcase out of the closet, and said in a dry, flat voice.

“Pack yourself.  I'll be back tomorrow, staying with Phuwin tonight.  Take all your things.  And believe me, it's for the best.”

“Best?  Best for whom?!”  Joong screamed, jumping up from the floor.

“For both of us.  Not all relationships have a future.  You have to accept that there's nothing between us anymore.  I'm sure you'll find someone who truly loves you, I can't.  I can't pretend anymore.  I'm suffocating.”

Every word Natachai uttered was like a cut with a sharp, hot knife.  The way he looked at him was like acid poured over a wound.  Joong didn't have the strength to fight it anymore.  He gave up.  He let Dunk go.  He stared for a long time at the door through which his ex-boyfriend had disappeared.

“But I still love you...” He whispered into the void.

Night was coming.  The music was still playing from the room next door, but this time much softer.  Joong leaned his back against the side of the bed and started tugging at his own hair in despair.  He couldn't come to terms with it.  He couldn't understand what had happened.  He pondered all their moments together, looked for his own mistakes, wondered what he could have done differently, better?

Joong has led a pretty happy life until now.  You could call him a wonder kid, a child prodigy.  He didn't have to study much to know everything, he never had problems remembering anything, learning rules by heart, or solving even the most difficult math problems.  He wasn't the typical nerd type.  He didn't wear glasses, he had many friends, he liked good parties, even those well-drinked with alcohol, and wherever he went, he always caused a sensation, looking hot and handsome.  He paid no attention to it.  Only Dunk mattered to him.

Only now, when he lost him, did he understand how big a mistake it was to try to build his own future around one person and tie all his plans and dreams to only this one and unique boy.

Joong looked up and noticed on the shelf in front of him a whole collection of pictures framed in beautiful, decorative frames of their joint photos.  He got up, took a swing, and with a single movement of his hand knocked all the photographs to the floor with a loud clatter of breaking glass.

“AAAAAGHHHH!”  He screamed, venting his despair and frustration.  “BUT I STILL FUCKING LOVE YOU!”

And then he started crying like never before.

It was only the second time in his entire life that he allowed himself to cry.  He thought he shouldn't cry, that he had to be strong, that it wasn't a man's thing.  And he very much wanted to be considered a man.  He wanted people to see him as someone brave and brave and heroic, someone who could protect them.

Meanwhile, he himself couldn't protect himself and his own heart.

He screamed, cried, slapped his hands on the floor, feeling the pieces of glass hurt his hands.  His loud behavior caused panic in Phuwin, who, disturbed by strange noises, looked into his room.  Seeing Joong in such a desperate and vengeful state, Phuwin froze for a moment.  He didn't know what to do.  He wasn't good at comforting people, much less when he didn't know what had happened.  Joong apparently didn't notice his presence because he continued to pound his hands on the floor.

Phu quickly sobered up.

Phu approached Joong, crouched next to him and extended his right hand in front of him, setting it between the slightly bloody and shards of glass on the floor and Archen's hand.

“Stop it,” he pleaded softly.

“W-what?” Joong asked quietly and uncertainly.  He looked at his unexpected savior blankly.

“Whatever you're doing now, stop,” Phu repeated.  Joong's hand was now resting on his open palm, so he lifted it up to get a better look at it.  She was covered with small cuts and bleeding.

“Phu?  What are you doing here?”

“Uhm, it's me.  I heard screams, I had to check what was going on.”

“Thanks, but I'm fine.” Joong stood up abruptly and looked around the room.  Only then did he notice the disturbing chaos and mess that reigned there.  Broken picture frames lay on the light blue floor and on his clothes Dunk had thrown out of the closet some time ago.  The bedside lamp on the bedside table was knocked over, though Archen couldn't remember knocking it off.

“I see.”  Phu replied mockingly.  He went to one of the cupboards and took out a well-stocked first aid kit, which he took with him.  He grabbed Joong's less injured hand and led him to the bathroom, where, without any protest from the boy, he put their hands under the faucet, turned on the cool water and began to gently wash the wounds.  Joong didn't take his eyes off him for a moment.  One strange, crazy thought popped into his head.

“Actually, Phu is very nice.  And caring.  And handsome.  Why should only Pond be the lucky one who owns Phu?  I want him too."

And thinking little more, he unexpectedly brought his face close to Phuwin's face to kiss him.  No sooner had he done that than he felt remorse tug at his insides.  He immediately pulled away, wishing he hadn't, but the damage had already been done.  Looking to the side, he saw a speechless Pond in the doorway, dropping bags filled with food from his hands.

“You son of a bitch!”  Pond recovered quickly.  A wave of anger washed over him.  He couldn't take it anymore and punched Joong in the face, who cried out in pain.  “And you wonder why Dunk doesn't want you? And did you think why?  You fucking moron!  You don't deserve him, do you understand?!”

Phu had to pull away Pond, seething with anger, who was on the verge of killing someone he had until recently considered his friend.

“Leave him!”  Phuwin yelled at his boyfriend.

“I can't!  He kissed you.  He did it without your permission and in front of me, and he has to pay for it.”

“Calm down!  Serious people do not solve their problems and conflicts with violence!”

Phuwin used all the strength and energy available to him to lead the struggling and much larger Pond out.  He realized that a long, sleepless night awaited him.

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You did NOT expected that, did you?!?!

I'm sorry!

I love JoongDunk! I... I just needed some couple that will show the best that sometimes love ends, that not everyone can get their happy-ending... Also o thought I'd love to see them all acting to this scene, so... ❤️ I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry!

~Annie