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The clock hits 12, midnight—officially Dylan’s birthday. Dylan has been waiting for this day for months, normal for a guy who was born on the 10th month of the year.
He has been very nonchalant about this. Whenever someone talked about his birthday—he’d act like it didn’t matter, he didn’t care about his birthday. But inside, he had been dying for this day. He wasn’t that nonchalant after all.
Dylan’s phone lit up with notifications, a lot more than usual. Obviously, it’s his birthday. He opened X and scrolled through wishes after wishes. Everyone saying hbd to him, telling him they loved him along with a lot of words.
He took his time—read all the comments and tweets. He even liked those which was quite usual of him. His eyes filled with tears of joy, he was loved—everyone loved him.
While scrolling through the posts, he came across a post which he thought was for his birthday but apparently, it was not.
The post was an au which is known as alternative universe, we can also call it a fiction. It was a fiction about him—and Jun. The content was not something he expected at all. It was explicit.
Dylan’s heart jumped when he saw that he liked that post, he liked a smut of them. He unliked it fast, at least he thought so. He got up from his bed and paced around his room frantically.
“Shit!” Dylan cursed out loud. He just made the mistake of the century. He couldn’t like this kind of post. What if the admin saw it? What if they expose him? It was so embarrassing.
“Dyl? you okay there?” Dylan heard Jun yelling from the living room—probably heard Dylan crashing out. Jun’s voice was the last thing he wanted to hear at that moment.
“Yeah, I’m…fine.” Dylan shouted back, expecting Jun to buy it. To his luck, Jun didn’t say anything. Well, not that lucky cause he heard a knock on the door.
“Hey birthday boy! Can I come in?” Jun’s voice was heard, Dylan groaned.
Dylan opened his door a little, enough to see Jun’s face. “I’m about to sleep, let’s talk later okay?” He hurriedly shut down the door, not letting Jun talk.
“Okay?” Dylan heard jun say, then his footsteps fading. He sighed in relief.
Dylan climbed onto his bed, opening his phone again. That post was still there, it looked like it was mocking him. It showed a link, wattpad link. Without a second thought, he opened it.
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Dylan woke up feeling a little weird. Probably because he showed last night with cold water. He wasn’t supposed to shower that time let alone use cold water.
His mind still replayed last night, the scenes he read. The handcuffs, the words, the sensations.
No—it didn’t happen to him in real life, but it did happen to that fictional Dylan. Dylan could feel everything that the admin wrote. It felt like he experienced it himself—he was there.
Dylan hated the fact that reading that made him turn on—it made him think about Jun—it made him think about how he’ll feel if it happened to him.
No! He wasn’t supposed to think about Jun like that. But oh my—it’s Jun.
Dylan avoided Jun the rest of the day. Jun tried to talk to him tried to wish him cause why not? It was his birthday. But Dylan’s mind was filled with something else.
What if Jun saw the post? What if he saw that he liked and unliked it? No, maybe the admin didn’t see him like it, did they? No guarantee—that’s the scary part.
If jun saw that Dylan liked it—what would he think? Would he think Dylan is a freak for reading these stuffs? Or would he distance himself cause he’d feel uncomfortable? It’s literally a fiction of them.
“Don’t you think Dylan is acting weird all day?” Pepper said to Thame.
“I mean yeah he was also weird during the interview.” Thame replied, looking at Dylan who was zoning out in the kitchen.
“Do you think they fought?” Nano jumped into the conversation.
“Who?”
“Jun and Dylan.”
“No probably—cause they were fine the other day. If they fought we would’ve known because they’re so loud.” As soon as Per finished his sentence, Jun walked in holding a packet.
Jun tried to walk to Dylan when he suddenly got up and excused himself.
“What..?” Jun was pissed now. He didn’t like it when Dylan avoided him. He’d rather have a fight with Dylan than being ignored by him.
“Calm down phi.” Nano tried to calm him down but Jun got more pissed. He stormed off to his room, holding the packet he brought—for Dylan.
Jun sat on his bed, thinking what did he do wrong that Dylan was being like this. He wanted dylan’s attention, he hated this fact. He hated the fact that he liked Dylan too much that it physically and emotionally hurt when he ignored him.
Jun scrolled through his phone in frustration. On X, he came across a post that was about to change everything. He saw a fan posting that Dylan liked a fiction of them then unliked—a bdsm au.
That explains, a lot. Dylan has probably read that and avoided Jun. But he didn’t know—that Jun already saw the post before him. Dylan was probably overthinking what would Jun would think—in reality Jun was thinking about recreating it. Maybe when he would finally confess.
Seeing Dylan like this, it confirms one thing. Dylan has feelings for him, less or more—he has, and that’s the main concern.
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Dylan heard a knock on his door. He assume it was maybe Nano and went to open the door. His soul left his body when he saw Jun standing there. Right when he was about to shut the door and make an excuse—Jun slid his leg to block the door from closing.
“Not today, Dyl.” Jun pushed the door opened and let himself in.
“So, can I know the reason of your ignorance? I didn’t do anything if I remember correctly.” Jun sat on Dylan’s bed, looking directly at Dylan’s eyes. He placed the packet he brought earlier on the cupboard.
“Uh, it’s not you. I mean—it’s not what it looks like.”
“Then explain what it looks like.” Jun demanded, voice deeper than ever. The environment of the room suddenly seemed to have shifted into something. A cold feeling ran down Dylan’s spine hearing Jun.
“Ithinkiminlovewithyouandithinkineedyoubadlybutimafraidyoullhateme.” Dylan blurted it out too quickly—Jun almost didn’t catch it.
“Hmm, so the criminal wants this deputy commissioner?” Dylan’s eyes widened hearing Jun. He read that fiction, he knew Dylan saw that.
“Uh, huh? What? I—“ Jun didn’t let Dylan finish. He got up and marched toward Dylan, placing his lips onto his—kissing him.
Dylan’s eyes were about to pop out when he felt Jun’s lips move. But soon enough, he kissed him back.
The kiss started slow, like they were memorising the feelings, they were devouring each other. Within a few seconds, it turned passionate and intense. Jun’s hand slid into Dylan’s loose shirt—his cold hand on Dylan’s bare warm back.
Dylan’s hand found its place on Jun’s neck, pulling him closer each second. Dylan gasped when Jun entered his tongue into his mouth, tasting every inch of it.
Dylan was enjoying it, more than he should have.
Jun pulled out and looked at Dylan. “If you think I’ll hate you—then I’ll hate you enough to recreate those scenes the fan wrote and made you not able to walk tomorrow.”
Dylan whispered, “is it a birthday sex?”
“If you want it to be.” Jun picked Dylan up and threw him on the bed—with him on the top.
Their lips found each other again, not wanting to separate. Jun took off Dylan’s shirt in the mean time, along with his own. Jun brought out something from his pocket, a silver thing that made Dylan wanna disappear.
A handcuff. Dylan was screwed, he knew that. Jun was about to imitate every action he could.
“Scared?” Jun asked.
“No, but I think I’ll enjoy that.”
Jun smirked and put the handcuffs on Dylan’s hand, locking it. Jun kissed Dylan’s neck, his lips roamed around his whole body. With every bite Jun gave, Dylan moaned loudly—didn’t even care if any of the members heard that. Jun’s lips reached Dylan’s stomach—he looked at Dylan, eyes full of lust and desire with a hint of worship. He unhooked the button of Dylan’s pants, sliding it down completely—leaving him only in boxers.
“You’re already wet for me, love.” Oh gosh, the nickname.
Jun caressed over his boxers which made him more wet.
“Jun, I want you.” Dylan moaned, not being able to take the sensation anymore. I needed Jun.
“What? I didn’t hear it, love.” Jun smirked and continued doing his thing.
“I said I want you, I need you Jun—oh my gosh.” Dylan gasped when Jun slid his hands into his boxers. Jun slowly unbelted his pants and pulled it off, along with the boxers.
Dylan wanted to cry seeing Jun, he was huge—but also he needed to take that, and he knew he could.
Jun slowly slid Dylan’s boxers down. “You sure you can take it?”
“I’m sure, if it’s you.”
Jun placed a soft kiss on Dylan’s forehead. “Turn around.”
Dylan did what Jun asked for. Jun ripped up a condom packet and slid it around his. Dylan felt Jun sliding himself in him—Dylan screamed as Jun entered. It was huge for him.
“You’re so tight Dyl.” Jun groaned. However, Dylan did take him. Jun started thrusting, slower.
“Fast.” Dylan managed to say. Jun waited for no more words—he increased the speed. Dylan let out a loud sound after every thrust. He was liking it, too much.
“Scream my name, princess. Let me hear you.” Jun whispered against his ear, not stopping for a bit.
“Jun.” Dylan cried out.
“Say whom do you belong to?”
“You.”
Dylan clinched his bed sheet tightly as Jun finally came.
“Oh my gosh.” Dylan let out the breath he was holding. Jun kissed his nape and removed the handcuff. Jun got up and cleaned themselves up.
Dylan stayed in bed. His lower part was sore but it was worth every second.
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“Okay birthday boy, get up for a second.” Jun said to Dylan who was still in bed. Jun was already in his boxer, he made Dylan wear his too. Who knows if they stayed naked completely maybe they’d go for another round.
Dylan groaned but obeyed Jun anyways. Jun opened the packet he had been carrying. It revealed a cake, a small one.
Jun took the cake out and placed a candle on top of it. He lit up the candle, holding the cake in front of Dylan.
“Make a wish!” Jun said, smiling softly at Dylan. Dylan couldn’t believe it was the same man who just wrecked him.
Dylan closed his eyes and made his wish—blew out the candle right after.
“So, what did you wish for?” Jun asked excitedly.
“I won’t tell you. If I do, it won’t come true.” Dylan smiled mischievously.
“If you don’t, how can I make it come true for you?” Dylan’s face turned red. He took a little frosting from the cake and put it on jun’s lips.
“You wanna play like this? Sure.” Jun placed the cake on the cupboard—as he licked the cream off his lips—and took some frosting with his finger. He chased Dylan as he ran off. Jun caught him from behind, laughter filling up the room.
Jun turned him around and wiped the frosting on Dylan’s lips. Before Dylan could do anything Jun kissed him, licking off the cream.
“You pervert.” Dylan slapped his chest.
“Yours.”
Dylan smiled and placed his hands on Jun’s shoulder. “I wished for us to stay together like this, till our last breath.” Dylan hugged Jun and whispered against his chest.
“Your wish is granted, my love.” Jun hugged Dylan back. After years of yearning—Dylan was finally his. He wasn’t gonna let him go—not in this life—not ever.
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“50 bucks says they fucked.” Thame told Pepper. He scoffed.
“Why would you make a stupid bet? Isn’t it obvious? You heard the moans idiot.” Pepper smacked Thame’s head.
“Hey why would you hit me?” Thame was about to jump over Pepper but Nano stopped him.
“They fucked, they confessed, end of discussion.” Nano pulled Thame from hitting Pepper.
“You’re a kid, you have no right to say these.”
“I’m nineteen.”
“And I’m your phi. Go to sleep.”
“Shut up!” Per shouted. The chaos continued while JunDylan slept in each other’s arms.
Best birthday Dylan could ever ask for.