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Jun stood at the window of his hotel room, staring at the sprawling city of Los Angeles below. The lights flickered like stars in the distance, but all he could feel was the emptiness gnawing at him. It had been weeks since he left Thailand to film his first big Hollywood movie, and each day felt like it stretched on forever without Dylan by his side. Dylan, his boyfriend, his bandmate in Mars—Jun missed him more than he cared to admit.
The movie had been everything he'd dreamed of. The role was a huge opportunity, but the long hours, the endless takes, and the isolation from his band and personal life were starting to take a toll. Filming took up so much of his time that there was no room left for anything else. But there was one thing he couldn't get out of his head: Dylan.
Every free moment, Jun's thoughts returned to his boyfriend. He missed the small things—the way Dylan laughed, the way his hand always seemed to find Jun's whenever they were together. And now, he was stuck in a foreign country, filming in the glare of the spotlight while the man he loved was thousands of miles away.
Jun sighed and picked up his phone, scrolling through his messages. Another text from the band, more logistics about the next tour stop. He knew the guys were all busy, but he felt a pang of jealousy. They were all together, in Thailand, while he was alone. Dylan was with them. And yet... he was alone.
There was a knock at the door. Jun stood up, startled. It was late, and he wasn't expecting anyone. He approached the door cautiously, heart racing slightly as he wondered if maybe it was someone from the crew.
When he opened it, there was no one there.
He frowned, his pulse still quick. Maybe it was just the hotel staff. He stepped back into the room, but as soon as the door closed, he heard something strange. The faintest sound of laughter—soft and familiar. It sounded almost like... Dylan?
Jun's breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he froze. The sound of laughter faded away as quickly as it came, leaving him standing there, staring at the empty hotel hallway. His mind was playing tricks on him. It had to be.
He walked away from the door, trying to shake off the eerie feeling. I need to sleep , he thought, I'm just overtired.
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The next day, after a grueling shoot, Jun found himself wandering the hotel's lobby. The set had kept him on edge, and he needed a moment to breathe. He stood by the hotel bar, looking out the large windows, watching the cars race by below. His phone buzzed, and he checked it—another update from the band. A picture of them at a cafe in Thailand, all laughing and having fun.
Jun couldn't help but feel left out. He missed them. He missed Dylan.
The sound of a familiar laugh—so soft, so real—caught him off guard. Jun's heart skipped as he looked toward the source. He could have sworn he saw Dylan sitting at a corner table, just out of his view. He was laughing, his head thrown back, his eyes crinkling in that way Jun adored.
Dylan?
Jun blinked and then turned toward the table, only to find it empty. His chest tightened. He could have sworn he had just heard him—he had heard him. But there was no one there, only a couple of hotel guests talking quietly in the corner.
It must have been his imagination. He had been working nonstop, after all.
Trying to push the strange sensation down, he turned back to the bar, focusing on the drink in front of him. But then, a figure moved across the hotel lobby, just at the edge of his vision.
He looked up sharply, his pulse quickening. It was Dylan again. But this time, the man was walking down the hall, his back to Jun. Jun stared after him, desperately hoping that when the man turned around, it would be Dylan.
But the man disappeared into one of the hotel rooms, and when Jun tried to follow, the hallway was empty.
He stood there for a moment, his chest tight with confusion. This was ridiculous. Dylan wasn't here. He couldn't be. He was still in Thailand. Jun's exhaustion was playing tricks on him, that was all.
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during a break in filming, Jun decided to take a walk around the hotel. The weather in Los Angeles was warm, the sun casting a golden glow over everything. He wandered through the hotel's garden, taking in the fresh air. The calm of the space helped ease the tension in his shoulders, and he found himself trying to forget about the strange things he'd been seeing.
But then, as he passed a small bench near the fountains, he froze. There, sitting on the bench with his back to Jun, was someone who looked unmistakably like Dylan. His hair was slightly longer than usual, and the way he was sitting—the way he leaned forward—made Jun's heart race. It had to be him. It just had to be.
Jun took a few tentative steps forward, calling out softly, "Dylan?"
The figure turned around slowly, and for a split second, Jun felt his heart leap into his throat.
But it wasn't Dylan. It was just a man, a stranger. The guy smiled politely, but the moment was over. Jun stood there for a moment, his body frozen, realizing that he'd been fooled again.
His head spun. What was happening to him? Was he really just that lonely? Was he seeing things now?
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A few days later Jun stood under the harsh lights of the movie set, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in his bones. He had been on location in Los Angeles for over a month now, filming his big-budget movie. The days were long, the shooting schedule intense, and the isolation from his band and boyfriend, Dylan, felt suffocating.
The sound of the director calling "Action!" broke his thoughts as Jun snapped back into focus. He was in the middle of a fight scene, but his mind kept drifting. His body moved on autopilot, but his heart wasn't in it. Instead, his thoughts kept returning to Dylan. He missed him more than he had anticipated. They had spent every day together before he left for filming, but now, he felt like a part of him was missing.
As the scene wrapped, Jun stepped off the set, wiping sweat from his brow. He had managed to get through it, but it had been hard to concentrate. All he wanted was to talk to Dylan, to hear his voice. But it had been days since their last conversation, and the time zone difference made it nearly impossible to coordinate.
That evening, after filming, Jun returned to his hotel room, his mind swirling with thoughts of Dylan. He dropped his bag onto the bed and collapsed beside it, letting out a long sigh. He was just about to check his phone when a soft laugh drifted in through the cracks of the hotel room door.
Jun froze. He stood still, listening. The laugh was so familiar. So unmistakably Dylan.
His heart skipped a beat. Was he imagining it again? He shook his head, trying to push the thought away. This had happened several times since he arrived—he'd thought he saw or heard Dylan in the hotel. But each time he turned around, no one was there.
He opened the door cautiously, peeking into the hallway. The corridor was empty. His chest tightened with confusion. Maybe he was just tired, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. But the thought of hearing Dylan's laugh again—the sound that always made him feel at home—had unsettled him.
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The morning after, Jun tried to shake the feeling. He had a busy day ahead with another round of filming. He pushed himself onto the set, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. He couldn't keep letting his mind wander to Dylan. They were working on a crucial scene today, and he needed to be sharp.
However, as they set up for the scene, Jun's eyes kept flicking to the corner of the set, where he could have sworn he saw someone standing there. Someone with the same hair as Dylan, the same posture, the same familiar presence.
His heart began to race. Is that really him?
Jun blinked rapidly and turned his attention back to the director. Get it together, he told himself. It was ridiculous to think that Dylan would just show up on set, unannounced, while he was in the middle of filming.
But as the scene unfolded, he couldn't help it—his gaze kept drifting to that same corner. The figure was still there, standing in the shadows, watching him.
It couldn't be. Could it?
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Later that afternoon, during a break between scenes, Jun stood near the catering area, trying to steady his nerves. He reached for a bottle of water, still feeling jittery from the confusing events of the past few days. The laugh, the figure in the corner, the nagging feeling that Dylan was somewhere close—it was all too much.
But then, as if on cue, the unmistakable sound of Dylan's voice broke through the noise of the crew. Jun's breath caught in his throat, and he whipped around, expecting to see his boyfriend standing there. Instead, he saw another member of the crew, laughing loudly, but it wasn't Dylan.
He felt silly for getting his hopes up. Stop imagining things , he scolded himself. Dylan wasn't here.
But then... just as he was about to turn back to the rest of the set, a figure appeared from behind one of the set pieces. The man was wearing a hoodie and dark sunglasses, but Jun would know him anywhere.
It was Dylan.
Jun's breath hitched as his eyes locked with Dylan's. The world seemed to stop around him. The familiar feeling in his chest surged—the joy, the relief, the excitement. Dylan was here.
Jun stood frozen, staring in disbelief as Dylan took a few steps toward him. He hadn't imagined it. Dylan had been right there the whole time—he had been watching from the shadows, just waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself.
Dylan pulled off his sunglasses and smiled softly. "Hey, junnie," he said, his voice calm and affectionate, but there was a twinkle in his eyes that made Jun's heart race.
Jun's mind was still reeling. "Dylan... you... you're really here?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
Dylan nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "I couldn't stay away any longer. I know how hard this has been for you, and I wanted to surprise you."
Jun's heart swelled in his chest. This was real. This was actually happening.
Without thinking, Jun bolted toward Dylan, his legs carrying him faster than he could process. As he reached the younger man, Dylan opened his arms wide, and without hesitation, Jun ran straight into them.
Dylan spun him around in the air, laughing softly as he did. The sensation of being in his arms—finally—was like coming home. Jun's stomach fluttered, and for a moment, everything else faded away. It was just him and Dylan, together again.
When Dylan finally set him down, Jun didn't even hesitate. He cupped Dylan's face with both hands and kissed him deeply, the relief and longing of all those weeks apart pouring into the kiss. His lips found Dylan's like they had never been apart, and for the first time in so long, Jun felt whole again.
The crew around them cheered and clapped, but Jun couldn't have cared less. All that mattered was that Dylan was here, in his arms, and everything felt right again.
Dylan pulled back slightly, his smile wide as he looked into Jun's eyes. "I missed you so much," he whispered.
Jun smiled through his tears, his heart swelling. "I missed you too," he said, his voice trembling. "I thought I was going crazy, hearing you and seeing you all over the hotel. I kept thinking it was you, but... I didn't know."
Dylan chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from Jun's face. "I was trying to figure out when to surprise you. I wanted to make it perfect, and I think this moment was worth the wait."
Jun kissed him again, this time slower, savoring the moment. "I don't care how you did it," he whispered. "All I care about is that you're here now."
The world felt right again as they stood there on set, surrounded by the crew, but all Jun could focus on was Dylan. The love of his life was here, and that was all that mattered.