Dunk had always believed he'd been betrayed by the only love of his life, Joong. Now, established as a renowned chef, he lives through his recipes, trying to smother the memories with the heat of the stove and the spices that fill his routine. But fate has a bittersweet flavor. Amid pots, aromas, and memories, secrets will come to light, and the past will burn like fire in hot oil. Now, they must decide: let love rot away, or risk seasoning it again-even if it means tasting, together, the flavor of pain and redemption.

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Dunk believed mates were meant to protect each other. Until the day his destined alpha rejected him in front of everyone. Heartbroken and humiliated, Dunk decides to live without love. But the moment Dunk starts healing, the alpha returns-jealous, desperate, and ready to claim what he threw away.

Love isn't always simple. Sometimes, it arrives when you least expect it-hidden beneath friendship, tangled in laughter, and disguised as rivalry. And sometimes... love crashes into your life with a dhol, a wedding invitation, and way too many nosy relatives. This is the story of **Joong** and **Dunk**-two souls who never planned to fall in love. When Joong's older brother, **Pond**, is set to marry **Phuwin**, the entire family gathers for the wedding of the year. The house is filled with music, mischief, and endless teasing as traditions unfold. And in the middle of all this chaos, Joong finds himself drawn-**annoyingly, irresistibly, and completely unwillingly**-toward Dunk, Phuwin's younger brother. At first, it's **harmless banter.** Then it's **accidental touches.** Then it's **longing glances across the dance floor.** And before either of them can stop it... it's something more. But love isn't always easy-especially when family duty, sacrifice, and heartbreak stand in the way. When tragedy strikes,Dunk is asked to step into Phuwin's place, giving up his love for the sake of his nephew. And Joong? He is left with a choice-**let go, or fight for the love he never thought he'd find.** What follows is a rollercoaster of emotions, weddings, misunderstandings, dramatic love confessions, and a romance that will make you laugh, cry, and believe in fate. Because some love stories aren't just written in the stars- They are **written in tradition, in family, and in the moments we never see coming.** 💖 **Get ready for a grand, emotional, and laugh-out-loud journey of love, family, and second chances.** 💖

The streets were loud. Always loud. Always hungry. Dunk's body ached. His stomach had stopped growling days ago - as if even it had given up. The city didn't care who fell on its concrete. Not when there were parties to attend and purses to clutch. He sat curled against a rusted lamppost, wrapped in a rag that used to be a shirt, eyes barely open, mind long past caring. The world had turned grayscale. Then it happened. A voice-young, sharp, bubbling with laughter-floated from across the sidewalk. Talk of brands and boutiques, a string of designer names like spells: "Prada, Gucci, Balenciaga-no, not that again, please-" and then... footsteps slowed. A boy, maybe 14, with warm skin and a smile too bright for this city, stepped forward. He wasn't dressed in gold, but his confidence shimmered. His eyes flickered to Dunk, just for a second. He didn't say a word. He just walked up, pulled out a packet of food from his glittery tote bag, and placed it beside Dunk. Then a folded bill-crisp, blue, too generous. He turned, already laughing again with his friends as they walked away. He never looked back. But Dunk... Dunk never stopped looking. ⸻ Thirteen years later. The party pulsed like a vein, neon and expensive. Chandeliers trembled with bass. Flutes of champagne floated past on silver trays. Everyone glittered, but no one glowed. Dunk stood by the entrance in a tailored black-on-black ensemble that screamed "touch me and die, but take a photo first." A soft silk scarf looped around his neck like smoke. Rings on every finger. The room shrank when he walked in. "Who invited the bodyguard in Chanel?" a voice snapped across the room. Dunk's eyes turned, slow and hungry. There he was. Joong. Older. Wilder. Dressed like sin on sale. Lips curled in mischief, eyes narrowed like he already knew he'd be the problem tonight. Dunk's breath didn't hitch. He didn't melt. He smiled.

- Mine by Force. - Delusion? No, It's Manifestation. ------------- 🌼 He's untouchable. A mafia king with blood on his hands and calm in his voice. No one knows where he lives. No one knows where he goes. But I do. Because I'm Joong-22, dangerously in love, and just a little too good at internet stalking. I found him through a number plate. Tracked him down through Google Street View. Showed up at secret parties, shady warehouses, and mafia dens... with coffee and a smile. Everyone says he's the monster in the dark. But I think he just needs a hug. Or maybe a kiss. Or maybe to be mine. Too bad he thinks I'm an idiot. Worse-he might be right. But even a mafia lord can't hide from a boy with Wi-Fi, romantic delusions, and zero sense of fear. 

Dunk is the definition of gentle - soft-spoken, polite, hardworking, and painfully innocent. A scholarship med student juggling two jobs, he still brings soup to his mum after every shift. She's all he has. His whole world. When she suddenly collapses and needs emergency surgery, Dunk's life shatters. The cost is impossible. The hospital refuses to move without payment. No savings. No family. No time. And that's when Joong walks in. Joong - the city's most feared mafia heir. Cold. Ruthless. Emotionless. Except the moment he sees Dunk... something snaps. An obsession. Fierce. Immediate. Consuming. Dunk knows none of this. He only hears Joong's offer: "I'll pay everything - the surgery, treatment, private hospital. No limits. No debt. In return... you belong to me." Joong doesn't want money, favors, or work. He wants Dunk - the sweet, innocent boy who has no idea how dangerous he is. Dunk is terrified. But he's also a son watching his mother slip away. He signs. And Joong's obsession begins. • Moves Dunk into his penthouse • Controls where he goes, who he talks to, how late he's out • Drives him to university every morning • Assigns a "driver" who is actually a bodyguard • Threatens anyone who raises their voice at Dunk • Attends every hospital appointment • Watches him study like prayer Dunk is too soft, too pure, too good for Joong's world - and that only makes Joong more possessive. Anyone who looks too long disappears. Anyone who flirts regrets it. Anyone who challenges Joong's claim pays for it. Dunk was supposed to hate him. But Joong is gentle with him in ways no one expects - quiet, protective, almost fragile when Dunk is near. Because Dunk isn't just Joong's obsession. He's the last piece of innocence Joong has left. And Joong will burn the entire city before he lets him go. This isn't a love story. It's the story of a sweet boy who needed help... and the mafia man who chose to own him, protect him, and love him - to the edge of

A detailed, realistic story following BL actors Joong and Dunk as they navigate the dynamic and passionate shift from friendship to love. Set in May/June 2023 during the filming of their third series, Hidden Agenda, the narrative captures their journey as they open up to each other, revealing emotions they've kept hidden. The story delves into the emotional vulnerability and physical intimacy that redefine their bond behind the camera.

Joong has two problems. One: His ex-boyfriend is marrying his cousin. Two: His grandma will hand the family empire to said cousin unless Joong proves he's in a serious relationship. Naturally, the solution is to hire a fake boyfriend. Enter Dunk: barista, blunt-tongued, gorgeous, and alarmingly good at kissing like he means it. Joong expected this to be business-only. A few hand-holds, some couple selfies, pretend-giggling. No feelings. No... moaning in expensive bathrooms. But Dunk is too calm, too honest, too firm with those hands and that voice. And Joong? Joong's forgetting this is fake. Especially when Dunk says things like: "If we're going to sell it, we better kiss again. Practice, right?" A fake relationship. A nosy family. One wedding, endless sexual tension, and a hundred chances to fall stupidly in love. Warning: May contain intense hand-holding, emotionally blunt tops, closet makeouts, surprise orgasms, and one (1) very betrayed cat.

Joong never believed in love. Not until his sister's brother-in-law walked into his mansion. Tall, gentle, beautiful - Dunk was everything Joong never knew he could want. And once Joong wanted something... He always found a way to have it. Even if he had to lie, smile, and bleed for it. In a world where innocence is a weapon and obsession wears a soft face, how far would you go to make the one you love yours? Even if they never chose you.