Fadel arrives to kill a man, and leaves with the man's grandson, a bag of stolen jewels, and absolutely no explanation for how any of this happened. The grandson, Style, has already planned their getaway, picked out their future home, and informed Fadel's brother that he'll be husband number two but the favorite. Fadel has not been consulted. Fadel is not sure he minds.

Style crashes a wedding, steals some cake, steals the bouquet for good measure, and announces to Fadel that he's secured marriage. Fadel just wants to know how he got in.

Style wants a pet. Fadel says no. Style gets a duck anyway. Chaos ensues.

Fadel doubts Style can pull off the Juno Pose. Style takes that personally and plans to make him regret it with a demonstration Fadel won't forget

When Fadel finds himself tied to a chair in his boyfriend's bedroom after a petty fight, he's torn between outrage and reluctant admiration for Style's unhinged solution to their breakup. After all, only Style would kidnap him just to force a conversation

A silly scenario where Style asks Fadel to do the Baby Tee Trend for him

JoongDunk AU | secret love, tension, Rome They said it was just a trip. Just work. But Rome makes it harder to lie. Soft glances blur into touches. Teasing turns to tension. And one hotel bed becomes the place where everything changes. Book Cover by: lochi ✨

After GMMTV StarOlympics 2025, Joong and Dunk finally make it back home-away from the cameras, the noise, and the "just coworkers" act. But the adrenaline doesn't fade so easily, especially when Joong can't stop thinking about how many eyes were on Dunk. In the privacy of their apartment, jealousy turns into tension, tension turns into closeness, and the night becomes a reminder of what they keep hidden: not their love-just how deep it runs.

Ex-hitman Fadel just wants to flip burgers in peace. Style, his chaotic, crop-top-wearing mechanic boyfriend, has other plans like making a little human that will avenge them, building a family, one loud, loving, and beautifully stubborn decision at a time.

"You were a job," Fadel mutters, knife pressed to Style's throat, but the tremble in his hand betrays him. Style just grins, breath hot against his lips: "We both know you're lying."