JOONGDUNK AU Joong is a man who has it all - money, power, and status. But when a roadside accident leads to a fiery encounter with Dunk, a sharp-tongued, poor boy who doesn't bow down to wealth, Joong is left humiliated in public -and he doesn't take insults lightly...

🏎️ BROKEN REDLINE Everyone knows him as the undefeated king of the underground racing world. Every night, Joong Archen risks his life on illegal streets, racing at impossible speeds and stepping into brutal underground fights-not for fame, but to survive. Burdened by the debt his late mother left behind, every victory means another day without losing everything. Behind his cold eyes hides a past so cruel that he no longer believes love can exist. Trust was stolen from him the day the person he loved betrayed him, leaving scars that never truly healed. Dunk Natachai lives a double life. By day, he's an ordinary university student. By night, he's the mysterious masked racer known only as Ghost-the only person capable of defeating the legendary Joong. One race. One defeat. One obsession. Joong becomes determined to uncover the identity of the racer who finally crossed the finish line before him, never realizing that the boy sitting beside him in class is the very person he's searching for. As fate keeps pulling them together, Dunk begins to notice the truth hidden behind Joong's silence-the bruises, the sleepless nights, the empty stomach, the fear that flashes through Joong's eyes whenever someone touches him unexpectedly. The closer Dunk gets, the harder Joong pushes him away. Because Joong believes everyone he loves eventually leaves... or destroys him. But Dunk refuses to walk away. He doesn't want to save Joong. He simply wants to stay. In a world ruled by speed, betrayal, and dangerous secrets, two broken hearts will discover that the hardest race isn't crossing the finish line... It's learning to trust again. Some hearts don't need another race. They just need someone willing to stay until the engine finally learns to rest.

"Fucking... asshole..." Dunk cursed under his breath, his body trembling from the overwhelming sensations. Joong leaned in, voice low and vicious against his ear. "That's right," Joong growled, his hips snapping forward, thrusting into Dunk with increasing force. "I am fucking an asshole." For generations, the Boonpraserts and Aydins have stood side by side-two of Thailand's most powerful dynasties, bound by legacy, empire, and an unspoken promise to protect each other's interests. Now, that promise is becoming permanent through the upcoming marriage between the Aydin heir and the Boonpraserts' only daughter. Joong Archen Aydin is everything an heir should be: elegant, obedient, and impossibly perfect-the golden son shaped by legacy and expectation. Dunk Boonprasert, on the other hand, is chaos incarnate. Reckless. Sharp-tongued. The black sheep his family tries to hide behind polished smiles and public image. The two have been enemies since childhood-locked in a lifelong war of petty sabotage, brutal words, and fights that always turned ugly. But everything changes the night Dunk decides to give in to a moment's vulnerability and sleeps with Joong. His sister's fiancé. His lifelong nemesis. The one person he should have never touched.

In the country's most violent prison, nothing survives untouched. Not the guards. Not the rules. Not the doctor who was never supposed to be there. Dr. Dunk Natachai walks into Ratchanarok believing he's there to fix broken minds. He doesn't realize he's just stepped into the hands of the man who breaks them. Joong Archen - inmate 09, murderer, king of the underworld behind bars - runs the prison like a kingdom built from blood and silence. Every deal, every body, every scream in the dark belongs to him. And now, so does Dunk's attention. Between the sound of knives scraping metal and whispered confessions in the therapy room, something starts to twist - hunger, fear, desire. He's the doctor. Joong is the danger. But inside Ratchanarok, it's hard to tell which one's truly locked up.

"When the fourteenth bell tolls, don't look back"

Joong Archen is Asia's most adored pop idol - golden boy on stage, but behind the glittering spotlight lurks a man consumed by obsession. For months, he's stalked the country's rising supermodel, Dunk, collecting fragments of his life like treasures. His obsession isn't just a secret-it's the only thing keeping him alive. But Joong isn't the only one watching. Dunk has secrets of his own: while cameras worship him, he's been quietly, silently, just as fixated on Joong. Every move, every glance, every breath, Dunk craves it. Their obsession is mutual-though neither knows the full extent of the other's darkness. Everything shatters the night Joong catches another shadow following Dunk-Mirabell, a dangerously unhinged fan who will do anything to possess him. To save Dunk (and to keep him for himself), Joong makes a choice: kidnapping. Only, to his surprise, Dunk doesn't resist. He wants it. He's been waiting for it. As the walls close in, Joong and Dunk spiral into a twisted, erotic dance of obsession, violence, and desire-two stalkers bound together by love that is anything but pure. Their romance deepens in captivity, their hunger for each other consuming, unhinged, and impossible to control. But Mirabell won't stop until Dunk is hers, even if it means blood on her hands. And in the shadows of fame and insanity, Joong and Dunk discover something terrifyingly beautiful: they're each other's perfect monster. A GHOSTSHIP BUILT ON OBSESSION. A RHYMING FATE: JOONG AND DUNK. A LOVE STORY SHARP AS GLASS AND HOT AS FIRE.

When Dunk Natachai steps into the GMMTV building for the first time, he never expects his life to change so quickly. Born into one of Thailand's most powerful families, he already knows fame... but not the chaotic world of BL dramas, obsessive fans, and fictional pairings everyone falls in love with. Thankfully, Joong Archen - member of the famous boy group Jasper, popular actor, and human ball of energy - immediately takes him under his wing. Between filming, concerts, chaotic livestreams, and feelings becoming harder to ignore, their chemistry quickly drives fans crazy. But in an industry where everything can turn into fanservice, Joong and Dunk will have to figure out if what they feel is just an act... or something far more real. A Joongdunk/Dunkjoong fanfic with jasper and their partners.

Synopsis: Blood Moon's Fate For centuries, werewolves and vampires have been sworn enemies, but the return of The Dread King, a vengeful god, threatens them both. His power lies in the blood of two souls - the reincarnations of the Twin Deities. Pond Naravit, heir to his pack's leadership, is fated to rule beside Dunk Natachai, his loyal friend. But destiny changes when Pond meets Phuwin Tangsakyuen, a gentle vampire marked as his true mate. Their bond sparks war, forcing Pond into a mating ritual with Dunk to secure a powerful heir. Heartbroken but dutiful, Dunk accepts his fate - yet his heart quietly longs for Joong Archen, Phuwin's powerful brother. Drawn to Dunk's warmth, Joong becomes his silent protector, offering comfort without asking for love in return. As The Dread King's forces rise, Pond must protect Phuwin while ensuring Dunk and his unborn child survive. Meanwhile, Joong's quiet devotion may be the key to saving Dunk - and their world - from the darkness ahead.

Dunk loved Joong with all his heart-silently, endlessly, perfectly. He gave everything a husband could-care, attention, devotion-without ever asking for love in return. Everything seemed perfect... but Joong never noticed. Seeing Dunk's unwavering love only made him feel trapped in a marriage he never wanted. Dunk loved him anyway, until the day he let go, stepping back to free Joong, even if it broke him completely. And then one day, Joong saw Dunk smiling, laughing, holding a toddler in his arms-and suddenly realized what he had lost. Could Dunk truly have moved on?

He was there. I could feel him, even though I couldn't see him. I could smell his cologne, I could hear his loud breathing. I could feel his gaze on me, burning on my skin, my body, my soul. It was like a torture. A blissful torture.