Some nights exist only to be misunderstood. They wear loud music and dim lights like disguises, convincing people that nothing important can happen under neon and spilled drinks. They pretend to be forgettable. Disposable. A pause between ordinary days. But fate has always loved crowded rooms. It likes witnesses. It likes chaos. It likes when people aren't paying attention Joong didn't believe in destiny. He believed in momentum. Life, to him, was a series of impulses stitched together by charm and instinct. You leaned forward, smiled first, spoke faster than your doubt. If you hesitated, you lost. If you joked, people stayed. If you left before things got serious, no one could hurt you. This philosophy had worked beautifully so far. Tonight, however, was not his idea of beautiful. He was wedged into a booth at the corner of the bar, one leg bouncing, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against a sweating glass. Across from him sat heartbreak in human form, mascara smudged, voice trembling, telling the same story for the fourth time. "He went to her," his friend, Pond said, breath hitching dramatically, "like I wasn't even there." Joong nodded. Again. Supportively. He had mastered this nod. It said I hear you without promising I agree. The bar hummed around them. Laughter burst and dissolved. Someone cheered near the dance floor. The bass vibrated through the floorboards, steady and insistent, like a second heartbeat. Joong leaned back, scanning the room out of habit more than interest. He catalogued exits. People. Energy. It was a survival instinct disguised as casual observation. Pond sniffed, gripping his wrist suddenly, "he's here." Joong's gaze snapped back. "Here as in... here here?" He nodded, eyes glinting with wounded determination. "I wouldn't lie about that." That, at least, was true. He leaned closer, lowering her voice like they were plotting a crime. "I want him to feel it. Just once. What he did to me."

These are the oneshots that I post on AO3. It's mostly fluff with a bit of mature stuffs. I hope you guys will enjoy the stories ~

❤️ **Dunk: Have you ever been in love? I have, and I wouldn't recommend it. Personally, it's throwing me off balance. ❤️ **Joong: It's impossible for him to like me. I'm a mess, and him? He's perfection in human form. Edited in English.

Dunk is a new manager at GMMTV. To get familiar with the work, he is asked to manage the popular actor Joong Archen for a month. For some reason the star is really cold to him. Dunk just wishes this one month to pass quickly. Why is Joong cold to Dunk? How will their relationship change? Let's find out in this story. Everything in this story is fictional and my own imagination. I don't claim any of this to be true.

Dunk and Joong are childhood best friends. They have known each other their whole life. Right now they are in college. Things starts to get complicated when Dunk introduces his bf to Joong and Joong seems to question his feelings. Let's see how this journey of being friends to lovers unfold for them. Some parts of story may contain things that might trigger some people. I would give warning in the starting of chapter. Please remember that it's a fictional story. I don't claim that any of this story to be true.

Smut Stories of JoongDunk

Sun (Phuwin) is a rich kid who likes to party and test his borders, much to his older brother Diao's (Khao) annoyance. Lune is a poor dancer who lives with his older brother Arthit (First) What will happen when those worlds collide?

Alan and Jeff don't know each other. Jeff lives a lonely life.. until an accidental vision gives him a glimpse of his future. His future with a mysterious Alpha. Will he chase that future? A bit of an AU multi chapter- I had requests for more A&J so here it is Hope someone enjoys