Joong Aydin is beautiful, dangerous, and probably guilty. Dunk Boonprasert is the lawyer hired to save him even though he's sure Joong did it. But as the case unfolds, so does something darker: A pull. A challenge. A desire neither man is prepared for. Joong wants more than freedom. He wants Dunk undone. And Dunk is starting to think... maybe guilt was never the problem. ---

They married for money, power, and mutual disdain...but love wasn't part of the deal. Or A marriage of convenience turns into a battle of wills... and hearts.

- 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. 

"You'll always be my bro... my special person." That was Joong Archen-affectionate, dramatic, and unapologetically loud in how he loved. He said it with a laugh, locking Dunk Natachai in a playful chokeslam as Dunk tapped frantically at his wrist in a mock protest. But then his tone shifted, laughter softening. "What if... your wife doesn't approve of me in the future?" Dunk coughed out a laugh, brushing it off like he always did with Joong's strange questions and cryptic remarks. That was just Joong-chaotic, unpredictable, somehow always pushing boundaries Dunk never knew he had. They couldn't have been more different. Joong was an extrovert who thrived on attention and late-night chaos; Dunk was an introvert who craved quiet, routine, and peace. But somehow, they worked. They balanced each other-fire and calm, noise and stillness. A friendship that shouldn't have made sense, but did. Until Joong fell in love. He never meant to. But it happened-quietly, completely. And it broke him, because he knew-he knew-his homophobic best friend would never feel the same. Or so he thought. When a moment of vulnerability turned into a mistake too big to ignore, Dunk chose to walk away. 7 years passed. Joong became a rising star-model, singer, and heartthrob. Dunk built an empire of his own as the CEO of Mon Amour, Bangkok's most beloved bakery. Their worlds had changed, but the wounds remained. As they come face-to-face once more, the weight of unspoken words and the sting of broken promises hang heavy between them. Yet, beneath the years of silence and pain lies a bond too deep to be forgotten. As they rebuild what was broken, their journey becomes one of rediscovery-not just of each other, but of themselves. The past collides with the present as they explore if love, when it's real, can survive time, heartbreak, and fear. Because real love doesn't fade. It waits-for the right moment to begin again.

The saying that time heals everything is fake. Do you think a 31 year old Dunk Natachai already feels fine with the mention or even a slight memory of his ex-boyfriend and his first love, Joong Archen, after thirteen years of not meeting his first heartbreak? No, he is not. Their story started when they were both still high school students who think that the world can be the way they wanted it to be and everything will be okay at the end. Innocent little kids, they learned their lessons back then. And after so many evening skies have passed between them, their story envelops once again. This time, they are adult enough to realize that they can't change the world, but still, there is some hope for the people who pray sincerely for it. Can they have their happy ending this time? [a JoongDunk Fanfiction]

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.

[COMPLETE] Style hurriedly reaches for Fadel's hand across their seats, warm palm skimming across the swell of his thigh until he latches on and squeezes Fadel's fingers. "I never meant to make you doubt us. I was waiting for you. I promise. You're my ride or die." --------------- Fadel x Style Oneshot Rated M for semi-strong language and implied, mature content. Please do not copy or repost to any other sites. I do not claim ownership of any of the pictures or music used for reference. --------------- Published: 24/03/2025

Overlay [verb]: to cover something with a layer of something else Everyone has their dirty little secret, right? An ordinary office worker like Dunk Natachai also has one thing that he keeps for himself for so long, it is his guilty pleasure. And it was all fine until one day his path collided again with an A-list actor singer named Joong Archen who looks like has so many problems in his hands. They meet, they talk, they kiss, they fight, they have sex, and they... share another dirty little secret, but this time, together.

Joong, an alpha, have two serious problems: One; he has a problem with his loneliness; and two, he can't sleep. He can't sleep without his sleeping pill and somehow his sleeping pill damages his brain so he can't smell omega's scent anymore. But one day, he has a new neighbor and his vanilla and warm coconut scent drives him crazy. Joong keeps telling himself that maybe it's only his perfume, until it's not. And now Joong have another serious problem, make it three: He is addicted to his new neighbor.

"Phuwin and Dunk are brothers from the prestigious Natachai family, heirs to an old-money empire. When Pond Naravit, a ruthless young heir to a criminal empire, sets his eyes on Dunk, he decides he must have him. Their families arrange a marriage, sealing Dunk's fate... but condemning Phuwin's heart. Because Phuwin falls, helplessly, for Pond. But how could Pond ever notice him? Dunk is like the sun-radiant, untouchable, the kind of person people can't help but gravitate towards. Phuwin has lived in his shadow his entire life, knowing he could never compete. So he understands why Pond is obsessed with Dunk. How could he not be? But then, someone else starts courting Phuwin. And that's when Pond finally notices him-because for the first time, something that should belong to him is slipping away."