A Heart In Time | ดวงใจในกาลเวลา "For You, I Would." -Gemini One seeking purpose. The other clinging to hope. Together, they find love, strength, and the courage to rewrite their futures. 🏆𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤 11.01.2025 ~ 2𝓷𝒹 #𝓖ℯ𝓶𝒾𝓷𝒾𝓕ℴ𝓾𝓇𝓽𝒽

A short JoongDunk Christmas story Dunk moves into a new building right before Christmas. He orders a tiny Christmas tree online-delivery messes up and drops it at Joong's door. Joong shows up holding the tree like "I think this is yours?" Dunk is embarrassed, Joong is amused, and somehow they end up decorating together in the hallway with everyone passing by smiling at them.

They met at university. Dunk came from power and privilege - now a brilliant defense lawyer fighting for the innocent and the forgotten. Joong came from violence, survival, and nothing - now a feared criminal with no mercy left to give. For five years, they tried to meet in the middle. Dunk gave warmth. Joong gave protection. Neither said it, but both needed the other more than they were willing to admit. Then on May 22nd, Dunk's mother accused Joong of stealing. And Dunk hesitated. He didn't defend him. He didn't believe him. Joong disappeared that night and came back as someone else- Colder. Smarter. Unreachable. The kind of man who doesn't ask twice, who tortures before talking, who doesn't love anymore. Four years later, they don't speak. But when Joong bleeds, he knocks. And Dunk still opens the door. Every time. No explanations. No forgiveness. Just sex, silence, and the scars neither of them treat. This isn't a second chance. This is everything that never healed.

The Archen estate is not a home. It's a gilded cage. Behind the polished walls and silk curtains, cruelty drips like poison into everything it touches. When the Archen family bought Dunk Natachai from his own blood, it wasn't a wedding - it was a transaction. A boy sold off to silence his father's debts, to seal a name that was never meant to be his. It should have been his sister. She's hated him ever since. But Joong saw Dunk once - one single look - and wanted him. So the house swallowed him whole. Dunk grew up in bruises and broken promises, in a family where love never came without pain. But nothing - nothing - could have prepared him for the Archen mansion. A house full of strangers with matching blood and blackened hearts. Grandfather to aunt, uncle to mother, father to siblings - they don't see him as a husband. They see him as property. An outsider. A servant with a ring on his finger. And every day, Joong - the golden son, the one who claimed him - holds Dunk with gentle hands and soft eyes. He speaks like love is enough. He doesn't hear the whispers behind the walls. He doesn't see what they do when he's gone. Dunk never tells him. So Dunk screams instead. He shatters plates and windows, throws furniture against walls that already suffocate him. He lashes out, he burns down every tender word Joong gives him. He's loud because it's the only way to still feel real. He's breaking because no one else will hear the sound of it. Joong loves him like he's something precious. Dunk hates him like he's the cage itself. This isn't a love story. It's a war inside a house that smiles for the world and bleeds behind closed doors.

Joong doesn't believe in love. He believes in loyalty. In violence. In silence. For years, he's built his empire with blood and broken bones - to keep his little brother, Phuwin, untouched by the world that ruined him. There's only one rule in his life: No one touches Phuwin. Not his enemies. Not strangers. Not even his best friend. Pond knows that rule better than anyone. And yet he looks. Just enough to piss Joong off. Just enough to remind him how thin the line between friendship and war can get. And Dunk? He was never meant to be part of this story. The boy behind the counter, smiling like nothing hurts. The man who built a restaurant Joong visits only with strangers. Dunk waits. Watches. Loves him in secret. And Joong- Joong looks right through him. Because Dunk is background noise. And Joong doesn't love. He uses. He leaves. He destroys. But love doesn't need permission. It festers in silence. It grows in the dark corners of late nights and long stares. It bleeds when Joong walks in with someone else and Dunk has to serve them like nothing inside him is breaking. And when violence comes closer- when Pond crosses a line that should never be crossed, when Dunk becomes a weapon instead of a man- Joong will learn what happens when something he never claimed is ripped away. Because this isn't a love story. It's a slow descent. A dangerous want. A promise of ruin. ⸻ A real dark romance - where loyalty is a knife, love is a trap, and one look can cost everything. (‼️Main Focus: JoongDunk‼️)

"I was supposed to belong to God" "Then why do you keep praying with my name on your tongue?" Tanrak had seen obsession before - in confessions, in broken hearts, in the eyes of those who mistook love for faith. But Barth was different. His devotion wasn't loud, it was quiet - patient, consuming, relentless. It was worship disguised as affection. Tanrak knew he would bring back Barth's faith, he would bring him back to the grace of the altar. But when Tanrak finally saw it for what it was, he realized the truth - It wasn't exactly God where Barth's faith had grown. This is a story surrounding around the Ticket To Heaven Series It is purely fictional.

When feelings instantaneously vanish like the wind, turning into a cold one, particularly what happened to Gemini and Fourth. They've been together for over 6 years, and things remain the same as they used to be since day one. Until one day, Gemini professes that he wants to end their relationship just because he woke up one day and realized he doesn't love him anymore. On the other hand, Fourth, feeling sorrowful and shattered, asks for a favor before they part ways that will last forever. "Let me hold you, before you go." -------- This is a revision of my old story which an OffGun fan fiction and decided to make a GeminiFourth version.

Werewolf stories are just that... stories, right? Clans don't exist, do they? Shapeshifters neither... or do they? Dunk's grandfather was certain, they weren't just stories, they were his story. The poor old man was losing his mind, maybe... but Dunk needed to be close to that story. And that's what led him to Valdebruma.

When a drunken mistake leaves Fourth pregnant with his best friend's child, their careers and friendship are put to the ultimate test. Three years later, Fourth returns to the spotlight with a secret-his two-year-old son. As they juggle fame, co-parenting, and the feelings they ve buried, Gemini and Fourth must decide if they can stay just friends or if love will rewrite their script.

In a world built on control and empires forged through pain, Fourth Nattawat is untouchable a man who speaks through silence, bleeds through discipline, and reigns with ice in his veins. Gemini Norawit, wild-hearted and unrelenting, doesn't come to knock he comes to conquer. When he challenges the man who bows to no one, the battle isn't in fists or fury it's in restraint, in glances, in every breath held between "stay" and "go." Because Fourth is not someone you win with words. You earn him by surviving the fire he keeps hidden behind glass.