PLAYING WITH FIRE - AFTERBURN (Book Two) Some fires don't end. They just go quiet. Dunk is trying to live in daylight-routine hours, clean walls, normal conversations that don't feel like traps. He tells himself the worst is behind him. That he can finally breathe. But the city doesn't forget what you are. And it doesn't forgive what you survived. Across town, Joong keeps moving the way he always has-precise, controlled, untouchable. The kind of man who doesn't chase and doesn't beg. The kind of man who knows that the most dangerous thing you can do is care and call it something else. Then the afterburn starts. A new threat slips through the cracks. People vanish. Silence gets bought again. And the past keeps circling back-not like a memory, like a hand. Joong and Dunk don't collide like a romance. They collide like unfinished damage. Like a deal that still has teeth. Like a love neither of them can name without turning it into a weapon. In this city, you don't get closure. You get consequences. And if the fire comes back... it won't ask permission this time.

"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.

Joong just wants to expand his company. Dunk just wants his family to accept he's not into girls. Their plan? Marry their fiancés, shake hands, and live happily ever after. But NO thanks to a VERY overworked registrar and a wedding certificate mix-up, guess who ends up coincidentally married? Two guys who can't stand each other, now stuck as husbands! As if that wasn't bad enough, their families are rivals, the media is loving this disaster, and they have to keep up the act... for their BROTHERS' sake. Joong's closeted little bro, Pond, has been secretly dating Dunk's out-and-proud brother, Phuwin, for two years. And now, they just can't find the right time to tell anyone because, well... THIS! What will happen when two opposite people in terms of sexuality, life style choices, belief and behavior decide to join hands for the sake of bringing their families at peace to help their brothers get together? Because it's Bros before Vows.

All about JoongDunk one shot. And maybe drag to few chapters if I got too many idea. All about my imagination. I create a plot and write the story. AI help to express it better. Bare with me

Joong used to have a girlfriend. Dunk used to have a best friend. Now, neither of them have what they once did. After a messy breakup, Joong is surrounded by friends trying to cheer him up-but there's only one person who can make him smile like he used to: Dunk, the best friend he pushed away without a word. When Dunk shows up, there's tension, there's silence... and then, there's understanding. They may have drifted, but the bond never really broke. Then Joong proposes something insane: Let my ex think I've moved on-with you. Let her regret leaving. It's a wild plan, but Dunk agrees. Not because he wants to help Joong win his ex back-but because Dunk's been hiding burning desires he's never had the space to explore. And this might be the one chance to finally understand them-with someone he trusts. Even after getting back what both of them wanted,fate finds their way back to each other,tangled in confusion and desire. It was supposed to be a trade. A way to get back what they lost. But somewhere between blurred lines and late-night confessions,sweaty bodies tangled together, the question isn't who they want to fool- It's what they're starting to feel. Love, lust, and loyalty-this isn't just a fake plan. It's something real they never saw coming.

He thought he was marrying a spoiled brat. He didn't know he was tying the knot with the city's most wanted illegal street racer. Now Joong, the ice-cold CEO, is stuck living with Dunk - a smug, chaotic fiancé who sneaks out at midnight, smells like burnt rubber, and sleeps like he owns the bed. He's loud. He's reckless. He's hiding something. And Joong is about to find out secrets don't stay parked forever. Enemies by fate. Husbands by force. And when feelings collide at full speed- someone's bound to crash.

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. ---

Vampire professor × Stubborn Student . . [Joongdunk fanfic] . . . Pondphuwin second lead . Geminifourth third lead

They weren't meant to touch. Not now. Not ever. Not after centuries of tradition soaked in blood and silence. Not after entire generations were raised with the same bitter commandment: "Do not speak to them. Do not look at them. Do not acknowledge them." And yet, here they were. Standing on opposite sides of the Hall of Concord-The Gathering--an ironic name for a place built to pretend ancient enemies could breathe the same air without baring their fangs or claws. There were vampires and werewolves under one roof tonight. And no one liked it. But everyone tolerated it. Because power demands civility. At least in public. Dunk Boonprasert had arrived first. He always did. Graceful, predatory, wearing shadows like silk. His pale skin gleamed under the low-hung chandeliers, his smile cut sharp as the fangs he barely bothered to hide. He was elegance sharpened into danger. He knew it. He used it. And he didn't look once toward the far end of the room. Because he didn't need to. Joong Aydin entered later. Silent. Stoic. Shoulders squared like a fortress built of restraint. The tailored black suit he wore was severe, clean, spotless-like everything about him. His tan skin and muscle-lined frame were the exact opposite of Dunk's aristocratic allure. He didn't glide. He stalked. And he also didn't look. Because that would imply acknowledgment. And acknowledging Dunk would be a betrayal. Of history. Of family. Of instinct. The room shifted when the two of them were in it-everyone felt it. Like a cold draft through cracked stone. No one said it out loud. But no one ever tried to make them shake hands, either. Because everyone knew. Boonpraserts and Aydins don't speak. Don't bow. Don't blink. There is no alliance. There is only avoidance. That is the rule. That has always been the rule. Until tonight.