Dunk is a single father with a secret past. His son is his world-until Joong, a first-year student, unknowingly brings love and chaos into their calm life.

Dunk: I married him because I loved him. I paid his debts, I raised his daughter, and I hid my heart because I knew he could never love me back. Joong: I married him because I had nothing left. I let him save us, but every day I live in fear that he will wake up and realize a broken, struggling single dad is not worth his time. Two men. One abandoned little girl. A marriage built on desperation, wealth, and the heaviest secret of all: a fifteen-year unrequited love that is dangerously close to breaking them both.

Reader Dunk transmigrated into a novel he is reading as a character who dies tragically. Now he have to rewrite the fate of novel to survive in that world. A Novel Called "The End Of Aydins'

Story Description Dunk Natachai never expected his life to collide with Joong Archen Aydin - the undefeated MMA champion feared by everyone around him. Crushed by debt and desperate to save his grandmother, Dunk accepts a job as Joong's personal therapist, hoping it will finally bring stability into his chaotic life. Instead, he walks straight into a world ruled by violence, obsession, and dangerous emotions. Joong is cold, controlling, and haunted by a strange belief that a "jinx" follows him before every fight. The more time Dunk spends near him, the deeper he gets trapped inside Joong's unpredictable world. But beneath the fighter's terrifying reputation lies loneliness neither of them knows how to face. As tension grows between them, Dunk must decide whether he can survive beside a man everyone fears - or if getting close to Joong will destroy him completely.

Dunk, a man with bruises he can't explain, walks into a host club asking for one night of feeling desired. No questions. No light. Just a stranger's hands to remind him he's beautiful. He didn't expect to come back. The host, Joong didn't expect to wait for him.

Joong rules the Bangkok underground. Undefeated on the asphalt, lethal in the fighting cages, and universally feared on his university campus, he is untouchable. He has never lost a fight, and he has certainly never lost a race-until a nameless, masked driver in a borrowed Supra tears his perfect streak to shreds and vanishes into the neon-lit night, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of expensive fabric softener and a bruised ego. Dunk Boonprasert is the picture of aristocratic perfection. As the tightly controlled son of a powerful governor, his daytime life is a suffocating series of rules, expectations, and icy indifference. But underneath the tailored clothes and deadpan exterior lies "Nova"-a legendary, adrenaline-fueled street racer from the northern mountains who uses the asphalt as his only escape. Now, Joong is utterly obsessed. Driven by wounded pride and a dark, consuming fascination, he is determined to tear the city apart to find the phantom who humiliated him on his own track. What the undisputed king of the streets doesn't realize is that the ghost he is hunting isn't hiding in the shadows. He is sitting right next to him in his daytime engineering lectures, hiding behind a flawless, untouchable mask of wealth. A dangerous, high-stakes game of cat and mouse begins-and the only thing moving faster than the cars is their inevitable collision.

"Forever was never the deal. Until it was the only thing left." The "deal" was supposed to be a surgical strike: clean, efficient, and devoid of complications. Dunk was the king of the one-night stand, a man whose heart was as guarded as a high-security trauma ward. But Joong Archen didn't play by the rules of the ER; he played the long game of a neurosurgeon. Day one: One night only.. This kid is cute, but he's way too serious. I'll break him in a week. One week later: Dunk woke in Joong's bed AGAIN He should have left hours ago, yet he found himself pulling the duvet higher. "I'm just staying over because his bed is actually comfortable," he muttered to the empty guest pillow. "It's purely for the lumbar support." One month later: Dunk stood at the edge of the cafeteria, his grip tightening on his tray until his knuckles turned white. He watched the Head of Pediatrics laugh at something Joong said, his chest tightening with a strange, caustic heat. Wait... why am I jealous of her talking to him? It's just a consult. It's not like we're... anything. Three months later: Dunk stood in front of the vanity in Joong's master bath, frozen. Next to the sleek, electronic toothbrush Joong used sat a second one-Dunk's. Beside it was his favorite face cream and a spare set of his contacts. He stared at the reflection of his own confused eyes, wondering exactly when he'd stopped going back to his own apartment. What begins as a one night agreement quicklyspirals into Dunk crashing at Joong's apartment for the comfort of a post-call shower and home-cooked fried egg rice, a domestic trap that Dunk is too arrogant to admit he loves. From Joong carrying a flirting Dunk out of bars over his shoulder to shielding him from violent patients in the trauma bay, the "quiet nerd" systematically dismantles Dunk's defenses with surgical precision.

A collection of JoongDunk / DunkJoong one-shot AUs. Writing my fantasies about them I'll also be using this space to practice and improve my writing, so feel free to point out anything I can fix na ka. ⁱ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᶠᶠˡⁱⁿᵉ ᶜᵘᶻ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢˡᵒʷ. 18+

Ten years. 3,650 days. A lifetime of bestfriends and nothing more. "In all our years together," Dunk started "I didn't know you liked guys​" "I didn't know I did," Joong responded, "Until I met Fluke."​ "Wait..." Dunk's voice cracked "So you mean, we've shared everything together for years? We've slept in the same bed, Joong. My head has been on your shoulder more times than I can count, and you didn't feel that spark with me? Not even once?" "Dunk... I've just never thought of you in that way. You're clearly gorgeous, But I just don't see you in a romantic way" "Are you saying Fluke is more attractive than me? Is he better than me? Is that why you could feel it with him in a few months, but not with me in ten years?" "Dunk... this is ridiculous, i don't get why it bothers you that you're not my type" "Is... is there something wrong with me, Joong?" "There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect. But why do you suddenly care? You've never thought of me in that way either, Dunk. Not once in ten years did you look at me and want more. You never minded the fact that I didn't think of you like that why now? he laughed "I just..." Dunk started "You're my best friend. That's the box I put you in." "Don't pretend you mind being 'not my type' just because you're bored with your girlfriend." ​"I'm not bored," Dunk whispered.. ​"I have to go now. Fluke might get lonely if I leave him too long." The silence Joong left behind wasn't just empty-it was insulting. Bored. The word felt like a slap. Joong really thought this was about View? That Dunk was just looking for a distraction from a stale relationship? He was gorgeous. He was perfect. But he wasn't the type. It wasn't heartbreak-it was a sting to his ego. After a decade of being Joong's everything, he was suddenly just the guy who didn't make the cut. ​"You said I wasn't your type, Joong Archen? Well, suddenly... I mind."

**** cette histoire ne m'appartient pas, je l'ai traduite pour mon plaisir et celui des fans ;-) désolée s'il y a des fautes **** Pafon, étudiant à l'université, se retrouve ivre dans un bar et embrasse un inconnu. Mais il n'a pas le temps de se remettre de ses frasques car il doit absolument trouver un stage pour obtenir son diplôme. Heureusement, grâce aux relations d'un ami, il en décroche finalement un. Cependant, en arrivant dans l'entreprise, il découvre que le PDG n'est autre que Patlom, l'inconnu du bar. Ce dernier se montre particulièrement entreprenant, avec une approche loin d'être subtile. Ironiquement, c'est donc le stagiaire qui devra coacher son propre patron pour qu'il apprenne à le courtiser correctement...