Joong is a world-famous boxer - brutal in the ring, worshipped by fans, but hollow inside. He spends his days training, fighting, and bleeding under the lights, with nothing soft left in his world. Dunk is a pianist and part-time music teacher who rents a studio in the same building as Joong's gym. He doesn't follow sports, doesn't know who Joong is - only that a tired, bruised man keeps lingering by the door after practice, listening to the music he plays. At first, they're opposites: fists vs. keys, violence vs. art. Joong doesn't talk much, but Dunk starts noticing the way he always comes back, sometimes still bleeding, to sit quietly and listen. What begins as silence slowly turns into something deeper - Dunk teaching Joong music as a way to control his rage, Joong teaching Dunk about endurance and discipline. But their worlds clash when Joong's violent career threatens Dunk's quiet life. Dunk sees the man behind the fighter, and Joong starts to wonder if he can be more than just blood and fame - but the cost of being with him might destroy them both.

Joong, a fiercely independent architect, inherits partial custody of his late sister's toddler - but only if he agrees to co-parent with Dunk, his sister's best friend and the last person Joong would choose to raise a child with. The legal clause is clear: either they do it together, or the child goes to foster care. Forced to share a house, a daycare schedule, and early-morning tantrums, Joong and Dunk butt heads - until late-night feedings and accidental kisses change everything. Vibe: Enemies-to-lovers. Witty banter, chaotic domestic mishaps, slow-burn romance. Theme: Learning to love without control. Parenthood forces emotional vulnerability they've both avoided for years.

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'

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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+