Phuwin & Dunk -they were princes of sorrow, raised in silent halls. Until the day two suns from a foreign court arrived, offering not just alliance, but a warmth that promised to melt the frost from their hearts and the lies from their throne. * A cruel queen. * Two suffering princes. * Two visiting royals with secrets of their own. When their worlds collide, love becomes an act of rebellion.

The Jirunthanin's, one of the biggest business empires in Thailand, hosted an event but it didn't go as planned. Leading to a great concern throughout all the big business estates. Phuwin, a young boy and soon to be the heir of his father's inheritance, finds himself engrossed into this matter as well. Along with his friends and others he helps to solve this mystery but in the process falls for someone unexpected. The story focuses mainly on 3 ships: PondPhuwin, JoongDunk and GeminiFourth Many other ships are also included and will be introduced as we go further into the story. NOTE: This work is entirely fictional and only the storyline is mine. The people in the story are not related to it in real life, I am only using their names. + credit of the pictures to the rightful owners

"Come back to me Dunk...." ( Joong) "You didn't want the bond. You got your wish. It's dead. Now let me live." (dunk) -------------------- "Let me look after you. Let me help you live, not just endure..." ( Pond) "He's mine to reject, not someone else's to take!" ( Joong) "It's like breathing shards of glass. I can't do it anymore." ( Dunk) -------------- a story about the toxic aftermath of a fated bond being unilaterally rejected. It explores the difference between destiny and choice, and the brutal consequences when one person chooses to fight fate at the expense of the other's well-being. Who will be the Endgame...?? Who deserve better ...?? 🥇 Joongdunk (01/01/2026) 🥇 Ponddunk (01/01/2026) 🥇 regret (01/01/2026)

Joong Archen Aydin had everything. Fame, fortune, and the world at his feet. But when one reckless mistake ruins it all. He was exiled to a quiet mountain village, stripped of everything that once made him untouchable. And then there's Dunk Natachai. The silent boy who doesn't care who Joong is. The boy who looks at him without fear, without awe, like he sees straight through the chaos. Joong should hate it. Instead, he craves it. The more Dunk pulls away, the deeper Joong falls. What started as punishment soon becomes obsession... and Joong isn't sure he ever wants to escape. --- Ig: dunkdynastyyy A small credit goes to my friends who helped me with the storyline and editing cover.

A promise between two business partners results in a gay marriage between two straight archenemies making them question... How Can I Marry A Guy??? This is a Spinoff and NOT a sequel. After the overwhelming response for Accidental Husbands, I had to come back with this. With almost same set of characters as before; I am rewriting the romance with Accidental Husbands - 2 in a completely new light. Romantic Comedy. Please note : This story belongs to my favorite author @MyInvisibleButterfly . I just made it in JD version as I am a JD fan .

Joong is one of the members of the famous boy group JASPER, together with Pond, Aou, and Santa. He is a talented artist, loved by thousands of fans, but one fan always stands out to him-Dunk. Dunk has been Joong's fan since day one. He attends every concert, fansign, and fanmeeting. He promotes Joong on social media, ignores all his suitors, and focuses only on supporting him. But what no one knows is that Dunk is secretly a rich CEO of bakeries, coffee shops, clothing lines, shoes, and many more. Only his family and close friends know about it. To Joong, Dunk is not just a fan. Since the beginning, Joong has noticed Dunk's kindness, respect, and endless support. He even created a secret account just to talk with Dunk online, without Dunk knowing it was him. Slowly, Joong realizes he is falling for his fan. But everything gets messy when Joong is paired with a female co-star who has a crush on him. Dunk feels jealous and heartbroken, taking a hiatus from supporting Joong. For the first time, Joong panics-not because of his career, but because he doesn't want to lose Dunk. What will happen when Joong finally messages Dunk directly? Will Dunk believe Joong's confession that he only has eyes for him since day one?

this story is fanfiction inspired by boys in love bl series of gmmtv. two boys who were rivals in school were bound by fate. let's see if they will accept eachother or this will make worse their life.

When you fall in love with your brother's Best friend #pondphuwin #joongdunk #aouboom #geminifourth

Dunk has loved his stepfather, Joong, in silence since he was sixteen, though Joong has always kept him at arm's length, annoyed by Dunk's innocence and stubbornness. Now seventeen, Dunk feels invisible in a household dominated by his baby sibling and his mother's attention. In an attempt to protect his heart, he begins to distance himself-but his absence only makes Joong notice him more, stirring possessiveness, jealousy, and feelings he thought he could never have for his stepson. As family responsibilities, illness, and forbidden desire collide, Dunk and Joong find themselves caught between duty and longing in a tension-filled, slow-burning romance.

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.