He was only supposed to pretend... but the mafia never gives back what's theirs. 😎

Joong's (hidden but no so hidden love) agenda to be with Dunk. Celebrated artist Joong meets CEO Dunk. JoongDunk centric but can't help featuring the joylada gang with Gemini and Fourth in the background. Lots of fluff, a little angst and a hint of humour. Playing off the idea from the hidden agenda's season finale.

Dunk believed mates were meant to protect each other. Until the day his destined alpha rejected him in front of everyone. Heartbroken and humiliated, Dunk decides to live without love. But the moment Dunk starts healing, the alpha returns-jealous, desperate, and ready to claim what he threw away.

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.

He was supposed to protect him. Instead, he disappeared. Five years later, Dunk is a single father, and Joong wakes from a coma to find the world - and the man he loved - has moved on. But destiny has its own rhythm... and sometimes love comes back, softer, slower, stronger than before. Because the heart always remembers the one it called home.

They married for money, power, and mutual disdain...but love wasn't part of the deal. Or A marriage of convenience turns into a battle of wills... and hearts.

Dunk's life didn't fall apart all at once. It rotted. The day his father remarried a woman young enough to be his sister, Dunk learned how quietly a home could become a grave. She erased his mother with a smile. Sold her things. Mocked her death. Drained his father's accounts, his spine, his will. And treated Dunk like something in the way - something disposable. When there was nothing left to steal, she vanished. Cold. Untouched. Unpunished. Dunk learns the world doesn't punish monsters. It rewards them. Until he finds her again. Beautiful. Untarnished. On the arm of Joong Archen - thirty-two, obscenely rich, untouchably powerful. A man dangerous enough to ruin lives without ever dirtying his hands. A man she plans to consume next. So Dunk doesn't chase her. He aims higher. He decides to destroy her the only way that will matter. He will make Joong choose him. Desire him. Protect him. Believe in him. Ruiner her by loving the wrong person. He will turn his beauty into a weapon. His youth into bait. His grief into leverage. His rage into strategy. Because a twenty-two-year-old with nothing left to lose is the most lethal thing alive. What Dunk doesn't plan for is Joong Archen becoming obsessed. Not infatuated. Not charmed. Obsessed in a way that is dark and absolute and violent. Joong doesn't fall in love. He consumes. He cages. He shields with blood and teeth and devotion. He worships Dunk like something holy - and something owned. And when Dunk realizes he didn't just seduce a powerful man but awakened something twisted, possessive, and irreversible- it's already far too late. Because Dunk wanted revenge. He never meant to break a man who doesn't know how to lose. And Joong Archen is not the kind of man you wound and survive.

Playing with Fire - Black Orchid Book One Hitman × Escort × Informant Chicago has a club that rich people don't admit they visit. Black Orchid-velvet rooms, private rules, and a price for everything. Joong is the city's cleanest hitman. Quiet. Precise. Untouchable. The kind of man who doesn't threaten-he finishes. Dunk is Black Orchid's most dangerous escort. Not because he's soft. Because he's smart. He knows how to survive men who think money makes them gods. Then the police corner Dunk and turn him into a weapon: Get close to Joong. Get something real. No wires in a van. No interrogation room. Just silk sheets, controlled breaths, and questions asked with a smile. Joong keeps booking him anyway. Not because he trusts him-because he wants to know why. What follows isn't romance. It's a power game-slow, intimate, brutal. Joong tightening rules. Dunk learning how to bend them. Each meeting a test. Each touch a trap. And while they circle each other, Black Orchid rots from the inside: a new drug, corrupt money, and bodies that keep showing up "accidentally." Everyone is lying. Everyone is using someone. No one is innocent. This isn't a love story. It's a fire. And once you step into Black Orchid, you don't walk out untouched.

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‼️)