Dunkjoong au Bully × Bad boy Joong is the campus bully everyone fears. Cold. Silent. Untouchable. Dunk is the rich bad boy who loves chaos and never loses. When he sets his sights on Joong, it's supposed to be a game-make him fall, break his heart, and walk away. But monsters don't flinch at touch. Joong does. Behind the cruelty is a boy drowning in trauma, and Dunk realizes too late that hurting Joong was never justice-it was just another wound. Now Dunk doesn't want to play. He wants to protect him. And Joong doesn't believe in love-especially not from someone who once wanted to destroy him. "Don't touch me" → "Don't leave me"

What happens when love is silent, but suffering screams? Dunk has loved Joong since the day they became stepbrothers-a love he buried deep, knowing it could never be spoken. He watched from the shadows as Joong built a life with someone else, married someone else, and started a family with someone else. Dunk accepted his fate: to love silently, to protect from a distance, to never interfere. But when Joong's perfect marriage crumbles into a nightmare of lies, manipulation, and betrayal, Dunk finds himself caught in a web he never wove. Joong is broken. His husband, Kao, has destroyed him-cheating, gaslighting, and turning Joong against the one person who truly cares: Dunk. Pregnant and alone, Joong believes the lies Kao feeds him: that Dunk is obsessed, that Dunk is the problem, that everything wrong in his life is Dunk's fault. Dunk is powerless. Every attempt to help is twisted into manipulation. Every word of truth is branded a lie. Kao's threats keep Dunk silent, watching helplessly as the man he loves suffers. Four years of torture. Four years of misunderstanding. Four years of a love that refuses to die. When Kao finally abandons Joong and their newborn son, the truth begins to unravel. But the damage is done. Joong hates Dunk. Joong blames Dunk. Joong can't see that Dunk has been his silent protector all along. Can love survive when it's been poisoned by lies? Can Joong learn to trust again? Can Dunk prove that his love was never obsession-it was devotion? This is not a simple love story. This is a journey through pain, healing, betrayal, and redemption. This is about two souls who were always meant to be together, fighting against a world-and a villain-determined to keep them apart. Mature themes: emotional abuse, gaslighting, mpreg, healing from trauma, stepbrother romance, slow burn, angst with a happy ending [ Updates Every wed/thur ]

-This is a Dunkjoong story based on 'STAY'- Some people leave without a sound. Some loves wait without a promise. Joong left without goodbye. Dunk stayed without a reason. But when fate brings them back together in a city far from where they began, neither of them is who they used to be. And the question isn't whether they still care. It's whether they can love each other after the silence, after the leaving, after everything. .. ⚠️content warnings - Verbal/emotional abuse from a parent - Implied domestic abuse

Childhood friends. Neighbors. Almost brothers. But never just that. Joong Archen grew up too fast after losing his parents, surviving on quiet strength and blank expressions, except when it came to one person - Dunk Natthapat, the little boy who followed him around like sunshine. Dunk always believed he adored Joong like an older brother... until he grew up and realized the truth. He was hopelessly, painfully, silently in love. Meanwhile, Pond - loud, chaotic, secretly soft, hides his own heartache for the oblivious Phuwin, who unknowingly destroys him simply by existing. Four boys. Two hidden love stories. Years of longing, jealousy, heartbreak, and unspoken affection. Filled with domestic softness, slow-burn confessions, protective parents, and a double wedding that will melt every heart. This novel is a warm, emotional, addictive BL family saga about love that grows, aches, heals, and finally blooms. A story where home isn't a place, it's the people you choose to stay 'for' and 'with'.

Some nights exist only to be misunderstood. They wear loud music and dim lights like disguises, convincing people that nothing important can happen under neon and spilled drinks. They pretend to be forgettable. Disposable. A pause between ordinary days. But fate has always loved crowded rooms. It likes witnesses. It likes chaos. It likes when people aren't paying attention Joong didn't believe in destiny. He believed in momentum. Life, to him, was a series of impulses stitched together by charm and instinct. You leaned forward, smiled first, spoke faster than your doubt. If you hesitated, you lost. If you joked, people stayed. If you left before things got serious, no one could hurt you. This philosophy had worked beautifully so far. Tonight, however, was not his idea of beautiful. He was wedged into a booth at the corner of the bar, one leg bouncing, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against a sweating glass. Across from him sat heartbreak in human form, mascara smudged, voice trembling, telling the same story for the fourth time. "He went to her," his friend, Pond said, breath hitching dramatically, "like I wasn't even there." Joong nodded. Again. Supportively. He had mastered this nod. It said I hear you without promising I agree. The bar hummed around them. Laughter burst and dissolved. Someone cheered near the dance floor. The bass vibrated through the floorboards, steady and insistent, like a second heartbeat. Joong leaned back, scanning the room out of habit more than interest. He catalogued exits. People. Energy. It was a survival instinct disguised as casual observation. Pond sniffed, gripping his wrist suddenly, "he's here." Joong's gaze snapped back. "Here as in... here here?" He nodded, eyes glinting with wounded determination. "I wouldn't lie about that." That, at least, was true. He leaned closer, lowering her voice like they were plotting a crime. "I want him to feel it. Just once. What he did to me."

Two kingdoms. A thousand-year feud. A prophecy that whispers of ruin. The Vampiric Kingdom of Noxhaven and the Werewolf Kingdom of Frenrivar have survived generations fueled by hate, betrayal, and bloodshed. A fragile peace holds-thin as moonlight, sharp as fangs-kept alive only by fear and the cursed forest that divides them. But the balance shatters the night the vampire heir marked by an eclipse-born prophecy, encounters a silent and deadly werewolf prince. No one can explain why fate allowed it. But in that moment, two enemies felt something that should never exist. A pull. A crack in destiny's spine. Mates. Bound by a force powerful enough to heal a world... or burn it to ash. A ancient prophecies awaken and shadows gather at the edges of both kingdoms. War stirs. Assassins hunt. Armies rise in the dark. And Dunk and Joong find themselves trapped between duty and desire, between their crowns and their hearts, between the fate they were born into and the future they desperately want. To love each other is treason. To stay apart is agony. To protect each other may ignite the war their ancestors died to avoid. And to give up on each other may be the one thing destiny refuses to allow. one question threatens to tear their world apart: Will their love save their kingdoms... or destroy them both? Because in a world built on ancient hatred, where prophecies choose the living and the damned... loving the wrong person isn't just dangerous. It's fatal. ‼️Mpreg‼️

For three unforgettable years, Dunk and Joong ruled the BL world- rising stars, perfect partners, and lovers behind closed doors. But fame comes with a price. When Joong was suddenly forced to work with another partner, what started as "just one series" slowly became a permanent on screen partner. Rumors grew. Distance grew. Trust shattered. And the relationship that once felt unbreakable began to crack under the pressure. One night... everything fell apart. And One person walked away-not only from their partner, but from the entire industry. He vanished without a word. Seven years later, fate brings them face to face again. Dunk, now a entirely different person. Joong, a beloved global superstar still carrying the weight of everything left unsaid. What happens when two people who once loved fiercely are forced back into each other's orbit? Will old wounds reopen? Will they fight for what they lost? Or will they realize that after all these years... they never stopped wanting each other? A story about broken trust, buried truth, and a love strong enough to demand a second chance-no matter the cost.

Two wealthy heirs, polar opposites in personality, share a fateful night that changes their lives forever. When a surprising pregnancy forces them into an unexpected journey of emotions, love, and family, their icy hearts slowly melt-leading to a warm, lasting bond. #joongdunk # one night stand

On campus, everyone knows who Joong is - the son of two notorious criminals. No one dares go near him; no one wants to. Rumors say he's just like his parents - dangerous, cruel, waiting to snap. His parents' sins had already written his story, and campus rumors only made the chains tighter. Dunk just wanted peace - an escape from his unbearable roommate. But fate left him with one option: the room no one wanted. At first, Joong was everything they said - quiet, distant, unreadable. But Dunk soon saw what the others couldn't. And as days turned into nights and silence turned into trust, Dunk found himself drawn into the mystery of Joong's guarded heart. Because sometimes, the people the world calls monsters are the ones who've been hurt the most. A slow-burn tale of two souls - one haunted by his past, and one brave enough to see beyond it. Where healing begins in shared silence, and love blooms in the room no one wanted. ❗️Mpreg❗️

The room smelled faintly of ink and stale coffee. Joong sat stiffly under the yellow light, hands resting on the cold steel table, answering the inspector's questions with steady precision. He had nothing to hide-or so he thought. Across from him, Inspector Pond tapped his pen against the file. "You said you left the bar around midnight. Alone?" Joong nodded. "Yes." The door opened before Pond could press further. A tall man stepped inside, confident without being intrusive. His tone was smooth, casual, as though he had every right to interrupt. "Not alone," the stranger corrected, sliding a glance at Joong. "He was with me." Pond frowned, pen frozen mid-tap. "And you are...?" "Dunk," the man supplied, offering a polite half-smile. "We shared drinks. Then we left together. You can check the bartender-he'll confirm. I walked him home myself." Joong blinked. He didn't know this man. He had never seen him before. And yet Dunk's words carried the weight of truth, every syllable deliberate, leaving no space for suspicion. Pond studied them both for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. His instincts itched, but the alibi was too clean, too precise. Finally, he scribbled something in his file. "...Alright. You're free to go."