Omar Al-Rashid has never needed love. He has money, power, a family name people fear, and an entire city that knows better than to stand in his way. Amira Haddad is supposed to be nothing more than a dancer. Eight months of private rooms. Eight months of the same rules. No kissing. No touching. No questions. She dances. He pays. They leave. Simple. Until Omar's family demands the one thing he has spent years avoiding. A wife. An heir. So Omar does what Omar always does when something becomes inconvenient. He solves it. With a contract. Marriage in exchange for money, luxury, protection, and eventually freedom. Amira accepts. Not because she loves him. Not because she wants his name. And certainly not because she has any intention of becoming the quiet, obedient wife the Al-Rashids expect. She wants what the contract promises her. Omar thinks that means he understands her price. He doesn't. Because living with Amira is nothing like paying her to dance. She challenges him. Provokes him. Pushes against every rule he makes. Refuses to bow to a family that expects women to obey and men to decide. And somewhere between forced dinners, private wars, dangerous promises, jealousy, possession, and a marriage neither of them ever meant to make real, the contract begins to stop feeling like business. That is where everything goes wrong. Because Omar has spent his entire life believing control is the only thing that keeps people from destroying him. And Amira may be the first person he wants badly enough to lose it.

Joong has two problems. One: His ex-boyfriend is marrying his cousin. Two: His grandma will hand the family empire to said cousin unless Joong proves he's in a serious relationship. Naturally, the solution is to hire a fake boyfriend. Enter Dunk: barista, blunt-tongued, gorgeous, and alarmingly good at kissing like he means it. Joong expected this to be business-only. A few hand-holds, some couple selfies, pretend-giggling. No feelings. No... moaning in expensive bathrooms. But Dunk is too calm, too honest, too firm with those hands and that voice. And Joong? Joong's forgetting this is fake. Especially when Dunk says things like: "If we're going to sell it, we better kiss again. Practice, right?" A fake relationship. A nosy family. One wedding, endless sexual tension, and a hundred chances to fall stupidly in love. Warning: May contain intense hand-holding, emotionally blunt tops, closet makeouts, surprise orgasms, and one (1) very betrayed cat.

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."

Battle Hearts This Military x Doctor AU was inspired by one of my wonderful readers, Lezza. 💛 I hope you enjoy this journey as much as I loved creating it. Joong and Dunk have been married for years-a quiet, steady kind of love built on routines, inside jokes, late-night dinners, and knowing each other better than anyone else. Their marriage isn't perfect. It's real. Joong serves in the military. Dunk is a doctor. Both have dedicated their lives to helping others, but their jobs come with sacrifices neither of them can control. When Joong receives orders for a high-risk deployment, their world changes overnight. Six months. No communication. No promises except the hope of coming home. As distance grows and uncertainty settles in, both men are forced to face fears they've spent years avoiding. Because sometimes the hardest battles aren't fought on the front lines. Sometimes they're fought in silence. In waiting. In loving someone when every day comes with the possibility of loss. Battle Hearts is a story about love, sacrifice, resilience, and the people who keep choosing each other even when life makes it difficult. Not because love is perfect. But because some people are worth fighting for.

Joong, a chaotic illustrator with a talent for getting into trouble (and absolutely none for getting out of it), has just been kicked out of his apartment. No home, no job, and an ego as crumpled as his T-shirt, he turns to his brother Pond for help. But Pond is drowning in diapers, crying babies, and an identity crisis shaped like newborn twins. The solution comes in the form of a sleep-deprived brother-in-law and one magical sentence: -Go stay at Dunk's. Don't thank me. Just... don't come back.

Dunk never meant to fall for his brother's rival. Joong was everything he should stay away from, arrogantly confident, ridiculously handsome and filthy rich. His brother warned him not to get involved and Dunk genuinely tried to listen. But fate seemed to have other plans. When Joong started working at the same café, avoiding him became impossible. The teasing turned into tension, the tension turned into sparks and suddenly Dunk found himself falling for the one person he was never supposed to want.

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Black Halo is not a hospital. It only wears one. Buried far outside the city, behind locked gates and chapel glass, it houses the criminals the world no longer wants to understand - men too unstable for prison, too dangerous for mercy, too convenient to erase. Inside, they are not healed. They are watched. medicated. restrained. corrected. And in the deepest wing of the institution, beneath the cameras and the crosses, lives Joong Archen. The inmate no one mentions carelessly. The silence at the end of every warning. The thing behind the glass. Then there's Dunk. Sweet face. Bright laugh. Good behavior on paper. A long-term patient trusted with small tasks and sharp corners - files, laundry, medication carts, blood no one wants to talk about. He smiles too easily, jokes at the wrong time, and walks through Black Halo like the locks were built for somebody else. The staff think he's harmless because he looks soft. The patients know better. Because Dunk is not fragile. He is not safe. And he is definitely not afraid. The first time he stops in front of Joong's isolation cell, everyone expects fear. Instead, Dunk smiles. And something inside Black Halo opens its eyes. What starts as curiosity turns into fixation. Then possession. Then something far worse. Because Joong is cold, deliberate violence - and Dunk is chaos dressed up as a sweet boy with a crooked grin. One is feared by the whole institution. The other is underestimated by it. That is the first mistake. In Black Halo, every wing has rules. Every rule has a punishment. And every game ends with someone on the floor. But the most dangerous thing in the building was never the monster behind the glass. It was the boy laughing in front of it.

A 900 Followers Special JoongDunk short story. They have been best friends for five years - acting together, working together, touching too easily, and pretending none of it means more than friendship. But during Songkran, one night of jealousy, alcohol, heat, and buried feelings finally pushes everything too far to ignore. Because Joong loved first. And Dunk is only now realizing he might have loved him all along. A Songkran AU about best friends to lovers, years of unspoken feelings, blurred lines, and one night that changes everything.

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."