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."

Joong Knight is a cold, ruthless CEO known for crushing deals and never smiling-until the night he tastes the best fried chicken of his life in a hole-in-the-wall shop. Behind the counter? Dunk Moreau-grease-stained shirt, cocky grin, and thighs that could end empires. One bite turns into obsession. Now Joong's rearranging board meetings, buying out real estate, and making billion-dollar moves just to be near the man who doesn't even know he's being hunted admired. Dunk just wants to run his chicken shop in peace. But with a hot, mysterious suit showing up daily and watching him like he's the last meal on earth, peace is officially off the menu. When obsession meets temptation, and fried chicken meets forbidden heat- Will Jett run from the man with too much power and too many feelings? Or will he let himself be devoured, body and heart? "Thighs & Ties" is a spicy BxB romantic comedy full of greasy fingers, CEO thirst, clingy obsession, and the kind of heat that only happens in and out of the kitchen.

Phuwin and Dunk have been inseparable since childhood - walking to class together, eating together, laughing together... basically living in each other's pockets. To everyone else, they look like a couple. Unfortunately, that includes Joong and Pond. Joong has been quietly (and painfully) crushing on Dunk for months. Pond is head over heels for Phuwin but refuses to admit it. So when Joong and Pond both misunderstand the situation and think Phuwin and Dunk are dating, they join forces in the most chaotic alliance ever: Operation: Break Them Up. What follows is pure university-level disaster: • Joong "accidentally" pulling Dunk away from Phuwin • Pond dragging Phuwin in the opposite direction • Suspicious group study sessions • Failed matchmaking attempts • Jealousy, panic, and way too many misunderstandings • Dunk and Phuwin being confused 24/7 • And two idiots (Joong and Pond) slowly losing their minds But when everything explodes in dramatic confessions and chaotic honesty, the truth finally comes out: Phuwin and Dunk? Best friends. Not lovers. Joong and Dunk? Definitely something. Pond and Phuwin? Maybe everything. A funny, messy, heart-fluttering university AU about love, friendships, and misunderstandings that go way too far. 💛 ✨Credits✨ This story was wished by DivineD18, and honestly... the idea was just too cute to ignore. Since it's Joylada-style chaos, I thought - you know what? Let me give this a shot. The plot, storyline, emotions, and full development are completely created by me. I really hope you're going to like this version, Divine18. Thank you for trusting me with your wish. ❤️✨

'He thought he was just there to serve tea. Not tail.' 📚 World Setup- The kingdom of Velcrist is ruled by a centuries-old beastkin monarchy. Humans and beastkin coexist, but their customs differ wildly. Beastkin traditions-especially those around mating, courting, and status-are elaborate, ancient, and often ridiculous. Most humans think they're just outdated rituals. The royal family is composed of high-ranking beastkin-each descended from powerful, semi-divine ancestral lines. Dunk, the youngest prince, is a panther beastkin with a temper, a crown, and a very... selective mating instinct. He's seen as cold and untamable. Until Joong. ---- 🎭 Main Characters: 👑 Dunk- Beastkin prince. Panther line. Sharp-tongued, terrifying in battle, bored of royal life. Emotionally constipated but romantically intense. Scent-marking Joong without realizing it's not normal. ☕ Joong- Human. Hired as Dunk's personal butler. Just wants to keep his job, drink tea, and not die. Snarky, unshakable, oddly good at handling beastkin politics. Has no idea he's being courted.

He forgot a lot. Just not the feeling of him. Sugar & Sweat - Book Two: Forget Me Not continues Joong and Dunk's story after everything changes in the worst possible way. Some people lose memories. Some lose timing. Some lose the person standing right in front of them and don't even realize it. Joong can't remember what mattered. Dunk remembers too much. And somewhere between silence, distance, and the unbearable closeness of someone who feels familiar but looks at you like a stranger, they are forced into something harder than falling in love: waiting. wondering. hurting. hoping. Because the mind can fail. But the body remembers. A scent. A touch. A flower. A feeling that refuses to die just because a memory disappeared. Forget Me Not is about love after rupture. About the cruelty of being remembered by heart but not by name. And about what happens when one person forgets the story- but the other still has to live inside it.

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.

Sugar & Sweat Book One - The Beginning of Us (Boxer x Pâtissier) Joong Archen is built from violence and survival. The crowd calls him The Black Reaper-a fighter who wins with blood on his knuckles and silence in his eyes. He doesn't drink. He doesn't party. He doesn't let anyone close. Dunk Natachai is the opposite: warm hands, soft heart, a pastry shop that tastes like heaven and feels like safety. He believes in big love the way some people believe in religion-quietly, stubbornly, painfully. When a stupid bet pushes Joong into Dunk's orbit, it should be simple. Thirty days. A game. A distraction. But the moment Joong steps into Dunk's shop, something cracks. Dunk smells like vanilla and home. Like a memory Joong buried when he was eight. And Dunk-without knowing why-starts to feel it too. A childhood promise. A blue flower ring. A boy in a treehouse who once whispered: You're my yellow. Now they're adults, and the world is sharper. Joong's grief is a loaded weapon. Dunk's softness is a target. And the closer they get, the more dangerous it becomes-because Joong's darkness is real... ...and Dunk might be the only thing that can pull him back. If the truth doesn't destroy them first.

They went to Rome as friends. Joong kept his distance. Dunk tried to pretend nothing had changed. But it had. Between fanmeetings, stolen glances, jealous moments, and one too many silences, something started to break - and then burn.