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 Most humans think they're just outdated rituals.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.

They met at university. Dunk came from power and privilege - now a brilliant defense lawyer fighting for the innocent and the forgotten. Joong came from violence, survival, and nothing - now a feared criminal with no mercy left to give. For five years, they tried to meet in the middle. Dunk gave warmth. Joong gave protection. Neither said it, but both needed the other more than they were willing to admit. Then on May 22nd, Dunk's mother accused Joong of stealing. And Dunk hesitated. He didn't defend him. He didn't believe him. Joong disappeared that night and came back as someone else- Colder. Smarter. Unreachable. The kind of man who doesn't ask twice, who tortures before talking, who doesn't love anymore. Four years later, they don't speak. But when Joong bleeds, he knocks. And Dunk still opens the door. Every time. No explanations. No forgiveness. Just sex, silence, and the scars neither of them treat. This isn't a second chance. This is everything that never healed.

A new apartment. A cheap rent. A fresh start. That's all Dunk Natachai wanted after his breakup. But the neighbors aren't just strange - they're unsettling. Smiling too wide. Watching too closely. Calling him things he never told them. And next door lives Joong Archen. A man who never leaves traces. A name whispered in FBI files. A ghost who shouldn't exist. Dunk's best friend swears it's safe. Dunk wants to believe him. But when the walls feel too thin, the hallways too quiet, and the neighbors too interested... He realizes he didn't move into a home. He stepped into a cage.

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.

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.