A ruthless mafia boss hiding in plain sight. An undercover cop consumed by a feral obsession. Dunk thought he was hiring a bodyguard. A human shield to protect him from the crossfire of the underground. He didn't know he was inviting his worst enemy and the greatest predator right into his bedroom. Joong thought he was playing a role. A calculated seduction to dismantle a criminal empire from the inside out. He didn't know he was about to risk his career, his freedom, and his life for the very man he was supposed to put in chains. In a world where one wrong move means death, falling in love is the most dangerous crime of all.

Long before the rich scent of vanilla bean and spun sugar filled La Crème de la Crème, the universe played a quiet, ruthless game of balance. There were three players, though none sat at the same table. I. The Prisoner of Memory: Inside the painted Chateau de la Lune, the clock had been dead for a hundred years. Joong, a Vampire King five centuries old, stood before the grand, symmetrical windows. He had broken the fabric of time to keep a single night alive, only to be trapped inside his own creation. Outside his painted cage, his kingdom-the Stilled Val-Noctis-was burning. His ruthless step-brother, Dew, sat as a false regent on a stolen throne, while Joong's last loyal vanguards, Gemini and Fourth, fought a desperate, century-long shadow war to keep the true King's legacy alive. While he was doomed to eternally relive the exquisite elegance of a world without the man who painted it. II. The Architect of Balance: Far away, in the starless cracks of the cosmos, the Ancient One kept watch. He was the enforcer of nature's laws, the one who locked the cage. He did not sleep, nor did he care for the petty, bloody wars of vampires. He knew that even immortals have a fatal flaw, and he waited for the inevitable moment the frozen King would find a new reason to hope-so he could finally strike. III. The Key: Decades later, the warm aroma of caramelized sugar filled the brightly lit kitchen of La Crème de la Crème. Dunk wiped a streak of flour from his forehead, listening to the quiet, comforting hum of his ovens. He was just a brilliant pastry chef, fiercely protected by his closest friends, Phuwin and Pond-a defector vampire and his human anchor who hid in the daylight. Dunk remained completely unaware of their cold skin, just as he was unaware that the blood in his own veins was the ink of an ancient spell. What happens when a universe built on absolute balance collides with a mortal who doesn't know those rules exist? The clock starts ticking.

This is a collection of JoongDunk Oneshot stories. They are all just my delulu thoughts. Each story has a different scenario. JoongDunk is the main leads.

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."

Four years after a painful breakup, photographer Joong unexpectedly reunites with his ex Dunk at an engagement party. Old flames reignite, but Dunk is engaged to a woman-for money, not love. Torn between family duty and true happiness, Dunk must choose: repeat his past mistakes or fight for Joong this time.

Joong has a problem. His friends won't stop asking when he's going to lose his virginity, and honestly? He's starting to wonder too. Dunk, being the best friend in the entire universe, offers a solution: they'll do it together. What could possibly go wrong?

Love was never safe. But it was always theirs. When Dunk, heir to a powerful family, is forced into an arranged engagement with Joong - cold, feared, and born of the mafia - secrets unravel. A hidden past. A deadly enemy. And a child that changes everything. In a world of blood, betrayal, and stolen choices... Love becomes war. #1 dunknatachai #1 taynew #1 thailand #1 Dunk #1 earthmix

Dunk and Joong are childhood best friends. They have known each other their whole life. Right now they are in college. Things starts to get complicated when Dunk introduces his bf to Joong and Joong seems to question his feelings. Let's see how this journey of being friends to lovers unfold for them. Some parts of story may contain things that might trigger some people. I would give warning in the starting of chapter. Please remember that it's a fictional story. I don't claim that any of this story to be true.

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.

There was nothing casual about the way Joong held Dunk until he fell asleep. Nothing casual about the kisses, the shared clothes, the key to his apartment, or the way Joong had memorized the rhythm of Dunk's breathing. But whenever someone asked, Joong always gave the same answer. They weren't together. They weren't in love. It was only casual. And Dunk could pretend that was enough-until loving Joong began to hurt more than losing him ever could.