"Fucking... asshole..." Dunk cursed under his breath, his body trembling from the overwhelming sensations. Joong leaned in, voice low and vicious against his ear. "That's right," Joong growled, his hips snapping forward, thrusting into Dunk with increasing force. "I am fucking an asshole." For generations, the Boonpraserts and Aydins have stood side by side-two of Thailand's most powerful dynasties, bound by legacy, empire, and an unspoken promise to protect each other's interests. Now, that promise is becoming permanent through the upcoming marriage between the Aydin heir and the Boonpraserts' only daughter. Joong Archen Aydin is everything an heir should be: elegant, obedient, and impossibly perfect-the golden son shaped by legacy and expectation. Dunk Boonprasert, on the other hand, is chaos incarnate. Reckless. Sharp-tongued. The black sheep his family tries to hide behind polished smiles and public image. The two have been enemies since childhood-locked in a lifelong war of petty sabotage, brutal words, and fights that always turned ugly. But everything changes the night Dunk decides to give in to a moment's vulnerability and sleeps with Joong. His sister's fiancé. His lifelong nemesis. The one person he should have never touched.

Can a house be ever a home when the foundation and inspiration behind it no longer exists? Five years ago, P'Payu has gone missing. Rain, in an attempt to escape reality, poured himself in building and finishing the house they both designed. The house is complete but it is as empty as Rain's heart. He is close to giving up. Until he sees a glimpse of hope. A hope quickly tampered by an unexpected play of fate. How many times would Rain have to die inside just so he could be with the man he'd fallen and given his heart to? Important disclaimer: Love in the Air is created by Mame. This is just my attempt to recreate PayuRain in the future because I am not ready to let them go just yet. All characters are Mame's. Events, scenarios, persons, places that may appear similar in this fanfiction are just coincidental. Fanfiction by a fan. Not for sale or anything. :) Cover: screenshot from LoveIntheAir(MeMindY) IMAGINE THIS AS A MOVIE!!! Let's fangirl and interact in Twitter! @master_siomao

Fadel's lips harshly connected with style as he possessed the only light in his dark existence and bound him with himself. Style belonged to him. This is a fadelstyle oneshot English is not my first language so apologizing if any mistakes. please read the note before continuing.

Joong is a world-famous boxer - brutal in the ring, worshipped by fans, but hollow inside. He spends his days training, fighting, and bleeding under the lights, with nothing soft left in his world. Dunk is a pianist and part-time music teacher who rents a studio in the same building as Joong's gym. He doesn't follow sports, doesn't know who Joong is - only that a tired, bruised man keeps lingering by the door after practice, listening to the music he plays. At first, they're opposites: fists vs. keys, violence vs. art. Joong doesn't talk much, but Dunk starts noticing the way he always comes back, sometimes still bleeding, to sit quietly and listen. What begins as silence slowly turns into something deeper - Dunk teaching Joong music as a way to control his rage, Joong teaching Dunk about endurance and discipline. But their worlds clash when Joong's violent career threatens Dunk's quiet life. Dunk sees the man behind the fighter, and Joong starts to wonder if he can be more than just blood and fame - but the cost of being with him might destroy them both.

All about JoongDunk one shot. And maybe drag to few chapters if I got too many idea. All about my imagination. I create a plot and write the story. AI help to express it better. Bare with me

Dunk is a forensic medical examiner who investigates the mysterious death of Joong, But when he examines the body in the autopsy room, it turns out that Joong is actually STILL alive. genre: supernatural, thriller, romance, angst

Joong Archen Aydin had everything. Fame, fortune, and the world at his feet. But when one reckless mistake ruins it all. He was exiled to a quiet mountain village, stripped of everything that once made him untouchable. And then there's Dunk Natachai. The silent boy who doesn't care who Joong is. The boy who looks at him without fear, without awe, like he sees straight through the chaos. Joong should hate it. Instead, he craves it. The more Dunk pulls away, the deeper Joong falls. What started as punishment soon becomes obsession... and Joong isn't sure he ever wants to escape. --- Ig: dunkdynastyyy A small credit goes to my friends who helped me with the storyline and editing cover.

Joong Archen Aydin, a 23-year-old final-year student, is the heir to the powerful and influential Aydin family. Handsome, spoiled, and used to getting what he wants, Joong lives a carefree life, sliding through his mistakes with the help of his family's wealth and connections. His world of luxury and entitlement is shaken when he encounters Dunk Natachai Boonprasert, a 26-year-old young professor at the university, who is dedicated, intelligent, committed to his job and the elder son of the wealthy Boonprasert family, but he rejects using his name for personal gain. While Joong is used to controlling everyone around him, he becomes intrigued by Dunk's unwavering professionalism and calm demeanor. What starts as a challenge to seduce Dunk for one night turns into a battle of wills as Joong's desire deepens, and Dunk finds himself struggling with the growing attraction he's determined to suppress. In a world where power, wealth, and pride are everything, both must confront their own desires and their families' expectations. 📍CREDIT FOR ALL PHOTOS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS 📌 Since English isn't my first language, I use AI to help me express my ideas better. If you notice any mistakes, feel free to let me know! Thank you!

"You'll always be my bro... my special person." That was Joong Archen-affectionate, dramatic, and unapologetically loud in how he loved. He said it with a laugh, locking Dunk Natachai in a playful chokeslam as Dunk tapped frantically at his wrist in a mock protest. But then his tone shifted, laughter softening. "What if... your wife doesn't approve of me in the future?" Dunk coughed out a laugh, brushing it off like he always did with Joong's strange questions and cryptic remarks. That was just Joong-chaotic, unpredictable, somehow always pushing boundaries Dunk never knew he had. They couldn't have been more different. Joong was an extrovert who thrived on attention and late-night chaos; Dunk was an introvert who craved quiet, routine, and peace. But somehow, they worked. They balanced each other-fire and calm, noise and stillness. A friendship that shouldn't have made sense, but did. Until Joong fell in love. He never meant to. But it happened-quietly, completely. And it broke him, because he knew-he knew-his homophobic best friend would never feel the same. Or so he thought. When a moment of vulnerability turned into a mistake too big to ignore, Dunk chose to walk away. 7 years passed. Joong became a rising star-model, singer, and heartthrob. Dunk built an empire of his own as the CEO of Mon Amour, Bangkok's most beloved bakery. Their worlds had changed, but the wounds remained. As they come face-to-face once more, the weight of unspoken words and the sting of broken promises hang heavy between them. Yet, beneath the years of silence and pain lies a bond too deep to be forgotten. As they rebuild what was broken, their journey becomes one of rediscovery-not just of each other, but of themselves. The past collides with the present as they explore if love, when it's real, can survive time, heartbreak, and fear. Because real love doesn't fade. It waits-for the right moment to begin again.

He was there. I could feel him, even though I couldn't see him. I could smell his cologne, I could hear his loud breathing. I could feel his gaze on me, burning on my skin, my body, my soul. It was like a torture. A blissful torture.