For ten long years, stretching all the way back to high school, Dunk has been secretly in love with Joong. Their eyes had never even met, let alone his feelings ever standing a chance of being returned. Now, Dunk is a celebrated, popular novelist, while Joong has become a top American football star. Their worlds were never meant to cross-but everything changed that night. Dunk never expected the elite athlete to be the one to approach him. "Actually, I'm a huge fan of your work..." What on earth is he even talking about!?

"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.

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.

After five years of losing contacts, Joong can finally meet again with his old friend, Dunk. Later he knew, Dunk had already forgotten him completely, not because he wanted to but because of the dementia he had suffered. [i originally wrote this as a seventeen fanfiction, i just rewrote it for Joongdunk]

Overlay [verb]: to cover something with a layer of something else Everyone has their dirty little secret, right? An ordinary office worker like Dunk Natachai also has one thing that he keeps for himself for so long, it is his guilty pleasure. And it was all fine until one day his path collided again with an A-list actor singer named Joong Archen who looks like has so many problems in his hands. They meet, they talk, they kiss, they fight, they have sex, and they... share another dirty little secret, but this time, together.

Three extraordinary Omega triplets, bound by blood, yet destined for very different lives. A mysterious prince struggling to understand an identity beyond classification. And a powerful tycoon with an obsession he cannot control. Some bonds are destined. Others are forced. And some are never meant to be broken.

He thought he was a monster destined for the dark. He didn't know someone was already falling to catch him. Joong Archen is a man caged by his own mind. Ruthless, fiercely possessive, and haunted by fragmented nightmares he can't quite explain, he operates in a world of raw, dangerous chaos. He is a predator convinced that his darkness will ultimately destroy anyone who gets too close. Then he meets Dunk. Ethereal, pure heart, and completely unfazed by the billionaire's sharp edges, Dunk is the only one who doesn't flinch. Instead, he steps right into the fire. There is an inexplicable power in the way Dunk looks at him-an unconditional devotion that feels impossibly familiar, as if he crossed the universe just to stand by Joong's side. But Dunk is harboring a breathtaking secret. As unseen enemies begin to close in, desperate to shatter their sanctuary, Joong must face the darkest, most terrifying parts of his own mind to protect the only warmth he has ever known. How do you save a man who thinks he is a monster? You fall into the dark right beside him. [Inspired by Troye Sivan's "Angel Baby" and A Chinese short drama "mission: Love"

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.

Dunk, a young college student who is envious of others who are in love. He wants it but doesn't go around seeking it but observes it in secret. His life changes when he's invited to a bar by his senior and meets mysterious but handsome Joong Archen and develops an unwanted crush and undeniable attraction to him. The two men have different worlds and Dunk is smart to never cross it but Dunk can't help but wanting to know the mysteries and dark aura behind the mischievous man. ⚠️Warning⚠️ 🔞 Smut, Abuse, and Profanity Started: 4/24/25 Ended: