Joong rules the Bangkok underground. Undefeated on the asphalt, lethal in the fighting cages, and universally feared on his university campus, he is untouchable. He has never lost a fight, and he has certainly never lost a race-until a nameless, masked driver in a borrowed Supra tears his perfect streak to shreds and vanishes into the neon-lit night, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of expensive fabric softener and a bruised ego. Dunk Boonprasert is the picture of aristocratic perfection. As the tightly controlled son of a powerful governor, his daytime life is a suffocating series of rules, expectations, and icy indifference. But underneath the tailored clothes and deadpan exterior lies "Nova"-a legendary, adrenaline-fueled street racer from the northern mountains who uses the asphalt as his only escape. Now, Joong is utterly obsessed. Driven by wounded pride and a dark, consuming fascination, he is determined to tear the city apart to find the phantom who humiliated him on his own track. What the undisputed king of the streets doesn't realize is that the ghost he is hunting isn't hiding in the shadows. He is sitting right next to him in his daytime engineering lectures, hiding behind a flawless, untouchable mask of wealth. A dangerous, high-stakes game of cat and mouse begins-and the only thing moving faster than the cars is their inevitable collision.

Joong Archen works at the Natachai company as nothing more than a regular employee. Quiet. Poor. Easy to overlook. Dunk Natachai is the chairman's son - rich, beautiful, reckless, and the kind of person who treats love like a game he already won before it even started. And Joong falls for him anyway. Not because Dunk is kind. Not because Dunk deserves it. But because Dunk knows exactly how to make himself feel impossible to leave. A soft voice after midnight. A jealous look that lasts one second too long. A kiss that feels real until morning comes and Dunk pretends it meant nothing. That is how he keeps Joong. Never enough to call it love. Always enough to keep him waiting. While Dunk disappears into other nights, other people, other bodies, Joong stays behind rebuilding the pieces of himself Dunk keeps breaking apart. Because the cruelest thing about Dunk is not that he hurts Joong. It is that he knows exactly how much Joong loves him - and uses it anyway. But love built on crumbs cannot survive forever. And one day, after too many lies and too many chances, Joong reaches the point where he still loves Dunk... ...but cannot survive him anymore. And for the first time in his life, Dunk Natachai learns that sometimes the person who forgives the most is also the one who leaves for real. _______ Story wish inspired by: @odronatachai ♡ Thank you for trusting me with your idea and letting me turn it into something of my own. While the original inspiration came from the request above, the entire storyline, plot, character development, emotional arcs, scenes, dialogues, and overall structure of this AU were fully created and written by me.

In a world where omegas are rare and often "matched" through dowries, Joong, a lonely alpha with modest means, never imagined he'd find someone like Dunk. When a matchmaker presents him with an older, clever, and self-assured omega, Joong thinks he's merely rescuing Dunk from a less-than-ideal fate-but the omega proves to be far more than he expected. As Dunk settles into Joong's home, he quickly establishes himself as both indispensable and irresistible. Their days fill with flirtation, laughter, domestic chaos, and tender vulnerability, as they navigate pride, grief, and the boundaries of trust.

Dunk wakes up with no memories, no past... and absolutely no sense of personal space. One minute he's lost and alone... the next, he's living with 5 very complicated alphas who have way too many issues and not nearly enough boundaries. There's Joong, the calm (but secretly unraveling) doctor. Santa, who clings like a human blanket. Perth, who pretends he doesn't feel things (he does). Pond, who's too busy failing at flirting with a certain barista. ... and Pepper... who should have stayed gone. Dunk just wants food, warmth, and maybe a little affection. Unfortunately, he's about to become the center of everyone's problems. And the more he smiles, the worse it gets.

Silk and Secrets JoongDunk AU Dunk serves the powerful Archen family with perfect loyalty. Calm. Efficient. Untouchable. But everything begins to change the moment someone else decides they want him. Typhoon sees Dunk as a prize to be taken. Joong sees him as something that already belongs to him. In a world of wealth, power, and quiet control, one mark is enough to start a war. Some secrets are wrapped in silk. And some loyalties are far more dangerous than love.

It was just a dare. Just one kiss. Just one night. Joong still calls himself straight. Dunk still pretends it meant nothing. But nothing doesn't come with jealousy, late-night touches and the kind of tension that ruins friendships. Friends with benefits was supposed to be easy. Catching feelings wasn't part of the deal.

"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.

Dunk, the last trueblood Omega, has survived seven years in hiding-masking his scent and his power. Joong, the feared Fullblood Alpha of the Shadowfang pack, swore he would claim the myth... never expecting to find the man. Dragged into Shadowfang's fold, Dunk fights to keep his secrets while Joong battles his own darkness. But as lies unravel and enemies close in, fate leaves them only one choice: to stand together-or be torn apart. #joongdunk

Joong, a supernatural Enigma, is sent to Earth to find his fated mate and future - only to discover that Dunk, a seemingly normal human, is the hidden Omega who could change everything. Their bond could save both worlds... or tear them apart. #1 joongarchen #1 Joongdunk #1 dunknatachai

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."