Dunk and Phuwin were childhood best friends, bound like the Sun and Moon-Dunk, the warm and radiant extrovert, and F Phuwin, the quiet, comforting introvert. Their friendship deepened in high school when they met Joong and Pond, forming an inseparable bond. But everything changed 5 years ago in college. Just before graduation, Dunk killed himself and was found dead hanging in their favorite hideout, leaving behind only questions and heartbreak. Five years later, the t three reunite on the anniversary of Dunk's death, determined to uncover the truth, They found out the reason for everything Duck did and why he did it. They finally found all the answers but some ghosts never rest and some friendships refuse to die. They can't get over it one day while returning from bar they had a accident and wakeup in past one night before dunk death, now they have to save dunk without anyone else finding out. this will be a Dunk X joong X pond X phuwin relationship

Prince Joong is used to getting what he wants-he's an alpha, the future king, and far too arrogant to believe anyone could ever tame him. Then come the three omegas. Pond, who smiles sweetly as he pulls Joong apart. Dunk, who whispers commands that leave Joong breathless. Phuwin, who punishes disobedience with a kiss and a smirk. They don't want his crown. They want his body. His submission. His soul. And Joong? He swore no omega would ever touch him. Now he's begging for their hands. Three omegas. One alpha. And no safe word in sight.

Phuwin and Dunk are inseparable best friends, their bond forged since childhood. When Dunk is forced into an engagement with Pond, Phuwin's secret crush, he buries his feelings to support his friend. However, his resolve shatters when he and Pond share a passionate, secret hookup-which started before the engagement was announced. They continue their affair in the shadows, a dangerous game that leaves Phuwin increasingly guilty. Desperate to escape his feelings for Pond, Phuwin gets tangled with Joong, Pond's best friend who has long harbored a crush on him. What starts as a distraction becomes something more, complicating everything. Now, Phuwin is caught in a love square, torn between his secret desires and his loyalty to his best friend. Can he protect Dunk's heart without breaking two others-and his own-in the process? A joylada fanfic❤️ This is a work of fiction and contains mature themes. All characters are not related to real life actors at all and is purely fictional.

Just A Bit Lethal Book 1 (The Wicked Game Series) Can a man who doesn't feel learn to fall in love? "They call him a sociopath. They say he feels nothing. So why do I struggle to breathe when he looks at me?" The Setup: Joong Archen Aydin (Turkish) agrees to fake dating his billionaire boss Sky Wongravee Nateetorn in Istanbul to help him dodge a forced marriage in his boss's home country Thailand. And also find out who wants to kill his boss. The Catch: The boss's family is a ruthless mafia clan, and a deadly coup is in motion. The Problem: The main suspect is Naravit "Pond" Lertratkosum his boss's half-brother, a cold, dangerously attractive man who treats lives like a game of chess. Joong knows Pond is a threat. He knows Pond might plan to kill them all. But when the trap is set and blood starts to flow, Joong has no one else to rely on. Trapped together on the run, a normal life fades away. Lost in a whirlwind of strong desire, trauma, and desperate survival, Joong becomes completely hooked on the dark, toxic protection of a man who can't love but will destroy everything to keep him alive. A dark MM mafia romance with fake dating, intense hurt/comfort, and an emotionally stunted anti-hero who discovers his singular obsession..

Some people study for grades. Some people study for glory. And some people study you. - The university gates are older than him, older than most cities, and Joong thinks they look like something out of a dream. Gold-lettered. Grand. Intimidating. He's thirty minutes early, wearing the sunshine-yellow sweater his sister insisted was his "lucky charm" for first impressions. There's a little sweat under his collar. A lot of hope clinging to his chest. New job. New campus. A chance to do something that matters. He rehearses his introduction under his breath as he walks through the corridor. "Good morning, I'm Professor Joong-no, too stiff-Hi, I'm Joong, and I'll be your-ugh, too casual-" His thoughts are interrupted by the sight of students walking past, bright-eyed, laughing, full of potential. And then one student-him. A flash of crisp uniform. Black hair that shines too clean under the light. A stride too precise to be accidental. He's talking to someone, nodding politely, smiling just enough to seem approachable-but there's a wall behind that face. A polished, perfect wall. Joong doesn't know his name yet. Not officially. But he knows this: That boy is the kind people write scholarship recommendations for before they even graduate. The kind that carries the university's reputation on his shoulders and makes it look like silk. "That's Dunk," someone whispers beside him. "Student Council President. Top of the class. Literally the best we have."

The streets were loud. Always loud. Always hungry. Dunk's body ached. His stomach had stopped growling days ago - as if even it had given up. The city didn't care who fell on its concrete. Not when there were parties to attend and purses to clutch. He sat curled against a rusted lamppost, wrapped in a rag that used to be a shirt, eyes barely open, mind long past caring. The world had turned grayscale. Then it happened. A voice-young, sharp, bubbling with laughter-floated from across the sidewalk. Talk of brands and boutiques, a string of designer names like spells: "Prada, Gucci, Balenciaga-no, not that again, please-" and then... footsteps slowed. A boy, maybe 14, with warm skin and a smile too bright for this city, stepped forward. He wasn't dressed in gold, but his confidence shimmered. His eyes flickered to Dunk, just for a second. He didn't say a word. He just walked up, pulled out a packet of food from his glittery tote bag, and placed it beside Dunk. Then a folded bill-crisp, blue, too generous. He turned, already laughing again with his friends as they walked away. He never looked back. But Dunk... Dunk never stopped looking. ⸻ Thirteen years later. The party pulsed like a vein, neon and expensive. Chandeliers trembled with bass. Flutes of champagne floated past on silver trays. Everyone glittered, but no one glowed. Dunk stood by the entrance in a tailored black-on-black ensemble that screamed "touch me and die, but take a photo first." A soft silk scarf looped around his neck like smoke. Rings on every finger. The room shrank when he walked in. "Who invited the bodyguard in Chanel?" a voice snapped across the room. Dunk's eyes turned, slow and hungry. There he was. Joong. Older. Wilder. Dressed like sin on sale. Lips curled in mischief, eyes narrowed like he already knew he'd be the problem tonight. Dunk's breath didn't hitch. He didn't melt. He smiled.

Joong never believed in love. Not until his sister's brother-in-law walked into his mansion. Tall, gentle, beautiful - Dunk was everything Joong never knew he could want. And once Joong wanted something... He always found a way to have it. Even if he had to lie, smile, and bleed for it. In a world where innocence is a weapon and obsession wears a soft face, how far would you go to make the one you love yours? Even if they never chose you. 

Some nights exist only to be misunderstood. They wear loud music and dim lights like disguises, convincing people that nothing important can happen under neon and spilled drinks. They pretend to be forgettable. Disposable. A pause between ordinary days. But fate has always loved crowded rooms. It likes witnesses. It likes chaos. It likes when people aren't paying attention Joong didn't believe in destiny. He believed in momentum. Life, to him, was a series of impulses stitched together by charm and instinct. You leaned forward, smiled first, spoke faster than your doubt. If you hesitated, you lost. If you joked, people stayed. If you left before things got serious, no one could hurt you. This philosophy had worked beautifully so far. Tonight, however, was not his idea of beautiful. He was wedged into a booth at the corner of the bar, one leg bouncing, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against a sweating glass. Across from him sat heartbreak in human form, mascara smudged, voice trembling, telling the same story for the fourth time. "He went to her," his friend, Pond said, breath hitching dramatically, "like I wasn't even there." Joong nodded. Again. Supportively. He had mastered this nod. It said I hear you without promising I agree. The bar hummed around them. Laughter burst and dissolved. Someone cheered near the dance floor. The bass vibrated through the floorboards, steady and insistent, like a second heartbeat. Joong leaned back, scanning the room out of habit more than interest. He catalogued exits. People. Energy. It was a survival instinct disguised as casual observation. Pond sniffed, gripping his wrist suddenly, "he's here." Joong's gaze snapped back. "Here as in... here here?" He nodded, eyes glinting with wounded determination. "I wouldn't lie about that." That, at least, was true. He leaned closer, lowering her voice like they were plotting a crime. "I want him to feel it. Just once. What he did to me."

This isn't "bad boy who's secretly good.- This is "bad man who could destroy nations and still casually ask for your number because you caught his interest." He's seductive like silk wrapped around a dagger. He makes Joong feel safe and terrified at the same time. Because when he says, "You're interesting," you just know something in the timeline has shifted. He's not evil for the sake of it. He's a pragmatic chaos curator. He solves impossible problems for the highest bidder, or just for fun. He has no loyalties-until maybe Joong becomes his first. And Joong? Joong is the one wild card he never planned for. He didn't expect Joong to matter. But now that Joong does, he'll burn down every algorithm he's ever built to keep him close. 

'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.