Dunk was never meant to stay unnoticed. What began as instinct and raw genius pulled him into the professional gaming world, where talent alone was never enough to survive. Pressure followed. So did ghosts of a past that taught him how easily trust could break and people could leave. The team gave him a place. Joong disrupted his balance. Sharp-minded, controlled, and dangerously observant, Joong was everything Dunk wasn't trying to deal with. Where Dunk was sassy, guarded, and impulsive, Joong was precise, quiet, and unwavering. Joong didn't force his way into his world-he simply stood there, steady, waiting to see if he'd let him in. But in a world where everyone watches, every mistake echoes louder. Will Dunk risk his heart again? Will Joong's patience outlast his fear? When sass meets sharp edges, and hearts collide mid-game, only one question remains- Is love just another risk... or the win he never planned for?

Dunk has spent years in the ER saving people on the edge of death-but the one they rush in at 2:17 a.m. shatters every rule he's learned to live by. A stranger, carved open by knives, grazed by a bullet, and covered in scars that speak of a life soaked in violence. A stranger who should mean nothing to him... yet the moment Dunk touches him to stop the bleeding, something beneath his calm fractures. A pull he can't name. A memory he shouldn't have. Then the stranger's eyes snap open-wild, unnervingly aware-and all the noise of the ER seems to fall away. He looks at Dunk not like a doctor, not like a rescuer, but like a man who he had lost ... and never stopped searching for. Before Dunk can move, the stranger seizes his wrist with a desperate strength. "Dunk... please don't disappear ever again." Words that make no sense-yet feel like a grief he's already lived. And just as suddenly, the man collapses. Unconscious. Dying. Leaving Dunk with a bruised wrist, bloodstained gloves, and a question that claws at him long after the gurney disappears into the ICU: How can a dying stranger say he's already lost Dunk once... and why does some part of Dunk believe him? As secrets surface, memories blur, and danger coils closer, Dunk is about to discover that the man he saved isn't a stranger at all-just the key to a past he doesn't remember... and a future someone is willing to kill for. Mafia Boss Joong X Doctor Dunk AU

"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 Natachai was the only sign of weakness in the otherwise cold household of Boonprasert family. An omega born in a family full of Alpha's, he was resented and looked down upon in his own family. The Boonprasert's were one of the leading Mafia families of Bangkok. They were know for their ruthful and cold behaviour. To expand their business they made a deal with none other than JOONG ARCHEN AYDIN The heir to the Aydin's family : the oldest Mafia leading family of Thailand. Fear is the first thing people register when they hear Joong's name. Respect is something he recieves without saying a word. People straighten absent mindedly when they hear his name. He's a myth in an otherwise full of life country. Though for Joong everything around him stilled the moment his eyes landed on Dunk : the beautiful omega whose eyes carried a hint of defiance and bravery in them. Joong didn't do romance in the way normal people would, instead he gathered information about Dunk : his name, which family he came from, his personality. He made a deal with the Boonprasert's in order to own Dunk. After all wasted attempts of thriving for freedom Dunk was married off to the coldest man the world has ever known. But Dunk remained indifferent towards the concept of this contractual fake marriage. Will Dunk ever think of this Marriage as more than just a contract? Or will he keep fighting for the freedom he never got?

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

Joong believed marriage was redemption. Proof that surviving still meant something. The wedding is flawless-marble floors, crystal lights, perfection in every detail. Joong walks down the aisle alone, dressed in white, smiling softly beneath the lights. He is alone not because he has no family, but because they chose not to stand beside him. At the altar waits Dunk Natachai-the man Joong has loved since he was fourteen. Older, composed, unreachable once, and now impossibly his husband. For a moment, it feels like a miracle. Until Joong reaches him. Dunk does not extend his hand. The pause is small, barely noticeable, but Joong feels it instantly-a warning where warmth should have been. The vows are spoken. Applause fills the hall. The kiss is brief, polite, and wrong. Then Dunk leans close and whispers, meant only for him: "Welcome to hell, husband." Joong's smile does not break. He has learned how to smile even when something inside him goes completely still. What follows is not a love story, but a marriage that becomes a sentence rather than a sanctuary. Hope turns into control. Affection fades into cruelty. Silence replaces devotion. This is not a story about a wedding, but about a fall. And whether Joong survives it remains unanswered.

(my version) Dunk Natachai, 23, is a sunshine-hearted disaster of a final-year student-too loud, too emotional, too messy for his own good. His life is already chaos when he crashes into a stranger in a black suit and ruins his entire assignment. The stranger doesn't apologize. Doesn't blink. Doesn't even pause. Dunk curses him for days... until he walks into his new internship and finds that same man sitting at the top of the biggest company in the city- Joong Archen, 33. CEO. Brilliant. Untouchable. And once married... until tragedy turned his heart to stone. Years ago, Joong lost the only person he ever loved in a fire he couldn't reach in time. Since then, he's built walls no one can climb, choosing silence over connection, cruelty over vulnerability. And then Dunk appears-messy, bright, talkative, alive-everything Joong swore he would never let near him again. Joong should ignore him. He should push him away. He should pretend he feels nothing. Instead, he personally selects Dunk to work under him. What begins as irritation turns into obsession neither of them understands. Dunk, who fills every room with warmth, slowly breaks under Joong's cold indifference. Joong, who has forgotten what it means to feel, finds himself watching Dunk too closely, protecting him too quietly, wanting him too deeply. But jealousy burns. Trauma wounds. And fate is cruel. A panic attack in a trapped elevator. A confession made in anger. A sick day that cracks a frozen heart open. A fire that almost repeats the tragedy Joong spent years trying to forget. When Dunk's life hangs by a thread, Joong finally breaks- "I couldn't save him... I can't lose you too." A slow-burn Thai BL romance filled with raw emotion, heartbreak, healing, and the impossible love between a man who stopped believing in tomorrow and the intern who accidentally taught him how to live again.