Phuwin and Dunk have been inseparable since childhood - walking to class together, eating together, laughing together... basically living in each other's pockets. To everyone else, they look like a couple. Unfortunately, that includes Joong and Pond. Joong has been quietly (and painfully) crushing on Dunk for months. Pond is head over heels for Phuwin but refuses to admit it. So when Joong and Pond both misunderstand the situation and think Phuwin and Dunk are dating, they join forces in the most chaotic alliance ever: Operation: Break Them Up. What follows is pure university-level disaster: • Joong "accidentally" pulling Dunk away from Phuwin • Pond dragging Phuwin in the opposite direction • Suspicious group study sessions • Failed matchmaking attempts • Jealousy, panic, and way too many misunderstandings • Dunk and Phuwin being confused 24/7 • And two idiots (Joong and Pond) slowly losing their minds But when everything explodes in dramatic confessions and chaotic honesty, the truth finally comes out: Phuwin and Dunk? Best friends. Not lovers. Joong and Dunk? Definitely something. Pond and Phuwin? Maybe everything. A funny, messy, heart-fluttering university AU about love, friendships, and misunderstandings that go way too far. 💛 ✨Credits✨ This story was wished by DivineD18, and honestly... the idea was just too cute to ignore. Since it's Joylada-style chaos, I thought - you know what? Let me give this a shot. The plot, storyline, emotions, and full development are completely created by me. I really hope you're going to like this version, Divine18. Thank you for trusting me with your wish. ❤️✨

Dunk is the definition of gentle - soft-spoken, polite, hardworking, and painfully innocent. A scholarship med student juggling two jobs, he still brings soup to his mum after every shift. She's all he has. His whole world. When she suddenly collapses and needs emergency surgery, Dunk's life shatters. The cost is impossible. The hospital refuses to move without payment. No savings. No family. No time. And that's when Joong walks in. Joong - the city's most feared mafia heir. Cold. Ruthless. Emotionless. Except the moment he sees Dunk... something snaps. An obsession. Fierce. Immediate. Consuming. Dunk knows none of this. He only hears Joong's offer: "I'll pay everything - the surgery, treatment, private hospital. No limits. No debt. In return... you belong to me." Joong doesn't want money, favors, or work. He wants Dunk - the sweet, innocent boy who has no idea how dangerous he is. Dunk is terrified. But he's also a son watching his mother slip away. He signs. And Joong's obsession begins. • Moves Dunk into his penthouse • Controls where he goes, who he talks to, how late he's out • Drives him to university every morning • Assigns a "driver" who is actually a bodyguard • Threatens anyone who raises their voice at Dunk • Attends every hospital appointment • Watches him study like prayer Dunk is too soft, too pure, too good for Joong's world - and that only makes Joong more possessive. Anyone who looks too long disappears. Anyone who flirts regrets it. Anyone who challenges Joong's claim pays for it. Dunk was supposed to hate him. But Joong is gentle with him in ways no one expects - quiet, protective, almost fragile when Dunk is near. Because Dunk isn't just Joong's obsession. He's the last piece of innocence Joong has left. And Joong will burn the entire city before he lets him go. This isn't a love story. It's the story of a sweet boy who needed help... and the mafia man who chose to own him, protect him, and love him - to the edge of

Darker Book Description (Possession • Abduction • Psychological Horror Romance) Joong Archen didn't just escape prison. He dragged his world with him- his violent inner circle of killers and loyal monsters... and the only person he refuses to live without: Dunk Natachai - the chairman's son. His obsession. His fixation. His chosen captive. Dunk isn't just abducted. He's claimed. Joong stole him with the same certainty he kills: calmly, brutally, without a second thought. To Joong, Dunk is not a hostage. Not a lover. Not a man with a life outside. Dunk is property. Marked. Tracked. Owned. And Joong loves him with the kind of devotion that splits reality open: • jealous enough to kill a stranger for looking at Dunk • gentle enough to kiss Dunk's throat after hurting him • insane enough to believe Dunk was always meant to be his Now Dunk is trapped in a world where love is violence, affection is control, and safety is whatever mood Joong wakes up in. Every attempt to escape is met with tenderness twisted into terror. Every desperate plea turns into another reason for Joong to hold him tighter. Every night brings a new kind of intimacy- some forced, some wanted, all dangerous. And the worst part? Dunk is starting to feel something back. The fear. The heat. The pull. The craving for the man he should hate. The comfort in the arms of the monster he swears he'll run from. Is it survival? Is it trauma? Is it the beginning of loving the man who stole him? Or is Dunk turning into exactly what Joong always wanted- a partner in madness? Because in Joong's world, there is no escape. No freedom. No mercy. Only obsession. Only possession. Only the darkness Joong built around them both- A darkness Dunk may never crawl out of.

Playing with Fire - Black Orchid Book One Hitman × Escort × Informant Chicago has a club that rich people don't admit they visit. Black Orchid-velvet rooms, private rules, and a price for everything. Joong is the city's cleanest hitman. Quiet. Precise. Untouchable. The kind of man who doesn't threaten-he finishes. Dunk is Black Orchid's most dangerous escort. Not because he's soft. Because he's smart. He knows how to survive men who think money makes them gods. Then the police corner Dunk and turn him into a weapon: Get close to Joong. Get something real. No wires in a van. No interrogation room. Just silk sheets, controlled breaths, and questions asked with a smile. Joong keeps booking him anyway. Not because he trusts him-because he wants to know why. What follows isn't romance. It's a power game-slow, intimate, brutal. Joong tightening rules. Dunk learning how to bend them. Each meeting a test. Each touch a trap. And while they circle each other, Black Orchid rots from the inside: a new drug, corrupt money, and bodies that keep showing up "accidentally." Everyone is lying. Everyone is using someone. No one is innocent. This isn't a love story. It's a fire. And once you step into Black Orchid, you don't walk out untouched.

In the country's most violent prison, nothing survives untouched. Not the guards. Not the rules. Not the doctor who was never supposed to be there. Dr. Dunk Natachai walks into Ratchanarok believing he's there to fix broken minds. He doesn't realize he's just stepped into the hands of the man who breaks them. Joong Archen - inmate 09, murderer, king of the underworld behind bars - runs the prison like a kingdom built from blood and silence. Every deal, every body, every scream in the dark belongs to him. And now, so does Dunk's attention. Between the sound of knives scraping metal and whispered confessions in the therapy room, something starts to twist - hunger, fear, desire. He's the doctor. Joong is the danger. But inside Ratchanarok, it's hard to tell which one's truly locked up.

Dunk's life didn't fall apart all at once. It rotted. The day his father remarried a woman young enough to be his sister, Dunk learned how quietly a home could become a grave. She erased his mother with a smile. Sold her things. Mocked her death. Drained his father's accounts, his spine, his will. And treated Dunk like something in the way - something disposable. When there was nothing left to steal, she vanished. Cold. Untouched. Unpunished. Dunk learns the world doesn't punish monsters. It rewards them. Until he finds her again. Beautiful. Untarnished. On the arm of Joong Archen - thirty-two, obscenely rich, untouchably powerful. A man dangerous enough to ruin lives without ever dirtying his hands. A man she plans to consume next. So Dunk doesn't chase her. He aims higher. He decides to destroy her the only way that will matter. He will make Joong choose him. Desire him. Protect him. Believe in him. Ruiner her by loving the wrong person. He will turn his beauty into a weapon. His youth into bait. His grief into leverage. His rage into strategy. Because a twenty-two-year-old with nothing left to lose is the most lethal thing alive. What Dunk doesn't plan for is Joong Archen becoming obsessed. Not infatuated. Not charmed. Obsessed in a way that is dark and absolute and violent. Joong doesn't fall in love. He consumes. He cages. He shields with blood and teeth and devotion. He worships Dunk like something holy - and something owned. And when Dunk realizes he didn't just seduce a powerful man but awakened something twisted, possessive, and irreversible- it's already far too late. Because Dunk wanted revenge. He never meant to break a man who doesn't know how to lose. And Joong Archen is not the kind of man you wound and survive.

"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.

They met at university. Dunk came from power and privilege - now a brilliant defense lawyer fighting for the innocent and the forgotten. Joong came from violence, survival, and nothing - now a feared criminal with no mercy left to give. For five years, they tried to meet in the middle. Dunk gave warmth. Joong gave protection. Neither said it, but both needed the other more than they were willing to admit. Then on May 22nd, Dunk's mother accused Joong of stealing. And Dunk hesitated. He didn't defend him. He didn't believe him. Joong disappeared that night and came back as someone else- Colder. Smarter. Unreachable. The kind of man who doesn't ask twice, who tortures before talking, who doesn't love anymore. Four years later, they don't speak. But when Joong bleeds, he knocks. And Dunk still opens the door. Every time. No explanations. No forgiveness. Just sex, silence, and the scars neither of them treat. This isn't a second chance. This is everything that never healed.

The Archen estate is not a home. It's a gilded cage. Behind the polished walls and silk curtains, cruelty drips like poison into everything it touches. When the Archen family bought Dunk Natachai from his own blood, it wasn't a wedding - it was a transaction. A boy sold off to silence his father's debts, to seal a name that was never meant to be his. It should have been his sister. She's hated him ever since. But Joong saw Dunk once - one single look - and wanted him. So the house swallowed him whole. Dunk grew up in bruises and broken promises, in a family where love never came without pain. But nothing - nothing - could have prepared him for the Archen mansion. A house full of strangers with matching blood and blackened hearts. Grandfather to aunt, uncle to mother, father to siblings - they don't see him as a husband. They see him as property. An outsider. A servant with a ring on his finger. And every day, Joong - the golden son, the one who claimed him - holds Dunk with gentle hands and soft eyes. He speaks like love is enough. He doesn't hear the whispers behind the walls. He doesn't see what they do when he's gone. Dunk never tells him. So Dunk screams instead. He shatters plates and windows, throws furniture against walls that already suffocate him. He lashes out, he burns down every tender word Joong gives him. He's loud because it's the only way to still feel real. He's breaking because no one else will hear the sound of it. Joong loves him like he's something precious. Dunk hates him like he's the cage itself. This isn't a love story. It's a war inside a house that smiles for the world and bleeds behind closed doors.

Joong Aydin is beautiful, dangerous, and probably guilty. Dunk Boonprasert is the lawyer hired to save him even though he's sure Joong did it. But as the case unfolds, so does something darker: A pull. A challenge. A desire neither man is prepared for. Joong wants more than freedom. He wants Dunk undone. And Dunk is starting to think... maybe guilt was never the problem. ---