Dunk Natachai- a person who makes others say the word "beautiful". His family owes a huge amount of money. Dunk gave up his dream of going to college to enter an extremely wealthy family. But the marriage he is living with that person is not happy at all. Dunk is the loser in this marriage. He lost because he had already fallen in love with this nominal husband. With a small hint of pond and phuwin. As it is mainly a fic of joongdunk As it is a fic so boys can get pregnant

Dunk is a sweet kind and polite boy who's living in his own world dosen't care about anything . when he was a child his mother died in an accident his dad took care of him.. oneday dunk was coming back from his workplace he saw his dad kneeling down infront of a guy begging him .. why he was begging him while kneeling down and who's that guy ? What's going to happen in dunk life?

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.

"Forever was never the deal. Until it was the only thing left." The "deal" was supposed to be a surgical strike: clean, efficient, and devoid of complications. Dunk was the king of the one-night stand, a man whose heart was as guarded as a high-security trauma ward. But Joong Archen didn't play by the rules of the ER; he played the long game of a neurosurgeon. Day one: One night only.. This kid is cute, but he's way too serious. I'll break him in a week. One week later: Dunk woke in Joong's bed AGAIN He should have left hours ago, yet he found himself pulling the duvet higher. "I'm just staying over because his bed is actually comfortable," he muttered to the empty guest pillow. "It's purely for the lumbar support." One month later: Dunk stood at the edge of the cafeteria, his grip tightening on his tray until his knuckles turned white. He watched the Head of Pediatrics laugh at something Joong said, his chest tightening with a strange, caustic heat. Wait... why am I jealous of her talking to him? It's just a consult. It's not like we're... anything. Three months later: Dunk stood in front of the vanity in Joong's master bath, frozen. Next to the sleek, electronic toothbrush Joong used sat a second one-Dunk's. Beside it was his favorite face cream and a spare set of his contacts. He stared at the reflection of his own confused eyes, wondering exactly when he'd stopped going back to his own apartment. What begins as a one night agreement quicklyspirals into Dunk crashing at Joong's apartment for the comfort of a post-call shower and home-cooked fried egg rice, a domestic trap that Dunk is too arrogant to admit he loves. From Joong carrying a flirting Dunk out of bars over his shoulder to shielding him from violent patients in the trauma bay, the "quiet nerd" systematically dismantles Dunk's defenses with surgical precision.

"Careful, Dunk. If you chase him any harder, people might start thinking you're the one who wants to be taken." The room went silent. Dunk's face turned a shade of crimson that wasn't from the wine. He was the Top. He was the Heir. He didn't submit. He stormed out to the terrace, only to find Joong leaning against the railing, having a glass of wine. "You should stop," Joong said quietly, not looking at him. "Stop what? Buying you things? "What is it?" Dunk demanded, his composure finally snapping. "I've given you everything. I've made it clear I want you. Why won't you just give in?" "Listen, I appreciate the gestures, but I'm not interested. I never asked for this, never wanted and still don't want any of it" Joong replied in a calm tone. Dunk leaned in, voice low. "You don't know what you want, Joong." Joong smiled. "Maybe I do. Maybe I've just never wanted anyone enough to chase them. And I certainly don't want to be someone's trophy." Then he walked away leaving Dunk to his ego and thoughts Dunk's breath hitched and his eyes narrowed. No one talked to him like that. No one. For the first time, he felt a hunger he had never felt, He felt... vulnerable. And to his horror, he loved it.

Joong Archen Aydin built his life on one promise-revenge. Cold, powerful, and untouchable, he's spent years waiting for the perfect moment to destroy the man who took everything from him. That moment comes in the form of Dunk Natachai Boonprasert. Sweet, strong, and unaware of the sins tied to his name, Dunk becomes a part of Joong's carefully crafted plan. Getting close to Dunk was never meant to be personal... until it was. What starts as a game of lies slowly turns into something neither of them expected. But when truth shatters everything, love becomes the greatest betrayal of all. Years later, fate brings them face to face again-now hearts are guarded, secrets run deeper, and the past refuses to stay buried. But only this time, they are not alone. A small, innocent soul-born from a love once thought to be nothing but a lie-now ties them together in ways neither of them can escape. In a story where revenge was chosen over love... what happens when love refuses to let go?..

In the sleek, cold marble of their shared penthouse, Joong Archen-a charismatic music producer who moves through women like he moves through melodies-looks at his best friend, Dunk "Lumi" Natachai. ​"Twenty-seven, Lumi," Joong teases, tossing a towel at him after a workout. "A literal genius, a millionaire, and you're still a virgin. You're waiting for a miracle that isn't coming. Let me set you up tonight at the party. It's time you lived a little." Joong thinks it's a joke. He thinks Dunk is just "too focused on code." He has no idea that Dunk is a virgin because he is saving himself for a man who tells him about his girlfriends every morning. Dunk isn't waiting for a miracle; he's waiting for the pain to stop. What happens when a brilliant, introverted computer engineer who has spent nineteen years "erasing" his unrequited love for his best friend is forced to face the truth when a drunken mistake, a deleted CCTV file, and a persistent "midnight memory" collide.

Prince Joong was born to wear the crown, but his heart betrays him with a dangerous weakness - an unshakable pull toward Dunk, the kingdom's ruthless commander. Cold, merciless, and bound by duty, Dunk is everything Joong should fear... yet everything he secretly craves. From stolen glances in his teenage years to the growing storm of desire he cannot silence, Joong's world becomes a battlefield between love and loyalty. In a palace ruled by politics, betrayal, and blood, their bond is a sin that could destroy them both. Still, some hearts are destined to burn, even if it means turning a crown into ashes.