"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.

"Joong, I-" "Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Dunk didn't say anything. He knew if he replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings. But His silence was enough for him. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?"

"In a world where rivalry and ambition collide..Dunk thought he had everything under control.. But sometimes, the lines between business and love are blurred. In a fake marriage that no one can know about..Dunk - sassy, sharp-tongued, and somehow always looking good met Joong - rich, cold, rude, and just the tiniest bit unreasonably attractive "One fake marriage. Two rivals. And a love story they never expected."

💍 He wasn't supposed to be the groom. But now he's the husband-and the problem. Dunk Natachai is spoiled, dramatic, and absolutely not what anyone would call "husband material." But when his sister ditches her groom on the wedding day, Dunk is the only one who can save the family's reputation. Now he's married to Joong Archen Aydin-CEO, legacy-obsessed, and emotionally unavailable since birth. One is glitter. The other is ice. One wants to flirt. The other wants to escape. Neither wanted this marriage... but fate doesn't ask for RSVPs. It started as damage control. It might just end in disaster-or something dangerously close to love. "He's chaos in heels. I'm silence in suits. And now we're married."

After five years of losing contacts, Joong can finally meet again with his old friend, Dunk. Later he knew, Dunk had already forgotten him completely, not because he wanted to but because of the dementia he had suffered. [i originally wrote this as a seventeen fanfiction, i just rewrote it for Joongdunk]

At first their fight seems pretty ordinary, like business as usual, but this time Joong finds himself left angrier than ever before at Dunk. The feeling is ugly, and Joong hates it, but it won't go away and hence it gives birth to more hurt and pain. This time, can they still fix things like they always do?