"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. Book Cover by lochi ✨

Joong is a world-famous boxer - brutal in the ring, worshipped by fans, but hollow inside. He spends his days training, fighting, and bleeding under the lights, with nothing soft left in his world. Dunk is a pianist and part-time music teacher who rents a studio in the same building as Joong's gym. He doesn't follow sports, doesn't know who Joong is - only that a tired, bruised man keeps lingering by the door after practice, listening to the music he plays. At first, they're opposites: fists vs. keys, violence vs. art. Joong doesn't talk much, but Dunk starts noticing the way he always comes back, sometimes still bleeding, to sit quietly and listen. What begins as silence slowly turns into something deeper - Dunk teaching Joong music as a way to control his rage, Joong teaching Dunk about endurance and discipline. But their worlds clash when Joong's violent career threatens Dunk's quiet life. Dunk sees the man behind the fighter, and Joong starts to wonder if he can be more than just blood and fame - but the cost of being with him might destroy them both.

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.

JoongDunk | Student × Professor 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. 📌All photos used in this story belong to their respective owners. I do not claim ownership of any images. They are included solely to help visualize the characters, settings, and overall atmosphere of the story.

"Our marriage exists only in name. I despise male omegas," Joong declared, his voice a glacial blade. "Expect nothing from me - no marking, no children, nothing.",the pain of rejection cuts deep in Dunk's heart. "But I love you," he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. "With all my heart. You're my fated mate. I've waited for you my entire life." Joong remained unmoved, his heart a fortress of ice. But Dunk's love remains unwavering, a flame that burns bright in the face of adversity. "I found you, my dear mate," Pond smirked. "And I will possess you. You are mine.", he said like a predator with a predatory gaze. And like Dunk, Phuwin, the omega, also found himself in a similar predicament, bound to Pond by the unyielding forces of fate. But Phuwin's heart is not so easily won. "I won't give in to a playboy like you, even if you are my fated mate. Catch me if you can, Mr. Fuckboy.",he taunts, challenging Pond to prove his worth. Can Dunk melt the ice around Joong's heart? Can he prove his unwavering love to him, and convince Joong that their fated bond transcends societal prejudices? Or will their union plunge them both into a cycle of despair and loneliness? For Joong, the charismatic, proud alpha, the president of the RCJ conglomerate, the prospect of loving a male omega is a disgrace. Yet, as he gazes into Dunk's eyes, he begins to see the world in a different light. Will he find a way to overcome his prejudices and accept Dunk's love, or will his pride forever stand in the way? And what of Pond, the charming but ruthless alpha, the president of the N company? Will he be able to tame his wandering heart and commit to the one person who has ever truly challenged him or will his player persona forever define him? And what of Phuwin? Will he succumb to Pond's charm, or will his fiery spirit continue to ignite a passionate, yet turbulent, chase? •Angst •Rape •Mpreg •Omegaverse •Angst with Happy Ending Hope you enjoy the story. 🙏❤️

"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]