Dunk, a young college student who is envious of others who are in love. He wants it but doesn't go around seeking it but observes it in secret. His life changes when he's invited to a bar by his senior and meets mysterious but handsome Joong Archen and develops an unwanted crush and undeniable attraction to him. The two men have different worlds and Dunk is smart to never cross it but Dunk can't help but wanting to know the mysteries and dark aura behind the mischievous man. ⚠️Warning⚠️ 🔞 Smut, Abuse, and Profanity Started: 4/24/25 Ended:

Ten years. 3,650 days. A lifetime of bestfriends and nothing more. "In all our years together," Dunk started "I didn't know you liked guys​" "I didn't know I did," Joong responded, "Until I met Fluke."​ "Wait..." Dunk's voice cracked "So you mean, we've shared everything together for years? We've slept in the same bed, Joong. My head has been on your shoulder more times than I can count, and you didn't feel that spark with me? Not even once?" "Dunk... I've just never thought of you in that way. You're clearly gorgeous, But I just don't see you in a romantic way" "Are you saying Fluke is more attractive than me? Is he better than me? Is that why you could feel it with him in a few months, but not with me in ten years?" "Dunk... this is ridiculous, i don't get why it bothers you that you're not my type" "Is... is there something wrong with me, Joong?" "There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect. But why do you suddenly care? You've never thought of me in that way either, Dunk. Not once in ten years did you look at me and want more. You never minded the fact that I didn't think of you like that why now? he laughed "I just..." Dunk started "You're my best friend. That's the box I put you in." "Don't pretend you mind being 'not my type' just because you're bored with your girlfriend." ​"I'm not bored," Dunk whispered.. ​"I have to go now. Fluke might get lonely if I leave him too long." The silence Joong left behind wasn't just empty-it was insulting. Bored. The word felt like a slap. Joong really thought this was about View? That Dunk was just looking for a distraction from a stale relationship? He was gorgeous. He was perfect. But he wasn't the type. It wasn't heartbreak-it was a sting to his ego. After a decade of being Joong's everything, he was suddenly just the guy who didn't make the cut. ​"You said I wasn't your type, Joong Archen? Well, suddenly... I mind."

Pond never expected his carefully planned life to spiral into scandal. Phuwin never thought that idolizing a man could change his entire world. Joong never imagined he'd be forced to face his own heart and the truths he'd been running from. And Dunk never imagined love could find him in the middle of all the chaos. But when love collides with family expectations... what choice do you make? And when choosing happiness means risking everything... do you still dare to fight? Four hearts, tangled by fate. Two couples, tested by family. One scandal that could ruin everything- or prove that love is worth the fight. ‼️This story is a pure fiction . This has nothing to do with real life‼️

"He must marry me." Prince Joong doesn't make requests. He makes demands. And this time, the target is Dunk Natachai-a sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed wizard who just wants to sell flowers and be left alone. But Joong isn't the only storm brewing. With a mayor,Pond, who won't stop making up laws, a town full of secrets, and a past that refuses to stay buried-Dunk finds himself dragged into a royal mess he never asked for. He doesn't love Joong. He doesn't want to love him. But magic has its own plans. And some hearts are too ruined to ever be safe again. PS.Created by"JoongDunk cult leaders" :))))))

The office lights hummed softly, long after most had gone home. Dunk leaned lazily against his desk, his tie loosened, laughter slipping from his lips as Ryu whispered something teasing in his ear. He didn't notice the shadow standing at the far end of the corridor, eyes burning with quiet possession. Joong's gaze never wavered. Dunk could flirt all he wanted,but sooner or later, he would learn who he belonged to. Across the city, another kind of storm raged. Phuwin's hands trembled as he clutched the edge of the dinner table, Pond's voice cutting sharp through the silence. Accusations, jealousy, demands... each word was a chain tightening around his throat. Yet when Pond's hand slammed against the wall beside his face, when his breath came hot and ragged against Phuwin's skin, Phuwin hated himself for the way his heart still pounded for him. Love and hate blurred until there was nothing left but fire. And so their stories began... A flirt too careless, a boss too possessive. A marriage too toxic, a love too forbidden. Four hearts colliding in a game where desire was dangerous, and obsession was everything.

A 900 Followers Special JoongDunk short story. They have been best friends for five years - acting together, working together, touching too easily, and pretending none of it means more than friendship. But during Songkran, one night of jealousy, alcohol, heat, and buried feelings finally pushes everything too far to ignore. Because Joong loved first. And Dunk is only now realizing he might have loved him all along. A Songkran AU about best friends to lovers, years of unspoken feelings, blurred lines, and one night that changes everything.

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.

"You'll always be my bro... my special person." That was Joong Archen-affectionate, dramatic, and unapologetically loud in how he loved. He said it with a laugh, locking Dunk Natachai in a playful chokeslam as Dunk tapped frantically at his wrist in a mock protest. But then his tone shifted, laughter softening. "What if... your wife doesn't approve of me in the future?" Dunk coughed out a laugh, brushing it off like he always did with Joong's strange questions and cryptic remarks. That was just Joong-chaotic, unpredictable, somehow always pushing boundaries Dunk never knew he had. They couldn't have been more different. Joong was an extrovert who thrived on attention and late-night chaos; Dunk was an introvert who craved quiet, routine, and peace. But somehow, they worked. They balanced each other-fire and calm, noise and stillness. A friendship that shouldn't have made sense, but did. Until Joong fell in love. He never meant to. But it happened-quietly, completely. And it broke him, because he knew-he knew-his homophobic best friend would never feel the same. Or so he thought. When a moment of vulnerability turned into a mistake too big to ignore, Dunk chose to walk away. 7 years passed. Joong became a rising star-model, singer, and heartthrob. Dunk built an empire of his own as the CEO of Mon Amour, Bangkok's most beloved bakery. Their worlds had changed, but the wounds remained. As they come face-to-face once more, the weight of unspoken words and the sting of broken promises hang heavy between them. Yet, beneath the years of silence and pain lies a bond too deep to be forgotten. As they rebuild what was broken, their journey becomes one of rediscovery-not just of each other, but of themselves. The past collides with the present as they explore if love, when it's real, can survive time, heartbreak, and fear. Because real love doesn't fade. It waits-for the right moment to begin again.

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

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 ✨