He forgot a lot. Just not the feeling of him. Sugar & Sweat - Book Two: Forget Me Not continues Joong and Dunk's story after everything changes in the worst possible way. Some people lose memories. Some lose timing. Some lose the person standing right in front of them and don't even realize it. Joong can't remember what mattered. Dunk remembers too much. And somewhere between silence, distance, and the unbearable closeness of someone who feels familiar but looks at you like a stranger, they are forced into something harder than falling in love: waiting. wondering. hurting. hoping. Because the mind can fail. But the body remembers. A scent. A touch. A flower. A feeling that refuses to die just because a memory disappeared. Forget Me Not is about love after rupture. About the cruelty of being remembered by heart but not by name. And about what happens when one person forgets the story- but the other still has to live inside it.

Sugar & Sweat Book One - The Beginning of Us (Boxer x Pâtissier) Joong Archen is built from violence and survival. The crowd calls him The Black Reaper-a fighter who wins with blood on his knuckles and silence in his eyes. He doesn't drink. He doesn't party. He doesn't let anyone close. Dunk Natachai is the opposite: warm hands, soft heart, a pastry shop that tastes like heaven and feels like safety. He believes in big love the way some people believe in religion-quietly, stubbornly, painfully. When a stupid bet pushes Joong into Dunk's orbit, it should be simple. Thirty days. A game. A distraction. But the moment Joong steps into Dunk's shop, something cracks. Dunk smells like vanilla and home. Like a memory Joong buried when he was eight. And Dunk-without knowing why-starts to feel it too. A childhood promise. A blue flower ring. A boy in a treehouse who once whispered: You're my yellow. Now they're adults, and the world is sharper. Joong's grief is a loaded weapon. Dunk's softness is a target. And the closer they get, the more dangerous it becomes-because Joong's darkness is real... ...and Dunk might be the only thing that can pull him back. If the truth doesn't destroy them first.

They made it out. But survival is not the same thing as peace. Outside Black Halo, the world is wider, colder, and far less merciful than any of them imagined. The people who escaped are no longer trapped behind one institution's walls - but they are still trapped inside everything that place turned them into. Old loyalties deepen. New fractures open. Love becomes more desperate, more obsessive, more painful than before. And the line between devotion and destruction grows thinner with every step forward. Black Halo - Book 2: Tied to Me is not about healing. It is about what remains after the cage breaks - and the terrifying ways people cling to each other when they no longer know how to survive alone.

Black Halo is not a hospital. It only wears one. Buried far outside the city, behind locked gates and chapel glass, it houses the criminals the world no longer wants to understand - men too unstable for prison, too dangerous for mercy, too convenient to erase. Inside, they are not healed. They are watched. medicated. restrained. corrected. And in the deepest wing of the institution, beneath the cameras and the crosses, lives Joong Archen. The inmate no one mentions carelessly. The silence at the end of every warning. The thing behind the glass. Then there's Dunk. Sweet face. Bright laugh. Good behavior on paper. A long-term patient trusted with small tasks and sharp corners - files, laundry, medication carts, blood no one wants to talk about. He smiles too easily, jokes at the wrong time, and walks through Black Halo like the locks were built for somebody else. The staff think he's harmless because he looks soft. The patients know better. Because Dunk is not fragile. He is not safe. And he is definitely not afraid. The first time he stops in front of Joong's isolation cell, everyone expects fear. Instead, Dunk smiles. And something inside Black Halo opens its eyes. What starts as curiosity turns into fixation. Then possession. Then something far worse. Because Joong is cold, deliberate violence - and Dunk is chaos dressed up as a sweet boy with a crooked grin. One is feared by the whole institution. The other is underestimated by it. That is the first mistake. In Black Halo, every wing has rules. Every rule has a punishment. And every game ends with someone on the floor. But the most dangerous thing in the building was never the monster behind the glass. It was the boy laughing in front of it.

He was the boy who loved too quietly. He was the man who realized too late. Joong Archen once gave Dunk Natachai everything he had - his loyalty, his silence, his trust, and the kind of love that could survive almost anything. Almost. But some choices cannot be undone. Some words cannot be taken back. And some heartbreaks do not end just because two people walk away from each other. Now Joong is no longer the same man Dunk once knew. He is colder. Sharper. Harder to reach. And Dunk, who once played with love like it was something he could control, is forced to face the one thing money, power, and pride cannot buy back: the heart he broke. But when pain turns into silence, guilt turns into obsession, and love refuses to die quietly... Joong and Dunk are pulled back into a game neither of them knows how to win anymore. This time, it is not about who falls first. It is about who survives the consequences.

Joong Archen works at the Natachai company as nothing more than a regular employee. Quiet. Poor. Easy to overlook. Dunk Natachai is the chairman's son - rich, beautiful, reckless, and the kind of person who treats love like a game he already won before it even started. And Joong falls for him anyway. Not because Dunk is kind. Not because Dunk deserves it. But because Dunk knows exactly how to make himself feel impossible to leave. A soft voice after midnight. A jealous look that lasts one second too long. A kiss that feels real until morning comes and Dunk pretends it meant nothing. That is how he keeps Joong. Never enough to call it love. Always enough to keep him waiting. While Dunk disappears into other nights, other people, other bodies, Joong stays behind rebuilding the pieces of himself Dunk keeps breaking apart. Because the cruelest thing about Dunk is not that he hurts Joong. It is that he knows exactly how much Joong loves him - and uses it anyway. But love built on crumbs cannot survive forever. And one day, after too many lies and too many chances, Joong reaches the point where he still loves Dunk... ...but cannot survive him anymore. And for the first time in his life, Dunk Natachai learns that sometimes the person who forgives the most is also the one who leaves for real. _______ Story wish inspired by: @odronatachai ♡ Thank you for trusting me with your idea and letting me turn it into something of my own. While the original inspiration came from the request above, the entire storyline, plot, character development, emotional arcs, scenes, dialogues, and overall structure of this AU were fully created and written by me.

Dunk Natachai, a student at Chulalongkorn University is in his senior year... when he makes a shocking discovery... he has a secret admirer?! Frustrated at the fact that his "secret admirer" does not have the guts to face him, Dunk starts a "little" well-planned treasure hunt... but what starts out as a "well-planned" trap soon turns into a chaotic failed snare Now... Dunk is in a relationship with a college nerd, who was non-existent to him till he became his boyfriend!?

"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.

Dunk looked up into those emotionless, dark eyes, feeling the sheer size and power of the man hovering over him. His breath hitched as Joong thrust, a heavy, unyielding motion that seemed to claim Dunk's very soul. "You're supposed to protect me..." "I am....angel," Joong whispered, his thumb slowly brushing away a tear from Dunk's cheek before sliding down to lightly encircle his throat. "From the board, from the killers, from your own empire. But in this room, Dunk, I am the only law. You don't need protection from your owner ----- Dunk never wanted the empire. Born into one of the most powerful business families, his life was built on expectations instead of freedom. Silence became survival, and obedience became the only choice. Everything changes after an attack meant to threaten his family leaves Dunk vulnerable for the first time. No longer just an heir, he becomes a target. His father responds with control. That's when Joong enters his life. Cold, unreadable, and dangerously disciplined, Joong is assigned as Dunk's personal bodyguard. He's supposed to protect him-nothing more. But constant proximity slowly turns tension into something darker. Because Joong doesn't just become Dunk's shield. He becomes his greatest danger. At first, Dunk hates the suffocating presence beside him-the control, the way Joong watches him like he might shatter. Yet somewhere between danger and routine, resentment turns into awareness, and awareness into something far more dangerous. As boundaries blur between protection and obsession, loyalty and possession, Dunk finds himself trapped in a world where trust breaks easily and love feels destructive. In the middle of power, betrayal, and control, the closer they get, the harder it becomes to escape each other. And even when everything falls apart- Dunk still chooses him. Even if it destroys him

"𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝." "...𝐏𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐢𝐧." "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬?" "𝐘𝐞𝐬." Pond's stomach twisted violently. The defense table suddenly felt contaminated beneath his hands. Because he was sitting here-on this side. Near the man who had hurt his husband. ♪ A PondPhuwin fanfiction ♪ He was supposed to defend a criminal. That was all Pond thought it was. Another ugly case. Another rich man trying to buy his freedom. Another harassed victim reduced to statements, medical reports, and courtroom arguments. Until the victim walked into court - and it was his husband. ♪ Phuwin. The quiet man Pond had married only weeks ago, arranged. The man who still blushed when their hands touched. The man who apologized too much. The man who didn't tell him about being assaulted. Suddenly, the case stopped being paperwork. Because while the courtroom demanded evidence, Pond was forced to hear the raw truth: Phuwin had survived sexual assault. Humiliation. Fear. The kind of violence that crawls beneath skin and stays there long after bruises fade. And the worst part? Pond had been standing on the wrong side. ♪ This story belongs to me @EliseInk. I do not own the characters nor the places or the substances used in this story. Everything is only for entertainment purposes only.