Joong Archen, 19, Alpha, university student, ***, straight. Joong has always tried to be what his parents expected him to be. The perfect son. Right from birth Joong was put on a pedestal. He was the first son after two daughters. His parents finally had the son they wanted, except they didn't. He always kept his true self hidden; he never let the world know what he really wanted to do and what he desired, to protect himself, and to protect the image his parents worked so hard to build. No one really knew Joong, he didn't either, but that's the way it has to be. Until... Dunk Natachai, 19, Alpha, *****, university student, gay. Dunk was raised in a family of Alphas, so of course it was natural when they assumed he was one too. He never corrected them. He was convinced he was one too, until his first heat. It was already a stressful situation not being able to control himself but it only amplified when it set in that he was different. He wasn't what his family expected of him. He could never tell them. So he suppressed himself. He swore to himself he'd never tell another soul. Until... Two boys with their secrets. One moment changing everything. A secret they'll never tell. Until.

Joong is one of the members of the famous boy group JASPER, together with Pond, Aou, and Santa. He is a talented artist, loved by thousands of fans, but one fan always stands out to him-Dunk. Dunk has been Joong's fan since day one. He attends every concert, fansign, and fanmeeting. He promotes Joong on social media, ignores all his suitors, and focuses only on supporting him. But what no one knows is that Dunk is secretly a rich CEO of bakeries, coffee shops, clothing lines, shoes, and many more. Only his family and close friends know about it. To Joong, Dunk is not just a fan. Since the beginning, Joong has noticed Dunk's kindness, respect, and endless support. He even created a secret account just to talk with Dunk online, without Dunk knowing it was him. Slowly, Joong realizes he is falling for his fan. But everything gets messy when Joong is paired with a female co-star who has a crush on him. Dunk feels jealous and heartbroken, taking a hiatus from supporting Joong. For the first time, Joong panics-not because of his career, but because he doesn't want to lose Dunk. What will happen when Joong finally messages Dunk directly? Will Dunk believe Joong's confession that he only has eyes for him since day one?

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story may contain mature themes, strong language, and sexual content intended for adult readers (18+). Reader discretion is advised.

He thought he was marrying a spoiled brat. He didn't know he was tying the knot with the city's most wanted illegal street racer. Now Joong, the ice-cold CEO, is stuck living with Dunk - a smug, chaotic fiancé who sneaks out at midnight, smells like burnt rubber, and sleeps like he owns the bed. He's loud. He's reckless. He's hiding something. And Joong is about to find out secrets don't stay parked forever. Enemies by fate. Husbands by force. And when feelings collide at full speed- someone's bound to crash.

Under the blinding lights of the MotoGP circuit, they are rivals. Off the track, they are everything to each other. Joong and Dunk have been together for four years, a love hidden behind locked doors, late-night rides, and stolen moments. Their families, wealthy and powerful, would never allow it. To the world, they are just competitors , two prodigies destined to face off for the ultimate title. The MotorGP World Championship Final is only three months away. Three months to fight. Three months before they stand on the same track, gunning for the same dream. But the closer the finals get, the more the cracks begin to show. Team politics push them apart. Sponsors demand they see each other as enemies. And every lap brings them closer to a choice that could cost them everything. Love. Glory. Victory. Heartbreak. Only one of them can cross the finish line first. But when the final flag waves, will they still be able to choose each other? A slow-burn, high-octane romance about secret love, dangerous rivalry, and the price of chasing your dreams when the person you love most stands in your way.

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.

They weren't meant to touch. Not now. Not ever. Not after centuries of tradition soaked in blood and silence. Not after entire generations were raised with the same bitter commandment: "Do not speak to them. Do not look at them. Do not acknowledge them." And yet, here they were. Standing on opposite sides of the Hall of Concord-The Gathering--an ironic name for a place built to pretend ancient enemies could breathe the same air without baring their fangs or claws. There were vampires and werewolves under one roof tonight. And no one liked it. But everyone tolerated it. Because power demands civility. At least in public. Dunk Boonprasert had arrived first. He always did. Graceful, predatory, wearing shadows like silk. His pale skin gleamed under the low-hung chandeliers, his smile cut sharp as the fangs he barely bothered to hide. He was elegance sharpened into danger. He knew it. He used it. And he didn't look once toward the far end of the room. Because he didn't need to. Joong Aydin entered later. Silent. Stoic. Shoulders squared like a fortress built of restraint. The tailored black suit he wore was severe, clean, spotless-like everything about him. His tan skin and muscle-lined frame were the exact opposite of Dunk's aristocratic allure. He didn't glide. He stalked. And he also didn't look. Because that would imply acknowledgment. And acknowledging Dunk would be a betrayal. Of history. Of family. Of instinct. The room shifted when the two of them were in it-everyone felt it. Like a cold draft through cracked stone. No one said it out loud. But no one ever tried to make them shake hands, either. Because everyone knew. Boonpraserts and Aydins don't speak. Don't bow. Don't blink. There is no alliance. There is only avoidance. That is the rule. That has always been the rule. Until tonight.

Joong Aydin is beautiful, dangerous, and probably guilty. Dunk Boonprasert is the lawyer hired to save him even though he's sure Joong did it. But as the case unfolds, so does something darker: A pull. A challenge. A desire neither man is prepared for. Joong wants more than freedom. He wants Dunk undone. And Dunk is starting to think... maybe guilt was never the problem. ---

Joong kissed those full, rosy lips, fascinated by the boy and his beautiful mouth. His tongue delved deeper into the hot, wet cavern of the man in his arms, while his hands explored the pale waist, now beginning to bear the red marks of his fingers. Dunk fit perfectly in his arms. His lips were practically crushing Dunk's, and they could barely breathe. The other man's hands were also on his body, trying to remove his shirt. Joong was an Incubus-a demon of desire-while Dunk, until now, had believed himself to be nothing more than a wealthy young man with a troubled family. (This fic is porn with plot be ready)

Joong used to have a girlfriend. Dunk used to have a best friend. Now, neither of them have what they once did. After a messy breakup, Joong is surrounded by friends trying to cheer him up-but there's only one person who can make him smile like he used to: Dunk, the best friend he pushed away without a word. When Dunk shows up, there's tension, there's silence... and then, there's understanding. They may have drifted, but the bond never really broke. Then Joong proposes something insane: Let my ex think I've moved on-with you. Let her regret leaving. It's a wild plan, but Dunk agrees. Not because he wants to help Joong win his ex back-but because Dunk's been hiding burning desires he's never had the space to explore. And this might be the one chance to finally understand them-with someone he trusts. Even after getting back what both of them wanted,fate finds their way back to each other,tangled in confusion and desire. It was supposed to be a trade. A way to get back what they lost. But somewhere between blurred lines and late-night confessions,sweaty bodies tangled together, the question isn't who they want to fool- It's what they're starting to feel. Love, lust, and loyalty-this isn't just a fake plan. It's something real they never saw coming.