It's set in their sulking era, when they almost ended their partnership. So, to fix it, they made the touching rule but the touches started to linger more and blur the lines between friends and something more; until their touches became - sex And that's when everything starts crumbling down, because Joong gets attached and wants to put a label on their relationship, but Dunk isn't ready yet and self sabotages

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.

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. ---