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.

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.

A new apartment. A cheap rent. A fresh start. That's all Dunk Natachai wanted after his breakup. But the neighbors aren't just strange - they're unsettling. Smiling too wide. Watching too closely. Calling him things he never told them. And next door lives Joong Archen. A man who never leaves traces. A name whispered in FBI files. A ghost who shouldn't exist. Dunk's best friend swears it's safe. Dunk wants to believe him. But when the walls feel too thin, the hallways too quiet, and the neighbors too interested... He realizes he didn't move into a home. He stepped into a cage.

Dunk is the definition of gentle - soft-spoken, polite, hardworking, and painfully innocent. A scholarship med student juggling two jobs, he still brings soup to his mum after every shift. She's all he has. His whole world. When she suddenly collapses and needs emergency surgery, Dunk's life shatters. The cost is impossible. The hospital refuses to move without payment. No savings. No family. No time. And that's when Joong walks in. Joong - the city's most feared mafia heir. Cold. Ruthless. Emotionless. Except the moment he sees Dunk... something snaps. An obsession. Fierce. Immediate. Consuming. Dunk knows none of this. He only hears Joong's offer: "I'll pay everything - the surgery, treatment, private hospital. No limits. No debt. In return... you belong to me." Joong doesn't want money, favors, or work. He wants Dunk - the sweet, innocent boy who has no idea how dangerous he is. Dunk is terrified. But he's also a son watching his mother slip away. He signs. And Joong's obsession begins. • Moves Dunk into his penthouse • Controls where he goes, who he talks to, how late he's out • Drives him to university every morning • Assigns a "driver" who is actually a bodyguard • Threatens anyone who raises their voice at Dunk • Attends every hospital appointment • Watches him study like prayer Dunk is too soft, too pure, too good for Joong's world - and that only makes Joong more possessive. Anyone who looks too long disappears. Anyone who flirts regrets it. Anyone who challenges Joong's claim pays for it. Dunk was supposed to hate him. But Joong is gentle with him in ways no one expects - quiet, protective, almost fragile when Dunk is near. Because Dunk isn't just Joong's obsession. He's the last piece of innocence Joong has left. And Joong will burn the entire city before he lets him go. This isn't a love story. It's the story of a sweet boy who needed help... and the mafia man who chose to own him, protect him, and love him - to the edge of

"Nobody touches me, Captain. Not unless I want them to." "And do you want them to?" "No." "Good. Because I'd hate to put another body in the ground tonight." A mini JadeKamin AU

Joong and Dunk are a married couple raising four kids (and two dogs) in a huge, chaotic home. Sky (9) is the responsible big brother, Mali (6) is the tiny diva, and twin boys Nai & Nin (3) are pure curious destruction. This fluffy slice-of-life AU follows their loud, loving daily routine-from New Year grocery trips to "room incidents," snack rules, and the moment Papa wakes up covered in stickers and becomes the family's big bad hungry wolf.

Joong Archen has everything a rising idol could want- a boy group on fire, a stadium full of screaming fans, his face on every massive screen. But after JASPER 1ST STAGE BMMF15, when the lights go down and the cheers fade, he comes home to the only person who really matters: Dunk. One missed text. One drunk argument. One night that cracks open all the things they never say out loud-about attention, jealousy, love, and the fear of not being enough for each other. Between the wild chaos of fame and the quiet of their shared bed, Joong and Dunk have to figure out how to hold on tighter instead of running away. Because for Joong, no matter how loud the crowd screams, Dunk will always be his first priority. The question is: can they learn to love each other softly... even when it hurts? 💿 Idol AU 📱 Miscommunication, clingy love, drunk arguments 💔 Soft angst, deep feelings 🤍 Slow, loving make-ups / emotional intimacy

Joong doesn't believe in love. He believes in loyalty. In violence. In silence. For years, he's built his empire with blood and broken bones - to keep his little brother, Phuwin, untouched by the world that ruined him. There's only one rule in his life: No one touches Phuwin. Not his enemies. Not strangers. Not even his best friend. Pond knows that rule better than anyone. And yet he looks. Just enough to piss Joong off. Just enough to remind him how thin the line between friendship and war can get. And Dunk? He was never meant to be part of this story. The boy behind the counter, smiling like nothing hurts. The man who built a restaurant Joong visits only with strangers. Dunk waits. Watches. Loves him in secret. And Joong- Joong looks right through him. Because Dunk is background noise. And Joong doesn't love. He uses. He leaves. He destroys. But love doesn't need permission. It festers in silence. It grows in the dark corners of late nights and long stares. It bleeds when Joong walks in with someone else and Dunk has to serve them like nothing inside him is breaking. And when violence comes closer- when Pond crosses a line that should never be crossed, when Dunk becomes a weapon instead of a man- Joong will learn what happens when something he never claimed is ripped away. Because this isn't a love story. It's a slow descent. A dangerous want. A promise of ruin. ⸻ A real dark romance - where loyalty is a knife, love is a trap, and one look can cost everything. (‼️Main Focus: JoongDunk‼️)

Once, he was Style, a man who loved Fadel so fiercely that living without him became impossible. His life ended with a whisper and a promise the universe didn't keep. Now he's Kamin, a quiet, closed-off inspector, plagued by nightmares he's never told anyone about. Nightmares that showed him a life he can't quite remember. Then Jade walks into his job and, unfortunately, into his life, chaotic, talkative Jade, and everything inside Kamin goes still. The familiarity is instant. Unsettling. Wrong. Because Jade shouldn't feel like home. Because Jade shouldn't have that smile. Because Jade shouldn't be feeling like that man from his nightmares. And while Kamin is slowly being destroyed by memories that aren't his, Jade seems blissfully unaware of the mess he has just walked in.

"My boyfriend will pay" "Fine, Bring me a checkbook. How much does my boyfriend owe?" "50 thousands Bhat" "W...Where are we going?" "Relax. I'm just curious if you don't really recognize me? people don't usually claim me as their boyfriend especially after knowing my name" "So... you're not here to arrest me or sell my organs?" "No! but have s3x with me for a night and consider it as part of the repayment plan" "Huh? "You still need a way to pay me, don't you? And I just wanted to check something"