Revenge Marriage - 2
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"How can you smile like that when neither of your fathers are here at your own wedding reception?" Pond asked, eyeing Dunk, who stood in the gallery, smiling towards his newly-wedded husband.
Dunk's smile didn't waver, but his eyes darkened. He turned to Pond, voice sharp, "Do you think I don't care? That I'd go against them on purpose?"
Pond responded without hesitation, "Aren't you doing exactly that?"
"No, I'm not," Dunk snapped. His voice dropped lower, colder. "I'm standing here for my pride-the same pride he crushed. I'm not a child who goes crying to his parents. He destroyed me, P'Pond. Now it's my turn. I'm going to destroy his life-completely."
Pond looked shaken. "You can't marry someone for revenge, Dunk. I told you-I'm here for you. I'll never let anyone from the Guthithanan family hurt you again."
Dunk's voice cracked as he exploded, "But he crossed the line that night!" He scanned the room and quickly pulled Pond into a quieter corner.
His voice was low and furious. "He shattered everything I had. And now, with this marriage, I'm going to make him live with the consequences. He's trapped with me now-forever. I won't let him walk away so easily."
His gaze flicked across the room-directly to Joong, who stood beside Sarawat, calmly speaking to a business partner. Joong caught Dunk's stare and instinctively looked his way.
Dunk raised his champagne glass with a mocking smile. A toast to war.
Joong clenched his jaw, returning the gesture coolly-but his burning eyes slid to Pond, full of rage and warning.
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LOVE ME WRONG
The room smelled faintly of ink and stale coffee. Joong sat stiffly under the yellow light, hands resting on the cold steel table, answering the inspector's questions with steady precision. He had nothing to hide-or so he thought. Across from him, Inspector Pond tapped his pen against the file. "You said you left the bar around midnight. Alone?" Joong nodded. "Yes." The door opened before Pond could press further. A tall man stepped inside, confident without being intrusive. His tone was smooth, casual, as though he had every right to interrupt. "Not alone," the stranger corrected, sliding a glance at Joong. "He was with me." Pond frowned, pen frozen mid-tap. "And you are...?" "Dunk," the man supplied, offering a polite half-smile. "We shared drinks. Then we left together. You can check the bartender-he'll confirm. I walked him home myself." Joong blinked. He didn't know this man. He had never seen him before. And yet Dunk's words carried the weight of truth, every syllable deliberate, leaving no space for suspicion. Pond studied them both for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. His instincts itched, but the alibi was too clean, too precise. Finally, he scribbled something in his file. "...Alright. You're free to go."Terminé
The General's Favorite
Genre: Historical BL, Fantasy Romance, Transmigration, Angst-Fluff-Smut. Setting: A regal empire, possibly vaguely inspired by South/Southeast Asian kingdoms Core Premise: Joong (from 2025), just minding his own business in the modern world, suddenly transmigrates into the body of a royal prince-seconds before that prince is about to be gifted to the terrifying, legendary General Dunk. No one else knows it's not the same Joong anymore. The original prince was scared and resistant; our Joong, however, sees Dunk and goes: "I get it. I get the hype. I am intrigued. And possibly into it." Dunk, meanwhile, has a reputation that can make kingdoms fall without a battle. He's regal, feared, undefeated-and completely uninterested in politics. But when the prince is handed to him, and he sees that Joong doesn't flinch like before... Something stirs.Terminé
Divorcing My Royal Highness||JJK FF||
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Joong Archen's life was perfect-or at least, that's what he told himself every morning as he admired his reflection in the mirror. He was rich, charming, and undeniably handsome. With a smirk, he adjusted his designer suit and ran a hand through his immaculately styled hair. "Damn, I'd marry me." Unfortunately, someone else had already done that job. Dunk Natachai, his devoted husband, was the picture of grace and warmth. Unlike Joong's flamboyant, spoiled nature, Dunk was calm, composed, and utterly dependable. The perfect partner-loyal, loving, and patient beyond reason. They had been married for five years, and in Joong's mind, everything was smooth sailing. After all, Dunk was always there-managing their luxurious home, taking care of their adorable children (a pair of dogs Joong had gifted Dunk on their first anniversary), and making sure Joong never had to worry about minor inconveniences like misplaced cufflinks or bad hair days. But the truth? Joong had been taking Dunk for granted. And life had an odd way of making you realize what you had-by taking it away.Terminé
BUILT FOR YOU
The streets were loud. Always loud. Always hungry. Dunk's body ached. His stomach had stopped growling days ago - as if even it had given up. The city didn't care who fell on its concrete. Not when there were parties to attend and purses to clutch. He sat curled against a rusted lamppost, wrapped in a rag that used to be a shirt, eyes barely open, mind long past caring. The world had turned grayscale. Then it happened. A voice-young, sharp, bubbling with laughter-floated from across the sidewalk. Talk of brands and boutiques, a string of designer names like spells: "Prada, Gucci, Balenciaga-no, not that again, please-" and then... footsteps slowed. A boy, maybe 14, with warm skin and a smile too bright for this city, stepped forward. He wasn't dressed in gold, but his confidence shimmered. His eyes flickered to Dunk, just for a second. He didn't say a word. He just walked up, pulled out a packet of food from his glittery tote bag, and placed it beside Dunk. Then a folded bill-crisp, blue, too generous. He turned, already laughing again with his friends as they walked away. He never looked back. But Dunk... Dunk never stopped looking. ⸻ Thirteen years later. The party pulsed like a vein, neon and expensive. Chandeliers trembled with bass. Flutes of champagne floated past on silver trays. Everyone glittered, but no one glowed. Dunk stood by the entrance in a tailored black-on-black ensemble that screamed "touch me and die, but take a photo first." A soft silk scarf looped around his neck like smoke. Rings on every finger. The room shrank when he walked in. "Who invited the bodyguard in Chanel?" a voice snapped across the room. Dunk's eyes turned, slow and hungry. There he was. Joong. Older. Wilder. Dressed like sin on sale. Lips curled in mischief, eyes narrowed like he already knew he'd be the problem tonight. Dunk's breath didn't hitch. He didn't melt. He smiled.Terminé
Prologue "In class, he teaches international theories. After dark, he decides who lives or dies." Dunk Methakawin isn't just a professor with a charming smile and perfect lesson plans - he's the head of one of the most dangerous Mafia syndicates in Asia. His orders topple governments. His decisions redraw bloodlines. But at this elite university, he's playing a new game - undercover, unreadable, and unbelievably close to falling for a student who barely speaks above a whisper. Joong is quiet. Brilliant. Beautiful. And completely unaware of the storm walking toward him in tailored suits and textbook references. He's just trying to pass his classes, avoid eye contact, and maybe stop blushing every time his professor says his name. Then there's Phuwin - Dunk's younger brother and second-in-command. Sharp as a blade. Silent as death. He's supposed to be watching the enemy. But he finds himself watching someone else instead: a shy, clumsy student named Pond, who might just become the one crack in Phuwin's steel armor. Four lives. Two worlds. One classroom. And zero rules when love meets power. ⸻ "He gives lectures in the day. He gives orders at night. But the heart he wants to control the most... sits quietly in the back row."
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