Scholar of My Heart
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Everyone in the industry knew Dunk Natachai as a cold, untouchable figure. At just twenty-seven, he had built DK Corporation into one of the country's most powerful companies. He ruled the boardroom with silence sharper than words, and his expressionless face alone could end conversations. People called him ruthless, robotic, heartless.
But behind closed doors, Dunk had a secret-he had been quietly changing lives through his personal scholarship program. Hundreds of students from disadvantaged backgrounds now had a future, thanks to him. He never asked for credit, never attended ceremonies, never met a single scholar.
Until Joong.
Joong Archen was everything Dunk was not-warm, idealistic, talkative, and persistent. A final-year student in Mass Communication, Joong was among the latest batch Dunk had sponsored. When their paths cross unexpectedly at a university event, Dunk finds himself drawn to the one person who makes him feel something again.
What begins as curiosity turns into connection. But can a man who's spent years building walls around his heart learn to love without fear? And what happens when Joong discovers that the man who's helping him reach his dreams has been watching from the shadows all along?
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Chains {JoongDunk}
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.Concluida
VELVET BLOOD
A joongdunk mafia au Dunk is the university's golden boy , brilliant, charming, untouchable. Everyone wants him. No one knows him. Because Dunk has a secret. One that ties him to the city's darkest underworld. Joong is the university's problem , wild, dangerous, impossible to ignore. The kind of guy who smiles like he's already won. Because he has ,Joong runs one of the most feared mafia syndicates in the city. They were never supposed to meet. But a single night , a single fight , changes everything. Joong learns Dunk's secret. Dunk learns Joong's power. And now they can't stay away from each other. Enemies. Rivals. Obsession. The campus isn't big enough for two kings ,but neither of them is willing to bow. When blood is spilled and hearts get involved, there's only one rule left: If they can't destroy each other, they might just burn the world together.Concluida
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.Concluida
Shadows Of The Golden Cage
Joong Archen Aydin grew up in Rome, wrapped in silk and silence. He never questioned why he was sent away so young, why the walls around him were guarded tightly than a prison. But beneath the gold, his life hides secrets even he doesn't know, secrets tied to blood, power, and a family empire built on fear. When he's suddenly called back home, the shadows waiting for him aren't strangers... they're his inheritance. Dunk Natachai Boonprasert enters his world as a bodyguard, quiet, loyal, unshakable. But Dunk isn't who he seems. He's an undercover agent, embedded in the Aydin empire to bring it down from the inside. His mission was simple. Until Joong became a part he couldn't ignore. Because in the Aydin mansion, nothing is safe. Not loyalty. Not secrets. And definitely not hearts. But Joong isn't the spoiled heir Dunk expected. He's a locked door, and behind it is something dangerous. Something worth protecting. Or destroying. In this house, loyalty kills. Every secret bleeds. And one wrong move can end it all.Concluida
Apartment 707 {JoongDunk}
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. Book cover by: lochi ✨Concluida
Crimson Vows: The Prince's Servant
Story Description: In the opulent kingdom of Varethis, where golden festivals light up the skies and royalty rules without question, one boy hides in the shadows of silk and celebration - unseen, unloved, unwanted. Dunk - the quiet, kind-hearted step-son of a noble house - is treated as less than a servant. Forced to cook, clean, and serve in silence while his stepmother and stepbrothers bask in riches, his only crime was being born to the wrong mother. To them, he is dirt beneath their shoes - and during the kingdom's grand spring festival, they plan to finally rid themselves of him. But fate has other plans. From the royal balcony, Crown Prince Joong - ruthless, feared, and infamous for his cold heart - spots a lone boy among the crowd, skin kissed by moonlight, hands calloused from labor, eyes holding something too pure for this world. He doesn't know his name. Doesn't care about his blood. All he knows is one thing: "Find him. He belongs to me now." And when Joong learns of Dunk's cruel family, he doesn't just take him - he buys him. A deal is made. A life is stolen. And a crown claims its lamb. But Joong didn't expect softness to feel like fire. And Dunk never imagined captivity could look like freedom. This is a story of obsession, royalty, and a love that shouldn't exist. Because the crown prince doesn't fall in love. He owns it.Concluida
Bound By Obsession
JoongDunk Mafia AU They said Dunk's life was perfect. Married to Phuwin - a rich, powerful heir who owned multiple companies - he was supposed to live like royalty. But behind those mansion walls, perfection was a lie. He wasn't treated like a husband. He was treated like a maid. No love. No warmth. Only orders, insults, and cruelty. Then came the unexpected - a pregnancy that turned his world upside down. Running from a life that wanted to destroy him and his baby, Dunk never imagined the universe would lead him straight into the hands of Joong Archen Aydin, the city's most feared mafia boss. For Dunk, it was their first meeting. For Joong... it wasn't. He didn't know that escaping one hell... would lead him straight into another. A man who could destroy lives with a glance. Cold. Dangerous. Merciless. And yet, the moment he saw Dunk, something snapped inside him. He wanted him. Protected him. Owned him. To Joong, Dunk became an addiction - something pure in his dark world. But somewhere between fear and obsession, their hearts began to beat as one - bound by pain, fire, and a love that no one could destroy. And when the world tried to take Dunk away again, Joong made one promise: "Touch him... and I'll burn everything you've ever loved." Dunk: "He was dangerous. I was desperate. And somehow we became home. ❗️Mpreg❗️Concluida
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.Concluida
Love Is An Oath of Violence {JoongDunk}
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‼️)Concluida
In the Line of Fire
🔥 PROLOGUE - "Before the Fall" Joong had never needed a bodyguard this close before. He had a team-faceless men in suits who lingered outside his university gates, rode in cars that tailed discreetly, whispered into hidden mics about routes and rendezvous and security zones. But this was different. This wasn't just proximity. This was permanence. The new bodyguard stood by the grand windows of Joong's penthouse suite, staring out at the skyline like it was a threat. His shoulders were square, broad, coiled like he could spring at any moment. He hadn't smiled once since stepping in. His name was Dunk Natachai. Special Forces background. Silent. Sharp. Unflinching. And terrifyingly beautiful. Joong sipped his orange juice at the breakfast table, eyes flicking upward from behind the rim of his glass. Watching. Studying. The angle of Dunk's jaw. The way his black shirt strained against muscled arms. The glint of the earpiece catching morning light. Unreachable. Untouchable. Joong couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "This is going to be fun," he whispered to himself, heart already too warm for his own good. He didn't know it then, but someday- That same man would bleed for him. Kill for him. Come for him like hellfire through steel and smoke. And Joong would fall in love with the fire that saved him.Concluida
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.
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