Burrowed Time

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Joong had never believed in fate. Until the accident. When he opened his eyes in the hospital, dazed and dizzy, he saw a glowing number floating above the nurse's head. 3247 It pulsed, like a heartbeat. Days. The number dropped by one as the clock struck midnight. He tried to ignore it. Pretend it was trauma, stress, anything logical. But then he saw zero above a stranger in the hallway. And the stranger died. Joong's world cracked. He stopped looking at the numbers. Stopped caring. Until the boy with the countdown of 30 days spilled iced coffee on him and smiled like sunlight. Dunk. He lived like time didn't scare him. Joong watched his number burn lower and lower, powerless. And somewhere between midnight drives, raindrop kisses, and rooftop sunrises - joong forgot that dunk was a countdown. He started treating him like a future. But fate doesn't negotiate. When love arrives with an expiration date, What hurts more -- Knowing the end is coming or loving anyway?

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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.
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Wrong Text, Right Person
Accidental texts are generally easy to forget. Accidental fantasies? Not so much. When Dunk sends a filthy, unfiltered fantasy to the wrong contact, it lands in Joong's inbox instead. He braces for disgust, maybe anger. What he gets is... curiosity. And an answer. What starts as one awkward, dangerous exchange turns into a game of late-night messages, shared secrets, and escalating dares neither of them can stop. But as their conversations turn hotter-and riskier-they'll have to decide: is this just about desire, or are they falling into something deeper... and far more dangerous than either of them planned? Au relationship: JoongDunk
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Tides of Illicit Blossom - [PhuwinDunk]
In 2015, global model Dunk Natachai retreats to rural Phuket, escaping the suffocating glare of fame. Haunted by loss, he meets 14-year-old Phuwin-a mechanic's apprentice with bruises on his skin and fire in his eyes. What begins as a fragile bond turns into something deeper when Dunk, unable to watch Phuwin suffer, buys his freedom and brings him to Bangkok as his legal guardian. Years pass. In 2025, Dunk returns from Paris at the height of his fame-only to find Phuwin no longer a boy, but a man who loves him without apology. Living under the same roof again, desire simmers into stolen touches, whispered confessions, and a love neither of them can deny. But guilt, age, and the shadows of the past threaten everything. As passion collides with fear, they must ask: is this love wrong-or is it the only thing that's ever felt right?
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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.
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Case 0522 {JoongDunk}
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.
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Before the Last Snow - [Dunk Centric]
Dunk Natachai was the kind of boy you built a life around-gentle, devoted, quietly radiant. A loving househusband and doting father, he gave up everything for Pond Naravit, his college sweetheart turned husband. Together, they had the perfect life-until Dunk's nosebleeds returned. Stage IV leukemia. Six months to live. He doesn't tell Pond. But that same day, Dunk sees Pond through a restaurant window-smiling, laughing, kissing Phuwin Tangsakyuen, Dunk's childhood best friend. He walks away, heart splintering, and begins a secret bucket list for the time he has left-with one final plea: Take care of Ashton when I'm gone. What he doesn't expect is Joong Archen, Pond's college best friend, to return-with old feelings that never truly died. Or that Phuwin, too, has loved him all along. That his kiss with Pond was a desperate mistake born not from love-but heartbreak. As secrets unravel and truths come to light, three men will break. One will fade. And Pond will realize too late that the love of his life was slipping away in silence. Before the Last Snow is a devastating tale of love betrayed, unspoken devotion, and the quiet bravery of saying goodbye.
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Bound to be broken fought to be together
They were never supposed to meet. They were never supposed to fall in love. ✨ Joong Archen Aydin - spoiled heir, scandal magnet, chaos wrapped in charm. ✨ Dunk Natachai Boomprat - cold lawyer, untouchable, a man who lives by rules. Two opposites, forced together. Two worlds that should never collide. But somewhere between the fights, the tension, and the games... they fall. And once they fall, not staying together feels like it would kill them. To hold on to each other, they'll break every rule. Ignore every warning. Risk everything. Yet in the shadows, a truth waits - hidden from the world, from Joong, and even from Dunk himself. A truth powerful enough to shake Dunk's entire world... and destroy the fragile love they've built. 💔 What happens when that secret finally comes to light? Will Dunk and Joong fight the world together - or will the truth tear them apart forever? 🔥 Enemies to lovers. Fire vs ice. A love story never meant to exist... yet too strong to let go - even if it means breaking every rule.
TRUTH,DARE or DESTINY
This isn't "bad boy who's secretly good.- This is "bad man who could destroy nations and still casually ask for your number because you caught his interest." He's seductive like silk wrapped around a dagger. He makes Joong feel safe and terrified at the same time. Because when he says, "You're interesting," you just know something in the timeline has shifted. He's not evil for the sake of it. He's a pragmatic chaos curator. He solves impossible problems for the highest bidder, or just for fun. He has no loyalties-until maybe Joong becomes his first. And Joong? Joong is the one wild card he never planned for. He didn't expect Joong to matter. But now that Joong does, he'll burn down every algorithm he's ever built to keep him close.
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Scholar of My Heart
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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Echoes Of Us
"You'll always be my bro... my special person." That was Joong Archen-affectionate, dramatic, and unapologetically loud in how he loved. He said it with a laugh, locking Dunk Natachai in a playful chokeslam as Dunk tapped frantically at his wrist in a mock protest. But then his tone shifted, laughter softening. "What if... your wife doesn't approve of me in the future?" Dunk coughed out a laugh, brushing it off like he always did with Joong's strange questions and cryptic remarks. That was just Joong-chaotic, unpredictable, somehow always pushing boundaries Dunk never knew he had. They couldn't have been more different. Joong was an extrovert who thrived on attention and late-night chaos; Dunk was an introvert who craved quiet, routine, and peace. But somehow, they worked. They balanced each other-fire and calm, noise and stillness. A friendship that shouldn't have made sense, but did. Until Joong fell in love. He never meant to. But it happened-quietly, completely. And it broke him, because he knew-he knew-his homophobic best friend would never feel the same. Or so he thought. When a moment of vulnerability turned into a mistake too big to ignore, Dunk chose to walk away. 7 years passed. Joong became a rising star-model, singer, and heartthrob. Dunk built an empire of his own as the CEO of Mon Amour, Bangkok's most beloved bakery. Their worlds had changed, but the wounds remained. As they come face-to-face once more, the weight of unspoken words and the sting of broken promises hang heavy between them. Yet, beneath the years of silence and pain lies a bond too deep to be forgotten. As they rebuild what was broken, their journey becomes one of rediscovery-not just of each other, but of themselves. The past collides with the present as they explore if love, when it's real, can survive time, heartbreak, and fear. Because real love doesn't fade. It waits-for the right moment to begin again.
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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.

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