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A JDPPW story ( warning ⚠️ 18+ , smut and cursing) Joong Dunk - arranged marriage trope PondPhuwin - boss employee trope Not written for harming actors image Read if you like don't read if you don't ,do not spread negativity Happy reading 🦀❤️✨

Dunk has two rules: never fall in love and never lose to Joong. As the campus's most notorious playboy, Dunk treats relationships like games-fun, temporary, and easy to walk away from. Joong, his arrogant rival and lifelong enemy, is the only person who can get under his skin. They compete in everything, fight constantly, and would rather die than admit the other is attractive. Then one strange night changes everything. A mysterious girl offers Dunk a glass of rare liquor. He drinks it without a second thought. The next morning, he wakes up with long hair, a soft voice, and a face so beautiful it doesn't even feel like his own. Panicked and trapped in a body he doesn't recognize, Dunk is determined to find a cure before anyone discovers the truth. There's just one problem. Joong can't stop looking at him.

Pond and Perth were raised to hate the royal family. Now they enter the palace with a secret mission, protecting two Pure Omega princes. Pond × Phuwin. Perth × Santa. Joong × Dunk. Aou × Boom. Four different stories. One dangerous secret. As love grows, trust breaks, and buried truths rise from the past, they discover that the people they were taught to hate... may become the people they can't live without. 🩸 Love was never the mission. 👑 Neither was the truth. here is a jasper × faen story y'all this includes mystery, romance, royalty, omegaverse and secrets 👑 also content 🔞 scenes so if you are uncomfortable skip it , do support lovies and enjoy 🫶🏻🎀

Dunk and Phuwin were childhood best friends, bound like the Sun and Moon-Dunk, the warm and radiant extrovert, and F Phuwin, the quiet, comforting introvert. Their friendship deepened in high school when they met Joong and Pond, forming an inseparable bond. But everything changed 5 years ago in college. Just before graduation, Dunk killed himself and was found dead hanging in their favorite hideout, leaving behind only questions and heartbreak. Five years later, the t three reunite on the anniversary of Dunk's death, determined to uncover the truth, They found out the reason for everything Duck did and why he did it. They finally found all the answers but some ghosts never rest and some friendships refuse to die. They can't get over it one day while returning from bar they had a accident and wakeup in past one night before dunk death, now they have to save dunk without anyone else finding out. this will be a Dunk X joong X pond X phuwin relationship

Prince Joong is used to getting what he wants-he's an alpha, the future king, and far too arrogant to believe anyone could ever tame him. Then come the three omegas. Pond, who smiles sweetly as he pulls Joong apart. Dunk, who whispers commands that leave Joong breathless. Phuwin, who punishes disobedience with a kiss and a smirk. They don't want his crown. They want his body. His submission. His soul. And Joong? He swore no omega would ever touch him. Now he's begging for their hands. Three omegas. One alpha. And no safe word in sight.

Just A Bit Lethal Book 1 (The Wicked Game Series) Can a man who doesn't feel learn to fall in love? "They call him a sociopath. They say he feels nothing. So why do I struggle to breathe when he looks at me?" The Setup: Joong Archen Aydin (Turkish) agrees to fake dating his billionaire boss Sky Wongravee Nateetorn in Istanbul to help him dodge a forced marriage in his boss's home country Thailand. And also find out who wants to kill his boss. The Catch: The boss's family is a ruthless mafia clan, and a deadly coup is in motion. The Problem: The main suspect is Naravit "Pond" Lertratkosum his boss's half-brother, a cold, dangerously attractive man who treats lives like a game of chess. Joong knows Pond is a threat. He knows Pond might plan to kill them all. But when the trap is set and blood starts to flow, Joong has no one else to rely on. Trapped together on the run, a normal life fades away. Lost in a whirlwind of strong desire, trauma, and desperate survival, Joong becomes completely hooked on the dark, toxic protection of a man who can't love but will destroy everything to keep him alive. A dark MM mafia romance with fake dating, intense hurt/comfort, and an emotionally stunted anti-hero who discovers his singular obsession..

Some people study for grades. Some people study for glory. And some people study you. - The university gates are older than him, older than most cities, and Joong thinks they look like something out of a dream. Gold-lettered. Grand. Intimidating. He's thirty minutes early, wearing the sunshine-yellow sweater his sister insisted was his "lucky charm" for first impressions. There's a little sweat under his collar. A lot of hope clinging to his chest. New job. New campus. A chance to do something that matters. He rehearses his introduction under his breath as he walks through the corridor. "Good morning, I'm Professor Joong-no, too stiff-Hi, I'm Joong, and I'll be your-ugh, too casual-" His thoughts are interrupted by the sight of students walking past, bright-eyed, laughing, full of potential. And then one student-him. A flash of crisp uniform. Black hair that shines too clean under the light. A stride too precise to be accidental. He's talking to someone, nodding politely, smiling just enough to seem approachable-but there's a wall behind that face. A polished, perfect wall. Joong doesn't know his name yet. Not officially. But he knows this: That boy is the kind people write scholarship recommendations for before they even graduate. The kind that carries the university's reputation on his shoulders and makes it look like silk. "That's Dunk," someone whispers beside him. "Student Council President. Top of the class. Literally the best we have."

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.