Joong arrives at Dunk's farm a shy, unkempt alpha fresh from the lord's residence-untouched, untaught, and unsure if he's worth more than manual labor. Dunk, sharp-edged omega horse breeder, wants an hair and want's Joong to provide him with one. What starts as a marriage of convenience becomes something far sweeter: late-night cuddles, Godji's endless cakes, awkward first rut negotiations, Joong learning how to be wanted and Dunk learning to love. Slow-burn tenderness meets laugh-out-loud awkwardness in this cozy A/B/O tale of two men building a family-and there will be lots of cake. 🥧💕

THE BOY NEXT DOOR I HATE Dunk has always been the good son-the responsible one with big dreams of becoming a chef and opening his own restaurant. But there's one person who has always managed to turn his perfect life upside down. Joong. They grew up next door to each other, and Joong spent their childhood teasing and bullying Dunk until he couldn't stand him anymore. Or at least, that's what Dunk told himself. Years later, after leaving Thailand and building a life of his own, Dunk returns home. And so does Joong. But the boy Dunk remembers is gone. Joong has changed, and their reunion is anything but warm. Old memories, family history, endless arguments, and unexpected jealousy begin pulling them into something neither of them planned for. Dunk knows one thing for certain: He hates Joong. At least... that's what he keeps telling himself.

"Forever was never the deal. Until it was the only thing left." The "deal" was supposed to be a surgical strike: clean, efficient, and devoid of complications. Dunk was the king of the one-night stand, a man whose heart was as guarded as a high-security trauma ward. But Joong Archen didn't play by the rules of the ER; he played the long game of a neurosurgeon. Day one: One night only.. This kid is cute, but he's way too serious. I'll break him in a week. One week later: Dunk woke in Joong's bed AGAIN He should have left hours ago, yet he found himself pulling the duvet higher. "I'm just staying over because his bed is actually comfortable," he muttered to the empty guest pillow. "It's purely for the lumbar support." One month later: Dunk stood at the edge of the cafeteria, his grip tightening on his tray until his knuckles turned white. He watched the Head of Pediatrics laugh at something Joong said, his chest tightening with a strange, caustic heat. Wait... why am I jealous of her talking to him? It's just a consult. It's not like we're... anything. Three months later: Dunk stood in front of the vanity in Joong's master bath, frozen. Next to the sleek, electronic toothbrush Joong used sat a second one-Dunk's. Beside it was his favorite face cream and a spare set of his contacts. He stared at the reflection of his own confused eyes, wondering exactly when he'd stopped going back to his own apartment. What begins as a one night agreement quicklyspirals into Dunk crashing at Joong's apartment for the comfort of a post-call shower and home-cooked fried egg rice, a domestic trap that Dunk is too arrogant to admit he loves. From Joong carrying a flirting Dunk out of bars over his shoulder to shielding him from violent patients in the trauma bay, the "quiet nerd" systematically dismantles Dunk's defenses with surgical precision.

HOLY SIN 🪽🖤 Heaven was built upon sacred laws. Hell was built upon ancient power. For centuries, the two kingdoms have existed beneath an unspoken order, separated by boundaries that no one dares to question. At the heart of Heaven stands Dunk, its beloved Firstborn, raised beneath celestial light and destined for a crown he never asked for. In the kingdom below stands Joong, Hell's feared heir, born beneath crimson skies and raised to carry the weight of a kingdom that demands strength above all else. Two princes. Two kingdoms. Two worlds that were never meant to intertwine. Yet sometimes, the things Heaven forbids are the very things that refuse to disappear. As ancient laws begin to tighten and old secrets buried between the kingdoms slowly surface, Dunk and Joong find themselves drawn into a story neither of them understands. A story of duty and desire. Of loyalty and choice. Of light and darkness. And of a bond that may force them to question everything they were taught to believe. Because Heaven has its laws. Hell has its own. And some choices are dangerous not because they are made without understanding... but because they are made with open eyes. HOLY SIN Two heirs. Two kingdoms. One forbidden truth. And a story that Heaven would rather remain forgotten. 🪽🖤