Whispers of Fame [PondPhuwin] OG

Silent pleas

Phuwin spent the rest of the day immersed in social media, scrolling through news articles and posts about him and Pond. He couldn't help but notice how the media portrayed him as attention-seeking and responsible for creating trouble for Pond, especially with Pond's upcoming series about to be released.

"Phuwin's Secret Agenda Revealed: Exploiting Pond for Fame and Fortune"

Headlines and comments speculated on their relationship and Phuwin's intentions, painting a picture that didn't align with reality. Phuwin felt a mix of frustration and helplessness as he read through the sensationalized coverage, realizing how quickly narratives could be twisted.

1. "Phuwin, why are you always causing drama? Leave Pond alone!"
2. "I used to like Phuwin, but now I'm not sure. Is he just using Pond for attention?"
3. "I hope Pond's upcoming series isn't affected by this drama. Phuwin needs to be more careful."
4. "Phuwin, focus on your own career and stop riding on Pond's fame!"
5. "I don't believe Phuwin's intentions are genuine. He's just trying to stay relevant."
6. "It's sad to see Phuwin getting involved in controversy. He should think before he acts."
7. "I support Pond but not Phuwin. He seems like bad news."
8. "Maybe Phuwin should stay out of the limelight for a while and let things cool down."
9. "I hope Pond knows what he's doing. Phuwin doesn't seem trustworthy."
10. "Phuwin, you should address these rumors and clarify your relationship with Pond."

He tried to focus on the positive comments and support from his fans, but the negative press overshadowed everything. The more he read, the more isolated and misunderstood he felt. Unable to shake off the unease, he considered reaching out to Pond, hoping to clear the air and find some reassurance amidst the storm of public opinion.

Phuwin sat on the edge of his bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of his bedside lamp, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the turmoil in his heart. The events of the morning replayed in his mind like a broken record, each replay bringing a fresh wave of guilt and anxiety.

His thumb hovered over Pond's contact for a moment before he took a deep breath and pressed the call button. The phone rang once, twice, three times. Each ring felt like a lifetime. Finally, it went to voicemail.

"Hey, it's Pond. Leave a message."

Phuwin's heart sank as he listened to the automated voice. He hung up without saying anything and immediately sent a text message instead.

"Hey Pond, I'm really sorry about this morning. Can we please talk?"

He stared at the screen, willing a response to appear, but none came. Minutes ticked by, each one making the silence feel heavier. Phuwin stood up and began pacing his room, the anxiety gnawing at him. He glanced at his phone every few seconds, hoping to see a reply, but the screen remained stubbornly blank.

Unable to sit still any longer, Phuwin decided to try calling again. This time, the call went straight to voicemail. The rejection felt like a punch to the gut. Desperation creeping in, he sent another message.

"Pond, please. I need to explain. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

He put the phone down on his desk and walked to the window, looking out at the cityscape. The bustling life outside was in stark contrast to the quiet turmoil inside his room. He could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, but he blinked them away, trying to stay strong.

An hour passed, then another. Phuwin's phone remained silent. The comments on social media were relentless, painting him as the villain in a story he never meant to be part of. He tried calling Pond one more time, but again, there was no answer. This time, he left a voicemail, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Pond, it's Phuwin. I know you're upset, and I understand. But please, just let me explain. I'm so sorry for everything."

After hanging up, Phuwin sat back down on his bed, his head in his hands. He felt helpless, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He wanted to talk to Pond, to make things right, but it seemed like Pond had shut him out completely.

His phone buzzed, and for a moment, hope flared in his chest. But it was just another social media notification, another comment tearing him apart. He threw the phone onto the bed in frustration and buried his face in his hands.

"Why did this have to happen?" he whispered to himself, the tears finally breaking free.

Phuwin spent the rest of the day in a daze, alternating between trying to reach Pond and scrolling through the barrage of negative comments online. Each attempt to contact Pond went unanswered, each new comment a fresh wound.

As night fell, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His phone was silent, a testament to the distance growing between him and Pond. The darkness of the room felt suffocating, mirroring the despair in his heart.

"Please, Pond," he whispered into the darkness, his voice breaking. "I need you."

But the silence was his only reply.

— 🎀 —

Phuwin lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His phone, silent and cold, rested beside him. Each failed attempt to reach Pond had chipped away at his resolve, leaving him feeling empty and desolate. His stomach growled, but the thought of eating seemed alien and unimportant compared to the chaos swirling in his mind.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence of the apartment. Phuwin didn't move at first, thinking it was just another delivery or neighbor. But the ringing persisted, insistent and demanding. With a sigh, he forced himself up and shuffled to the door.

"Dunk?" Phuwin's voice was a mix of surprise and confusion as he opened the door to find his best friend standing there, carrying a large bag of food and wearing a concerned expression.

Dunk didn't wait for an invitation. He stepped inside, his eyes filled with worry.

"Hey, Phuwin."

As soon as Phuwin saw Dunk, the dam holding back his emotions broke. Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. He couldn't hold back the sobs that wracked his body, all the fear, confusion, and guilt crashing over him in waves.

Dunk dropped the bag of food on the kitchen counter and immediately wrapped Phuwin in a tight hug.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmured, rubbing Phuwin's back soothingly. "I'm here. Let it out."

Phuwin clung to Dunk, his sobs shaking his entire body. "I-I messed up so bad, Dunk. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"I know," Dunk replied softly, continuing to hold him. "It's going to be okay. We'll figure this out together."

-tbc