Always you (PONDPHUWIN)

Chapter 1: The Perfect Facade

Pond and Phuwin's life together was the epitome of a perfect romance, or at least that's what it appeared to be from the outside. They were the couple everyone admired, the ones who seemed to have it all: success, beauty, and a love that was enviable. Pond, with his sharp business acumen and commanding presence, was the ideal partner—handsome, attentive, and unwavering in his devotion to Phuwin. Phuwin, on the other hand, was the more carefree of the two, with a light-hearted nature that complemented Pond's intensity. Together, they created a picture-perfect image that friends and strangers alike couldn't help but admire.

But beneath the surface of their seemingly flawless relationship, subtle cracks were beginning to form—cracks that only those involved could truly feel. The façade of perfection they maintained was starting to weigh heavily on them both, especially as their lives grew more intertwined and the demands of their relationship increased.

Pond and Phuwin lived in a beautiful penthouse overlooking the city, a space that was both a sanctuary and a showcase of their success. The mornings started with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as they shared breakfast together, discussing the day ahead. Pond would often brush a strand of hair away from Phuwin's face, a simple yet intimate gesture that spoke volumes of their connection. These small moments of tenderness were the glue that held them together, a reminder of the love they had for each other.

Their days were filled with the hustle and bustle of their respective careers. Pond, always the consummate professional, spent hours in meetings and negotiations, his mind always two steps ahead. Phuwin, meanwhile, pursued his passion for art, his days filled with creativity and inspiration. They were both busy, but they always found time for each other—whether it was a quick lunch date or an evening spent watching their favorite movies, curled up on the couch.

Yet, amidst these idyllic moments, there were subtle hints of something deeper, something unspoken. Pond's hand would linger a little too long on Phuwin's shoulder when they said goodbye in the morning, or he would pull Phuwin a little closer when they walked together, his arm wrapped protectively around his waist. These gestures, while seemingly affectionate, carried an undercurrent of possessiveness that Phuwin was beginning to notice more and more.

The physical closeness between Pond and Phuwin was one of the most significant aspects of their relationship. From the outside, it seemed like a perfect balance of affection and passion. But to Phuwin, these moments were starting to feel a little more complicated. He loved how Pond would always reach out to hold his hand, how he would pull him close for a kiss, or how his touch could make Phuwin feel safe and loved. But there were times when these touches felt different—more like a claim than an expression of love.

One evening, as they prepared for bed, Pond stood behind Phuwin, his arms wrapped around his waist. Phuwin leaned back into Pond's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against his own. It was a comforting and familiar sensation, one that he had always cherished. But as Pond's hold tightened slightly, Phuwin couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else behind the gesture—something possessive, almost as if Pond was trying to hold onto him a little too tightly, to keep him close, to ensure that he wouldn't slip away.

Phuwin tried to push the thought aside, focusing instead on the love that he knew Pond had for him. He turned in Pond's arms and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hoping to chase away the unease that had settled in his chest. Pond responded with equal tenderness, deepening the kiss, and for a moment, all of Phuwin's doubts melted away. But as they pulled apart and prepared to sleep, the feeling lingered—a quiet whisper in the back of Phuwin's mind that something wasn't quite right.

As they lay in bed that night, Phuwin nestled into Pond's side, his head resting on Pond's chest. Pond's fingers traced gentle patterns on Phuwin's arm, lulling him into a state of drowsy contentment. Yet, even in this moment of peace, Phuwin couldn't ignore the way Pond's hold on him seemed a little too firm, the way his arm around him felt more like a barrier than a comfort.

Phuwin's thoughts drifted to the way Pond had reacted earlier in the day when Phuwin had mentioned meeting up with a friend. There had been a flicker of something in Pond's eyes—jealousy, perhaps? Or maybe it was something deeper, a need for control that Phuwin hadn't noticed before. The thought unsettled him, but he pushed it aside, convincing himself that he was overthinking things. After all, they were happy, weren't they? They loved each other. That was all that mattered.

As Phuwin drifted off to sleep, Pond lay awake, his mind racing with thoughts of Phuwin's friend, of the way Phuwin had smiled when he talked about their plans. Pond's grip on Phuwin tightened ever so slightly as he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the growing sense of unease in his own heart.