The days at the estate had settled into a quiet routine, with Phuwin pouring all his energy into caring for Chompoo. The little girl had become the center of his world, bringing light into his otherwise lonely life. Pond's visits continued, and while the tension between them had eased slightly with Chompoo's presence, the underlying currents of control and manipulation remained.
One evening, as Phuwin was preparing Chompoo for bed, he noticed that she seemed unusually fussy. Her cheeks were flushed, and when he touched her forehead, he felt the unmistakable heat of a high fever. Panic surged through him—Chompoo had never been this sick before, and Phuwin felt a wave of fear at the thought of something happening to her.
He tried to keep calm, cradling Chompoo in his arms as he reached for his phone to call Pond. Pond had always insisted that Phuwin contact him immediately if there were any issues with Chompoo, and this was clearly an emergency.
Phuwin dialed Pond's number, his heart pounding as he waited for the call to connect. But instead of hearing Pond's voice, he was greeted by a cold, familiar tone.
"This is Nok," Pond's wife answered, her voice clipped and emotionless.
"Nok, it's Phuwin," he said quickly, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. "Chompoo is really sick. I need to speak to Pond."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, long enough for Phuwin's anxiety to spike. He could almost feel Nok's disdain through the phone, and when she finally spoke, her words were laced with cold indifference.
"Pond is busy," Nok said sharply. "He doesn't have time to deal with your problems."
Phuwin's breath caught in his throat, his panic rising. "Please, this is serious. She has a high fever. I need his help—"
But Nok cut him off, her tone icy. "I told you, he's busy. Handle it yourself."
Before Phuwin could respond, the line went dead. He stared at the phone in disbelief, a mix of anger and fear coursing through him. Nok had deliberately refused to let him speak to Pond, leaving him to deal with the situation on his own.
There was no time to waste. Phuwin quickly wrapped Chompoo in a blanket, her small body trembling with fever, and grabbed his keys. He couldn't afford to wait any longer—Chompoo needed medical attention, and he would have to get her to the hospital himself.
The drive to the nearest hospital was harrowing. Chompoo's fever was alarmingly high, and Phuwin's hands shook as he navigated the dark, winding roads. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, his fear for Chompoo's safety overwhelming him. He kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror, his heart aching as she whimpered in discomfort.
When they finally arrived at the hospital, Phuwin rushed inside, cradling Chompoo in his arms. The staff quickly took over, whisking Chompoo away to be treated, leaving Phuwin to pace anxiously in the waiting room, his mind a whirlwind of fear and anger.
As the minutes dragged on, Phuwin tried calling Pond again, desperate to reach him. But each time, the call went unanswered. He could only assume that Nok was continuing to block his attempts to contact Pond, and the thought filled him with a mix of frustration and helplessness.
Back at the estate, Pond returned home late, expecting to find Phuwin and Chompoo where he always did. But when he stepped into the quiet house, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. The usual sounds of Phuwin caring for Chompoo were absent, replaced by an eerie silence that set Pond's nerves on edge.
He quickly searched the estate, growing more agitated with each empty room he passed. By the time he reached Phuwin's bedroom and found it empty, his frustration had turned to fury. Phuwin and Chompoo were nowhere to be found, and that realization ignited a storm of anger within him.
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Journey (PONDPHUWIN)
FanfictionCOMPLETE Phuwin, a young man caught in a web of power and control, and Pond, the wealthy and influential figure who becomes both his captor and his lover.
