PONDPHUWIN ONESHOTS

5. Falling into You

Phuwin adjusted the garland on his cousin’s lapel for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, suppressing a sigh as he admired the final look. The wedding hall buzzed with the energy of family, friends, and laughter, but after two days of constant wedding preparations and celebrations, all he wanted was a little break.

"Phuwin, where’s the ring box?" his aunt called, eyes darting in the crowd.

"In my pocket, Auntie!" he yelled back, giving her a reassuring smile as he pulled it out.

He’d been a one-man wedding machine—fetching flowers, arranging seating, handling last-minute vendor issues—so by the time the night’s afterparty rolled around, he was exhausted.

Spotting an empty room upstairs, Phuwin slipped away from the party, figuring it was just a guest room. The bed called to him like an oasis in the desert, and he fell onto it with a sigh, melting into its comfort as he closed his eyes.

The peace lasted all of thirty seconds before a voice cut through the silence.

"Is the bed comfortable?"

Phuwin’s eyes flew open, and he sat up, startled to find Pond, the groom's younger brother, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded and a smirk firmly in place.

"Pond…" Phuwin began, straightening up, “What are you doing here?"

Pond raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he strolled further into the room. "And here I thought you’d come up here to avoid the party on purpose. You looked like you were trying to sneak away.”

Phuwin flushed, instinctively pulling a pillow closer to his chest. "I—I was just…tired," he stammered. "It’s been a long day."

"Of course," Pond replied, eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned back against the wall, hands sliding casually into his pockets. "But what I don’t get is why you picked my bed for your little escape plan. Didn’t anyone tell you it’s tradition around here to steer clear of the groom’s family’s private rooms?"

Phuwin huffed, determined not to let Pond get under his skin. "I was tired, okay? I thought it was just a guest room. It’s not like there was a ‘No Phuwins Allowed’ sign on the door."

Pond chuckled, amused by his response. "Guess you’ll need a personal invitation to avoid crashing in places you shouldn’t be.”

“Oh, please,” Phuwin replied, rolling his eyes. “Maybe next time, don’t make your room look so inviting. You know, maybe a big, scary sign on the door might’ve done the trick.”

Pond’s gaze flickered over Phuwin, a playful spark in his eyes. "I think you just wanted an excuse to see me again."

The words caught Phuwin off guard, and he struggled to come up with a response. He had no idea why his heart was racing from Pond’s teasing words, nor why he felt a warmth spreading across his cheeks.

Pond laughed at Phuwin’s silence, taking a step closer. "Remember, we did meet earlier. You stole the last mango dessert from me at the buffet line."

Phuwin’s lips quirked up in defiance. "I remember you trying to guilt-trip me into giving it back. As if you weren’t already hoarding an entire plate.”

Pond shrugged, a slow grin spreading over his face. "What can I say? A man knows what he wants."

Phuwin tried to ignore the way Pond’s words lingered in the air. "So, what are you doing here, anyway?" he asked, hoping to redirect the conversation.

"I came up to get some quiet too,” Pond replied, his voice softening slightly as he looked at Phuwin. “Seems like we both had the same idea."

There was a beat of silence between them, a comfortable pause that felt oddly intimate.