Before college, Phuwin confesses in a letter and hides it in Pond's bag. Pond never finds it. Years later, after drifting apart, Pond cleans his old backpack and finally opens the letter. But Phuwin's married now, and the timing's gone. "You told me everything too late. Or maybe I found it too late. Either way, we missed it."

Joongdunk Perthsanta and Pondphuwin Fanfiction

This is a story about Pond a bio medical engineering student and Phuwin,a fine arts student. They had unpleasant meeting at first. The feelings started to grew longer days by days. Their first meeting couldn't have gone worse - a spilled cup of paint on Pond's notes, a sharp comment, and a glare that could kill. From that moment, Phuwin decides that Pond is arrogant and impossible. Pond, on the other hand, convinces himself that Phuwin is dramatic and infuriating. They both would've happily ignored each other forever. But things take a turn when Pond's ex-girlfriend suddenly shows up on campus - laughing with someone new, looking happier than ever. Jealousy and pride twist inside him until, in a moment of panic, he blurts out a lie to save face: > "I'm seeing someone." And fate, with its cruel sense of humor, chooses that exact moment for Phuwin to walk by. Now trapped in his own reckless scheme, Pond begs Phuwin to play along - just for a week, he promises. Against his better judgment, Phuwin agrees, partly to spite him, partly out of curiosity. What starts as an awkward act soon grows complicated. The teasing glances turn into real smiles, fake dates start to feel like something more, and late-night study sessions blur the line between acting and honesty. Pond begins to see beyond Phuwin's guarded attitude - the warmth in his laugh, the gentleness in his art. And Phuwin starts to notice the real Pond, the one who hides his heart behind sarcasm and science. But every lie has an expiration date. When Phuwin learns that it all began as a game - that his feelings might have been built on a lie - the fragile connection between them breaks. Pond is left standing in the silence he created, realizing too late that the person he used to provoke just to get a reaction... has become the one person he truly wants to protect. Now, he has to prove that what started as a lie has become something real - even if it means baring his heart completely.

Pond X Phuwin Warning: An age-gap, dark romance exploring the twisted bond between art, control, and captivity.Stockholm Syndrome!! "Do you think I liked you just because you're good at drawing?" Pond whispers, his hand wrapped around his throat. "No. You were broken. And I... I saw in you everything I hated about myself. And that's why I want you now-only for me. Draw for me. Live for me. Breathe only for me."

Pond Naravit is a chaotic whirlwind of a gamer; loud, dramatic, broke, and kicked out of home for being himself. Now living alone in Bangkok, his rent is overdue, his landlord is terrifying, and his life is one step away from disaster. So he posts an Instagram ad: "Roommate wanted" Phuwin Tangsakyuen; a soft, quiet freelance artist from Chiang Mai who wants to start a new life. Clean, gentle, introverted... and the exact opposite of Pond in every possible way. When Phuwin answers the ad, Pond expects a roommate. He doesn't expect someone who will paint calm into his chaos... or someone whose softness will crash into his life louder than any game he streams. Two opposites under one roof. One messy gamer. One gentle artist. A disaster meeting a dream. And somewhere between shared rent, mid night snacks, and clashing personalities... they slowly become home to each other. Its a Simple PondPhuwin Story. Hope you will like it 🎀

Hi... This is just a Fanfiction of Joongphuwin, this is my second Fanfiction, I just simply try to write about Joongphuwin with my vision. I hope u will like it, please make sure to give comments on this.

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Phuwin hides his pain behind a radiant smile that fools everyone, including Pond, his cold and distant husband. Forced into a loveless marriage by their wealthy families, Phuwin silently yearns for affection, trying desperately to make their relationship work. But his efforts are met with indifference, and as his hope fades, Phuwin gives up-on college, on their marriage, and on life itself. It's only when Pond realizes how deeply broken Phuwin has been all along that he tries to save the boy who had already stopped believing in happiness. But bringing Phuwin back from the edge may be harder than Pond ever imagined.

"𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑼𝑵." pond and phuwin are boyfriends for 4 years now but pond is always gentle and kind to phuwin and phuwin hates that he still does that especially since they are in junior year of high school. can teasing him change things? ✶-

--- St. Gabriel University was more than just a prestigious school-it was a stage where power, reputation, and secrets danced behind every hallway and classroom. At the top of the food chain was Pond Naravit, the campus heartthrob. With his killer smile, rebellious aura, and loyal gang behind him, he ruled the school like a young king. But beneath his cocky smirks and teasing jabs hid a truth no one knew: he was secretly drawn to Phuwin Tangsakyuen, the quiet, book-loving scholarship student who barely spoke a word to anyone. Phuwin, on the other hand, was used to being overlooked. He preferred his books to people, silence to popularity. But he couldn't understand why the school's most popular bad boy always seemed to single him out-for teasing, mocking, and subtle glances that lingered just a bit too long. Then there was Joong Archen, SSG President and son of the university's owner. Charming, disciplined, and always composed. No one knew he had eyes only for Dunk Natachai, the school's golden athlete. But Joong kept his feelings locked away, content to watch from the shadows, silently protecting Dunk from harm-including from his own cousin, Pond. Dunk, the friendly, grounded athlete, found peace in two things: sports and books. That's why he and Phuwin instantly clicked. What Dunk didn't realize was that his best friend was slowly becoming the bridge between hearts that were never meant to meet. At St. Gabriel, love was a dangerous game-especially when it bloomed in the middle of pride, secrets, and the pressure of perfection. . ✍️Ven_Writes