Seungmin receives a text from an unknown number and the thrill of texting someone new gets to him. He enjoys the attention of the man that texts him every day, adding in spice to his otherwise boring life. It's just a plus that the guy flirting with him is also a sweet alpha. *** MAIN SHIP Seungbin - Alpha!Changbin Omega!Seungmin *** SIDE SHIPS Chansung - Alpha!Chan Omega!Jisung Minlix - Alpha!Minho Omega!Felix Hyunin - Alpha!Hyunjin Omega!Jeongin *** WORD COUNT: 41,811

Pond has two problems. The first is Phuwin. The second is that Phuwin has been his problem since they were five. Unfortunately, growing up did not make Phuwin less loud, less shameless, less irritating, or less determined to make Pond's life difficult. It only made him taller, more athletic, more popular, and significantly harder to ignore. Which is particularly inconvenient when the six idiots who grew up together in the same neighbourhood somehow end up at the same university. Pond is trying to study. Phuwin is trying to have fun. Joong is trying to survive. Dunk is enjoying the disaster. Perth is actively contributing to it. Santa is just happy to be there. And somewhere between childhood fights, teenage disasters, university chaos, and years of insisting that they are **just friends**, Pond and Phuwin are going to have to deal with the one thing neither of them has ever been particularly good at: being normal about each other. They are still exactly the same six idiots. Only now there are exams, university dorms, new people, bad decisions, and absolutely no adult supervision. And Pond and Phuwin? They are just friends. Obviously. They have been just friends for years. What could possibly go wrong? (It's a PhuwinPond story ♡)

Some confessions are never meant to be heard. Joong Archen doesn't believe in God, doesn't believe in fate, and certainly doesn't believe in sitting inside a church confession box on a Saturday afternoon - but his parents don't give him much of a choice. He expects silence. He expects boredom. He doesn't expect to hear the boy from his university pour his entire heart out to a priest who isn't there. Dunk Natachai has been carrying a secret for three years - a name he whispers only to himself and his friends, a feeling he tucked away behind hospital appointments and borrowed time. He has six months left, and a heart that was always too full in more ways than one. What begins as one stolen confession unravels into an unexpected friendship, quiet Sunday mornings, borrowed laughter, and a love that neither of them planned for. But time has always been the cruelest variable - and six months is both everything and nowhere near enough. Some people come into your life like a prayer. And some prayers, no matter how hard you hold them, have an expiry date.

Eight bedrooms. Three floors. One deeply codependent friend group operating as a functional domestic ecosystem held together by meal schedules, emotional support, and increasingly suspicious top-floor weather. Felix thinks Hyunjin is rigid, difficult, and constitutionally incapable of relaxing. Hyunjin thinks Felix is too bright, too slippery, and offensively committed to jogging before breakfast. Unfortunately, they keep ending up in each other's routines, in each other's rooms, and eventually in each other's beds. In a townhouse full of neurodiverse disasters, Hyunjin and Felix go from long-time top-floor frenemies to something much harder to classify. Unfortunately for them, the rest of the house is onto them long before they're able to fully grasp what's happening. And Han is both willing and more than able to make that everyone's problem. Featuring loud omegas, dangerous betas, one terrifyingly competent future pack alpha, suspicious sleeping arrangements, shared bathroom diplomacy, scent-based emotional compromise, zero respect for privacy, and one top-floor slow burn that gets steadily harder to explain away as "just weird house behaviour."

(Book 2 Of The OH-Megaverse Series) READ BOOK 1 FIRST! Omegaverse (With a Genderbending Twist) "StrayKids" POLY Relationship (OT8) ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ Abduction, Assault and Battery, Death, Discrimination, Gay Sex, Harassment, Interchangeable Gender, Kidnapping, Murder, Sexism, Social Economic Class Divides, Stalking, Straight Sex, Violence "COMPLETE FICTION" StrayKids are only face/name claims and occasional character traits. Let us all remember SKZ have their own lives and I personally DO NOT KNOW THEM. This is but a book of fiction. I may use their names but it has NOTHING to do with them.

For eight years, they have been halves of one whole. Best friends. Everything to each other. Three times, they almost crossed the line. Three times, they pretended nothing happened. And if this means nothing. And if it has never meant anything. Then why not just go further?

At Aureline University, people like them don't usually belong. Not in buildings named after billionaires. Not at invitation-only parties hidden above the city. Not in hallways filled with students who wear power like perfume. But this year is different. A new batch of transfer students arrives on campus under circumstances nobody fully understands, and suddenly Aureline feels smaller than it used to. Friend groups shift. Rumors spread faster. People start paying attention to the wrong things. Especially the wrong people. Diesel. Style. Atom. Warich. Boys everyone knows about long before meeting them. And somehow, despite every warning, Day, Fadel, Tinn, and Tan keep ending up in their orbit. Maybe it's coincidence. Maybe it's curiosity. Maybe some disasters are impossible to avoid. Because somewhere between late-night conversations, reckless decisions, crowded dorm rooms, and the kind of secrets nobody says out loud, things begin changing too quickly for anyone to stop them. At Aureline, appearances matter. Reputations matter more. And love? Love is the easiest thing to lie about. Afterall, love is easy. It's trust that ruins people.

IT'S A PHUWINPOND STORY SO IF ANYONE ISN'T COMFORTABLE WITH THE IDEA PLEASE SKIP THIS ONE! ALSO, IT'S GOING TO BE A LITTLE MORE SMUTTIER THAN MY USUAL WORKS! HOPE YOU LIKE IT ENJOY!!! <3 Pond has always been the kind of boy people orbit without thinking. Third year on campus, his reputation walks ahead of him - reckless charm, easy dominance, a confidence so natural it almost feels like instinct. He wins dares, hearts, and attention without trying. Control is simply who he is. Phuwin is... harder to read. Quieter. Sharper. Unimpressed in ways that feel almost intentional. Where Pond is wildfire, Phuwin is gravity - subtle, steady, impossible to escape once you step too close. What begins as a careless late-night bet is supposed to be simple: prove a point, claim a victory, move on. But some games don't follow familiar rules. With every encounter that follows, something in Pond shifts in ways he can't explain, can't predict, and definitely can't admit. Pride turns restless. Curiosity turns consuming. And the version of himself he has always relied on starts to feel strangely... incomplete. As lines blur between competition and connection, both of them are pulled into a quiet emotional tug-of-war where winning no longer means what it used to. Because sometimes surrender isn't about losing control - it's about discovering where you truly belong. In a story of ego, tension, and the terrifying comfort of being understood, Pond will learn that not all falls are failures. Some are simply gravity calling you home.

Pond Naravit is broke enough to answer a suspiciously vague job listing titled: "Private Companion Needed for Social Events." The pay is ridiculous. The expectations seem simple. Pretend to be someone's boyfriend. Attend fancy dinners. Look convincing. What Pond does not expect is for the client to be Phuwin Tangsakyuen-rich, composed, and rumored to be the kind of person you really shouldn't annoy. Phuwin didn't expect Pond either. But somehow the chaotic university student who talks too much and smiles too easily ends up signing the contract anyway. It's temporary. Strictly professional. Just a public arrangement for appearances. There are rules. There are boundaries. And absolutely no emotional involvement. Unfortunately, Pond has never been very good at following rules.

It's just a quest. A weird one, yes. But he has helped a hundred ghosts by now. Why should this be any different?