Two cousins. Two brothers. Four apartments. Zero boundaries. And one unspoken game: Pretend you don't know you're being watched. Joong and Pond live on the 9th floor of an apartment building, sharing noodles, drama, and a deep mutual fear of initiating conversation with hot strangers. That is-until they both fall hopelessly in lust/love with two breathtaking strangers in the park. They never spoke. Never approached. Just stared. Ached. Yearned. And then-the stalking began. But here's the twist... Joong and Pond know. They know about the shadows in the hallway. The soft clicks of a camera from across the street. The anonymous notes. The emails "from the gas company" that say "You looked good in red today." Only-they like it. And they'll never, ever let Dunk and Phuwin know. Joong (smiling sweetly as he opens his blinds): "I wonder if he's watching again." Pond (deadpan, sipping iced coffee): "He has a folder named 'Joong Smiling JPEGs.' Of course he's watching." Phuwin (in his room, eyes glued to his laptop): "Why does he always drop things when he walks past the window? It's unnatural." Dunk (without looking up): "It's bait. Don't take it." Pause. Phuwin: "I want to be caught." From apartment windows to late-night grocery runs, a delicious psychological cat-and-mouse game unfolds-where both sides think they have the upper hand. And where attraction simmers beneath every forced coincidence, every accidental touch, every withheld confession. Because sometimes, the only thing hotter than being watched... ...is knowing you're being watched-and giving them a damn good show.

[pondphuwin] delulu - just a delulu of phuwin's bday

3 wild brothers Joong,pond and Fourth meet 3 serious brothers Dunk,phuwin and Gemini, in which they show them ,there's more to life than books. JUST READ IT

(WIP)

"Some loves are written into the soul,meant to find each other again and again." Joong and Dunk are soulmates cursed to repeat a love that always ends in heartbreak. A DunkJoong Story Some Phuwinpond

It's a battle of brains vs brawn. Phuwin wants Pond to be a disciplined athlete; Pond wants Phuwin to loosen up and notice him as more than just a jersey number.

To the world, he's a billionaire king; to his husband, he's home. To the world, he's a quiet professor; to his husband's enemies, he's a ghost. One man rules the light, while the other bleeds for him in the dark. When the masks finally shatter, will the love survive the truth behind the steel?

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.

(WIP)

where in phuwin is a possesive cold husband towards pond