They were fire and gasoline. Phuwin's brooding jealousy and emotional walls clashing with Pond's impulsive charm and wandering eyes. They ruined each other every single night and crawled back begging for more. One year later the heir returns. Colder, sharper, deadlier. Old lovers meet as sworn enemies. Taunts that cut like knives, flirtations designed to kill, jealousy that burns cities down, and a pull neither can escape. ⚠️ - mentions of toxicity activity - smut - violence

Being best friends with Pond was easy. Too easy, actually. He's loud, popular, a walking flirt, and annoyingly attractive if you're into that sort of thing (Phuwin is. Unfortunately.) Phuwin has kept his feelings locked up tighter than Pond's shirt buttons during summer, telling himself it's fine. He's fine. Everything is fine. Until Pond gets a girlfriend. A serious one. And suddenly, Phuwin starts wondering if "best friends" should hurt this much. Meanwhile, Pond blissfully straight and oblivious starts having the weirdest dreams, the weirdest thoughts, and the weirdest reactions every time Phuwin bites back with his usual sass and a dangerous smirk. Love? No way. That would be .. okay, maybe. Maybe yes. Please this is my first fanfiction and I'm not a writer so feel free to like and comment your opinions. I hope y'all like it. Thank you 😊😊

(Pond Phuwin) Insta/Text/Narrative vibes // Pond is the campus golden boy-loud, charming, painfully handsome. Phuwin? Quiet, artsy, better at expressing himself through a lens than actual conversation. When an anonymous photo of Pond goes viral on campus, the mystery behind the account becomes everyone's favorite guessing game. Including Pond's. But what starts as curiosity turns into love...

Pond Naravit is not a man people manipulate. He doesn't rule with loud threats or dramatic cruelty. He rules with patience. With timing. With a smile that means he already knows more than you do. As the quiet force behind one of the most powerful empires in the city, Pond enjoys challenges the way other men enjoy luxury. The smarter the opponent, the more entertained he becomes. So when a dancer walks into his club, strips away the room's arrogance, and dares to rate him instead- Pond doesn't get offended. He gets curious. Phuwin Tangsakyuen is a skilled thief raised in the underground world, trained to slip into places he doesn't belong. Alongside his partner Fourth, he steals information, influence, and leverage from powerful men who never see him coming. His next target? Pond Naravit. The plan is simple: Get close. Make him want you. Take what you need. Leave before it gets complicated. What begins as a calculated seduction turns into a dangerous game of who can outthink, outflirt, and outlast the other. Because this time, the thief might not be the only one pretending. And when you try to seduce the devil- you better be ready if he decides to keep you.

Just thought of writing a oneshot on the basis of PondPhuwin's performance on bad girls like you.

"IT'S A PHUWINPOND STORY." In a world built on legacy, contracts, and names that carry more weight than the people who inherit them, two lives quietly collide under circumstances neither of them chose. Pond moves through life like he's trying not to disturb it-soft-spoken, careful, always a step back from taking up too much space. He smiles easily, but never lingers where he feels like he doesn't belong. Phuwin, on the other hand, exists in precision and silence-controlled, composed, and far too used to keeping everything exactly where it should be. When their worlds overlap, nothing about it feels simple. Not the distance between them. Not the way conversations stop short. Not the way presence alone begins to mean more than words ever do. Surrounded by people who see too much, say too little, and understand far more than they should, both of them are forced to navigate something that doesn't fit neatly into expectations or arrangements. Some things are written down. Some things are carefully agreed upon. And some things begin quietly-without permission, without warning, and without ever asking to be noticed.

"When Phuwin gets invited to spend his holiday at his best friend's house, already excited thinking about the days ahead and the gigantic pool, nothing seems to go according to the plan as secrets unfold and risky teasing banter starts having an impact on everything around him..." Or: Phuwin flirts with his best friend's brother, which leads to more and more issues. GUILTY +16 > summer romance, smut, (light) angst ©PHUMEOWW's original work.

"Tutoring was the excuse. Watching was the habit." ------ At an elite high school where reputation is currency and silence speaks louder than words, two students orbit each other in quiet contradiction. Pond is everything the campus expects-wealthy, untouchable, and sharp-edged. He walks the halls like he owns them, eyes cold, voice clipped, never lingering too long on anyone. Except for one boy. Phuwin is warmth in human form. Soft-spoken, sunlit, and always a little out of place among the polished chaos of privilege. He doesn't know why Pond seems to hate him. He doesn't know why he was chosen to be Pond's personal tutor. But when the offer came, he said yes without hesitation-his voice steady, his eyes too bright. What begins as a reluctant academic arrangement slowly unravels into something far more complicated. There are glances that linger too long, silences that feel heavy, and a history neither of them is ready to speak aloud. Somewhere between late-night study sessions and quiet moments no one else sees, the truth waits-tangled in memory, pride, and the softest kind of longing. Not everything is as it seems. And not every silence means indifference. ---

Phuwin Tang is a legend in the Engineering faculty-just not for his grades. With his effortless charm and a social calendar that's always full, he's managed to coast through most of his degree. But there's one force of nature he can't charm his way past: General Physics II. After a disastrous midterm, Phuwin is faced with a cold, hard reality, get a passing grade on the final, or spend his summer retaking the course while his friends are on vacation enjoying. His professor offers one lifeline-a recommendation to seek out the program's most reclusive genius, Pond Naravit. Pond lives his life in the back of the lecture hall, a ghost who prefers complex variables to actual conversation. He's the top of the class, yet nobody knows his name-until Phuwin corners him in the library.Pond's answer is a flat no and,refuses to tutor him. But Phuwin notices that while Pond can solve a second-order differential equation in his sleep, he's failing miserably at the social mechanics of a crush. Pond is paralyzed by inexperience, convinced that someone like Dunk would never notice a nerd like him. So they both strike a high-stakes deal, Pond helps him pass Physics and Phuwin will have to coach Pond on how to win Dunk's heart. However, as they trade lessons in thermodynamics for lessons in romance, they discover a natural chemistry that neither of them saw coming. Inspired by a fanfic I once read. #2-pond: 24/03/26 #2-jd: 24/03/26 #1-pond:28/03/26 #1-phuwin:30/03/26 #3-pondphuwin:30/03/26

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.