MAY

soooooooo, I got this idea to write this type of story while I was sipping my chai and was doom scrolling.a reel about how a guy was having second thoughts about his bro[not bro anymore ig] while prank texting him had my fingers and mind tingling. so here I am with a new college au.

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"Truth or dare, Phuwin?"

Joong grinned, leaning across the coffee table with a look that promised absolutely nothing good. The living room was a mess of half-empty snack bags and soda cans. It was the final week of summer vacation before their grueling final year of university started, and they were trying to squeeze every last drop of freedom out of it.

The only person missing from their tight-knit circle was Pond, who was currently stuck on a mandatory family trip in Chiang Mai, probably bored out of his mind.

Phuwin rolled his eyes, adjusting his glasses. "Dare. And don't make it stupid, I'm not jumping into the apartment complex pool at midnight again."

"Oh, this is way better," Dunk chimed in, practically vibrating with excitement as he nudged Joong. "Show him the idea."

Joong pulled up his phone, a wicked glint in his eyes. "You know how Pond complained that his mom keeps trying to set him up, and he wishes he just had a low-maintenance, long-distance girlfriend to get them off his back?"

Phuwin narrowed his eyes. "Yeah... so?"

"So, your dare is to be that girlfriend," Joong declared.

Phuwin blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Hear us out!" Dunk said, leaning forward. "A prank text. But a *long-term* one. You have to catfish Pond into thinking he's talking to a girl from another university. You have to keep it going for two months."

"Are you guys insane?" Phuwin scoffed, throwing a couch pillow at Joong. "First of all, he’ll recognize my texting style in two seconds. Second of all, how would we even pull that off? He's not an idiot."

"We've already thought it through," Louis said, joining the huddle and pulling out his laptop. "Pond is a sucker for a specific type—sweet, slightly shy, but witty. You're already witty, you just have to tone down the sarcasm. And for the profile..." Louis tapped the keyboard, revealing a freshly created Instagram page. "Meet 'May'. A cute, aesthetic account. We'll use copyright-free, blurry, 'girlfriend-material' photos where her face is mostly hidden by a camera, a coffee cup, or turned away. And look at the follower count."

Phuwin stared at the screen. The account already had around 300 followers. "How did you do that?"

"Bought a few bot followers and had some of our high school friends follow the account to make it look organic," Joong bragged, buffing his nails on his shirt. "Everything is set up. We even bought a cheap burner SIM card so you can link a WhatsApp number to it. All you have to do is slide into his DMs tonight."

Phuwin looked at the group. They were all staring at him with puppy-dog eyes, completely invested in the plot. He looked down at the burner phone Louis was sliding across the table.

Two months. It sounded ridiculous, but the competitive streak in Phuwin refused to let him back down from a dare. Besides, Pond was his best friend—surely it would be hilarious to reveal it at the end, right? What could possibly go wrong?

Phuwin snatched the phone, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Fine. Give me the phone. What's 'May's' opening line?"

Phuwin stared at the glowing screen of the burner phone, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Around him, the guys were practically holding their breath, crowding so close he could smell the stale popcorn on Joong’s breath.

"Move back, you’re suffocating me," Phuwin muttered, shoving Joong’s shoulder.

"Just send it!" Dunk hissed, bouncing on the edge of the sofa. "Before you lose your nerve!"

Phuwin took a deep breath, channeled his inner 'May,' and typed out the message. He decided to go with the classic, foolproof accident.

> **mayyy._ :** Hey P'Pond! I finally got those notes from the lecture you missed last semester. Sorry it took so long to find them! 😅 Let me know where I should send the PDF.

He hit send.

The group collectively exhaled. For three agonizing minutes, nothing happened. They watched the little gray circle next to the message, waiting for it to change.

"Maybe he’s asleep," Louis whispered.

"It’s barely nine PM, Pond doesn’t sleep until—"

*BZZZ.*

The phone vibrated in Phuwin's hand, making him jump. The gray circle transformed into Pond’s familiar profile picture.

> **ppnaravit:** Uh, hey. I think you might have the wrong Pond? 🙏 I didn't miss any lectures last semester (surprisingly lol).

Joong let out a silent, dramatic scream, clapping his hands together. Phuwin bit his lip to hide a smirk and quickly typed back.

> **mayyy._ :** Oh my god, really? Is this not Pond Naravit from the engineering faculty at KU?

> **ppnaravit:** I mean, I am Pond Naravit. But I'm at BU, not KU. Engineering is right though. Standard mix-up, don't worry about it haha.

Phuwin looked up at his friends, eyes wide. "He bit the bait. He’s being nice."

"Of course he is, he’s a softie," Dunk laughed. "Keep it going! Don't let the conversation die yet."

Phuwin turned back to the screen.

> **mayyy._ :** Wow, what are the odds? Same name and same major. I'm so sorry for bothering you! I feel so embarrassed right now 🙈

> **ppnaravit:** No need to be embarrassed at all! Honestly, it's a relief. For a second, I thought my mom had finally succeeded in secretly setting me up with someone again. You just saved me from a minor panic attack.

Phuwin let out a genuine snort at that, quickly covering his mouth. *Oh, Pond. If only you knew.* He typed out his response, making sure to keep the tone perfectly sweet and light.

> **mayyy._ :** Haha, glad I could provide some comic relief then. I'll let you get back to your night, P'Pond-from-BU. Hope you find the real girl you're supposed to be talking to!

He waited. If Pond just said "thanks" or liked the message, the dare would be a lot harder. But a few seconds later, the typing bubbles appeared.

> **ppnaravit:** Actually, I'm stuck on a family trip in the middle of nowhere right now, and my cousins are currently arguing over a board game. I could use the distraction. I'm May, right? (Checked your handle lol). What's a KU girl doing studying during the final week of vacation?

Phuwin threw his head back against the couch, a mix of triumph and sheer panic washing over him. He looked at the guys, who were already silently high-fiving each other.

"He wants to keep talking," Phuwin whispered. "We're officially locked in."

-----

Over the next two weeks, the prank transformed from a funny group joke into a highly calculated, military-grade operation.

Every evening, Phuwin would sit on his bed, the burner phone tucked hidden under his pillow, completely absorbed in his conversations with Pond. It was shockingly easy to talk to him. Because they were already best friends, Phuwin knew exactly what made Pond laugh, what songs he was listening to, and when he'd be bored. The only hard part was filtering his own responses through the persona of 'May.'

Whenever Pond asked a question that was a little too specific, Phuwin would immediately screenshot it and drop it into the group chat he had with Joong, Dunk, and Louis, titled **"OPERATION: FISH THE POND."**

> **[GC] OPERATION: FISH THE POND**
> **Phuwin:** *[Screenshot]*
> **Phuwin:** Emergency. He's asking what my favorite café near KU is. Someone look up an aesthetic café near Kasetsart University right now or I'm cooked.
> **Dunk:** On it!! 🫡
> **Joong:** Tell him you like the one with the matcha latte. Pond loves matcha, he'll immediately take the bait.
> **Louis:** Here: *[Link to a cafe profile]* Use this one, it fits May's aesthetic.

Phuwin would quickly copy the recommendation, add a few cute emojis, and send it off. It was terrifyingly seamless.

By the time the final week of vacation ended and the first day of their senior year arrived, Pond and "May" were texting every single day.

---

The morning sun was scorching as Phuwin walked into the university faculty courtyard. He spotted the familiar circle of friends sitting at their usual concrete table. Standing right in the center, looking tan and energized from his trip, was Pond.

"Hey," Phuwin called out, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he approached.

Pond’s face lit up. "Phuwin! Finally, man. I felt like I hadn't seen you guys in a year." Pond lunged forward, wrapping Phuwin in a tight, one-armed hug.

Phuwin froze for a split second, his heart doing a weird, unexpected flip against his ribs. *Get a grip,* he told himself. *You're just feeling guilty because you're lying to his face.*

"Yeah, yeah, missed you too, giant," Phuwin grumbled, shoving Pond off playfully, though he couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips. He glanced at Joong and Dunk, who were both biting their lips, trying desperately not to burst out laughing.

"So, how was Chiang Mai?" Dunk asked, leaning forward on the table, a wicked glint in his eye. "Hear from anyone interesting while you were gone?"

Phuwin glared at Dunk, shooting him a warning look that clearly said *'I will murder you in your sleep.'*

Pond, completely oblivious, sat down and pulled his phone out. A soft, uncharacteristic smile crossed his face as he tapped the screen. "Actually... yeah. Something weird happened. This girl accidentally DMed me on IG thinking I was someone else."

"Oh? A girl?" Joong gasped, acting like an Oscar-level performer. "Do tell!"

"Her name's May. She studies at KU," Pond said, his eyes still glued to his phone screen. "We've been talking for like two weeks now. She's really sweet, guys. And honestly, she really gets my humor. It's crazy how much we have in common."

Phuwin had to look down at his own lap to hide the burning heat creeping up his neck. *Of course you have a lot in common, you idiot, you're talking to me.*

"Wow, Pond. Sounds like you're smitten," Louis teased.

"I'm not smitten!" Pond defended, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. He looked up, turning directly to Phuwin. "Hey, Phuwin, you're good at reading people. Look at her profile, tell me if you think she's out of my league."

Pond turned his phone around, presenting the "May" Instagram profile directly to Phuwin's face.

Phuwin stared at the screen, looking at the curated aesthetic grid he and Louis had spent three hours perfecting. He looked up into Pond's bright, genuinely excited eyes. For the first time, a heavy pit of guilt settled in Phuwin's stomach. Pond was actually falling for this.

"She looks... nice," Phuwin managed to say, keeping his voice steady. "But don't get your hopes up too high, Pond. You haven't even met her in person. She could be... completely different than you think."

Pond chuckled, pulling the phone back. "Maybe. But for now, I really like talking to her."

*BZZZ.*

Deep inside Phuwin's backpack, the burner phone vibrated.

Pond looked down at his own phone, waiting. "Ah, she hasn't replied to my morning text yet. She's probably in class." He sighed, locking his phone. "Anyway, let's head to our lecture."

As the group stood up, Pond threw his arm around Phuwin's shoulders, pulling him close as they walked toward the building. Phuwin kept his eyes straight ahead, his heart hammering against his ribs, realizing that keeping this dare alive for two whole months was going to be a lot harder—and a lot more dangerous—than he ever anticipated.

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"He wants a what?!"

Phuwin’s voice cracked, echoing loudly across Dunk’s bedroom. Joong immediately lunged forward, slapping a hand over Phuwin’s mouth while Louis scrambled to shut the balcony door.

"Keep it down! Do you want the neighbors to think we're running a crime ring?" Joong hissed.

Phuwin aggressively shoved Joong’s hand away, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. He held up the glowing burner phone like it was a live grenade. "Look at this! Read it and weep, you absolute geniuses."

Dunk leaned over, reading the screen aloud in a dramatic, sweeping voice:

> **ppnaravit:** Hey May, I'm walking back to my dorm and my hands are freezing. Can I send you a voice note instead? Actually, better yet, can you send me one? I really want to hear what your voice sounds like. 🫣

"Oh, we are so dead," Dunk whispered, dropping his head into his hands. "He used the shy monkey emoji. He is down *bad*."

"This is your fault!" Phuwin pointed a finger at Louis. "You're the one who said this would be a simple text-only prank!"

"How was I supposed to know Pond would catch feelings this fast?!" Louis defended himself, throwing his hands up. "Usually, he takes three business days just to realize someone is flirting with him!"

"Okay, okay, let's think," Joong said, pacing the room. "Can we use an AI voice generator?"

"No," Phuwin shut it down immediately. "Pond works with audio tech for his engineering projects. He’ll spot an AI-generated cadence in two seconds. Plus, what if he asks for a real-time call next?"

"What if we hire someone?" Dunk suggested, brighteyed. "Like a theater major? We can pay her in iced lattes to read a script!"

Phuwin rubbed his temples, a headache blooming behind his eyes. "And what happens when she uses a slang word I never use, or forgets the fake backstory we’ve built over the last three weeks? No. It has to be consistent."

The room fell into a tense silence. The burner phone vibrated again.

> **ppnaravit:** Still there? If you're shy, it's totally okay! We don't have to.

Phuwin felt a sharp pang in his chest. Pond was being so sweet, so understanding, and here they were, operating a catfish ring out of a senior-year dorm room.

"Give me the phone," Louis said suddenly, a look of pure determination on his face. He grabbed the burner and began typing furiously.

"What are you doing?!" Phuwin panicked, trying to snatch it back.

"Saving our asses," Louis muttered, hitting send.

Phuwin grabbed the phone and read the message.

> **mayyy._ :** Hey P'Pond! I'd love to, but I actually have a really severe sore throat right now 😭 I can barely whisper without coughing. My doctor told me to rest my voice completely for at least a week. I'll listen to your voice note though!

Phuwin let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "A sore throat. Classic. You just bought us seven days."

"Seven days to figure out how to make Phuwin sound like a sweet KU girl," Joong muttered.

A second later, an audio file popped up from Pond. Phuwin hesitated, then clicked play. Pond’s deep, smooth voice filled the quiet bedroom, sounding incredibly soft and intimate.

*"Oh no, really? That sucks, May. Make sure you drink warm water and get some rest, okay? Don't worry about sending a voice note. Just get better. Goodnight, May."*

The guys all turned to look at Phuwin. Phuwin stared at the screen, his face burning a bright, undeniable crimson. His heart was hammering against his ribs so loudly he was terrified the others could hear it.

"Uh... Phuwin?" Dunk asked, narrowing his eyes. "Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not blushing!" Phuwin snapped, quickly locking the phone and shoving it deep into his pocket. "It's just hot in here. Turn up the AC."

---

The problem with buying seven days was that seven days eventually ran out. And in that time, Pond’s infatuation with "May" didn't fade—it grew exponentially.

It was Friday afternoon, and the group was sitting at their usual table outside the campus cafeteria. Pond was practically glowing, his fingers flying across his phone screen with a permanent, goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Look at him," Joong whispered to Dunk, leaning across the table. "He's completely lost to the world."

Phuwin sat next to Pond, staring down at his own plate of rice, picking at it with his fork. He hadn't touched his food. Deep in his pocket, the burner phone remained silent, because he hadn't replied to Pond’s last message from an hour ago. He had told Pond that "May" was in a long lab session.

"Hey, Pond," Dunk called out, snapping his fingers. "Earth to Naravit."

Pond blinked, looking up with a sheepish smile. "Sorry. What were you guys saying?"

"We were asking if you wanted to go to that new arcade tonight," Joong said. "But clearly, you're booked and busy with Madam May."

Pond rubbed the back of his neck, a genuine pink hue dusting his cheeks. "We're just talking. She’s finally getting her voice back, so she promised she’d send me a short audio clip tonight. I'm kind of nervous, honestly."

Phuwin’s fork scraped loudly against his plate. The sound made everyone jump slightly.

"Are you okay, Phuwin?" Pond asked, his tone instantly shifting from dreamy to deeply concerned. He reached out, resting a warm hand on Phuwin’s shoulder. "You've been really quiet all day. Are you stressed about the senior project?"

The touch sent a jolt straight down Phuwin's spine, but it was quickly replaced by a bitter, heavy knot in his stomach. He looked at Pond's beautiful, sincere face—the face of his best friend, who looked at him with nothing but pure platonic worry, while saving his romantic smiles for a girl who didn't even exist.

Phuwin pulled away from Pond’s touch, a little more abruptly than he intended. "I'm fine. Just not hungry."

"You sure?" Pond pressed, his eyebrows furrowing. "You usually eat like a horse when you're stressed. Do you want me to get you that matcha dessert you like from the convenience store?"

*Matcha.* The exact thing Joong had told him to use as "May’s" favorite flavor.

"No, Pond. I don't want any matcha," Phuwin said, his voice sharper than usual. He stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I'm going to the library. I need to study."

"Phuwin, wait—" Pond started, but Phuwin was already walking away, his steps hurried and tense.

Joong and Dunk exchanged a heavy, worried glance. This wasn't part of the script.

Phuwin practically marched into the quietest corner of the university library, hiding himself behind a row of dusty reference books. He slid down against the wall, pulling both phones out of his pockets.

He looked at his personal phone. It was full of standard notifications, group chats, and a text from his mom. Then he looked at the burner phone. The lock screen showed three unread messages from Pond to "May."

> **ppnaravit:** I saw this cute cat keychain today and it totally reminded me of your profile aesthetic!
> **ppnaravit:** Hope your lab is going well! Don't overwork yourself.
> **ppnaravit:** Eat well, May. ❤️

Phuwin stared at the little red heart emoji. A wave of intense, suffocating frustration washed over him.

He was jealous. He was completely, utterly jealous of *himself*. Or rather, he was jealous of a ghost he had created. Pond was investing all this genuine care, sweetness, and affection into "May"—things that Phuwin realized, with a sudden, terrifying clarity, that he wanted for himself. He wanted Pond to look at *him* that way. He wanted Pond to send *him* those heart emojis.

He had fallen for his best friend, and the worst part was, he had built the perfect rival to his own feelings out of thin air.

Phuwin hid his face in his knees, gripping his hair. The two-month deadline felt like an eternity now. He was only one month in, and he was already completely, hopelessly cooked.

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POND's P.O.V

To be fair, Pond had genuinely intended to tell them on day three.

He really had. He wasn't a malicious guy by nature. He liked peace, he liked football, he liked drinking excessive amounts of sweet green tea, and he liked his friends. But when you walk back from a soul-crushing family vacation where your aunties spent seven straight days asking why you don’t have a nice girlfriend yet, only to find out your idiot friends have spent those exact same seven days launching a military-grade catfishing operation against you?

Well. A man has to have some dignity.

It had happened on his second night in Chiang Mai. Pond had been bored out of his mind, scrolling through his Instagram requests, when he saw the message from `mayyy._`. He’d felt a brief flicker of excitement—*oh, a cute girl?*—until he clicked the profile.

The account was a masterpiece of absolute trash. It looked like a Pinterest board curated by a committee of panicked teenage boys. There were blurry photos of café tables, a random girl’s back viewed from a mile away, and a shot of a cat that Pond *personally knew* belonged to Louis’s neighbor because the damn thing had hissed at him two weeks ago.

And then came the text: *"Hey P'Pond! I finally got those notes from the lecture you missed last semester..."*

Pond had sat on his hotel bed, stared at the screen, and let out a long, slow whistle. He’d checked the mutual followers. Joong’s high school buddy. Dunk’s cousin. A burner account he was 90% sure belonged to Louis.

It didn't take a genius to connect the dots. The final week of summer break, the group chat suspiciously dead, and a sudden, highly coordinated attempt to reel him into a fake relationship. They were pranking him.

But the real kicker—the absolute gold star of the entire operation—happened when he replied. The texting style shifted within ten minutes. The fake girl stopped sounding like a generic Instagram bot and started using specific punctuation marks. Extra spacing before emojis. A very distinct habit of typing *'haha'* instead of *'55555'*. A stubborn refusal to use trendy slang, preferring perfectly structured, slightly formal sentences.

It was Phuwin.

Phuwin Tangsakyuen, the boy with a literal genius IQ, the guy who could code circles around senior professors, was currently sitting in a room somewhere, biting his lip, pretending to be a sweet, aesthetic university girl named May just to mess with him.

Pond had leaned back against his pillows, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face.

*Oh,* he had thought, tapping his phone against his chin. *You want to play a game, Tangsakyuen? Let’s play.*

---

"I’m just saying," Pond sighed dramatically, leaning back against the concrete bench and taking a long, loud sip of his iced matcha latte. "She just has this way of understanding me, you know? It’s like... she reads my mind. Yesterday, I told her I was stressed about the fluid mechanics assignment, and she sent me this perfectly organized breakdown of the formulas. Who does that? She’s an angel."

Across the table, Joong was currently trying to swallow a mouthful of dry chicken rice and looked like he was choking on his own sins. Dunk was staring fixedly at his laptop screen, his fingers typing so hard Pond was surprised the keys weren't flying off into the stratosphere.

And right next to Pond, sitting so stiffly he looked like a statue carved out of pure, unadulterated spite, was Phuwin.

Phuwin’s grip on his pen was so tight his knuckles were turning white. He was supposed to be drawing a circuit diagram for their lab presentation, but he had currently stabbed the paper so many times it looked like a cribbage board.

"Wow," Joong squeaked, his voice cracking slightly. He shot a frantic, sweating glance toward Dunk. "That’s... that’s crazy, Pond. Truly. A girl who knows fluid mechanics. Wow. What a catch."

"Right?" Pond beamed, deliberately leaning closer into Phuwin’s personal space. He slung a heavy arm over Phuwin’s shoulders, feeling the younger boy instantly go rigid. "Hey, Phuwin, look at this text she sent me this morning. Doesn't it just make your heart melt?"

Pond shoved his phone directly in front of Phuwin’s face. The screen showed a message from 'May':

> **mayyy._ :** Make sure you eat a proper lunch today, P'Pond! Don't just drink green tea and call it a meal. Your body needs real fuel to study well. 😉

Phuwin stared at the screen. Pond watched him out of the corner of his eye, admiring the sheer, majestic level of restraint it was taking for Phuwin not to explode. Because Pond knew—and Phuwin knew—that Phuwin had spent exactly twenty minutes formatting that specific text last night after Pond had complained in their *real* group chat that his stomach hurt.

"It's generic," Phuwin muttered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that practically dripped with venom. He didn't look at Pond. He just kept staring at his ruined circuit diagram. "Any basic person would tell you to eat lunch, Pond. It’s not a spiritual connection."

"Are you kidding? It's totally spiritual," Pond insisted, squeezing Phuwin’s shoulder playfully. He loved how warm Phuwin always was, even when he was radiating pure aura of death. "She cares about my health, Phu. Unlike you guys, who just laugh when I say I have acid reflux."

"I literally bought you antacids last week!" Phuwin snapped, finally turning his head to glare at Pond. His big, round eyes were narrowed behind his glasses, his cheeks flushed a brilliant, angry pink.

"Yeah, but you called me an idiot while you handed them over," Pond pointed out cheerfully. "May would never call me an idiot. She’d probably hold my hand and tell me it's going to be okay."

Dunk let out a loud, sudden snort, coughing violently to cover it up. "Sorry! Rice went down the wrong pipe! Carry on!"

Phuwin looked like he wanted to swallow his own tongue. He abruptly shoved Pond’s arm off his shoulders, standing up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the concrete. "I’m going to the vending machine. This conversation is lowering my cognitive function."

Pond watched him march away, his back straight, his shoulders tense enough to snap a steel cable. It was beautiful. Truly a work of art.

As soon as Phuwin was out of earshot, Joong slumped forward onto the table, face-planting directly onto his empty plate. "Pond, please. I beg of you. Stop talking about her. My ears are literally bleeding. I have heard about May’s favorite color, May’s childhood dog, and May’s opinion on sustainable architecture for three hours straight."

"I can't help it," Pond said, pitching his voice into a perfect imitation of a boy helplessly in love. He placed a hand over his heart. "When you meet the one, you just know, Joong. You know?"

Dunk looked like he was experiencing physical pain. "Yeah. Great. Fantastic. But maybe... keep some of the romance private? For our sanity?"

"I’ll try," Pond lied smoothly, checking his phone again. "Oh, look. She just text me."

Deep in the pocket of Phuwin’s discarded backpack on the bench, a muffled *BZZZ* echoed.

Joong and Dunk both froze, their eyes darting to the backpack like it contained a bomb. Pond hid his smirk behind his drink, casually tapping out another reply.

> **ppnaravit:** Miss you already. What are you doing right now? ❤️

*BZZZ.*

"Wow, she replies fast," Pond commented aloud.

Joong looked like he was about to faint. "Yeah! Fast! Very... very responsive girl, that May. A real keeper. Hey, look at the time, Dunk and I have to go to the... library. To look at... books."

"But our next class isn't for an hour," Pond said.

"We love books, Pond! We love them so much!" Dunk yelled, grabbing Joong by the collar and dragging him away before Pond could say another word.

Left alone at the table, Pond finally let out the laugh he’d been holding in for the last forty-five minutes. He leaned back, resting his boots on the concrete bench, thoroughly enjoying the sunshine.

Five minutes later, Phuwin returned. He didn't have a drink from the vending machine. Instead, he slammed a bottle of green tea down in front of Pond, followed by a triangle kimbap from the campus 7-Eleven.

"Eat," Phuwin commanded, sitting down with a scowl. "So your stomach stops whining and I don't have to hear about your 'spiritual connection' over dinner."

Pond blinked down at the food, a soft, genuine warmth spreading through his chest that had absolutely nothing to do with the prank. Phuwin was a menace, he was a liar, and he was currently operating a fraudulent identity, but he still couldn't stop himself from taking care of Pond. It was honestly kind of ridiculous how sweet he was underneath all that prickly armor.

"Thanks, Phu," Pond said softly, tearing open the kimbap wrapping. "You're the best best-friend a guy could ask for."

Phuwin’s expression softened for a fraction of a second, his defensive walls slipping just enough for a look of profound, agonizing guilt to show through. He looked down at his hands, his thumbs tracing the edge of his desk. "Yeah. Sure."

---

The true peak of entertainment, however, arrived later that evening.

Pond was lying on his bed in his dorm room, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the nightly ritual to begin. It was 9:00 PM. Like clockwork, his phone buzzed.

> **mayyy._ :** Hey P'Pond! I finally finished my lab report. How was your afternoon? Did you manage to eat something?

Pond grinned, rolling onto his stomach. He kicked his legs up in the air, fully committing to the bit. He knew Phuwin was probably sitting in his own room just a few floors down, hunched over the burner phone, sweating over every syllable.

> **ppnaravit:** Hey May! Yeah, my friend Phuwin actually bought me food. He’s usually kind of mean, but he has his moments haha.

Pond waited. It took a full three minutes before the typing bubbles appeared. Phuwin was clearly filtering his rage.

> **mayyy._ :** Oh, really? He sounds like a good friend then. You talk about him a lot. You guys must be really close.

Pond grinned. *Oh, you want to talk about yourself, do you?*

> **ppnaravit:** Yeah, we've been best friends since freshman year. Honestly, he's great. He's incredibly smart, even if he uses his brain to overthink everything. And he's cute, in like... a grumpy cat kind of way. If he smiled more, he’d probably have people lining up to date him. But he's too stubborn.

Pond hit send and counted down from three.

*Three. Two. One.*

His personal phone—not the one he used for May, but his actual LINE account—immediately lit up with a notification.

> **Phuwin:** Are you free to check the code for the project right now? I found an error in the loop.

Pond burst out laughing, pressing his face into his pillow to muffle the sound. Phuwin was panicking. He was deflecting. He was using coding errors as a coping mechanism.

> **ppnaravit (to Phuwin):** Can it wait 10 mins? Talking to May right now, she's asking about you.

> **Phuwin:** Why are you talking about me to a girl you’ve never met? That’s weird, Pond. Focus on your project.

Pond switched back to the Instagram DMs with 'May'.

> **ppnaravit:** Sorry, spoke of the devil and he texted me. He's yelling at me to do homework. See what I mean? Total grumpy cat.

> **mayyy._ :** Haha, maybe he just wants you to do well in school! You shouldn't make fun of him. He sounds like he cares about you a lot.

Pond paused, staring at the message. The playful amusement in his chest shifted slightly, turning into something a little deeper, a little more intense. He looked at the words *'He sounds like he cares about you a lot.'*

He knew it was Phuwin writing it. It wasn't a fake girl trying to be nice; it was Phuwin, hiding behind a digital mask, revealing a tiny piece of how he actually felt. Pond felt a sudden, strange flutter in his stomach. He cleared his throat, pulling himself together, and typed back.

> **ppnaravit:** I know he cares. I care about him too. Probably more than he thinks.

There was no reply for a long time. The typing bubbles would appear, disappear, and appear again. Phuwin was struggling. Pond could picture it perfectly: Phuwin pacing his room, his face bright red, clutching the burner phone like it was a ticking time bomb, totally overwhelmed by a wave of guilt and whatever else he was feeling.

Finally, 'May' sent a tiny, simple message.

> **mayyy._ :** That’s nice, P'Pond. I think he’d be happy to hear that.

---

By week five, the operation had reached a crisis point, and Pond was having the absolute time of his life.

They were all gathered at Joong’s apartment for a Friday night movie session. The atmosphere was thick with tension. Joong and Dunk were sitting on the floor, looking like two men awaiting a execution sentence. Louis was nervously tapping his foot against the coffee table. And Phuwin was sitting on the far end of the couch, clutching a throw pillow to his chest like a shield.

Pond sat in the middle, his phone resting casually on his knee.

"So," Pond started, breaking the silence as the movie credits rolled. "May’s birthday is next week."

Every single head in the room snapped toward him so fast Pond heard an audible crack from Joong’s neck.

"Her... her birthday?" Dunk stammered, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. "Wow! That’s... that’s great! What are you... what are you getting her?"

"Well, that’s the thing," Pond said, sighing heavily and leaning his head back. "I want to get her something special. She mentioned she really likes this specific limited-edition designer silver bracelet. It’s only sold at the mall near KU. It costs about 4,000 baht."

Phuwin’s pillow slipped from his grip. He choked on his spit, coughing violently as he glared at Pond. "Four *thousand* baht?! Pond, are you out of your mind? You’ve been talking to this girl for a month! You haven't even seen her face! Why would you spend that much money on a stranger?!"

Pond looked at Phuwin, maintaining a perfectly innocent, wide-eyed expression. "She's not a stranger, Phuwin. She's May. And she deserves the best. I was actually thinking of taking a bus down to KU this weekend to buy it and surprise her at her campus."

Louis dropped his soda can. It clattered against the table, spilling a small puddle of cola. "You're going to KU?! This weekend?!"

"Yeah," Pond said, nodding earnestly. "Why not? It’s only an hour away. I can just show up outside her faculty and text her to come down. It’ll be so romantic."

The collective panic in the room was so palpable Pond could practically taste it. Joong looked like he was having a minor heart attack. Dunk was hyperventilating. Louis was already frantically typing under the table, presumably sending a flurry of emergency messages to the group chat.

Phuwin, however, looked like he was about to physically tackle Pond to the ground.

"No!" Phuwin shouted, his voice echoing in the small apartment.

Pond blinked, feigning surprise. "No? Why not, Phu? Don't you want me to be happy?"

"You can't just show up at someone’s university unannounced, Pond! It’s... it’s creepy!" Phuwin scrambled for an explanation, his hands moving frantically in the air. "What if she has an exam? What if she’s busy? What if she hates surprises? Girls hate surprises! It ruins their outfit planning!"

"Really?" Pond asked, tilting his head. "I thought girls liked romance."

"Not that kind of romance!" Phuwin insisted, his face flushed, his chest heaving as he stared at Pond. "Just... don't go. Seriously, Pond. If you go, she’ll probably get scared and block you. I’m warning you. For your own good."

Pond stared at him, watching the sheer, desperate panic in Phuwin’s eyes. He looked at the way Phuwin’s bottom lip was trembling slightly, a mix of terrifying guilt and utter exhaustion from keeping up the lie for four straight weeks.

Pond felt a sudden, sharp tug in his chest. *Okay,* he thought, *maybe I’ve pushed him far enough for today.*

"Alright, alright," Pond said, raising his hands in surrender. "If you think it's a bad idea, I won't go. I'll just order something online instead. You're the smart one, Phu. I trust your judgment."

Phuwin let out a long, shuddering breath, slumping back against the couch cushions like a deflated balloon. He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. "Thank god," he muttered under his breath, so softly he probably thought Pond couldn't hear him. "I can't do this anymore."

Pond smiled softly, turning back to his phone. He opened the Instagram chat with 'May' and typed out a quick message.

> **ppnaravit:** Hey May, my friend Phuwin just convinced me not to do something really stupid. You should thank him later. 😉

He hit send.

A second later, Phuwin’s pocket vibrated. Phuwin didn't even open it. He just let out a weak groan, pulling a couch cushion over his face to hide from the world.

Joong and Dunk were silently giving each other high-fives in the corner, thinking they had just narrowly avoided disaster. They thought they were the masterminds. They thought they were running the show, pulling the strings, orchestrating the perfect college prank on their clueless, love-struck friend.

Pond took another slow sip of his matcha latte, watching Phuwin kick his legs fretfully under the blanket. He unlocked his phone, scrolling through the months of messages, the fake profile, the carefully crafted lies, and the absolute, beautiful chaos his friends had built for him.

He leaned his chin on his hand, a fond, completely entertained smile playing on his lips as he watched Phuwin peek out from behind the cushion with a pout.

I just wanna know how long will Phuwin last

---

Phuwin Tangsakyuen did not believe in ghosts, coincidences, or supernatural phenomena. He believed in logic, data structures, and highly predictable human behavior.

Which was exactly why his current state of mind could only be described as a total system crash. He was sitting at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen, though his mind was entirely trapped inside the cheap, plastic chassis of the burner phone sitting next to his keyboard.

Something was wrong. The data wasn't compiling.

Yesterday, Phuwin had woken up with a minor headache, feeling completely drained from a late-night coding sprint. Because he was miserable, he hadn't texted Pond from the burner phone all morning. Yet, when they met up at the faculty lounge, Pond hadn't even greeted him with his usual "Hey, giant." Instead, Pond had immediately reached out, pressed the back of his hand to Phuwin's forehead, and murmured, *"You look flushed. Did you sleep at all last night?"*

Ten minutes later, Pond's phone had been sitting face-up on the table. A notification from 'May' popped up—a scheduled, automated text Phuwin had set up the night before to keep the account active while he was in lectures:

> **mayyy._ :** Hope you have a wonderful morning, P'Pond! Make sure to take care of your health today. ☀️

Pond hadn't even looked at the screen. He had just turned his phone face-down and handed Phuwin a bottle of warm honey-lemon tea he’d apparently bought *before* arriving at campus.

*“Drink it,”* Pond had said, his voice entirely too soft. *“Your throat looks dry.”*

Phuwin had frozen, the warm bottle heavy in his hands. *My* throat? Or *May's* throat? The fake persona was supposed to be the one recovering from a severe sore throat. Phuwin’s throat was perfectly fine. Why did Pond look at him with so much intense, knowing amusement, while completely ignoring the actual text from the "girl" he claimed to be utterly smitten with?

And then there was the movie night fiasco.

Phuwin rubbed his temples, recalling the sheer panic of Pond threatening to buy a 4,000-baht bracelet and ambush "May" at KU. It had felt like an emergency at the time, but now, his analytical brain was finally picking apart the details.

Pond was a cheapskate. Not a greedy one, but a practical one. This was a guy who would walk three blocks in a monsoon just to save five baht on a bubble tea promotion. There was absolutely *no universe* where Naravit Lertratkosum casually throws away 4,000 baht on a silver bracelet for a girl he has text-chatted with for exactly four weeks. It defied the laws of physics.

"He's messing with me," Phuwin whispered into the quiet room, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

The thought sent a sudden rush of scorching heat straight to his cheeks. He grabbed the burner phone, unlocking it with frantic thumbs. He opened the DM history, scrolling through Pond's messages to 'May'.

*“I know he cares. I care about him too. Probably more than he thinks.”*

Phuwin’s heart did a violent, erratic thud against his ribs. If Pond didn't know... then those words were a sweet, sentimental confession about how much he valued Phuwin as a best friend.

But if Pond *did* know...

If Pond knew he was talking to Phuwin the entire time, then that sentence wasn't platonic. It was a direct, unfiltered tease sent straight through the digital mask, meant entirely to make Phuwin squirm.

"No, no, no," Phuwin muttered, throwing the burner phone onto his bed. "He's an idiot. He's a giant, oblivious engineering major who lets Joong choose his outfits. There is no way he engineered a counter-prank this elaborate. He doesn't have the bandwidth."

But the doubt was already there, a stubborn, glitching line of code that refused to compile. And Phuwin *hated* variables he couldn't control.

---

By Monday morning, Phuwin’s suspicion had curdled into absolute, petty irritation. If Pond was playing a game, Phuwin was going to force him to reveal his hand. He was going to set a trap.

They were all gathered in the university courtyard before their mid-term review. Pond was sitting right next to him, looking incredibly relaxed, sipping a matcha latte with that permanent, goofy smirk that was currently driving Phuwin insane.

"Hey, Phu," Pond said, leaning over the table, his shoulder deliberately brushing against Phuwin’s. "You're doing that thing again."

Phuwin didn't look up from his tablet. "What thing?"

"The thing where you tap your index finger three times whenever you're trying to figure out if someone is lying to you," Pond chuckled, reaching out and gently covering Phuwin’s tapping hand with his own broad palm.

Phuwin flinched, pulling his hand back as if he'd been electrocuted. He glared at Pond, his eyes sharp. "I don't do that."

"You do," Pond insisted, completely unbothered. He took a sip of his green tea, his dark eyes sparkling with an emotion Phuwin couldn't quite decipher. "Anyway, guess what May sent me today?"

From the opposite side of the table, Joong and Dunk instantly stiffened, their ears practically perking up like rabbits. Louis choked on his pastry.

Phuwin felt a sudden, aggressive spike of competitive energy. It was time for a stress test.

"Oh? What did she send you?" Phuwin asked, pitching his voice into a perfectly sweet, innocent tone that made Joong and Dunk exchange a panicked, sweating glance. He slid his hand into his pocket, gripping the burner phone, his finger hovering over the volume button.

"She sent me a poem," Pond said casually, waving his hand in the air. "A really old, traditional one. It was beautiful. She said it reminded her of me."

Phuwin’s brow twitched. He hadn't sent a poem. He hadn't scheduled any texts today yet. Pond was straight-up fabricating data now.

"Wow, Pond. That's so romantic," Phuwin said, a wicked, dangerous smile spreading across his face. He leaned in closer, staring directly into Pond’s eyes. "You know, it's crazy how much May loves tech. She actually told me—I mean, she probably told *you*—that she just upgraded her phone settings. In fact, she said she set a custom, high-pitched emergency ringtone just for your DMs."

Pond blinked, his smile faltering for a fraction of a second. "Did she?"

"Yeah," Phuwin purred. Under the table, inside his pocket, his finger firmly pressed the button to take the burner phone off silent mode and crank the media volume to 100%. He quickly typed a one-letter message on the screen by feel alone. *'X'.*

"She told me that if you text her right now," Phuwin continued, his eyes locked entirely on Pond's face, tracking every single muscle, "her phone will instantly make a loud, ridiculous barking sound. Isn't that a fun fact?"

Joong dropped his pen. Dunk stopped breathing.

Pond stared back at Phuwin, his expression completely unreadable. For three agonizing seconds, neither of them moved. The tension in the courtyard was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Then, Pond let out a soft chuckle. He slowly reached down, picked up his phone from the table, and unlocked it. His thumbs moved deliberately over the screen.

Phuwin held his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. *Send it,* he thought. *Send a text to May right now, you coward. Let's see whose phone barks.*

Pond finished typing. He looked up, his eyes locking directly onto Phuwin’s with a smug, victorious glint that made Phuwin’s stomach drop.

"Wow, Phuwin," Pond said smoothly, his thumb hovering over his screen. "That *is* a fun fact. Let's test it out."

Pond tapped the screen.

*BZZZ.*

Pond’s phone didn't send a DM. Instead, a LINE notification popped up on Phuwin’s *personal* phone, which was sitting face-up on the table for everyone to see.

Phuwin looked down. The message from Pond read:

> **Pond:** Woof. 🐶

Phuwin froze, staring at his screen.

Across the table, Joong and Dunk let out a synchronized, high-pitched gasp of pure terror, slowly raising their hands to cover their mouths. Louis looked like he wanted to dig a hole in the concrete and crawl into it.

Pond leaned back against the bench, tossing his phone lightly in his hand, his dimples fully on display as he looked at Phuwin’s completely stunned, bright-red face.

"You know, Phu," Pond said, his voice dripping with absolute satisfaction, "I was really wondering how long you guys would last. But four weeks of listening to myself talk about sustainable architecture is my absolute limit."

Phuwin Tangsakyuen did not lose. He did not surrender, he did not retreat, and he certainly did not let Naravit Lertratkosum walk away with a 100% victory rate.

The courtyard was dead silent, save for the distant sound of a lawnmower and the frantic, shallow breathing of Joong, Dunk, and Louis. Phuwin stared at his personal phone screen. The letters **P-o-n-d: Woof. 🐶** glared back at him in mocking high-definition.

His ears were burning so hot he was surprised his glasses weren't fogging up. He could feel Pond’s eyes on him, practically radiating satisfaction, waiting for the inevitable stuttered confession, the apology, or the classic Phuwin meltdown.

Instead, Phuwin took a slow, deep breath. He deliberately locked his personal phone and slid it into his pocket. Then, with completely steady fingers, he reached into his bag, pulled out the plastic burner phone, and slammed it face-up on the concrete table.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his crossed hands, and looked Pond dead in the eye. The bright red flush on his cheeks remained, but his gaze was icy cold and utterly defiant.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Naravit," Phuwin said, his voice smooth, calm, and completely devoid of panic.

Across the table, Joong let out a choked gasp. Dunk’s jaw literally dropped.

Pond blinked, his smug grin faltering for a fraction of a second. "Phu, your phone literally just—"

"But," Phuwin cut him off smoothly, tapping the screen of the burner phone with his index finger. "May *just* text me. And she wants to know if you're buying her dinner tonight to make up for being an absolute creep."

Pond stared at Phuwin, a look of profound, disbelieving awe washing over his face. The sheer, audacious nerve of the guy was breathtaking. He had been caught red-handed, with the digital smoking gun sitting right on the table, and he was *still* trying to gaslight his way out of it.

Slowly, the surprise on Pond's face dissolved into a wicked, competitive grin. "Oh, really? May text you? Let’s just see about that."

Pond picked up his own phone, unlocking it with a flourish. He opened the Instagram DMs with 'May' and deliberately typed a message right in front of Phuwin's face, hitting send with a dramatic tap.

*“RUFFFF! BARK! BARK! BARK! WOOF!”*

The burner phone on the table didn’t just vibrate. It erupted. A ridiculously loud, piercing, hyper-realistic sound of a frantic Chihuahua barking at top volume echoed across the entire courtyard, completely shattering the quiet afternoon.

For one agonizing second, everyone froze.

Then, the dam broke.

Joong threw his head back, letting out a laugh so violent he fell sideways off the concrete bench, dragging an equally hysterical Dunk down into the grass with him. Louis was doubled over, pounding his fist against the table, tears streaming down his face as the burner phone continued to bark relentlessly into the open air.

*"BARK! BARK! WOOF!"*

Even Pond completely lost his composure. He collapsed against the table, burying his face in his arms as his shoulders shook with uncontrollable, booming laughter. "A barking sound?! Phuwin, you actually set it to bark?!"

Phuwin sat entirely rigid in his seat, his face transforming into a shade of crimson so intense it rivaled a fire engine. He scrambled to snatch the burner phone, his thumbs frantically smashing the volume button to silence the digital dog.

"It was a diagnostic test!" Phuwin yelled over the noise, trying desperately to defend his honor, which only made the guys laugh harder. Joong was literally clutching his stomach on the ground, pointing at Phuwin and wheezing like a broken tea kettle.

Finally, the phone fell silent. Phuwin slammed it back down, glaring at the gasping, teary-eyed circle of his best friends.

Pond finally lifted his head from his arms, wiping his eyes, his dimples fully on display as he looked at Phuwin’s utterly mortified expression. "Okay, okay," Pond gasped, trying to catch his breath. "The trap was brilliant. I give you full credit for the coding execution, Phu."

"I hate all of you," Phuwin muttered, crossing his arms tightly and pouting so hard his bottom lip stuck out. "The entire department heard that."

"They definitely did," Dunk cackled, dragging himself back up onto the bench next to a still-giggling Joong. "But honestly, Phuwin, committing to the bit while your pocket is literally barking at you? Iconic. Truly senior-year behavior."

"Anyway," Pond said, his voice dropping into a softer, warmer tone as the laughter began to die down. He slid his half-finished matcha latte toward Phuwin as a peace offering. "Since May is clearly very vocal today... tell her that if she wants Japanese BBQ tonight to make up for my 'creepy' texting, she has to let me pick her up from her dorm at 6:45. And her grumpy messenger isn't allowed to bring his laptop."

Phuwin looked at the green tea, then up at Pond's bright, genuine smile. He could feel his heart doing a ridiculous, fluttering skip against his ribs, the residual embarrassment melting away into a strange, sweet anticipation.

He snatched the latte, taking a sip to hide the smile tugging at his own lips. "May says that's acceptable. But you’re paying for the premium wagyu set."

"Deal," Pond grinned, leaning in just a fraction closer, his shoulder pressing firmly against Phuwin's. "No more fake profiles. Just you and me tonight."

-------

The Japanese barbecue restaurant downtown was loud, smoky, and smelled like absolute heaven. Plates of marbled wagyu beef sizzled over the charcoal grill set into the center of their private booth.

True to his word, Pond had picked Phuwin up at exactly 6:45 PM. Also true to his word, Phuwin had left his laptop at home, though he currently looked like he was suffering from digital withdrawal, his fingers idly tapping against his glass of ice water.

Pond sat across from him, expertly flipping a piece of short rib with a pair of metal tongs. He looked entirely too relaxed in a casual black jacket, the warm glow of the grill reflecting in his eyes.

"So," Pond started, dropping a perfectly grilled, tender piece of beef onto Phuwin’s plate. "Does the messenger approve of the premium selection, or should I order another round of the garlic rice?"

Phuwin picked up his chopsticks, poking at the beef tentatively before popping it into his mouth. He chewed, letting out a small, satisfied hum that he tried very hard to muffle. "The beef is acceptable. You may live to see tomorrow, Naravit."

"Wow, high praise from the genius," Pond chuckled, leaning back against the leather booth. He popped a piece of meat into his own mouth, chewing thoughtfully before a dangerous, slow smirk began to creep onto his face. "You know... now that we're out in the open, I’ve been going back through my archive of DMs from May."

Phuwin immediately choked on his water. He set the glass down with a heavy *thud*, wiping his chin with a napkin. "Why would you do that? The prank is over. Delete the account."

"Delete it? No way. This is historical documentation," Pond insisted, pulling out his phone and tapping the screen. "I’m just admiring the sheer literary effort you put into this, Phu. Like, for example, on week two..."

Phuwin reached across the table, trying to snatch the phone, but Pond easily hoisted it high out of reach, his long arms giving him an unfair engineering advantage.

"Listen to this phrasing," Pond read aloud, pitching his voice into a hilariously dramatic, sweet whisper. *"‘Oh, P'Pond, your engineering projects sound so incredibly complex! I could never understand fluid dynamics, but it's so inspiring to see how hard you work. Don't forget to rest your big, brilliant brain! ✨’"*

"I did not use a sparkle emoji!" Phuwin hissed, his cheeks instantly flushing a violent, bright pink under the restaurant's warm lighting. "Louis added the sparkle emoji! I wrote the text, Louis edited the tone!"

"Oh, so you *did* write the part about my big, brilliant brain?" Pond teased, lowering his phone just enough to wink at Phuwin. "I gotta say, Phu. I didn't know you thought so highly of my intellect. You usually tell me my brain operates on the level of a dial-up modem."

"It does," Phuwin snapped, aggressively flipping a piece of brisket on the grill. "I was inflating your ego so you wouldn't get suspicious. Clearly, it failed because you're a paranoid cyber-detective."

"I’m not paranoid, you guys left a digital paper trail a mile wide," Pond laughed. He set his phone face-down on the table, leaning forward over the grill, his dark eyes locking onto Phuwin’s flustered face. The teasing edge in his voice softened just a fraction, turning into something warmer. "But my absolute favorite text? The one from week three. When I told May I was having a bad day because my presentation got roasted by the faculty head."

Phuwin stopped flipping the meat. His eyes darted down to his plate, his thumbs tightening around his chopsticks. He remembered that night perfectly. He had been so worried about Pond that he’d almost called him from his personal phone, before realizing he had to log into the burner account instead.

"May told me," Pond said softly, his voice dropping below the roar of the restaurant's exhaust fans, *"‘The professors don't see how much detail you put into the layout. You're the most dedicated person in our year, P'Pond. Don't let them make you doubt your talent.’"*

Pond reached across the table. He didn't snatch Phuwin's chopsticks; instead, he gently tapped the back of Phuwin’s hand with his finger, forcing the younger boy to look up and meet his gaze.

"Joong doesn't talk like that," Pond murmured, a genuine, fond smile curving his lips. "Dunk uses too many slang words. And Louis would have told me to just drop out. That text was 100% Phuwin Tangsakyuen. Even behind a fake name, you couldn't help but look out for me."

Phuwin’s heart was hammering so loudly against his ribs he was terrified it would drown out the sizzling grill. The sheer intensity of Pond’s gaze was making his entire system short-circuit. He pulled his hand back, clearing his throat aggressively as he grabbed a piece of lettuce to wrap his meat.

"I was just... keeping the character consistent," Phuwin mumbled, his eyes darting anywhere but Pond's face. "May is a nice girl. Nice girls give compliments."

"Mhm. Sure," Pond grinned, completely seeing through the defense mechanism. He picked up his tongs again, looking incredibly pleased with himself. "Well, whatever the reason, I liked it. In fact, I think I like talking to the messenger a lot more than I liked talking to May."

Phuwin bit into his lettuce wrap, chewing fiercely to avoid having to speak, but the heat in his face was completely undeniable. He looked at Pond, who was currently humming a song while placing more wagyu onto the grill, looking completely content.

"If you ever read those texts out loud in front of the guys," Phuwin threatened, his voice muffled by the food, "I will program a virus that changes your laptop wallpaper to a picture of a Chihuahua every time you boot it up."

Pond laughed, a bright, booming sound. "Threat accepted, grumpy cat. Now eat your expensive beef before it burns."

--------------

It turned out that exposing the catfish did not bring peace to the engineering faculty. In fact, it unleashed a monster.

Now that Pond knew exactly who had been sending him those sweet, daily check-in texts for a month, he apparently felt entitled to collect all that affection in person. And Pond’s preferred method of collection was pure, unadulterated physical proximity.

"Phuwin," a deep, whiny voice groaned from behind him.

Before Phuwin could even finish typing his line of code, a heavy chin dropped directly onto his left shoulder. Two broad, muscular arms snaked around his waist, pinning him firmly against the back of his chair in the computer lab. Pond smelled faintly of the iced green tea he had been chugging all morning, and his body warmth was radiating through Phuwin’s thin cotton shirt like a radiator.

"Pond, let go," Phuwin muttered, his fingers freezing over the keyboard. "I’m in the middle of debugging. Go away."

"No," Pond mumbled, tightening his grip around Phuwin’s waist and nuzzling his cheek slightly against Phuwin’s shoulder. "My brain is fried from the calculus review. I need to recharge. Just let me stay here for five minutes."

Phuwin stared hard at his monitor, but he wasn't seeing the code anymore. A wave of scorching, uncontrollable heat was rushing up his neck, flooding his cheeks, and turning the tips of his ears a vibrant, unmistakable crimson.

Ever since their "date" at the barbecue restaurant, Pond’s baseline behavior had shifted from *friendly giant* to *human backpack*. He didn't just walk next to Phuwin anymore; he walked with an arm draped heavily over Phuwin's neck. If they sat at a table, Pond’s thigh was guaranteed to be pressed firmly against Phuwin's.

And every single time it happened, Phuwin’s entire system experienced a massive thermal event.

"Oh, look at that," a voice snickered from the doorway.

Phuwin shot a lethal glare toward the entrance, where Joong and Dunk were currently standing, holding plastic cups of boba and grinning like absolute menaces.

"Wow, Joong," Dunk said, tapping his chin dramatically. "The computer lab's air conditioning must be broken today. Look how red Phuwin’s face is. He looks like a ripe tomato."

"It's a medical marvel, Dunk," Joong agreed, leaning against the doorframe. "I've never seen a human being turn that specific shade of magenta just from typing on a keyboard. Must be a very intense programming language."

"Shut up!" Phuwin snapped, his voice cracking slightly, which only made Pond chuckle warmly against his neck. Phuwin aggressively elbowed Pond in the ribs. "Naravit, seriously, stand up! Your friends are being idiots."

Pond slowly loosed his grip, but he didn't move away. He just straightened up, resting his large hands on the back of Phuwin’s chair, leaning down so his face was just inches from Phuwin’s burning cheek. "Why are you getting so mad at them? Your face really *is* super red, Phu. Are you sure you don't have a fever?"

Pond reached out, his cool palm brushing against Phuwin’s cheek to check his temperature.

The touch was the final straw. Phuwin’s breath hitched, his heart doing a violent, chaotic flip-flop in his chest. He slapped Pond’s hand away, spinning his chair around to face the opposite direction, hiding his face behind his hands. "I don't have a fever! It's just hot in here! Go buy your own green tea and leave me alone!"

Pond just stood there, looking down at the younger boy’s completely pink ears, his eyes softening into a gaze so incredibly fond it made Joong and Dunk silently fake-vomit into their boba cups in the background.

"Alright, alright, I'll go get us some drinks," Pond said softly, reaching down to pat Phuwin’s messy hair. He leaned in one last time, whispering right next to his ear, "But May used to tell me she liked it when I stayed close. Just saying."

"May is dead!" Phuwin yelled into his own palms. "I killed her!"

"She lives on in our hearts, Phu," Pond laughed, finally turning around to shove Joong and Dunk out of the lab. "Come on, you two, buy me a coffee. The messenger is grumpy today."

As the door clicked shut, Phuwin finally dropped his hands from his face. He took a deep, shuddering breath, staring at his computer screen while his heart slowly tried to return to a normal rhythm. He pulled the burner phone out of his pocket, looking at the blank screen.

He had started this whole thing to prank Pond, but looking at his own ridiculously flushed reflection in the glass of the monitor, Phuwin had to admit defeat.

The prank was definitely over, but his heart was completely losing the war.

------

The university library was supposed to be a safe zone. It was a designated quiet area, meaning human backpacks were technically violating campus policy.

Phuwin had hidden himself in the absolute furthest corner of the third floor, wedged between a shelf on advanced cryptography and a dusty row of old research journals. He had a midterm the next morning, and he desperately needed his brain to process algorithmic patterns instead of processing the exact warmth of Pond’s hands.

He was doing well. He had completed three practice problems without a single distraction.

Then, the chair next to him slid back.

Phuwin didn't even look up. He just watched a large, familiar hand slide a fresh, ice-cold bottle of honey-lemon tea into his field of vision, right next to his notebook.

"I looked everywhere for you," Pond whispered, his deep voice carrying a distinct, breathless quality as he slumped into the seat. He didn't even have a bag with him. He had literally tracked Phuwin down purely to sit next to him.

Phuwin kept his eyes fixed on his notebook, though his pen froze. "I am studying, Pond. Valuable, high-level academic work. Go cling to Joong."

"Joong smells like cheap cologne and doesn't turn pink when I touch his shoulder," Pond reasoned smoothly, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his palm, staring directly at Phuwin's profile. "Besides, I missed you."

*Click.*

Phuwin’s pen snapped against the paper. He slowly turned his head, his glare sharp enough to cut glass, but the effect was completely ruined by the rapid, treacherous crawl of crimson climbing up his throat and staining his cheeks.

"We literally had lunch together two hours ago," Phuwin hissed in a furious whisper. "What is wrong with you lately? Why are you being like this?"

Pond didn't laugh this time. He didn't drop his chin onto Phuwin's shoulder or make a goofy joke about May. He just kept staring at Phuwin, his dark eyes incredibly steady, reflecting the harsh fluorescent light of the library. Slowly, his hand moved across the table, his fingers gently brushing against Phuwin’s wrist before sliding down to loosely clasp his hand.

Phuwin’s breath hitched. He tried to pull his hand back, but Pond’s grip tightened just enough to keep him there—not forcing him, but silently asking him to stay.

"Because I don't have to pretend anymore," Pond said, his whisper dropping into a quiet, intense register that made Phuwin’s entire nervous system glitch.

"Pretend what?" Phuwin muttered, his heart hammering so violently against his ribs he was certain the librarian three rows over could hear it.

"Pretend that I was falling for a girl named May," Pond murmured, his thumb idly tracing a soothing circle over the back of Phuwin’s hand. "Do you really think I kept that text conversation going for a whole month just for a joke, Phu?"

Phuwin blinked, his analytical brain scrambling to find a logical counter-argument, but his cognitive functions were completely offline. "You... you said you wanted to see how long I'd last."

"That was before I realized *why* you were doing it," Pond said, a soft, incredibly tender smile breaking through his serious expression. He leaned in a fraction closer across the small library table. "Joong told me everything, Phuwin. He told me the dare was only supposed to last for a week. He said after seven days, you guys were supposed to reveal the prank."

Phuwin’s entire body went rigid. His eyes widened behind his glasses. *Joong, that absolute, loose-lipped traitor.*

"But you didn't stop," Pond continued, his gaze dropping to their joined hands before rising back to meet Phuwin's panicked eyes. "You kept texting me every night. You kept making excuses, scheduling texts, and looking out for me when I was stressed. You fought your own friends just to keep 'May' alive."

"I... I have a highly competitive nature," Phuwin stammered, his face burning so hot he felt dizzy. "I don't like backing down from a challenge."

"Phuwin," Pond chuckled softly, shaking his head. He squeezed Phuwin’s hand, his voice melting into something so sincere it completely stripped away all of Phuwin’s defenses. "You're a genius, but you're a terrible liar. You didn't stay because of a dare. You stayed for me."

The library seemed to fade into absolute silence. Phuwin stared at Pond, his chest heaving slightly as the final digital mask was ripped away. There was no burner phone, no fake Instagram profile, no chaotic friend group to hide behind. It was just Pond—his best friend, the guy who bought him green tea, the guy who held his hand across a library desk—looking at him like he was the only thing in the room that mattered.

"And if you're wondering," Pond whispered, his eyes dark and completely earnest, "I didn't stay for May either. I stayed because every time my phone buzzed, I knew it was you on the other side."

Phuwin swallowed hard, the bright pink on his cheeks deepening into a beautiful, helpless flush. He looked down at their intertwined fingers, then back up at Pond’s hopeful face. The competitive streak in him finally evaporated, leaving behind something honest, terrifying, and completely exhilarating.

"You're still an idiot, Naravit," Phuwin whispered back, his voice shaky but clear.

"I know," Pond grinned, his dimples flashing. "But am I *your* idiot?"

Phuwin let out a small, breathless laugh, his fingers finally tightening around Pond's hand, accepting the grip completely. "Yeah. Unfortunately for my sanity, you are."

Pond’s smile widened into something radiant. He immediately leaned over the table, entirely discarding the library rules, and pressed his forehead against Phuwin’s burning cheek, letting out a satisfied, happy sigh. "Best midterm review ever."

"Get off me, we're in public!" Phuwin shoved at his shoulder, though he didn't let go of his hand.

From two aisles over, the distinct sound of a camera shutter clicked, followed by Joong and Dunk frantically whispering and high-fiving behind a shelf on advanced calculus. Phuwin didn't even care. For the first time in a month, his system wasn't crashing—it was running perfectly.

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It was a universally acknowledged truth within the University Faculty of Engineering that Pond Naravit was essentially a giant, golden retriever human hybrid. He was friendly, he was loud, and most importantly, he was permanently attached to Phuwin Tangsakyuen’s side like a biological backpack.

By month two of this arrangement, the entire student body had collectively read the room. You didn't need a degree in data analytics to understand that if you wanted to talk to Phuwin, you had to first clear it with the 6-foot-tall guard dog currently resting his chin on Phuwin's head. Phuwin was, for all intents and purposes, entirely off-limits.

Except, apparently, for the freshmen.

Every single academic year, a fresh batch of naive, sweet, completely oblivious first-year students arrived on campus. And every single year, without fail, they lacked the necessary survival instincts to recognize a protective boundary.

"Excuse me? P'Phuwin?"

Phuwin paused mid-sentence, his fingers hovering over his tablet screen. He looked up from the outdoor faculty table to find a tiny, bright-eyed freshman girl clutching a binder to her chest. She was blushing furiously, her eyes darting between Phuwin’s face and the pavement.

"Yes?" Phuwin asked, tilting his head politely.

Across the table, Joong and Dunk instantly stopped their intense debate over football scores. Joong lowered his soda can, his eyes widening as he shot a frantic, terror-stricken glance over Phuwin's shoulder. Dunk silently slid his laptop closed, preparing to evacuate the blast zone.

"Um..." the freshman stammered, holding out a small, neatly wrapped box of homemade brownies. "I... I saw you giving the introductory speech at the orientation last week, and I really admired how smart you are. I was wondering if... if maybe I could get your LINE ID? Just for academic questions! Of course!"

Phuwin blinked, completely caught off guard. "Oh. My LINE ID? Well, I usually don't—"

Before the word *'give'* could even form in Phuwin’s mind, the temperature around the concrete table dropped by approximately twenty degrees.

A heavy, shadow-casting figure materialized from the cafeteria path. Pond didn't just walk over; he practically drifted into the space like an apex predator detecting a breach in his territory. Without a single word, Pond slid onto the concrete bench directly next to Phuwin.

He didn't look at the freshman. Instead, Pond immediately reached out, wrapped his broad, heavy arms around Phuwin's waist from behind, and pulled the younger boy entirely against his chest. He rested his chin firmly on Phuwin’s shoulder, staring at the brownie box with a terrifyingly blank, unblinking expression.

"Phu," Pond whined loudly, his voice vibrating directly against Phuwin's shoulder blade. "My hands are freezing. Warm them up."

Phuwin’s entire face instantly erupted into a blazing, catastrophic shade of magenta. He tried to wiggle out of the vice-like grip, but Pond only tightened his arms, burying his face deeper into the crook of Phuwin’s neck.

"Naravit! Let go, we have company!" Phuwin hissed, his ears turning a vibrant, betraying shade of pink.

The freshman girl stood completely frozen, her eyes darting from Pond’s massive arms locked around Phuwin’s waist, to Phuwin’s completely flushed face, and finally to Pond’s dark, protective eyes that were now slowly tracking up to look at her.

"Oh," the freshman squeaked, her survival instincts finally activating at the absolute last second. "Oh! I... I think I left my... my calculator in the lab! Sorry to bother you, P'!"

She snatched her brownies back, turned on her heel, and sprinted down the hallway like she was running for her life.

As soon as she was out of sight, Joong slammed his hands on the table, letting out a loud, breathless laugh. "Another one! That makes three this week! Pond, seriously, you need to buy a neon sign that says *'PROPRIETARY PROPERTY OF NARAVIT'* and hang it around Phuwin's neck."

"I am nobody's property!" Phuwin snapped, finally slamming his elbow into Pond’s ribs hard enough to make the giant groan and loosen his grip. Phuwin spun around in his seat, glaring at Pond with a face that was still burning hot. "Why do you always do that?! She was just a freshman!"

"She was looking at you with sparkly eyes," Pond grumbled, pouting dramatically as he rubbed his ribs. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands, looking up at Phuwin with a look of pure, unadulterated jealousy. "And she brought brownies. I don't like it when people give you sweets. You're supposed to only eat the sweets I buy you."

"They were academic brownies!" Phuwin argued, though his heart was doing that ridiculous, chaotic fluttering routine again.

"There's no such thing as an academic brownie, Phuwin," Dunk chimed in, tossing a peanut at him. "The whole campus knows you're his soon-to-be boyfriend. These freshmen just need to be re-educated."

Pond nodded righteously, reaching out to tangle his fingers firmly with Phuwin’s under the table, refusing to let go no matter how hard Phuwin pulled. "Exactly. Next time, I'm setting the burner phone to bark at them."

"If you ever make that phone bark in public again," Phuwin muttered, though he finally stopped pulling his hand away, his fingers slowly relaxing to lock perfectly with Pond's, "I will personally code a program that deletes your entire football archive."

Pond just grinned, his dimples flashing as he squeezed Phuwin's hand. "Worth it."

------

The midterm exams had finally come and gone, leaving the engineering department in a state of collective, exhausted relief. To celebrate surviving the academic onslaught, Joong had dragged the entire circle to a popular karaoke lounge near campus.

The room was a chaotic blur of flashing neon lights, half-eaten platters of french fries, and Dunk aggressively belting out an old rock ballad into a golden microphone while Joong acted as his dramatic backup dancer.

In the far corner of the U-shaped leather couch, completely tucked away from the madness, sat Pond and Phuwin.

Well, more accurately, Phuwin was sitting down, and Pond was currently using him as a personal reclining chair. Pond’s long legs were stretched out across the cushions, his head resting heavily in Phuwin's lap while he idly flipped through the song catalog on his phone.

Phuwin, whose tolerance for Pond’s clinginess had officially graduated from *'violent resistance'* to *'mildly irritated acceptance'*, was casually combing his fingers through Pond's messy hair. It was a rhythmic, subconscious habit he’d picked up over the last two weeks, completely unaware of how incredibly domestic it looked.

"Hey, Phu," Pond murmured, looking up from his lap. From this angle, his eyes looked massive, capturing the shifting pink and blue neon lights of the room.

"What?" Phuwin asked, his fingers pausing in Pond's dark locks.

"My phone just buzzed," Pond said, a tiny, familiar smirk playing on his lips. He turned his screen around, showing an unread notification from an unfamiliar Instagram handle. "Look at this. Another freshman. She sent a message asking if I could explain the engineering faculty’s dress code policy."

Phuwin’s brow twitched. He snatched Pond's phone out of his hand, eyeing the screen with a sudden, icy glare. "The dress code policy? It’s a plain white shirt and black trousers. It requires exactly zero explanation. Why is she asking *you*?"

"I don't know," Pond chuckled, clearly enjoying the immediate spark of possessiveness. He reached up, gently bopping Phuwin’s nose. "Maybe she heard I’m a very helpful senior. Should I reply?"

Phuwin didn't answer. Instead, his jaw tightened. The past two months of catfishing, secret-keeping, fake jealousies, and real heart-flutters suddenly culminated into a massive wave of pure, competitive clarity. He was tired of the 'soon-to-be' label. He was tired of freshmen entering his perimeter, and he was definitely tired of other people sliding into Pond's DMs.

Phuwin unlocked Pond's phone—because of course he knew the passcode, it was the exact date they had met in freshman year. He didn't open the Instagram app. Instead, he opened the phone's settings, tapped the wallpaper menu, and opened Pond's photo gallery.

"What are you doing?" Pond asked, tilting his head up in curiosity.

Phuwin ignored him, scrolling through the photos until he found a picture Louis had secretly snapped of them a week ago at the barbecue restaurant. In the photo, Pond was leaning in, laughing brightly, while Phuwin was looking at him with an expression of pure, undeniable affection, his face beautifully flushed.

With three swift taps, Phuwin set it as both the lock screen and the home screen wallpaper.

Then, he opened Pond’s Instagram profile. He tapped 'Edit Profile,' moved his cursor to the bio section, and typed out a single, definitive sentence right below Pond's engineering major:

Phuwin hit save, locked the phone with a satisfying *click*, and tossed it back onto Pond’s chest.

"There," Phuwin said, crossing his arms and looking down at Pond with a fiercely triumphant, bright pink face. "Data updated. System closed to external variables."

Pond stared at his phone screen. He looked at the new lock screen, then opened his Instagram to read the newly updated bio. For three long seconds, Pond didn't say a single word.

Phuwin's heart began to do its usual chaotic, high-pitched hammering routine. *Did I overstep?* he thought, sudden panic flaring in his chest. *Was that too aggressive?*

But before Phuwin could scramble for an excuse, Pond suddenly bolted upright. He grabbed Phuwin by the shoulders, his eyes incredibly bright, a smile breaking across his face so wide his dimples practically carved holes into his cheeks.

"Did you just... did you just make us official?" Pond gasped, his voice cracking with pure, ecstatic disbelief.

"I secured my perimeter," Phuwin corrected righteously, trying to look stoic despite his ears burning a deep shade of scarlet. "It was a logistical necessity to prevent further freshman interference."

"Oh my god," Pond laughed, a loud, joyous sound that completely cut through Dunk’s terrible microphone screeching. Pond lunged forward, wrapping his arms securely around Phuwin's neck and pulling him into a hug so tight Phuwin's feet nearly left the floor. "You're my boyfriend. You're actually my boyfriend."

"Naravit, chokehold! You're suffocating me!" Phuwin gasped, though his arms automatically wound around Pond's waist, burying his face into Pond’s shoulder to hide his massive, helpless grin.

Across the room, the music abruptly cut out.

Joong stood under the neon lights, holding the microphone to his mouth, staring at the corner couch with a look of theatrical solemnity. "Attention, everyone. The code has compiled. The catfish has officially landed in the Pond. I repeat, the catfish is in the Pond."

"Finally!" Dunk cheered, throwing his hands in the air. "Does this mean we can delete the 'Operation: Fish the Pond' group chat? Because my storage is completely full of screenshots of Phuwin blushing!"

"No way, keep it for the wedding archives!" Louis shouted from the snack table, raising a french fry in a toast.

Phuwin hid his face deeper into Pond’s neck, letting out a weak groan. "I am going to reprogram all of their phones to make that Chihuahua barking sound permanently."

Pond just laughed, loosening the hug just enough to cup Phuwin’s face in his large, warm hands. He looked down at his beautiful, incredibly flustered boyfriend, his eyes full of a soft, steady devotion that required absolutely no digital filters.

"Let them talk," Pond whispered softly, leaning down until their foreheads rested together. "They're just jealous they don't have a genius messenger looking out for them."

Phuwin looked into Pond's eyes, his heart finally settling into a steady, perfectly synchronized rhythm. He reached up, resting his hands over Pond's. "Yeah. They wish."

And as Pond leaned in to finally press a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek, making Phuwin turn a glorious, final shade of crimson, Phuwin decided that entering that stupid truth-or-dare game was, logically speaking, the best decision he had ever made.
-------

The chaos of the karaoke lounge faded into a distant, muffled hum the moment the heavy glass door of the venue swung shut behind them.

The midnight air was crisp, carrying the faint, earthy scent of a pre-dawn rain that had just begun to mist over the city. The streetlights cast long, shimmering reflections across the wet pavement, wrapping the quiet alleyway in a soft, amber glow.

Phuwin walked with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his shoulders hunched slightly against the cool breeze. Right beside him, Pond was walking with his usual slow, unhurried stride, his long coat swaying gently with his movements.

For the first time in two months, there was no teasing chatter. No frantic group chat notifications buzzing in their pockets. No fake personas to maintain. The silence between them was heavy, but it wasn’t the tense, suffocating quiet of a lie—it was the profound, expectant stillness of a truth that had finally settled into place.

"Phu," Pond called out softly, stepping into his path.

Phuwin stopped, tilting his head up. The amber light of the streetlamp caught the edge of his glasses, shadowing the soft, nervous curve of his mouth.

Pond didn’t lunge into a dramatic hug. He didn't whine or drop his chin onto Phuwin's shoulder like a playful giant. Instead, he reached out with a slow, deliberate grace, his broad fingers gently sliding beneath the collar of Phuwin's jacket to rest against the warm skin of his neck. His thumb brushed lightly over the sharp line of Phuwin’s jaw, a gesture so steady and grounded it made Phuwin’s breath catch in his throat.

"No more games?" Pond whispered, his dark eyes searching Phuwin’s face with a quiet, fierce intensity.

Phuwin looked up into the eyes of his best friend—the boy who had held his backpack through freshman year, who had memorized his favorite drinks, and who had spent a month falling in love with his words without even realizing it.

The residual pink on Phuwin’s cheeks didn't burn with embarrassment this time. It settled into a deep, warm flush of absolute certainty. He reached up, his fingers curling gently around Pond’s wrist, anchoring himself to the touch.

"No more games, Naravit," Phuwin murmured, his voice steady and soft against the quiet night. "The code is clean."

Pond’s lips parted into a breathless, elegant smile. He leaned down, his movements slow and reverent, giving Phuwin every single second to pull away if he wanted to.

But Phuwin didn't pull away. He closed his eyes, tilting his chin up to close the final, remaining distance between them.

When their lips met, it wasn’t the chaotic explosion Phuwin’s overthinking brain had spent weeks anticipating. It was a soft, seamless alignment. Pond’s lips were warm and incredibly gentle, pressing against his with a firm, lingering pressure that felt less like a sudden spark and more like a long-overdue conversation finally reaching its natural conclusion.

The world around them seemed to slow to a beautifully quiet crawl. Pond’s hand shifted, his fingers tangling softly into the hair at the nape of Phuwin's neck, deepening the kiss with a slow, possessive tenderness that made Phuwin’s knees feel weak. Phuwin let out a soft, shuddering sigh against Pond’s mouth, his hands sliding out of his pockets to grip the fabric of Pond’s coat, pulling him closer until there was absolutely no space left between them.

It was classic. It was quiet. It was entirely theirs.

When Pond finally pulled back, just a fraction of an inch, his forehead remained rested against Phuwin's. They were both breathing softly into the space between them, the cool midnight mist settling over their hair.

Pond opened his eyes, a soft, incredibly fond look melting his features as he stared down at his breathtakingly flushed boyfriend. "Your heart is beating really fast, messenger."

Phuwin let out a small, breathless laugh, his fingers tightening against Pond’s coat as he opened his eyes to meet Pond's gaze.

"Shut up, Naravit," Phuwin whispered, a beautiful, helpless smile breaking across his lips. "Just kiss me again."

And this time, Pond didn't hesitate for even a second.

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