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The studio was louder than usual.
Staff rushed around with wires and cameras, makeup artists hovered nearby, and somewhere in the background, someone kept replaying the same audio clip for editing.
Through all the chaos, Pond Naravit Lertratkosum only had eyes for one person.
And unfortunately for his sanity, that person was currently laughing a little too hard at another actor’s joke.
Phuwin.
Phuwin Tangsakyuen tilted his head back dramatically, grinning while lightly smacking the other actor’s arm. Completely unbothered. Completely unaware.
Or maybe very aware.
Pond narrowed his eyes from across the room.
“Bro looks mad,” one of the stylists whispered.
“He is mad,” another replied immediately.
Pond finally stood up from his chair and walked over, expression calm in the way that actually meant danger.
Phuwin noticed instantly.
Instead of behaving normally, the brat smiled wider.
“P’Pond,” he said sweetly, “look, he was just telling me—”
“I don’t care.”
The actor beside Phuwin awkwardly excused himself almost immediately.
Coward.
Phuwin bit back a laugh. “You scared him.”
“Good.”
“That’s mean.”
Pond crossed his arms. “You’ve been ignoring me for an hour.”
“I was working.”
“You were flirting.”
Phuwin gasped dramatically. “Wow. Accusing me already?”
“You literally touched his face.”
“There was glitter on it.”
“You smiled too much.”
“That’s actually insane.”
Pond stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You think this is funny?”
“A little.”
Phuwin’s eyes sparkled with pure trouble, and Pond knew right then he was being messed with on purpose.
Again.
“You’re annoying,” Pond muttered.
“But you like me.”
That smug expression nearly ended him.
Pond grabbed Phuwin lightly by the wrist and pulled him behind one of the unused backdrop panels, away from the staff.
“Pond—”
“What?”
“We’re at work.”
“And?”
Phuwin laughed quietly. “You’re jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“You followed me across the entire studio.”
“That proves nothing.”
“You looked like you wanted to fight him.”
Pond stared at him in silence.
“…Okay maybe a little.”
Phuwin burst into laughter.
The sound softened Pond immediately, despite his irritation.
“You’re impossible,” Pond sighed.
“And you’re obsessed with me.”
“Unfortunately.”
Phuwin leaned against the wall with the most satisfied expression imaginable. “Say it properly.”
“No.”
“Say it.”
Pond rolled his eyes. “Don’t push it.”
“Pond naravit,” Phuwin said with fake seriousness, “communicate your feelings.”
“You’re irritating.”
“Mhm.”
“You act like a brat.”
“Mhm.”
“And I hate when other people touch you.”
Phuwin went suspiciously quiet after that.
Pond noticed instantly. “What?”
“…Nothing.”
“Phuwin.”
The younger boy looked away, suddenly less teasing than before. “I just like hearing you say things like that.”
Pond’s expression softened completely.
God. This boy.
He reached up and flicked Phuwin’s forehead gently.
“Ow.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Phuwin grinned again immediately. “So you admit it.”
“I admit nothing.”
“Liar.”
Pond leaned closer until Phuwin’s teasing smile finally faltered.
“Keep provoking me,” he murmured, “and I’m not letting you sit with anyone else for the rest of the shoot.”
Phuwin blinked.
Then—because he clearly had no survival instincts—he smiled innocently and said,
“Maybe that was the plan.”