FLASHBACK

Three Years Ago...

In the dimly lit private conference room, Pond sat at the head of the table, the low hum of computers creating a backdrop of tension. Joong, Dunk, Gemini, and Joe surrounded him, their attention fixed on the screen as Gemini’s fingers flew over the keyboard, attempting to hack into an enemy website. Frustration etched across his face, he let out a groan.

“It’s so difficult... this site is locked tight,” Gemini sighed, exasperated.

Pond leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of calm amid the rising tension. His gaze remained trained on the screen, quiet and intense. Beside him, Joe shifted restlessly, glancing between his friend and the monitor, his fingers tapping impatiently on the table.

“Come on, Gem. Don’t tell me a genius like you is stumped,” Joe teased, a grin spreading across his face.

Before Gemini could respond, a familiar ping echoed through the room—a sound unique to their private system, reserved for only the most critical of messages. Instantly, all eyes snapped to the screen, a shared understanding passing among them.

“Gem, quickly! Open it! See what TangWinnie has sent us this time!” Dunk urged, excitement bubbling in his voice.

With renewed urgency, Gemini opened the file, his expression shifting from frustration to shock.

“This… this is exactly what we’ve been trying to get!” he exclaimed, his voice rising. “All the enemy’s dealings, laid out right here! They were planning to trap us in today’s deal, but now we know everything.”

The others leaned in, their astonishment mirroring Gemini’s as they absorbed the information. It was a treasure trove of intelligence, delivered by the enigmatic hacker, TangWinnie, who had repeatedly come through in their moments of need. Each time TangWinnie had breached their seemingly impenetrable system, he provided invaluable information, but everytime, a message accompanied it.

“‘Please be safe, and careful...’” Gemini read aloud, the warmth of those simple words resonating in the room.

Joe leaned back in his chair, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he caught the nuance in the message. His gaze darted to Pond, who was absorbed in the screen, his expression inscrutable.

“Aww, look at that, Pond. Seems like someone out there really cares about you,” Joe quipped, the teasing lilt in his voice making the others stifle their smiles. Only Joe had the audacity to poke fun at Pond, and he relished the moment.

“Should we start calling TangWinnie your secret admirer now? What do you think?” he continued, his tone mockingly concerned.

Pond shot him a glare, though it lacked any real malice. Inside, a familiar warmth bloomed in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time, stirred by the hacker’s concern.

“Shut up, idiot,” Pond retorted, attempting to mask his fluster with annoyance.

Joe chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter, but Pond was determined to steer the conversation back to business. Clearing his throat, he adopted a more serious tone.

“Focus. Take the information and mark a new plan immediately. And remember, no one outside this room should know about this. Understood?” His sharp command snapped everyone back to the task at hand.

Nodding in unison, Joong, Dunk, Gemini, and Joe quickly refocused, diving into their preparations for the next steps of their plan. Yet, as they busied themselves with strategy, Pond couldn’t shake the stirring sensation in his chest—a faint echo of something he had long buried, ignited by the hacker’s heartfelt words.

Night had fallen, and within the dim, concealed confines of the room, five men sat together, their eyes intent on the plan laid out before them. It was a meticulous strategy, refined in secrecy. Pond, their leader, exuded calm control, his cold eyes scanning the paper in front of him. The room’s silence was broken only by the sound of guns being loaded, weapons checked with precision. Joong, Dunk, Gemini, Joe, and Pond exchanged minimal words; their unspoken trust and years of working together were enough.

The clock crept toward evening, signaling the perfect time for their operation. They would soon make their way to Nightheavens Club, an exclusive haven for the city’s most powerful mafias. Only the elite were granted access, and tonight, it would be the stage for their next move.

Across town, Phuwin paced his room restlessly, biting his nails in frustration as he muttered to himself.

"Aiii... What am I supposed to do now?" he groaned, running his hands through his messy hair. "How can I sneak out without Dad noticing? Think, Phuwin, think!"

His thoughts raced as he tried to come up with a plan, but before he could act, his phone buzzed loudly, startling him. He grabbed it quickly, pressing it against his ear.

"Aii Phu! Did you get ready yet?" Fourth’s voice rang out on the other end, loud and impatient. "It’s already time. Come on, we should go!"

Phuwin rolled his eyes and lowered his voice, making sure his father wouldn’t hear.

"Shh, Fot! Dad came home early today, so I’m still figuring out how to sneak out. Just give me a few more minutes."

"Aiii Phu, seriously?" Fourth groaned. "You’re gonna make us late! Fine, I’ll wait outside, near your street. But you’re the one driving the bike tonight, got it? I’ll bring the motorcycle, but you’re riding."

Phuwin grinned, imagining Fourth’s impatient expression. "Okay, okay! Shaatt... I’ll be out soon. Just wait."

Ending the call, Phuwin moved quickly, pulling on a loose black shirt and matching jeans. A simple hoop earring dangled from one ear as he checked his watch and prepared his usual escape routine. The house was quiet, the lights dimmed, a sure sign that his father had gone to bed.

"Alright, Phuwin... now or never."

He stuffed his bed with pillows, making it look like he was sleeping under the covers, then tiptoed across the room, turning off the lights. With practiced stealth, he opened the door to his balcony and peered outside. The coast was clear.

Taking a deep breath, Phuwin climbed down the house’s side pipe, landing softly in the backyard. He quickly made his way to the wall surrounding the property, scaling it with ease and landing on the street outside. From there, he sprinted toward the end of the block, where Fourth was waiting impatiently on his motorcycle, arms crossed.

As Phuwin approached, he grinned and smacked Fourth on the back, hard enough to make him jump.

"Aii Phu!" Fourth yelped, glaring at him. "Idiot, why’d you hit me like that?"

Phuwin couldn’t help but laugh, his usual mischievous grin plastered across his face. "Come on, start the bike, it’s getting late!"

Fourth grumbled under his breath but didn’t argue. He climbed onto the back of the bike, settling in as Phuwin took the front. With a flick of the wrist, Phuwin revved the engine, the powerful sound filling the quiet street. As they sped off, the wind whipped through his hair, the thrill of freedom washing over him.

For a moment, Phuwin felt weightless—free from his father’s suffocating control, free from the expectations placed on him. He smiled to himself, letting the cool night air calm his restless spirit.

Behind him, Fourth was less thrilled by the speed.

"Aii Phu!" he shouted over the roar of the wind. "Are you trying to kill me?! Slow down!"

Phuwin just laughed, the sound lost to the wind as he pushed the bike faster, weaving through the streets with ease. His heart raced, not from fear but from the sheer joy of escaping—even if only for a little while.

Phuwin’s life, from the outside, seemed carefree. He had friends, he had moments like this—racing down the street without a care in the world. But underneath that facade lay the truth. His father, a high-ranking police officer, was overprotective to the point of suffocation. Ever since Phuwin’s mother had died when he was just a child, his father had devoted his entire life to raising him alone.

With no other family, Phuwin was his father’s entire world. Every decision, every restriction, was made out of love—but for Phuwin, it was stifling. His father had imposed curfews, bodyguards, and endless rules, all in the name of keeping him safe.

But none of that could keep Phuwin from sneaking out. Not when he had Fourth by his side—his partner in crime and best friend since childhood. Together, they were always up to something, always pushing the boundaries. And for Phuwin, nights like this, away from his father’s watchful eye, were a breath of fresh air.

The bike roared down the empty streets, and Phuwin smiled again, relishing the feeling of the world falling away behind him.

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So finally, pondphuwin is here🤩🤩

What do you think of this?

And who is the secret admirer of pond👀?