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Phuwin’s world is measured in timestamps and camera flashes.
Between the 8:00 AM lecture and the 2:00 PM shoot, there isn't a single gap for a deep breath. His phone is a constant weight in his hand, buzzing with schedule updates and fan notifications.
The apartment is silent, but his mind is loud. To everyone else, he’s the perfect "Phuwin Tangsakyuen," but the organized chaos of his living room says otherwise, empty coffee cups, scattered scripts, and a laptop that never seems to close.
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Phuwin is in his mid-task, maybe checking a schedule on his phone while trying to pack a bag for his next shoot, when P’Ying finally speaks up. She have seen him like this for weeks and she had enough of seeing him run on caffeine and three hours of sleep.
P’Ying: "Phuwin, stop. You’re exhausting yourself. If you take on one more project without sleeping, you’re going to glitch."
Phuwin: "I’m fine, Phi. It’s just a busy month. I have everything under control."
P’Ying: "Your kitchen counter says otherwise. I’m hiring a housekeeper for you. Not just for the cleaning, someone to actually look after the place so you don't have to."
P’Ying doesn't just suggest a random agency; she has someone specific in mind. She’s leaning against the doorframe, watching Phuwin try to multitask and she drops the name.
P’Ying: "I’m not just hiring anyone. Some of the staff at the studio were talking about a boy named Pond. He’s looking for a steady gig and they say he’s incredibly reliable."
Phuwin: "Pond? I don’t have time to interview people, Phi."
P’Ying: "You don’t have to. I’ve already seen his references. He’s young, he’s hardworking and honestly, he needs the work. It’s a win-win."
Pond comes from a very poor family. His mother and grandmother live in a village while he studies and works at the same time. He manages all of his gigs to pay for his tuition.
Before he even knocks on Phuwin’s door, we see Pond’s world. His life is a different kind of "busy." It’s the sound of an early morning alarm, the heavy feeling of a backpack full of textbooks, and the careful way he counts every baht to send back home to his mom and grandma in the village.
It’s the evening, when Pond finally shows up at the condo. He’s probably a bit nervous, wearing his most presentable clothes which is the living example of his mysterious life, faded colours but clean, it doesn't makes him poor, it's the cause of his hard earning. While holding the address P’Ying gave him.
Pond (to himself): "Just do a good job. Focus. Don't break anything." A quiet, respectful knock on the heavy wooden door.
Phuwin is probably inside, mid-call or rushing to leave, barely ready to acknowledge the new person in his space.
The heavy door to the apartment clicks shut behind Pond. It’s too quiet inside, the air-conditioned stillness a sharp contrast to the humid street noise he just left. He stands in the entryway for a second, clutching the straps of his backpack, eyes taking in the sleek, modern lines of the living room.
Then he sees him.
Phuwin is buried in his laptop on the far end of the couch, glasses perched on his nose, a mountain of scripts and high-end tech surrounding him like a fortress. He doesn’t even look up at the sound of the door.
Pond: (Clearing his throat softly) "Excuse me... I'm Pond. P'Ying sent me."
Phuwin: (Eyes still glued to the screen, fingers typing rapidly) "Door's unlocked for a reason. You're late by two minutes. The kitchen is that way. Don't move my chargers and don't touch the laptop."
Pond: (Looking down at his faded trousers, then back at the back of Phuwin's head) "I understand. I’ll start with the kitchen, then."
Phuwin finally spares a half-second glance over his shoulder. He expects a professional cleaner in a uniform; instead he sees a boy who looks tired in a way that’s different from his own exhaustion. The white shirt looks faded from several washes yet clean, but the hem is fraying.
For a moment, Phuwin’s lecture about "schedules" dies in his throat, but he just turns back to his screen, shaking the feeling off.
Phuwin: (to himself) "How can a person wear this clothes, it's nearly surviving."