Third Person POV

Mean had no choice but to let Plan go with Perth to wherever they were going.

He went his separate way to a Thai restaurant that had dishes already cooked and ready to serve behind glass counters. All the customer had to do was to tell the restaurant staff behind the counter which dish he wanted to be served.

In the meantime, Perth who was riding in Plan's car turned to Plan and said, "We are in so much trouble with P'Mean."

"No, don't think that way," said Plan, "he had been rude to me earlier, shutting the door on my face."

"But why would he do that?" asked Perth.

"Because I told him that you were a better kisser than he was," said Plan.

"Whaaattt???" asked Perth, blushing furiously.

"I was just telling him the truth and he could not handle it," said Plan.

"Are you serious?" asked Perth, "do you really think that I'm a better kisser than P'Mean?"

"Yes, you are, but don't let it go to your head," Plan replied.

"Okay, thanks," said Perth, his mind flying back to the unit where he and Saint were staying.

Perth shook his head. No, he was not going to try seducing the innocent Saint.

Mean's POV

As I sat at a corner table of the fast food restaurant eating my lunch, I tried to think back what Plan said to me when I grabbed him near the flight of stairs.

He had said that he was running away because I was thinking that he was guilty of loving me. There was an important part of his sentence that my mind was focused on. He had added, "which I am not."

So, basically, what he was trying to say was that he was not guilty of loving me.

I know that I should feel relieved with that thought, but for some reason I felt disappointed.

I shook my head. No, I should feel relieved. It would take away the awkwardness of the skinships and any other intimate scenes that P'New would be asking us to do in our workshops and during the filming of the series.

I decided to just enjoy my lunch and relax.

When evening came and Plan still did not make his appearance at our unit, I was at a loss on what to do next.

I ate very little of the ramen noodles that I made for dinner.

After brushing my teeth and taking a quick shower to wash the day's dirt off my body, I headed for bed with a heavy heart.  Why I was having a heavy heart, I refused to analyze.

I fell asleep out of mental exhaustion.

I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or just half awake but I felt someone climbing into my bed. The person smelled of fresh shampoo and freshly washed pajamas.

I turned sleepily to see what was going on.

"I think I have had enough of this silly game we're playing," it was Plan's voice.

I was now fully awake. I tried to sit up. Plan pushed me back down on the bed.

He straddled me, placing both hands heavily on either side of my shoulders.

"Forget your pride and tell me right now what you want me to do," he said.

I hesitated. My mind was in a whirl. Was it a good thing to forget my pride and tell him exactly what I wanted him to do, or was it better for our career to keep up our pretenses?