Mean 's POV

"Okay, so you heard me," I said to Perth, "are you planning to tell P'Plan about it?"

His face instantly turned red.

"You told him!" I exploded.

"It slipped when he teased P'Saint about me, but at first I denied it. My exact words were "Well I guess pretty soon it will be you who will be feasted upon by P'Mean, judging from what I heard him whisper in your ear last night."

"Shit!" I exploded again.

Perth went on bravely with his story, knowing that I might turn violently angry.

"Then he and P'Saint asked me what you whispered and I said, "No, no, no, I didn't hear anything but P'Plan said "you better tell me or I will kill you " and he looked and sounded like he meant it so I got scared and was forced to tell him."

I banged my fist on the hood of my car and kicked the tire.

"Why don't you want him to know?" asked Perth, "doesn't it facilitate things for you, now that P'Plan knows how you feel about him?"

I shook my head. Perth was so simple minded. Blame it on his youth.

"I would have preferred him not to know," I said, "but now that the cat is out of the bag I will just have to deal with it."

"I'm so sorry," said Perth.

"It's not your fault, I guess," I said miserably.

"By the way how did P'Plan react to your revelation?" I needed to know. 

Perth was quiet for a while, trying to jog his memory. 

"First he was shocked, then he was very quiet throughout the rest of the trip," said Perth. "He just kept shaking his head and pounding his fist on the back of the passenger seat."

Fuck, that didn't sound good to me at all.

I guess all I can do now is to avoid him as much as possible. 

Maybe I could request my manager to pull me out of any events that involved having to interact with P'Plan.

No such luck. When I voiced my request to my manager, he said that I needed the exposure and that the agency would profit financially from promo events and fan meets, regardless of whether Plan was with me or not.

Unfortunately there was a fan meeting scheduled the next day at the Siam Square.

I wondered if I could get away with feigning sickness. Nah-uh, my manager was too smart for lame excuses like that. He would be able to see through me very quickly.

I decided to grit my teeth and bite the bullet.

I showed up late at the fan meeting. My manager was already there and was glaring at me when I arrived.

"Hurry up and join the rest of the group on stage. Plan has been looking around anxiously wondering when you were gonna show up. He looks so lost right now, he is the only one without a partner," said my manager.

I knew my manager enough to tell that he was exaggerating.

The fans screamed and applauded when they saw me going up the stage.

P'Plan glanced at me but did not greet me. Instead he kept waving to the fans and holding out finger hearts to them.

What started out as a dull pain in my chest escalated into a twinge as P'Plan continued to ignore me.

"Two Wish! Two Wish! Two Wish!" the fans started to chant.

"Hug and kiss! Hug and kiss! Hug and kiss!"

I made a move toward P'Plan.

"Don't you dare!" he hissed at me when I was close enough to hear him.