Chao's POV

The gentle feel of Plan's hand against my hair immediately sent shivers down my spine. I tried my best not to show the nervousness and excitement that I was feeling at his touch.

As I stood up to leave the stage, I bowed to the audience and to the cast of Love By Chance the series. I kept my arm around Plan's waist and whispered to him to follow me down the side stairs.

He did so and I gave him a hug at the foot of the short flight of stairs. He hugged me back and on impulse, I kissed him on his forehead.

I could tell that he was taken by surprise but quickly recovered from it.

"Are you free after this event?" I asked, my heart in my throat.

"Yes, I am," he replied.

I let out a big breath. I had not realized that I had been holding it while waiting for his answer.

"Can I treat you to a late dinner?" I asked, "there's a Thai restaurant nearby that stays open till three in the morning."

"I would love that," he said.

I took his hand and quickly wrote my number on his palm.

"Call me as soon as you wrap up the fan meet," I said, "I'll be waiting in my car in the parking lot."

"I will," he said before turning away and making his way back up the stage.

Mean's POV

Aside from the quick kiss on the forehead, I did not miss P'Chao's other questionable action. I saw him writing something on P'Plan's palm. I was a hundred and one percent sure that he had written his phone number on it.

I had to find a way to get it erased from P'Plan's hand.

After we all said our brief speeches and goodbyes to our audience, I quickly asked one of the staff to give me a small amount of the styling mousse and a facial tissue.

"Hey, P'Plan!" I quickly called out to P'Plan who was already making his way to the exit.

"What's up, buddy?" he sauntered back towards me with a smile, unaware of what I was planning to do.

I had noted that P'Chao had taken P'Plan's right hand to write something on it, most probably his phone number, on his palm.

I held out my right hand for a handshake and he automatically took it with his right hand.

The moment he felt the wetness on his palm, he quickly withdrew his hand from mine.

"Oh, oooppsss, my bad" I said, quickly wiping his palm with the facial tissue that I had been holding in my other hand, effectively wiping off whatever had been written on it.

"Shit, Mean!" he exclaimed, "you wiped off P'Chao's number!"

I knew it! Mission: success!

But wait, P'Plan suddenly had an idea. He approached the senior staff who was the main coordinator of our fan meeting.

P'Plan said something to her, and then I saw her take out her phone and tap through it several times.

Then P'Plan took out his phone and put in the number that she gave him into his contacts.

He thanked her with a smile and bowed to her before saying goodbye.

I could only shake my head in disappointment.

Mission: fail!