Rivals | MeanPlan (discontinued)

seven

The siblings arrived home from their first day of school throwing their backpacks at the door with their shoes before moving into the living room. As they entered, Mean was sitting in the armchair looking at them.

"Come, sit down," he said as he gestured for Siwat and Samantha to each take a seat on the couch besides the armchair. They did as told and made themselves comfortable.

"Since you're part of the mafia, Siwat, you need a second name which you'll be using when doing mafia business. And seeing as you live and spend most of your time with Samantha, it'd be a good idea for her to have a second name as well even though she's not an actual member of The Unfazed," Mean began, a serious look in his eyes as he continued, "Do you guys have any ideas of what you want your second names to be?" He finished. Both siblings thought for a bit before Siwat finally nodded and looked at Mean.

"I want mine to be Mark," he said, a smile creeping up on his face, feeling a bit proud 'cos this meant he was now an official member of the mafia gang. Mean nodded writing the name into his memory and making a mental note to tell Saint about the two new names so he could inform the other members of The Unfazed.

"And I want mine to be Melanie." Samantha had finally decided on a name. Mean once again nodded and made his way out to the door.

"That'll be it from me, have a good rest of the day," Mean said as he got out of the door. He momentarily stopped in the driveway and pondered whether or not to go to the park to try his luck though he had already gone there in the morning. But he decided why not, the park wasn't far from Mark and Melanie's house anyway.

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As he came to the gate, he pushed it open taking in the familiar beauty of the park. He had been there so many times, but it seemed he never got bored or tired of its beauty, the colorful flowers decorating the park as the sun twinkled in the surface of the lake.

He sat down on the bench, kinda disappointed that Rathavit wasn't there, but also kinda expecting he wouldn't be. He decided to just sit there and watch the birds fly back and forth between different trees.

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"Phiravich! Phiravich!" A boy repeated as he tried shaking the man lying asleep on the bench. The sun had already set, the night engulfing the park with its darkness. Mean finally opened his eyes, looking around confused only to be met with the most beautiful pair of eyes he'd ever seen, and he knew them very well as they had almost tattoed themselves in his mind. Rathavit's eyes. Mean shot up as he felt his ears get hot and turn red, a little embarrassed that he fell asleep in the park and being awoken by none other than Rathavit.

"H-Hi," Mean stuttered out as Rathavit sat on the bench besides him.

"We meet again!" Rathavit said as his eyes turned into crescent moons. Oh, how Mean could look into those eyes forever.

"Yeah, we do," Mean said and he suddenly felt confidence surge through his body as he said, "By the way, I never got your number." He had taken his phone out, holding it out for Rathavit to take. He giggled a bit, a sound Mean could listen to forever.

"I was thinking the same," Rathavit said as he took the phone typing in his number before returning the phone to Mean.

"Rathavit ♡" was the name Rathavit had given his contact, Mean smiling at the heart Rathavit had added. Cute, he thought. Mean sent a "Hi" to the contact, so Rathavit could get his number. He looked at Rathavit as he giggled at his screen while giving him Mean's contact a name.

"You're not giving me a funny or inappropriate name, are you?" Mean asked raising an eyebrow questioningly while smiling, letting Rathavit know he wasn't serious. Rathavit just shook his head showing Mean his phone while Mean's eyes got bigger at the name, "Handsome ♡".

"You think I'm handsome?" Mean smirked as Rathavit looked down while thanking the gods above that it was night, 'cos his cheeks were now dusted with a pink color. He nodded as he finally looked up at Mean. He truly was the most handsome person Rathavit had ever laid his eyes on.

"How old are you, by the way?" Mean asked, a question that he'd had in his mind for a long time now.

"Oh, I'm 18. I look younger though, right? People usually tell me that because of my small stature and frame," he rambled as he was a bit taken aback by the sudden question, also because he feared that the man in front of him would reject him once he found out his age. Rathavit had assumed Mean was a lot older than him, birthing his fears.

"Oh, sorry, I'm rambling too much," Rathavit quickly said as he realized he'd been rambling.

"Don't apologize, I like to listen to you talk," Mean said but quickly mentally face-palming when he realized what he'd said. Why did he say that? Saying nice things like this and even flirting were things he didn't wanna do as it was like acknowledging his feelings towards this boy which was the last thing he wanted to. He didn't wanna admit what he knew deep down in his heart. This boy shouldn't be involved with the mafia let alone a mafia leader. He sighed.

"Is something wrong?" Rathavit asked as he heard Mean sigh. Mean just shook his head, a smile forming on his lips because of Rathavit's worry towards him.

"And I'm 27," Mean finally said and silence slowly took over the two as they just looked at each other.

"You don't think I'm too young to be your friend?" Rathavit finally voiced his worry, looking down finding his shoes very interesting all of a sudden. Oh, how Mean wanted to tell him that being his friend wasn't his intention at all, rather his intention was- No! He couldn't think those thoughts. He quickly shook his head as if that action would shake off those thoughts before he replied, "No, I don't think so. Age doesn't really matter for me." A smile soon appeared on Rathavit's face and he didn't know what came over him, but he engulfed Mean in a hug burrying his head into the crook of Mean's neck as he took in his scent. It was a sweet, calming scent, a scent Rathavit would want around him all the time.

Mean was taken aback at Rathavit's action but hugged back nevertheless not wanting to make it awkward between the two, putting his muscular arms around Rathavit's small body as he pulled the younger closer. They just stayed like that, none of them talking while they just appreciated each other.

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finally, chapter seven is finished. this chapter was initially going to be a lot different, i'd actually thought of something yesterday which would surround mark but then as i started writing this, i just kinda forgot about my initial idea. i also realized it's been quite a lot of chapters since there was a mean and plan interaction, and i think you guys have been waiting for that, hahah, so here it is.

anygays, as always, i hope you liked this chapter and have a good day or morning or evening or night or whatever! <3