When the Tables are Turned

Chapter 3

Mark's POV

Looking back now, I am starting to realize that during our fan meetings, P'Gun never really did any skinships on me.

Every time we were asked to pose for fancams, he would place his arm behind me, and then I would be expecting it to rest against my back but it never did. He had just been suspending his arm away from my back where the fans could not see it and the cameras could not catch it, that sneaky cheater.

On the other hand, I would drape my arm across his shoulder, and the fans could clearly see the skinship I was making, while he had his hands inside his pockets.

Even during the time that the fans had asked us to make a giant heart with our arms and hands, he had done it all by himself, instead of linking his arm and hand with mine, as the fans were expecting. I had to move up close to him and pulled his one arm down that was between him and me while I linked my hand to his other hand above my head. That action of mine startled him. I guess he had forgotten that we were supposed to be paired in front of the fans. Or was he just pretending that he forgot.

I was starting to get a little worried. Did he actually find me repulsive?

I found it funny and stupid that initially I had been worried that he might fall for me because of the constant skinships that we had to do in front of our fans and because of the intimate scenes that we had to do during our LBC series.

But now, I was actually worried of the opposite, that he probably found me repulsive. But what was it about me that he found repulsive?

I discovered the answer to that question not too long after.

We were doing a promo event just a week after our last fan meeting. We were all doing a marathon together with several other actors as a fund raising event to promote awareness of Acquired Diabetes which anyone regardless of age or sex or ethnicity could develop from consuming too much sugar content in one's diet.

Near the end of the marathon, just as we were getting close to the finish line, P'Gun sprained his ankle and fell flat on the ground.

We all helped him to stand up and to hop on his uninjured foot to the nearest booth by the wayside.

P'New instructed me to go to the First Aid booth to fetch a bottle of tincture of arnica and an ace wrap.

When I came back from the First Aid booth, P'New had made P'Gun sit on one of the benches. Someone had already removed his shoe and sock from his injured ankle.

I knelt in front of him to start providing him with first aid.

"No, no, no, no, no!!!" he protested, "where is Title???"

"What do you want Title for?" asked P'New, clearly puzzled.

"To do the treatment for me, P'New," he replied, "we can't let Mark do it, he's still just a child."

I stood up from my kneeling position and tossed the first aid paraphernalia to the ground.

"How dare you call me and consider me as a child, P'Gun!" I yelled at him.

So that was why he found me repulsive all this time. He considers me as still a child.

How he had managed to go through all those intimate scenes with me was mind boggling. No wonder it was so easy for him to put on a pained expression during those scenes.

"Mark!" P'New called out as I started stomping angrily away. "Come back here! Why don't we show Gunnapat here that you can do this stuff just as well as any one else."

Yeah, maybe I should do it. Maybe, stomping angrily away only reinforced the idea to P'Gun that I was still just a child.

I slowly walked back and twisted the lid off the bottle of tincture of arnica. Then I took a large cotton ball from a plastic container and soaked it with several drops of the tincture.

I knelt in front of P'Gun once more and dabbed his injured ankle with the wet cotton ball.

P'Gun almost jumped up from the bench, yelping, "Mommmeee!!! Aahhh...aahhh!"

"Gunnapat!" P'New scolded him, "stop being such a child and let Mark take care of your ankle!"

I gave P'Gun a smirk. Who was being considered a child now???