When the Tables are Turned

Chapter 11

Mark's POV

I braced myself to have to meet up and smile with P'Gun and the other cast members of our LBC series the following day.

We had to go to a charity event to raise funds for the homeless and abandoned children of Bangkok. The organizers had rented an area in a popular shopping center where they had put up a stage.

One at a time we would go up the stage and then a fan would get a hug from us after dropping a donation into a drop box.

Saint was the first to be called to go up the stage. One by one his fans dropped a donation into the drop box being held by one of the organizers on one side of the stage before going to Saint and getting a hug from him.

The next to go up the stage was Perth, and he also gained several donations from fans who wanted to get a hug from him.

I tried my best to act normally with P'Gun, to not let on how I felt about him.

"Were you able to help out your mom with her problem last night?" he had asked me when I arrived at the charity event.

I almost denied that there had been any problem because I had almost forgotten that it was the excuse I had given his grandfather for leaving the party.

"Yes, everything is okay now," I replied, unable to meet his eye.

When it was P'Gun's turn to go up the stage, I tried to fight the jealousy I felt when so many fan girls went up the stage to drop a donation in order to get a hug from him.

The last fan to go up the stage was a young man about my age. I almost grabbed him to keep him from going up the stage but kept myself in control.

I gritted my teeth as I watched the fan boy go up to P'Gun and give him a tight hug.

Suddenly I had an idea. I fished out my wallet from my pocket and went up the stage and dropped several bills into the drop box.

"Hold on, Mr. Gun Napat!" the emcee called out to P'Gun who was already walking off the stage, his back to me so he had not seen me.

He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw me dropping a donation into the drop box on stage.

The fans started screaming and shrieking, bursting into wild applause.

I stood in the middle of the stage, waiting for him to come to me.

He better hug me tight and for a longer time than the other fan boy because I had dropped a huge donation just to get a hug from him. It better be a quality hug.

He walked back to the center of the stage where I was waiting and before he could reach me, I closed the distance and hugged him tight.

The fans continued to scream and shriek. Some were chanting "MarkGun! MarkGun!" while the others were chanting "Klano! Klano!"

Suddenly some fans started chanting "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

P'Gun's face had a horrified look as he slowly backed away.

There was no turning back. I was going to do this. I held him fast on either side of his face so that the audience and cameras could not see clearly and pulled his head down and planted a kiss on his lips.

Before I let him go, I whispered to him, "I told you that one day I was going to prove to you that I am not a child."