Island of BL

Chapter 74: Mean, Plan

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of chapter 59.

Also this chapter is proof that when you are feeling down, you can channel your negative thoughts into creating something happy and positive.

I have just gone through another sad and discouraging event. These Kpop controversies and tragic incidents just keep coming one after another and they're happening to groups that I stan (or follow, for those who don't know this Kpop lingo), but I decided to pick myself up and focus on my crazy fanfic. So here goes...

Third Person POV

Mean so badly wanted to cradle Plan in his arms and rock him gently until his sobs subsided but he wasn't sure how Plan would react so he just stood there saying "I'm so sorry to hear that."

Mean tentatively placed an arm around Plan and asked, "Would you like me to spend the night with you?"

When Plan stopped his crying to look at Mean in surprise, Mean hastened to explain, "No monkey business intended, just to keep you company in case you want to talk or just to have someone's presence to help you to sleep."

"I don't think that I will be able to sleep but yes, I would appreciate your company," Plan replied gratefully.

"It's settled then," Mean said, helping Plan to his feet.

Together both young men made their way to the foyer and before pressing the service button for an elevator, Mean turned to Plan.

"Plan, can you first come with me to my cabin to pick up my toiletries and bed clothes?" he asked.

"Sure," Plan replied, "on what deck is your cabin located?

"Fifth deck, my cabin number is 513", Mean informed him.

"I'm two decks lower than you," Plan said.

After Mean put his stuff together into a small backpack, he and Plan went two decks lower to go to Plan's cabin.

Once inside Plan's cabin, Plan asked Mean if he wanted to do his evening routine first and Mean agreed.

"Your shampoo smells good," Plan remarked after Mean came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a smaller towel, while a big white towel was draped around his waist.

Mean had just placed the bottle of shampoo into his backpack and then had an idea.

"Would you like to try it?" Mean offered, turning around quickly to take the bottle of shampoo out of his backpack.

During the quick movement of turning around, his towel which had been loosely draped around his waist fell off.

Plan's hands flew to his face, his fingers splayed wide apart to be able to see through them as Mean quickly bent to pick up the towel and to drape it once more around his waist, but more securely this time.

"I'm sorry that you had to see how I looked like when I first entered into this world," Mean remarked with an embarrassed smile.

"The difference being it's much larger and longer now from when you were born," Plan said without thinking and when he realized what he had just said, he quickly ran to the bathroom with a muttered "excuse me".

"Wait, the shampoo!" Mean called out, but Plan had shut the bathroom door and locked it.

Plan had never felt so mortified in his whole life. He wanted to stay forever and ever inside the bathroom and never come out again.