Kiss Me Before You Go

Epilogue

To all of my sweet pineapples, thank you very much for a wonderful year! Wishing you a bountiful and happy 2020.
Warm hugs! (つ✧ω✧)つ
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"Those in favor of Christmas carol, raise your hand..." Bran's secretary began the count after his statement.

Bran is the current chairman of his college's organization. He won through a landslide victory a few months prior. This month, they were organizing an event to raise money for a local charity.

"Alright, votes are in. Christmas carol, it is." Bran chuckled. Some officers pouted because they really wanted to showcase the chairperson's shrimp dance if the talent show won.

"There goes our chance," the representative from the psychology department commented.

"What chance?" Another representative asked.

"To see Bran do the shrimp dance on the talent show," answered in unison by those who voted for the said event.

"Aww!"

"Are you serious?"

"You could have told us!"

One after another, complains poured in. Bran had to clear his throat. "Guys! Even if we had the talent show, I still wouldn't do it."

"Right. You're too sweet to refuse."

"You'll do it for the charity."

"You love us!"

"No, he doesn't." The voice made everyone turned towards the doorway. A tall, tan, handsome man was leaning against it, wearing a dark shirt rolled up to his elbows, ripped blue jeans and dark leather boots. He looked so dashing as he smiled at a particular person.

The officers turned back to their chairperson and they gasped seeing his cheeks reddening. They couldn't believe their eyes. Their chairperson was blushing!

"Who is that?" Bran's secretary asked.

"My Christmas gift," Bran said in a daze. "Um, I mean my b-boyfriend."

"Omg!"

"Is that Finnegan Kree?!"

"Your lover is Finnegan effing Kree?!!!"

"Oh, hush." Bran snapped his fingers to his officers seated on the chairs in front of him. He tapped the board, ordering everyone to list the songs they needed to memorize for the carolling.

"Yuu, take notes," Bran told his secretary. "Send me the minutes tonight, okay? Thanks. Bye!"

"Where is he going?"

"Running off with Finnegan effing Kree."

"Damn! Somebody give me ice! They're too hot to be together!"

"Stay on Wattpad, Zia."

Outside the club room, Bran jumped into his lover's embrace. "P'Finn. I missed you!"

"I missed you too, baby." Finn hugged Bran back as the latter wrap his legs around him.

At the door, the officers of the club began to peek at the lovers' sweet reunion. They simultaneously opened their phones to take a photo. Finn flashed them a hushed sign so as to not spook his lover. And like a synchronized group, they gave him a thumbs up. As Bran raised his head and lowered himself from Finn, the officers all went back inside the room.

"Let's have dinner outside and then go to your apartment," Finn suggested.

"Okay," Bran agreed. He was pursing his lips from excitement of seeing his lover after six months.