My Secret

Chapter 18

Hello again people of Wattpad~!

I'm so sorry for not updating for so long. I dunno really what to tell you all but I've been in an INTENSE writer's block this past month, and the only thing that was popping up in my head has been plots for OTHER stories. I want to finish the stories that I have published now before I get in to it. Thank you all for bearing with me as I go through this struggle. Hopefully this chapter compensates for the long time that I have not updated. I'm also a little sorry for the short chapters that I have been posting. I try to lengthen them as much as possible but for some reason, I can't. Hope you bear with it lol.

I would like to make an announcement as well:

This story might end at around 30 chapters.

I'm not planning to spend a lot of time writing this, going on to too many circles around the topic, so I'm deciding to speed up the story line that I have created for this specific book. Please be prepared for countless time skips, as well as some sudden character introductions.

Anyways~

On with the chapter~

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It's been a few weeks since the couple's meeting with Wayo's father and Phana's CEO and manager. It had been a tough search for the company on who had sent the information about their artist and his fiancé. These have been spread as false rumors, and the public has believed it. Phana and Wayo had decided to stay on the low for the mean time, with Phana not taking any jobs under the discretion of his manager and boss, and Wayo just going on with his life.

During this time, Wayo and Phana had been busy helping to prepare and plan Kongpob and Arthit's wedding, which was set I the next few months. The older couple had already picked out a venue, their color scheme, the catering, as well the guests that will be invited to the wedding. They were now currently discussing some of the details for the wedding and the reception.

"... So Kong and I were thinking of making you guys as the principal sponsors for the wedding." Arthit said as he scribbled on a notepad in front of him. Kongpob was sitting beside him, smiling at his fiancé lovingly, knowing that in a few months, they will be husbands. In front of them was Phana and Wayo, along with their other friends. While the situation and rumors between the couple have not died down totally, it did not stop them from seeing each other on their breaks, especially when Arthit and Kongpob's wedding was almost near.

"We're honored that you chose us, P'." Wayo answered as he was sipping on a large cup of pink milk that was bought by Phana. They were currently sitting beside each other, with the other friends surrounding them protectively. No one dared to approach the couple and confirm the rumor, with Forth, the current head hazer, Kongpob, the former head hazer, Arthit, the scary president of the Business faculty, Mingkwan, the current Campus Moon, and Pring, the former Campus Star, glaring holes at anyone that would stare at the couple in a judgmental manner.

"So that's the entourage done. The invitations have been printed and are ready to be sent out, all that's left is to wait for the actual wedding..." Arthit said looking over his list. He had a satisfied smile on his face, thinking that everything was ready for his and Kongpob's special day. Kongpob rounded his arm at Arthit's waist, mirroring his fiancé's excitement about their wedding day.

"Oooohhhh I'm so excited for your wedding P'Oon!" Pring said squealing at the lovely scene his big brother and soon to be brother-in-law were making. The people at the talbe could just feel the love between the two, admiring the strength of their love for each other.

"After them, it's our turn next, babe..." Phana whispered into Wayo's ear causing the younger to shiver with delight at the sensual tone of his fiancé. Wayo looked away from his almost empty glass of pink milk to stare into the deep brown pools of Phana's eyes, almost getting lost in them. Wayo felt an arm rounding his waist, pulling him closer towards the owner. A deep pink blush started to form on his face, feeling the heat of the blood rushing to his face. He had no strength to smack away the hand that was slowly stroking his side, already feeling weak from the stare of his fiancé. The others seemed to have noticed the intense staring contest between the two, and Beam whipped out his phone to film them, in his words, "for future use".