Three days later, the series Deep Dive: Into Your Heart" official page released an announcement that shocked many fans eagerly awaiting the show. The news revealed that Wan Archawin, a key actor in the series, had decided to withdraw from the project. The statement explained that Wan was stepping down due to health issues, unrelated to the circulating rumours. After careful discussions, the production team, which also represented Wan, prioritised his well-being and agreed with his decision. They assured fans that a new actor would be cast for the role of Sky, with further announcements to follow.

 

Wan himself posted a handwritten letter on his social media account, apologising to the production team, his fellow cast members, fans, and viewers for his decision. After that, he went silent on all platforms, aligning with the company's statement that Wan was taking time off to recover both physically and mentally.

 

The public reaction was divided. Some sympathised with Wan, assuming his withdrawal stemmed from the fake news and from certain fans' demands to remove him from the series, which likely took a toll on his health. Others speculated whether the rumours were true, leading to his departure. However, two days later, when photos surfaced of Wan's lawyer filing documents to sue those spreading false information, doubts began to fade. 

 

No one dared to post anything risky on social media after seeing how seriously the actor's agency took the matter. That was the story known to outsiders. But for someone like Third, who was an insider, he knew there was more to it. Wan had stepped down to prevent any further negative impact on the series and everyone involved. What hurt the most was that Third couldn't do anything to protect Wan.

 

Their relationship seemed to have reached its end since the day Third visited Wan at his condo. After that day, Third couldn't reach him. Wan wouldn't answer his calls or read his messages, leaving Third worried sick. He even went to Wan's condo and university, but it was as if Wan had vanished into thin air. Third realised he didn't know Wan as well as he thought he did. Their time together had been too brief. He only knew Wan as an artist, not enough about his personal life. He knew Wan had a younger sister named View, but he didn't know what she looked like or how to contact her. He didn't know any of Wan's friends outside Wan's agency, making it even harder to reach him.

 

"P'Cher, do you have any way to contact Wan?" Third asked the same question whenever he saw P'Cher, the AR managing Wan. Even though Wan had left the series, P'Cher still visited the set to oversee other actors under her care.

 

"Wan is resting. Don't worry about him," she replied, as she always did. Her eyes showed sympathy, but she had to respect Wan's wishes-not as an AR, but as an older sister.

 

Wan had asked to be left alone for a while, especially by Third. Until Wan was emotionally strong enough, P'Cher would honour his request. But Third couldn't stay calm. He couldn't be at ease unless he saw Wan or spoke to him. Even though Wan had coldly rejected his love, Third was certain Wan didn't mean what he said. Wan had stepped back for his sake, but Third didn't want that. He refused to let Wan go because of such trivial nonsense. First, he needed to find Wan and talk to him again. But as time passed with no sign of contact, Third began to feel lost.

 

"P'Third, can I take a story with you?" A voice interrupted his thoughts as Third sat quietly outside a university building during the final day of filming. He looked up to see Renji approaching with a faint smile on his face.

 

"Just as a keepsake. It's the last day today," Renji said.

 

"Sure," Third replied, forcing a smile as they took a quick story for Renji's Instagram. It was hard to believe how quickly time had passed. Nearly two months had gone by since the incident. Filming, including reshooting scenes with the new actor, was now complete. The set was filled with a bittersweet atmosphere of farewells.

 

"Have you been able to contact Wan?" Third asked Renji, only to be disappointed when the younger man shook his head.

 

"Not at all. P'Cher said he's not at his condo either. I have no idea where he is. He's not answering my calls." Renji sighed, looking dejected as he spoke. "I'm upset, too. I thought he might at least keep in touch with me since we're close. But he hasn't contacted anyone, except P'Cher and P'Jarin. If P'Wan ever comes back, I'm going to ignore him, too. Let him see how it feels," Renji said with a pout.

 

After that, silence fell between the two men. Third glanced at the taller Renji standing beside him and casually asked, "Do you like Wan?" He expected Renji to be startled, but the younger man only paused briefly before giving a sad smile.

 

"Like recognises like, huh?" Renji sighed. 

 

"Yeah, I've liked him since the day we met. But he sees me as just his junior. I tried flirting a bit, but he didn't react. That's when I knew I didn't stand a chance. I've made peace with it. I think."

It wasn't surprising. Wan seemed a bit oblivious. Wan didn't realise he was interested even when Third first approached him. With someone like Renji, who was younger and spent a lot of time with him, it wasn't surprising that Wan didn't see his true intentions.

 

"What about you and him?" Renji asked.

 

Third hesitated before choosing the most honest answer. "...Unresolved."

 

He wouldn't accept that their story was over until he heard it directly from Wan, without any external pressure forcing Wan to cut ties with him.

 

"Well, good luck then," Renji said with a smile before walking back to join the others, leaving Third alone with his thoughts. There was one place where Third thought Wan might be. But his packed schedule had left him no time to check. It was as if the agency had deliberately kept him busy to prevent him from searching for Wan. Now that filming was over, he finally had time. He decided he'd go to Ayutthaya the next day.

 

When one was troubled, one often returned home to one's family. He was sure Wan would be there.

 

The next morning, Third left Bangkok at seven to drive to Ayutthaya, filled with hope. Nearly three hours later, he parked in front of a shophouse. The famous boat noodle restaurant he'd visited before was already open, with customers dining inside.

 

"Hello," Third greeted as he entered, giving Wan's parents his polite wai. They were busy preparing noodles. He pulled down his mask to reveal his face. "I'm... a friend of Wan's. Do you remember me?"

 

"Of course! You're the lead actor, right?" Wan's mother said, stepping away from her work to approach him, while her husband smiled warmly.

 

"Yes. I was wondering... is Wan here?" Third asked casually, using his acting skills to his advantage. The couple exchanged glances, looking hesitant, before Wan's father spoke. 

 

"Why are you looking for him

here? He's not here. He's in Bangkok."

 

"...Oh," Third said, momentarily stunned. He'd been so sure Wan would be home. He hadn't expected to come all this way only to find he wasn't there.

 

"He stopped by last week, but went back already. Try calling him. He should be at his condo," Wan's father suggested.

 

"Alright," Third replied with a forced smile, his chest heavy with disappointment. Maybe this was Wan's way of giving him a clear answer. Perhaps he was the only one still clinging to their relationship.

 

"Since you're here, dear, why don't you eat something first?" Wan's mother offered kindly. Third had no choice but to sit down and accept their hospitality. A steaming bowl of pork boat noodles was served, its aroma tantalising. The taste was as excellent as he remembered, but his mouth felt bitter. He wanted to apologise to Wan's parents for not fully appreciating the meal.

 

“I'll be going now," he said

 

"Drive safely," Wan's mother said warmly. Third smiled, bowing respectfully before walking back to his car. He left his hopes behind as he drove back to Bangkok, his optimism fading with every mile. 

 

Time stopped for no one. Whether life brought joy or sorrow, time kept moving forward, leaving all moments of happiness and pain to become mere memories.

 

Dressed in my student uniform, I took a deep breath as I walked along the road to the university's registrar's office. After four gruelling years of studying, I'd finally become a full-fledged graduate. I was on my way to pick up the transcript I'd requested.

 

Four years ago, I'd walked this same road, filled with excitement to begin my university life. Now, four years later, I'd achieved what I'd hoped for. At least, I had something to make my parents and myself proud of, even if I hadn't succeeded in my acting career.

 

When I entered the office, I was surprised to find it almost empty. It turned out I hadn’t noticed the large sign at the building's entrance, which said the registration counter opened at 9 AM. So, I had to wait for the staff to arrive. While waiting, I pulled up my mask to cover my nose and stared absentmindedly at the small garden in front of me, my thoughts drifting back to the events of the past three months.

 

That evening, I had a conversation with P'Wut. In the end, he agreed to my request after weighing the pros and cons and considering my mental state, which he believed wasn't ready to move forward. Initially, I'd thought about leaving the entertainment industry altogether, but P'Wut suggested I take a break and reflect. He said I could take as much time as I needed, and if I truly wanted to terminate my artist contract, we could discuss it later.

 

I thought I might have to pay a penalty for causing delays on set, but P'Wut was incredibly kind and told me I didn't need to take responsibility. Perhaps part of it was that he wanted to make amends for having me removed from the series despite not doing anything wrong. As for the lawsuits regarding the fake news, if my guess was correct and the person spreading the rumours was connected to Third's agency, the matter would likely end in a settlement. After all, P'Wut and P'Pitch had been friends for a long time and had shared business interests. They'd still prioritise their mutual benefits even if there were occasional conflicts.

 

Most of the time, lawsuits involving artists were like this. Agencies would issue statements to deter others from following suit, but they rarely pursued legal action seriously. For all these reasons, P'Wut didn't blame me at all. Instead, he gave me time to rest and reflect before deciding to terminate my artist contract. It was probably his way of maintaining goodwill as a businessman. Additionally, I generated a decent amount of revenue for the agency during my short time there. In the end, it balanced out. My role in the series was given to a well-known actor, which made the fans happy. I was relieved, too. I'd grown attached to the character Sky, and knowing that a talented actor would continue the role made me genuinely happy.

 

Over the past three months, I stayed off social media and barely contacted anyone except my family, P’Cher, P'Jarin, and Jay. I wanted a true break. I did feel guilty toward Renji, though, as I saw the messages he sent me, but I didn't feel ready to face anything related to that series. It made me uncomfortable. At first, I thought I was fine, but in reality, the events had affected me deeply. I'd never been publicly criticised by strangers to that extent before. So, I chose to stay silent and let time heal me.

 

As for Third, I blocked out everything about him, trying not to acknowledge anything at all. Thinking about him only brought me pain. What I didn't expect was that while I was trying so hard to move on, Third refused to give up. He even followed me to Ayutthaya. That was insane!

 

In truth, I was still staying at my condo, but during particularly low moments, I'd go back to my parents' house. It just so happened that when Third came looking for me, I was visiting a high school friend, so we missed each other. Luckily, I'd already told my parents to say I wasn't there if Third came by. But I never thought he'd actually show up! I felt angry at myself for the small part of me that was secretly happy, even though I'd let him down and was trying to move on. Yet, I couldn't help but feel a bit glad that he came looking for me.

After that day, Third's attempts to contact me dwindled. He rarely called or messaged anymore. It seemed like he'd given up. That fact left me feeling down, but I consoled myself that it was for the best. We were never meant to cross paths in the first place. I should be happy to see him moving forward. He was doing incredibly well now. Even though I wasn't on social media, I still saw his advertisements on the train. This month, with the series about to air, his fanbase and acting skills would undoubtedly propel him to superstardom in no time. I was genuinely happy for Third.

 

After picking up my transcript, I hurried back to my condo, not wanting to draw attention. Since it was semester break, View had gone back to our hometown, leaving the place to me. I still needed to stay in Bangkok to take care of a few things. That evening, I had a meeting with the agency. P'Jarin had mentioned earlier that if I truly didn't want to be an artist anymore, P'Wut would still welcome me to work in marketing. I didn't know how to thank them enough.

 

"Oh, by the way, the premiere of Episode 1 is this Saturday," P'Jarin said. That evening, after our discussion and dinner, I officially transitioned from being an artist under contract to a full-time agency employee. P'Jarin teased me, saying, "Are you going? You can get in for free as staff."

 

"Uh... I'd rather not," I replied with a dry laugh. I'd already caused enough trouble for the team and the actors, forcing them to reshoot two scenes in one day. I didn't have the face to show up at the event.

 

Still, I couldn't completely detach myself from the series. On the day of the Episode 1 premiere, I logged into social media for the first time in three months to check out the buzz. BL series often held special screenings for the first and last episodes in theatres, allowing fans to meet the cast and watch the show on the big screen together. It was a win-win for fans and investors, as well as a great promotional opportunity.

 

That Saturday afternoon, I lounged on my sofa, watching the live stream of the cast's press interviews on the series' official page. It felt strange seeing familiar faces. I used to stand beside them, but now, I wasn't there.

 

"Today is the day we've all been waiting for, right, Third? Finally, it's airing. I'm so excited!"

 

My heart clenched automatically when I saw Third and Nine standing in the centre. Nine still had his sweet, heart-melting smile, though I knew by now that it was just an act.

 

"Yes, I hope the audience will enjoy our work," Third replied. Even though he smiled and answered the reporters confidently, I could sense an underlying gloom. I knew him well enough to see that his smile didn't come from genuine happiness.

 

"There are so many fans here to support you two today. How do Third and Nine encourage each other before an event like this?"

 

"We just talk about doing our best and wait for feedback. No matter what, we'll keep supporting each other every day. Even if we don't see each other, we call. He's probably tired of hearing my voice by now," Nine said with a shy smile, in contrast to Third, who maintained a faint smile but had an indifferent look in his eyes.

 

"Oh! You call each other often?"

 

"Almost every day."

 

"It's about work," Third interjected. His smile disappeared, replaced by a serious expression as he delivered a statement that left the interview room silent.

 

"I want to make it clear that I don't want people to see us as an OTP couple. We're actors, just colleagues, and nothing more. Since we've given our all in our roles, I'd like everyone to focus on the work rather than our personal relationships."

 

The reporters were stunned. The fans were stunned. Even I, watching the livestream from home, was so shocked I almost dropped my phone. Having been involved in the BL series world as both a fan and an actor, I knew that the norm was to maintain the ambiguity to keep the fanbase. I'd never heard an actor speak so directly before. He outright declared that there would never be a deeper relationship between them. 

 

Did he realise that saying something like that could cause some fans of the 'ship' to leave? Why did he say it...

 

When Third finished speaking, Nine's smile froze. He seemed to be in shock, as did the other actors, who fell silent or looked visibly uneasy. A reporter eventually asked a different question to move the interview forward, but the atmosphere remained awkward. Even watching from my screen, I felt uncomfortable. For those at the event, it must have been ten times worse.

 

I exited the live stream and sat there, staring blankly for a moment, completely baffled. I could already tell the hashtag for X was moving faster than a flash flood. Fans of the pairing were likely drowning in drama and tears. And, as I'd expected, the couple's fans were all over social media, venting their frustrations.

 

'You could tell from the start he didn't like our Nine. If he hated it that much, why even bother acting together?'

 

'Yeah, just end this already. Let our beautiful boy meet someone better, not someone who's forcing themselves to work with him.'

 

'Saying something like that while standing right next to him? That's so disrespectful. Where's the decency?'

 

The X trend shot to number one, as expected, though not because of the series itself. Meanwhile, fans of Third were firing back just as fiercely.

 

'Our Third has been clear from the start that it's just work. He doesn't go around selling fake chemistry like some people. When he's honest about it being just work, they bash him. These fangirls are never satisfied!

 

'Third's only crime is shattering their fantasy. What does he have to fake it and act all lovey-dovey just to please them? Ridiculous.'

 

This drama dragged on longer than I'd anticipated. After the premiere of the first episode, rumours started circulating. Some fans claimed they had followed Third and Nine to the parking lot after the event and overheard them arguing about the interview that day. The person who leaked the story was attacked for invading the artists' privacy, but the debate over whether the two had actually fought continued to rage.

 

Of course, Nine was probably furious, and I doubted Third's manager was pleased with what he'd said either. I was puzzled myself. I'd stepped back and cut ties with him to ensure his future would be smooth. But look at him now. It was as if he was throwing it in my face, showing me that no matter what, he wouldn't follow the path others had laid out for him. He's really both admirable and infuriating at the same time.

 

I reached for my phone and opened LINE, scrolling to find Third's chat. I hadn't opened it in a long time, but I was starting to feel like I couldn't hold back anymore. I was worried. I wanted to know how he was doing. This drama had blown up so much that even news outlets were covering it. Some fans of the ThirdNine pairing had started supporting them individually, and the fanbase was constantly clashing on X. I figured Third was probably under a lot of pressure from his agency.

 

No, don't do it. A voice in my head warned me as I hovered over his chat. If I messaged him, everything I'd worked so hard for over the past three months would be for nothing. Third shouldn't be tied down by me anymore. This was just a passing storm. If nothing fueled it, people would soon forget about it. But even so, I couldn't stop worrying about him. In the end, I created a new X account, acting as an anonymous fan, and posted a message of encouragement for Third.

 

I know how much effort and dedication Third has put into this. Stay strong. No matter what happens, this fan will always be cheering for you from afar. #ThirdTharit

 

That was all I could do—be a fan who supported him from a distance. He didn't use social media much, so he probably wouldn't see my message. But if he ever did, I wanted him to know that there were still fans like me who understood and supported him.

 

I kept scrolling through the X tag for Third, noticing that he had an event scheduled for the evening. Fans were rallying others to show up and support him before the series aired tomorrow. They wanted him to feel the love amidst all the chaos. Go and show support, huh.

 

I locked my phone screen, debating whether I should go and watch him from afar. But another part of me thought it wasn't a good idea. I can't. I shouldn't go. Supporting him on social media should be enough.

 

My sister once told me I was the most contradictory person in the world. I'd say no, but in the end, I'd always do what I wanted. And the fact that I was now standing at the event area of a famous mall, holding a professional camera, was proof of her words.

 

I wore a mask, a hat, and glasses, covering my face so thoroughly might as well have been a thief amidst a crowd of fangirls. It'd been a long time since I'd felt this atmosphere. The only difference was that I'd switched fandoms.

 

The reason I was here today wasn't much different from when I used to be a fan of Nine: I came to see him because I wanted him to know that someone was still cheering for him, even if he couldn't see me.

 

"Thank you, everyone, for coming to support me today," Third said. Through the lenses of my glasses, I watched him as he spoke to the host on stage, surrounded by the deafening cheers of fans below. Today, Third wore a white suit, looking like a groom straight out of a drama. He didn't need the spotlight; his aura was already dazzling enough. I couldn't help but lift my camera and snap photos, unable to stop myself.

That man was so handsome and untouchable, it felt surreal. It was hard to believe that, for a short period of time, I'd been close to him, almost close enough to start a relationship.

 

It felt like a dream back then. I thought to myself, watching Third the entire time he was on stage. Even when he stepped down to prepare for interviews with reporters, I stayed where I was, letting out a long sigh as I continued to watch him from a distance.

This is the right distance for us:

 

Just as I was about to look away and quietly leave, his sharp eyes, surrounded by reporters, suddenly turned to me. We locked eyes for a split second, and I froze. Then, panicking, I quickly turned and walked away as fast as I could.

 

Oh crap. Shit. SHIT! Did he see me? Or was he just looking around? Usually, with all the people and spotlights, it's hard to see anything clearly. He probably didn't see me. Calm down, Wan!

 

With that thought, my racing heart began to settle. I wandered around the mall, browsing aimlessly, stopping by the supermarket to pick up a few things before heading back to my room. On the way, I got hungry and stopped at a nearby rice soup shop.

 

Buzz, buzz.

I nearly choked on my rice soup when my phone screen lit up, showing an incoming LINE call from Third. He hadn't called me in a while. Why was he calling now?

 

I muted the phone but didn't answer, focusing on finishing my rice soup instead. Letting the call ring out might seem heartless to others, but honestly, it hurt me just as much to ignore him. But Third's persistence was beyond what I'd expected. Even after I finished eating and walked back to my room, he kept calling me nonstop. Did he have nothing better to do?

 

"Wan."

 

"Whoa!!!"

 

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I walked into my building and saw Third's tall figure rise from the sofa. He strode toward me and grabbed my wrist immediately.

 

"Finally, I found you," he said, his deep voice filled with relief, while I stood there, frozen.

"H-how did you get here?" I stammered, glancing at his tall frame. He was still wearing a mask, his makeup from the event untouched. It was clear he came straight here after the event. So, he really saw me there? Oh no. I shouldn't have gone to that event!

 

"Let's talk, alright?" His deep voice carried a clear note of pleading. Seeing his face made my fragile heart melt like wax under a flame. 

 

Back when I'd rejected him, I had to muster every ounce of acting skill I had to keep up the facade of indifference. But now, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes, I couldn't bring myself to be cruel to him any longer.

 

"Fine. Let's talk in the garden," I said softly. I didn't dare invite him up to my room. I was afraid my resolve wouldn't hold, and things might spiral out of control. So, we should talk outside. It was already 9 PM, and usually, no one wandered around the garden except for the security guards.

 

It felt like time had rewound. We were standing in the same spot as the day I cut ties with him. Both of us were silent, and the atmosphere was heavy and awkward. Throughout it all, Third kept holding onto my wrist, as if afraid I'd run away.

 

"You came to see me today, didn't you?" he finally broke the silence.

 

"Yeah," I admitted with a nod. There was no point denying it. My outfit was the same, and I still had my camera bag. Third must've figured out I was still living here, which was why he came to my room.

 

"Then why haven't you been replying to my messages or answering my calls?" he asked, his voice tinged with hurt. The pain in his eyes was so clear it made my chest ache.

 

"I don't want us to stay in touch," I sighed. He already knew why I was doing this, but was too stubborn to accept it.

 

"I told you, I don't care about what other people think," Third said firmly, his grip on my wrist tightening. "I've always kept my work and personal life separate. Just letting you step back from the series was already too much. You're the only one who's had to sacrifice. I-"

 

"Third, stepping back was my idea," I interrupted before he could feel any guiltier. I've been attacked with those dramas twice already. Even if the stories weren't true, they still had an impact. If I'd stayed, people would've kept making up worse rumours. That's why I made this decision. It might seem irresponsible, but stepping back has been a huge relief for me."

 

"You don't have to feel guilty. I've never regretted the decision I made that day. Someone like me isn't cut out to be an artist anyway. And now, I've got a new job. I'm really happy." I touched the back of his hand, and Third's tense body gradually seemed to relax.

 

"I saw the news, the interview you gave to the reporters," began, looking up at the taller man with eyes full of questions. "Why did you say that? You knew what kind of impact it would have, didn't you?"

 

"Yes, I knew," he replied, his sharp eyes staring deeply into mine. "But I don't regret doing it. If fans or viewers are going to like me, they should like me for my on-screen performance or my real self."

 

"But you'll lose opportunities."

 

"Opportunities to sell fake chemistry, mislead people, and disappoint fans in the future? Losing those is a good thing," he said without even pausing to think. 

 

"Honestly, my agency wasn't too happy about it. But P'Wut, the owner of your agency, who invested in this, wasn't too serious about it. I'd already told him from the start that I wouldn't sell fake chemistry. Don't worry, there won't be any problems," Third explained.

 

It was funny how the person caught in the drama was the one comforting me. Yet, I still felt worried, torn between regret and admiration. But it was because Third was so straightforward like this that I fell for him.

 

"So, stop running away from me." The tall figure moved closer and pulled me into a hug.

I wasn't prepared, so I stumbled into his firm chest, my eyes widening as Third rested his face on my shoulder.

 

"I know you mean well, but don't do that again. Don't run away from me. I like you. I really, really like you."

 

I stood still, my eyes stinging with heat. Just when I thought I'd come to terms with everything, having him stand in front of me and confess again made me realise my feelings hadn't changed. No, I missed him. I longed for him even more than before.

 

"Are you... Sure?" I asked, my voice trembling. Working in the entertainment industry meant he'd meet countless people. He could meet someone better than me in every way. Was he really that sure about me?

 

"As sure as I was when I realised I wanted to be an actor."

 

His voice was firm and warm, just like the warmth of our bodies touching. Third stepped back to look at me. Even though he wore a mask covering his face, his eyes revealed everything he felt.

 

"Let's date. Let's be together. I don't want to lose you."

 

In my entire life, aside from my family, I never thought I'd mean so much to anyone. But when Third said those words, I realised just how important I was to him.

 

But….

 

"I like you..." I confessed, lowering my gaze. 

 

"But dating... I don't know. Should we? The two of us..."

 

Even though we felt the same way, I couldn't shake off my worries. If someone found out that Third was dating me, it'd definitely cause a huge scandal. I was afraid I'd be the reason to ruin his future.

 

"We can keep it a secret if you don't want to make it public," Third seemed to read my mind. He pulled me into another hug, gently stroking my head.

 

"This will be between us. I'll only tell people I trust that I have a partner, but I won't say who. As for you, it's up to you. Whether you want to tell others or not, it's fine either way. When we're both ready, we can reveal it. Okay?"

 

That proposal made me feel a bit more at ease. It didn't sound bad. Even if we went out together, as long as we didn't act too close, people would probably just think we were close friends.

 

"Alright..." I nodded. Since that's what he wanted, I shouldn't go against both his and my own feelings, right?

 

We smiled at each other, laughing softly. For the first time in months, my heart swelled with happiness. I hadn't realised until now that during the time I cut ties with Third, I hadn't been happy at all.

 

"Can I stay over tonight?"

 

"What?!" My smile dropped, and my eyes widened. Wait a second, we just started dating five seconds ago, and now he's asking to stay over?!

 

"What are you thinking?" The tall man squinted his eyes when he saw me staring at him in shock, just wanting to crash here tonight. It's late, driving back is dangerous, and I've been working all day. I'm tired."

 

I glanced at my watch. His idea of late is, well, around 9:30 PM. But since my boyfriend said he was tired, I can't exactly kick him out, right?

 

"Fine... but you're sleeping on the couch, okay?" I quickly set the boundary. Because, you know, when two people in love are alone together, there's always a chance something could happen. But I'm not ready yet. I mean, tonight is just too sudden. As for the future... well...But if he wants to kiss me tonight, I think I...

 

"Sure, whatever you say," Third agreed. Even though I couldn't see his face, the way his sharp eyes curved upward told me he was smiling widely under the mask. His large hand reached out to hold mine, intertwining our fingers as we walked back into the building. My heart felt like it could float away as I realised that, from this moment on, there would be another man I could hold dear in my life.

 

I have a boyfriend now. And my boyfriend is a famous, incredibly handsome leading actor!