Part 2

"Pond, take your hands off him right now," Perth growled angrily.

Pond immediately stopped and stepped back a little. It wasn't fear just respect.

"Tata," Perth called me, and I ran into his arms.

"We were just joking," Pond muttered.

Perth kissed me without caring that Pond was standing right there.

"He's hurt. You should help him, not bully him," Perth scolded.

"I wasn't bullying him. I just wanted to see his tattoo," Pond said, winking at me.

"How the fuck do you know he has a tattoo?" Perth snapped.

"Perth!" I elbowed him.

"So, he does have a tattoo," Pond said, satisfied.

"Oh, fuck off," Perth muttered, running a hand through his hair. He'd confirmed what I hadn't.

"Is it a tattoo for Perth?" Pond teased. I rolled my eyes.

"How could he have seen it?" Perth demanded.

"I went to the toilet you know how clumsy I am with this plastered hand. My T-shirt got caught in my waistband, and when I fixed it, he saw a glimpse of it," I admitted.

"You don't want to show it to me," Pond guessed.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I wasn't planning to reveal it, especially to fans. It's intimate for me. For us," I said firmly.

"I wouldn't tell anyone. You both know my secrets with Phuwin too," he said.