Mew Suppasit, the most powerful man in Thailand. With a snap of his fingers, you could find yourself dead in a matter of seconds. He is only close to his brother Bright, his grandmother and Chopper. So when he loses Chopper and finds a man hovering...
I hope this is enough for the children. I forgot to ask Gulf how many children there are at the orphanage. What is the use of a Phd brain if I can't even remember such a simple thing? Is it because I am nervous meeting people who know Gulf? But why would I want them to have a good impression of me? I'm not the type who cares about what others think of me...
Mew nervously drove to the orphanage, his heart beating erratically.
I am not even nervous when I had to sign a billion-dollar deal or when dabbling in the nuclear weapons trade war. So why am I nervous going to an orphanage?
Entering the gate, Mew parked his car. With hishead on the wheel, he sighed, trying to calm himself down. After calming hiserratic heart, he looked up and was greeted by a breath-taking building beforehim.
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Stepping out of his car, Mew took in the beautiful architecture, appreciating the playful yet serene vibe it gives off.
"Hello, I am Mariano Di Vaio. I am one of the people who help to take care of the orphanage. And you are?"
Turning his attention to the voice, before Mew stood an austere man. Though polite, Mew could tell that he was wary.
"I am Mew."
"You must be the Mew that Gulf always talks about!" A smile spread across Mariano's face. "Come in! I will bring you to Gulf and he can guide you around."
"Thank you." Hearing that Gulf talks about him made Mew's heart do flip-flops. He probably had a stupid smile on his face but he didn't care.
Opening the trunk of his car, Mew gestured to Mariano. "I brought some gifts for the children. I hope you don't mind."
"Thank you so much. The children would be so excited. There are enough gifts to fill one of the rooms! Let me help you bring it in."
"I guess it is a lot." Mew grinned sheepishly.
The two men took the gifts and walked into the orphanage, the scent of honeysuckle and vanilla capturing Mew's senses.
Placing the gifts in a room, Mariano brought Mew to the kitchen.
"Gulf is preparing lunch for the children and staff. Careful not to disturb him though. The kitchen is his domain and he goes crazy if anyone touches anything without his permission." Mariano laughed, pushing the door open.
Gulf has a stroke of flour on his cheek, his dark brown hair swept to his right. With his body bent over the counter, he exchanged his focus between the recipe and the addition of the ingredients into the pot.
Mew gulped, feeling hot all of a sudden. Gulf had his sleeves rolled up, the top three buttons left unbuttoned, a black apron wrapped around his waist. His tan skin shone from the faint sheen of sweat as a result of the heat from the pot.
Fuck he is hot.
"Gulf! Look who is here!" Mariano shouted.
Looking up, Gulf noticed Mew. A smile broke across Gulf's face, taking Mew's breath away.
There was something about the way he smiled; the way butterflies seemed to escape from the pit of Mew's stomach and the way the sun had somehow toppled down from the sky and made a home right there in his heart.
Wiping his hands hastily, Gulf ran up to Mew and enveloped him in a hug. Peering up at Mew with his warm brown eyes, Gulf welcomed Mew excitedly.
"Hi Mew! I am so happy you are here! The children would be so happy! I made a lot of food so you can have some if you want."
"I am happy to be here too." Mew smiled tenderly at Gulf, not escaping Mariano's eyes.
Mariano smirked. With a teasing smile, he said, "I am going to go off and check the kids. Don't do anything that is inappropriate, we are still at the orphanage."
Mew and Gulf hastily broke away their hug, both blushing to the tip of their ears.
"Mario!" Gulf whined, going back to the pot while he sulked.
"Mario?" Mew looked at Mariano, confused.
"That is the nickname he gave me. He gives everyone stupid nicknames haha," Mariano chuckled, shaking his head.
"Take care of him for me alright? He is the baby amongst us." Mariano whispered, patting Mew's shoulders before leaving.
"What are you cooking?" Mew massaged Gulf's shoulders to release the tension.
Gulf flinched at Mew's touch but soon relaxed. "Penne pasta. There is meat, tomatoes, parmesan cheese and some other ingredients."
"Oh so that is why you have flour on your cheek." Mew laughed.
"Flour?" Gulf rubbed his cheek with the back of his palm. Looking like a kitten.
"Sooo much. You look like Casper." Mew grinned.
Gulf threw a bunch of basil leaves at Mew, some landing amongst Mew's hair.
"Now you look like Poison Ivy." Gulf smirked.
"Really." Mew deadpanned. "Do I look like I have any assets?"
Gulf doubled over in laughter before hurriedly checking the pasta.
Stirring the pot of pasta, he smiled innocently.
"Really no assets? Is it because it is tinier than a single piece of pasta?"
Mew smiled back.
Two can play at that game.
"Curious? Are you sad you didn't get a preview during our call?"
"I bet it isn't even worth mentioning." Gulf bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from laughing.
Placing his hands on the kitchen counter on Gulf's left and right, he trapped Gulf.
Leaning forward, Mew pressed himself against Gulf.
"Hmm...Is it still?"
Gulf was startled at first. Composing himself, he tried to steady his voice.
"How would I know?"
"I guess so. Well I am too hungry to care. It smells so good~"
Mew drawled, his husky voice sending shivers down Gulf's spine.
Mew simpered at Gulf's reaction.
Better not scare him off.
"Is it because there is oregano?"
"Yes. There is also mozzarella cheese and-" Gulf turned around, his nose bumping Mew's cheek.
Gulf immediately turned his focus back to the pot. "And garlic."
"No wonder it smells so good." Mew nodded. Mew wrapped his arms around Gulf's waist, nuzzling the crook of his neck.
"Gulf, is lunch ready?" Mariano said over the speakers.
Mew broke out of his daze, reluctantly unwrapping his arms from Gulf's waist.
Gulf pressed the button of the intercom, replying back to Mariano that he just finished cooking.
"Come on, let's set up for lunch. Before the little monsters start stampeding." Gulf laughed.
Holding Mew's hand, Gulf pulled a beaming Mew to the cupboard to take the cutlery and bowls.
His back is turned towards Mew so that Mew doesn't see his blush.
