Mew was sitting in his car while waiting for Gulf to come down for work. He learned that his old motorcycle had broken down and that was why his boyfriend and him went to work together. Yesterday, the two men went to work separately. It had become his routine to wait for Gulf to head to work and then followed him. Mew could not explain why he was doing so. He saw his brother coming down for breakfast but the jackass simply gave him his middle finger. Saint simply walked away and completely ignored him.About half an hour later, like clockwork Gulf and his boyfriend would come down. Gulf looked much better then a few days before. Gulf was running away from the policeman while the policeman was chasing him. They looked as if they were teasing each other. Mew smiled at them craving that he could be smiling and laughing with them. Gulf got on his old motorcycle while the policeman simply stood as he watched Gulf. Gulf then left the motorcycle shed first while waving at his boyfriend. The policeman smiled and got on his motorcycle. Mew was surprised when the policeman drove his motorcycle towards his car. The policeman then stopped and signalled for Mew to come out. Mew was unsure of what to do. The policeman got down from his motorcycle and waited.
"Mr Suppasit. Should we leave?" His man asked him.
"He's a nobody policeman. He's not even important." Another one added.Mew contemplated his next move. Surprisingly, the policeman did not look hostile but he had an amused look on his face.
"It's okay..."
"Sir!" His man was not happy with his decision.
"I know what to do." Mew informed his men in the car.He opened the car door and slowly got out.
"Are you Mew?" The policeman asked him immediately catching Mew of guard. He slowly nodded to the question.
"I'm Zee Pruk Panich. As you can see I am a policeman." Zee smiled.
"Should I be intimidated by you?" Mew sounded vicious. It was too late to stop himself from sounding and looking like a brute.
"Hey.. Hey... Chill... No wonder my brother was so unhappy by you. Relax man..." Zee calmly murmured and raised his hands in surrender.
"The first time it was not your fault that my brother was heartbroken. The second time was totally your fault." He added.
"What are you talking about?" Mew responded.
"Brother? What brother?" He was confused.
"Are you following my brother?" Zee questioned Mew and smiled.
"Who's your brother?" Mew growled and glared at the policeman.
"You are impatient. You get agitated easily. You have... A temper... ?" Zee murmured as he studied the man in front of him.
"Who IS your brother?" Mew asked impatiently.
"Gulf. Gulf Kanawut." Zee shared.
"What??"
"Gulf... The person you have been following these few days. I know cause I am a policeman." Zee smiled.
"Gulf is your brother?" Mew questioned in disbelief.
"It's alright... You must have felt awful with what you've done until you are willing to follow him these many days in Bangkok traffic... Well.. Even when you're not actually driving." Zee asserted while smiling.Mew stared at Zee for the longest time.
"I know... I ramble sometimes... And I know... I talk too much too..." Zee added.
"You know what I have done to Gulf?"
"Yes and no... Sort of..." Zee replied.
"I was... I was..."
"An asshole?" Zee answered and smiled.Mew did not know to react to this man. He should be punching his face for what he had done to Gulf. Nonetheless, he had a pleasant look on his face and he was actually looking at him in sympathy.
"Talk to him. You know him. You were his friend. He searched and waited for you for so long." Zee explained.
"I don't know if I could do that..."
"My brother is the nicest person I know... I'm just going to leave you at that." Zee added.Zee studied Mew who was dressed impeccably from the top of his head to the tip of his very expensive shiny leather shoes.
"Well... I better get to work." He told Mew.
"Think about what I told you... Looking at you and looking him... You both look miserable."
"15 years ago you were not there... Now you are here... Do something!" Zee said before leaving Mew behind.
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أدب الهواةMew Suppasit owned nearly everything and everyone in Bangkok's underbelly. He was raised by blood and suffering to be where he was. The scars on his body were testament to his brutal life. He forged on just because of HIM. Mew only knew HIM as Gulf...