Stockholm Syndrome (MewGulf AU)

Chapter 14

What should I do? What should I do? Think Gulf, think! Gulf screamed in his head, still clenching the piece of button in his hand as he sat at the edge of the bed in Mew's bedroom. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that the culprit was Bright because he knew how close Bright is with Mew so what was his motive for doing all this? If he was trying to silence Tong about what happened that night when Type was killed, then was he the one who killed Type? A lot of questions ran through his head as he pondered over whether he should just tell Mew about this but he didn't have enough evidence and he didn't know how much Mew trust him enough to believe just a small piece of evidence in his hand. And what if it wasn't Bright? What if it was all just a big coincidence and worse what if it was someone else in this house? Bright couldn't be that stupid to be wearing the same shirt that he wore that night.

Gulf raked his fingers through his hair, pulling at it. He was frustrated and confused.

If he's going to tell Mew about this, he would have to tell Mew where he'd had gotten the piece of button from and then Mew would know that he'd sneaked out to see Tong at his own house in the middle of the night while Mew was gone. He was surely going to be a dead meat and God knows what kind of punishment Mew would give to him.

"No, no I can't let Mew know about that," Gulf said, pacing the room like a madman.

But then again, what choice did he have? He couldn't trust anyone in that mansion other than Mew, it could just be any of them that came at Tong that night and he needs to tell Mew that Tong might just be as good as dead.

"Argh, fuck it! I'm gonna tell him no matter what," Gulf decided after a few moment of thinking it through. He had to find out if it was really Bright and he couldn't do it alone. Whoever this person was, he could really be a threat to Mew. If he dared to go to the extent of killing someone just to keep his secret safe, who knows what else he was capable of.

.............

A few days later, Mew arranged another meeting with his members for updates and any info on their next big project.

"So any news about Tong?" Mew asked his team, Bright and Zee, as he sat relaxed in his leather chair behind the desk in their meeting room.

"Nothing unusual these past few days and also haven't seen him since I last checked on him 3 days ago," Zee replied, being the one who had been assigned to keep an eye on Tong. He poured himself some fine wine from one of Mew's expensive collection and sat in one of the leather sofa.

"Running away again I suppose," Bright added, leaning against the bookshelves.

"No, looks to me like he's gone missing," Zee retorted and both Bright and Mew turned their heads toward him at the same time. Without looking at the both of them, Zee continued. "I went to the restaurant he works at and overheard one of his colleague saying that he hasn't been coming to work these past few days. Didn't answer their calls, not replying messages, nothing."

"Did you check his house?" Bright asked.

"Yes and nobody's there. There's no traces of struggling inside, everything looks fine and his clothes are still in his closet. Didn't look to me like he ran off."

"That's weird," Bright muttered to himself.

Mew sighed. "Well, as long as he's out of our faces then there's nothing to worry about. Don't really care what happened to him anyway." Mew looked down at his folded hands on the table in front of him, not fully meaning what he uttered. Deep inside, there's still a bit of him that worries and wanted to know what happened but his ego won him over.

Bright saw Mew's expression and was about to say something when a knock came at the door.

"Yes, come in," Mew responded, firmly.