"Hi, My name is..."
For Mew, it was that one particular sentence, uttered by the boy in a softest and most tender voice his ears had ever heard of, that made his, what his friends calls 'ice-soaked heart' flutter in a fast pace.
The boy who owns a jet-black wavy hair, fluffy bread cheeks, sharp pointed nose, small and adorable ears, red and plump chestnut lips, sun-tanned skin complexion and golden-brown colored doe eyes that speaks of thousand words and promises the way and every time it lands on Mew.
Being requested as one of the panel to judge and choose incoming new members of their chorale was a hassle for Mew. He doesn't understand why it has to be him and not one of their club's officer. Although he was given a title as the face/visual/ambassador/mascot (or whatever you may call that) of their club, he knows his presence wasn't that relevant in the group as they thought he was. But as soft-hearted as he is, he just nodded in acceptance.
As the audition progressed, they stopped for a 10-minute break. Hit by a sudden boredom while waiting for the break to be over, Mew helped himself by having fun talking to his co-member about a certain campus issue posted at their Facebook page.
Thinking they have had enough of that negative issue, they proceeded to talk about funny things, earning a fit of laugh from Mew and the people inside that spacious room, their laughter bounces between the four corners.
Their chorale adviser announced the resuming of the audition, making most of the people go back to their designated post. The door then slid open, but Mew's attention wasn't there but on his co-member who was laughing with him at some joke Mew dropped.
"Could you please tell us about yourself?"
Mew heard their adviser, Professor Loren asked the student. As Mew was turned on his back to reach for his water bottle, he didn't got a chance to see the person in front of 'em.
When he was able to got a hold of the bottle, as he was about to twist his body back, he then heard that student speak. When he turned around, he felt like the spacious room just narrowed down greatly and the man standing in front of him was all Mew could ever see.
"Hi, My name is Gulf from the College of Business, Arts and Sciences, taking up Bachelor of Science in General Psychology. I'm in my first year, and it's nice to meet you all."
Mew could've sworn that he thought an angel just talked. The way those words were said softly and hit his ears feels like a mother's lullaby. It could put you to sleep.
And don't get him started with the boy's face. It was the first time Mew thought a man can be pretty-no, beautiful. He was an epitome of ethereal beauty. And Mew was drowned with no chance of salvation.
And his doe eyes that did a thousand things to Mew. They were like stars that sparkle even in a broad daylight. When that pair of eyes lingered on Mew, he felt that chills creeping through his bones, heating him up.
And that fucking smile. He may be exaggerating but Mew was thinking that that smile lights up this dimly lit room. And it was like a bullet, shot straight through his heart and penetrated deep, even when he's in a bulletproof vest-now he really doesn't make sense anymore.
Mew knew that he was straight ogling at that fine specimen in front of him, but the boy, oblivious to his surrounding, just nodded timidly looking anywhere but to Mew and smiles at whatever the professor was saying, Mew wasn't aware anymore of what it was because his attention was focused solely at the beauty.
When he met those pair of mesmerizing eyes again, his system was once again in chaos. He was very thankful that he trained himself to appear calm and collected in every unlikely situation he encounters even when his insides was in a great turmoil.
