MewGulf The Series: 12 ep and special

3. Execute or pardon

Mini-dictionary:

Hom (khom) is a Thai kiss. From the outside, it looks like a kind of sniffing, which, in fact, is: the main thing in this kiss is to take a deep breath of air in the immediate vicinity of the skin of another person, as if enjoying the aroma. The skin will feel the light, like a breath of the breeze, the touch of air - this is the beauty of a Thai kiss.

Poom is Gulf's ex-girlfriend.

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Unbeknownst to him, Mew developed a new habit: constantly looking for one specific Nong in the crowd, and having found him, immediately moved closer to him so that it would be convenient for his hands to touch him, hug him, touch his hair. Or just put head on his shoulder while sitting next to Gulf and reviewing the script in a workshop. Or fall on their "bed" in the rehearsal room, where they could hug or lie on top of each other without a twinge of conscience - this was all, of course, to work out the characters, to generate closeness between them, because they had to shoot rather hot and intimate scenes. So there should be maximum contact between them.

Gulf, on the other hand, could not explain to himself the fact why he and his elder had so many skinships - and it was not only a matter of work. He realized for a long time that he liked it, that he was very comfortable with Phi. That he got support in this way like in the last case on the set, so he... just let it happen. Sometimes he even caught himself thinking that he was so fueled by Mew's emotions when he warmed up in his warm embrace or put his head under his gentle hands. It echoed almost immediately with some kind of inner trepidation inside. A feeling that he was loved?

No, of course, Gulf didn't mean some kind of romantic love - it was more about bonding of... friends? He was not sure, they didn't know each other very well yet. Brothers? Also it was not entirely about them, he didn't perceive Mew as, for example, one of his cousins. Soulmates? Hmm... It was difficult for him to define exactly their relationship, but they clearly went beyond the colleagues - and this was just only the beginning. And Gulf for some reason stubbornly continued to make a poker face and pretend that he had nothing to do with it. That it was Mew who needed constant skinship as a super tactile personality, but deep inside he knew for sure that this was not so: Gulf longed for this no less, and sometimes even more than the elder.

The next task from the film crew was... to sleep together. In their opinion, this would certainly help them to grasp the atmosphere that was created between really close people that had reached such a level of unity when you can sleep sweetly and serenely next to another person. It was easy to say but not do: after the next run of the script for the third episode, they almost routinely fell onto the mattress and buried themselves in gadgets. Mew listened to music with headphones as usual, and Gulf scanned the news on social media. And since all this happened after a sufficient hearty dinner, and no one canceled the daily exhausting loads, due to chronic lack of sleep, they almost immediately began to fall asleep.

Gulf didn't remember in what position he fell asleep (and no wonder), but he woke up with the awareness of the fact that someone's chest was regularly heaving under his head, and hot breath warmed the hair on the top of his head. And at the same time, strong hands of Phi embraced him, as if warming and protecting from the world around him, and with his palm he felt the rhythmic knock-knock-knock of someone else's (was it?) heart. Gulf froze in the bliss of his half-awake state, capturing these precious moments in his collection, when he seemed to be completely at the mercy of another person, but at the same time he would never want to get rid of this sweet captivity in which he was so comfortable.

To complete the picture, he lacked a few touches - and he lifted his head to examine Mew's face. Sleeping Phi was a completely new experience for him: his features were softened, they were relaxed, they didn't have the chronic tension that Gulf so often caught. He would have stuck to such a defenseless elder for a while, maybe even with the tip of his finger he would have checked whether these fluffy eyelashes were as soft as it seemed to him. But suddenly he stumbled upon a gaze of dark, very dark eyes, which were also closely studying him. And for a while they froze, just looking into each other's eyes - and there was no need to say anything. There was no awkwardness or embarrassment - just two people who made contact in such a simple and natural way for them, holding each other in their arms.