Body Language (MewGulf AU)

🌞Chapter 32🌻

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They had taken to watching movies lately. Almost everyday they would rent a movie that looked interesting and watch it together.

They enjoyed hunting through the nearby video store, but since they had completely different tastes, they often ended up with two movies.

Gulf enjoyed comedies or something heartwarming. Mew liked action and horror flicks. Mew that Gulf didn't really like scary movies, so that's what he always tried to borrow.

"I'm so used to watching them, I know exactly what's going to happen next and who's going to get killed. But Gulf's reactions make them so new again. It's fun, makes me want to watch them even more. You're so cute with your little screams, and always hiding behind my back. Let's get this one!"

Mew picked up a horror movie. Gulf had seen a TV commercial for it and decided that he really, really did not want to watch it.

"Why don't we get another one?"

"Don't I always agree to the one that you choose?"

That was the end of it. It was an unspoken agreement that they'd each get to choose a movie.

Gulf picked up a fun-looking movie. Something that would really make him laugh. They could watch it after the horror movie to put it out of his mind.

As expected, Mew enthusiastically picked a movie that would scare Gulf.

He would cry out in fear and hide himself behind Mew, too terrified to watch.

Gulf was so bad with blood that when it came to a death scene, he would keep his eyes tightly shut and ask Mew to tell him when it was over. Mew would tell him it was okay to open his eyes, but only at the moment when a murderous ghost was pulling out someone's heart. Gulf would scream loudly and cry that he hated Mew, and Mew would be clutching his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.

"It's so fun."

"So mean. You know I hate gory stuff."

"But you tell me to tell you when it's over. I don't lie to you when I tell you the guy's been killed, right?"

Gulf pouted. There was no way he was going to win this verbal spar with Mew.

"Hey, come here." Mew patted his hands on his knees. "You can't be scared in my arms, can you?"

Gulf stared at Mew for a moment, and then nodded, he sat on Mew's lap. Mew hugged him from behind.

The body warmth he felt against his back certainly did help Gulf relax.

Gulf once again knew he was in trouble.

'What am I going to do? What should I do?'

When Mew told him things like that his heart went to overdrive.

His heart swelled and he thought he would die from happiness.

He knew it was because he loved Mew.

That was the problem.

Gulf studied Mew's face. Mew looked inquisitively at Gulf.

"What is it? Taken aback by such an amazing boyfriend?"

"Shut up, Mew."

Gulf gently slapped Mew's cheek in jest. Mew had hit the mark, but he wasn't going to tell him.

He watched the horrific scenes through the cracks between his fingers.

Even so, Gulf thought that as long as he was being held like this, he didn't mind watching all that gore. He would never have watched it alone though.