MewGulf oneshots

You reap what you sow

"uhh. Hello?" Gulf started his speech. The crowd in the back went wild and his fans were screaming as he had just won his first solo award. The cold glass in his shaky hands was the evidence of that and he smiled.

"First of all, I need to thank Kazz awards and Kazz magazine for making this award and thank you, sponsors. I promise I will work hard to make the best quality works for phi phi fans! Thank you!"

He smiled and waii ed to the crowd before he walked backstage and let out a sigh of relief.

He had not messed this up...

"this way please."

Someone from the staff gently guided him to take the interview and photos of the just won award. He was in his own bubble and still reeling with adrenaline when a blue flash passed him by, was that?

What was he doing behind the stage? Gulf felt a weird feeling and his chest tighten. He tried to shake it off as he walked the opposite direction and tried to focus back on the interview he had to give.

He knew Mew was backstage too and he had an inkling of where that flash might be heading.

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"Hi"

Mew turned around after he changed his clothes and was now busy buttoning the last button on his sleeves, his smile faltered when he came face to face with him.

"you really have been doing well I see." Art chuckled and stepped closer in and was on his way to help Mew with the button but Mew flinched back.

"I can do that myself." Mew said, no emotion in his voice and his lips thinned. Art was a bit surprised at how distant he was suddenly but he also wasn't surprised.

"so... How are you really?" he tried this time. Mew irked up his eyebrow and ignored his question while he was still fumbling with the buttons of his sleeve.

"oh, please let me just do that for you." Art reached out again but his wrist was suddenly grasped in a pair of fingers and pushed back. He stumbled a bit at the force that had been used and was about to make a scene at the one who had just done this, but when looking up was met with a pair of annoyed eyes of Gulf.

"don't even try..." came the sharp words out of Gulf's mouth and he stared Art down.

"oh! Hi Gulf! How are you!" Art nervously laughed. He stood back up in a confident stance but a visible insecurity washed over him, making Gulf smirk who noticed it.

Gulf had rushed back when his interview and shoot was finished when he couldn't shake the feeling off and he had been right. He had just seen Art reach out and a pang of anger reigned through him before he has reached out on a whim

He now stood face to face with the one person that had made his Mew's life so hard before he had met him.

Gulf had wished he had been there before this even had all happened and regretting not meeting Mew sooner. The reason why Mew had been so closed off to his feeling and the time it took before he could even accept them, was all that man's fault.

"better than you, it seems." Gulf bit back and he protectively stood in front of Mew. He smirked when he saw the slight scrunch of Art's eyebrows and knew he had hit him right where it hurts.

"Tua Eng..." Mew pulled him back against his chest and slipped his hands around his waist and shook his head at Gulf. "don't lower yourself to his level, it's not worth it." he whispered and Gulf protectively curled his fingers around Mew's hand on his hip.

This seemed to have hit a spot by Art and he started chuckling and shaking his head.

"what you really think this is all real?" Art laughed and he puffed out his chest. "Mew, you think he will stay with you this time?"