One Fateful Night (ON GOING)

Chapter 15

I’m dedicating this chap to one of the best MG FF writers I found in here, Papipeach who promoted this story earlier today. Like wow, we don't really know  each other but this writer is one of the people I look up here and all. So, I feel so giddy beyond words. :)

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A wave of nausea hits Gulf which wakes him up. He is about to rush to the bathroom when he is stopped when he feels a hand clasping with his. He trails his sight from his hand and he his eyes widens when he realized that he is holding hands with the older. He is about to react but he feels his vomit on his throat, again, so he unclasps their hands, rushes to the bathroom then he pukes his gut out on the toilet.

Mew jolts awake in a panic when he hears the younger’s awful puking sound from the bathroom. Although a little groggy, he hastily grabs a glass of water and dashes to the younger.

“It’s okay, nong. You’re okay…”

Mew keeps whispering as he gently rubs the younger’s back. It has been his routine every morning to attend Gulf’s morning sickness ever since the younger’s transfer in his room. And for the nth time that it has happened, he can never get used to it.

“Ssh…it’s okay.”

What he hates after every puking session is Gulf looking all weak, like the younger is about to succumb to an emotional breakdown. And at all times, it would break Mew’s heart seeing him like that. He always feels useless.

After the both of them settled down, Mew prepared their breakfast while Gulf took a shower. And just like the usual, they both readied themselves for work. Mew once proposed to the younger to just take time off but Gulf immediately declined as what he expected, but Mew can’t still help but worry to the younger.

When Gulf makes his way inside the company, he can feel eyes on him and he knows that this time it’s for entire different reasons. He sighs as he remembers how little time he has left until the whole thing will blow up and by then, these curious stares will be answered.

On the other hand, Mew has just put his things on his desk when he hears a couple of knocks on his door and right after, Gulf barges in with an anxious expression on his face which spikes Mew’s worry in an instant.

“Phi, Ms. Sam told me to talk to you about my working area.”

Mew releases a breath of relief. For a second, he thought that something is seriously wrong.

“Yes, nong, I just informed her that you will be reporting here from now on.”

Gulf’s round bambi eyes look even rounder. “Here? Like in your office?”

“Yes, nong. Why?”

Gulf points himself as if to verify that he heard what he thought he just heard. “I’m an intern though.”

Mew cocks his head on a side as crossing his arms. “And?

“Phiii!” Gulf complains both hands on his hips. “Have you heard of an intern having a desk inside the President’s office?”

“Nong—”

Gulf squeeze his eyes shut as he asks, “Have you t-told her…? That…we…”

Mew sighs seeing the younger’s restless demeanor. “I didn’t. You asked me to keep it for now so I won’t tell anyone about us until you’re ready.”

Running his fingers through his hair, Gulf breathes deep, relief washing in his system with an accent of guilt. “S-Sorry…I just...I…”

Seeing the younger’s behavior Mew quickly closes the distance between them then he proceeds to cup Gulf’s face with both his hands.