Fated to be yours

Chapter 25

From the airport, Mew almost races home. Tamp shoots him confused glances when he keeps telling him to drive faster. It has never happened before so he could understand the man's confusion but he couldn't care less. He is already late than he had expected to reach home because his fucking flight was delayed. And now it's nine in the evening.

P'Fon opens the door for him when he reaches home. She wishes him a happy birthday and informs him that Gulf is in the dining room. And as she is done for the day, she leaves for her house, but not before warning him with "Your husband has been slogging by himself for hours without letting any of us help. You better behave."

Huh? Has Gulf been preparing something for him? Confused at her words but anticipating, he walks towards the dining room, heart thudding frantically against his chest. The whole day he had been counting hours till he was home but now that he is here he is suddenly feeling nervous.

Will Gulf really be happy to see him? Even when he didn't sound angry or upset on phone, Mew can't help but feel anxious. He had hurt him too much, surely Gulf wouldn't be too pleased to see him, right?

Gulf must have heard him arriving because he comes out of the dining room before he is even halfway through the living room.

"Mr. Suppasit, Welcome home!" Gulf exclaims cheerfully as soon as he sees him.

Mew thinks his brain might have lagged a little at that because his legs halt, making him rooted on the spot as he takes in the smile of his boy welcoming him home.

He doesn't remember the last time someone(except for his parents) had been so happy to see him home. Or maybe this is a first?

And his boy looks so fucking pretty, his smile radiant as ever. He is in his simple house clothes, a light blue sweatshirt, and black sweatpants, hair as always fluffy. The only new addition is that he is wearing a black apron that has a cute cat printed on one side, near his heart. And if isn't the cutest sight he has seen?

"Fuck it!" Throwing all the trepidation out of the window, he rushes forward and envelopes the boy in a hug. But regrets instantly when Gulf gasps, going stiff in his arms.

Closing his eyes in dismay, he goes to pull away but then unsure hands come around him slowly before they still on his back. Gulf relaxes in his hold and relieved, Mew burrows himself further into his neck. His boy smelled like spices but his ever-present sandalwood fragrance still overpowered, soothing his overwhelmed heart.

"I know I already said this," he starts, "But I am sorry, so sorry for that day. I behaved like an asshole-"

"Mr. Suppasit!" He hears Gulf chide, at the same time a lightest of the smack lands on his back. It doesn't even hurt, but his boy caresses the spot he had hit. So fucking cute!

"No calling names. And I thought we already settled that matter" Gulf sounds like he is pouting.

"But I want to apologise again. I am sorry. Next time if I raise my voice at you, please punch me in the face right that instant."

"What?" the boy sputters.

"Next time I behave like a jerk, punch me" he repeats.

Silence settles around them for a moment before Gulf giggles, "I am afraid you won't be able to handle that," he says before adding, "I pack quite a strong punch, you see."

Mew can't help but chuckle at his words. "Good. But I don't need to be scared of that because I am never going to raise my voice on you again. Ever" he promises, unconsciously tightening his hold on his boy.

He doesn't want to let go of the hug. Gulf feels too nice against him, warm and soft. So huggable. But he knows they can't stay like that forever like he wants to, especially when his boy starts squirming against him to get out of the hug.