The Contract Marriage (COMPLETED)

Chapter 7

The next day, Gulf found himself within Mew's embrace. He could feel the larger man's expired breath against his nape, the warm exhalation slightly tickled as it struck his skin, making his body stiffen while a rosy tint stained his ears.

Too close......

This kind of distance was too scary—too dangerous. .

Still rigid, Gulf waited for about a minute to make sure Mew had not yet awakened. Carefully, he took the encircling arm from his waist, then stealthily snuck off the bed.

Next, for a while, he closely observed the man who still laid resting on the bed. Certain that said man had not been roused by his movements, a relieved sigh left his lips before he exited the bedroom to wash up. Absent-minded, he closed the door behind him and thus that man laying on the bed, opened his eyes.

Mew propped himself up, leaning against the headboard as he sat on the bed, waiting for Gulf to finish washing his face then return. He was curious as to what sort of reaction the smaller man would have after last night's incident, whether it would be the same dead-fish-face the boy wore the day before and if so, then......

He would just try coaxing him.

Kids are just so difficult to please.

Scoffing, then raking his fingers through his hair, Mew reached for his phone beside him, opening up a webpage to browse through the news.

For about five minutes he sat there, waiting, yet Gulf still had not returned. No longer interested in reading the news, he got off the bed in search of the younger man.

However in that house, apart from him, there was no sign of the other person at all. There were drops of water sprinkled on top of the sink, proving Gulf had indeed just used it, but it seemed like he had already left.

Could he have worn his pajamas to class? Or...... He thought at once. It looked as if he suddenly recalled something so he headed towards the guest room. Just as he had expected, he saw Gulf's small suitcase sitting in there on the floor.

Since it was, that on the very day the small suitcase's owner moved in, Mew had also left for his business trip only to return just the day before yesterday. He simply did not take heed of where the boy's thing's were placed, or if the youth had spent those past two weeks sleeping in the guest bedroom.

Contemplating the matter made his face darken. It was his belief he and that boy were together, therefore the master bedroom rightly belonged to both of them. He just assumed the younger man would return to their room to change his clothes, and had never considered such an idea was all simply his own wishful thinking. During those two weeks, Gulf had kept his stuff just as they were when he first arrived, neatly packed within his suitcase, as if at any moment he was ready to leave.

With his gaze fixed on the grey suitcase beside his feet, Mew's lips pursed together just a little, with the look on his face not faring any better.

"Ah-choo——"

At that exact moment, riding on a bus, Gulf sneezed, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms as he felt his back burst out in a chill.

Could it be Mew?

......This feels like a bad omen. Gulf quietly thought. .

When he returned to the apartment later that day, contrary to his expectations, Mew had said nothing. The man had even gone to bed earlier than him.

From then on, the interactions between the two maintained such a state of unease. At daytime it was tolerable, as one man went to work, while the other went to class, greatly reducing their chances of meeting one another. The crux of the matter therefore, was at nighttime.