Blind Trust (MewGulf)

Chapter 33: You're his legend

POV Gulf

Gulf felt like millions and millions of butterflies were flying around in his stomach.

Well… maybe a whole zoo.

The amazing day had finally come. Mew was graduating from his master. All the hours he had seen his boyfriend in front of his laptop, reading and reading articles and papers, staying awake all night while Gulf slept by his side… all that effort had paid off. Mew had worked so hard to accomplish this, to the point of actually getting sick because of the tiredness.

- I’m okay, Gulf – a sleepy Mew had said to him from the bed, where he was laying down – I just need to take a break, that’s all. I need to finish the paper.

- That’s not gonna happen, P’Mew. I found you asleep in the kitchen!!! – Gulf had been out all morning because he had had classes, then he had gone to the grocery store and had come back to Mew’s condo, only to find him asleep in the kitchen table, papers everywhere – You are going to sleep now, and that’s final!

- Ugh… You’re worse than my mom – Mew had muttered.

- What did you just say?

- Nothing, I’m asleep – Mew had said while letting out the fakest snore ever.

- Thought so.

Gulf couldn’t help but feel proud of Mew. He knew how much this meant to his boyfriend and to his family. Mew was fulfilling his grandma’s wishes and that was everything to Mew.

Gulf hadn’t lost the chance to let Mew how proud and happy he was for him. Mew had looked at him with a soft stare and hugged him really tight.

“You’re one of the reasons why this is possible. Thank you so much, Yai Nong”

Yai Nong. The name had come as a joke one day at work. It had made him feel loved, taken care of, light and soft beside Mew.

They were filming the MV for “Hold me Tight”, which was going to be one of the OST for TharnType the Series. Mew was given the task of singing the song acoustically, as Tharn sang it on the series to Type. Mew had been worried for some time about it, thinking that maybe, he wasn’t as good as a singer to actually do it.

- What if I do it wrongly? – Mew had asked him.

- I know you won’t, I’ve heard you sing before P’Mew, your voice is amazing.

- And if I sing out of pitch? Everyone will laugh at me.

Gulf had known how much this meant to him. It was Mew’s dream to become a singer. He had always loved music, and being able to express himself through lyrics. If he didn’t do the song right, he would probably feel like he wasn’t up to pursue singing as a career.

Gulf had taken his face in his hand and pecked his lips quickly.

- Everything will be okay, Phi. I know it will because I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Look at me while you’re singing. Don’t look anywhere else, it’s just me listening to you in your condo.

Gulf had heard his boyfriend sing that day. And every single word had been like a warming balm to his heart. His eyes didn’t move from Gulf the whole time he was recording, like wanting to make sure Gulf knew the song was meant for him… not for Type.

“I want you to be my last,

The person who shares every single breath with”

Gulf knew Mew had really meant it… everything he sang that day was meant to him.