Original Sin (MewGulf AU)

🌞Chapter 33🌻

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Waking up later than he usually did, Mew expected to find his lover Gulf sleeping beside him, but he was gone. A suspicious look crossed his face.

"Gulf!" He called out as he sat up, but there was no response.

His spacious bedroom was perfectly clean. Mew's aesthetic sense had designed every room in his apartment to be pleasant.

"Gulf?" He called again. Since there was still no answer, Gulf probably wasn't in the bathroom just next to the bedroom.

Mew had been a little sadistic in tormenting the night before. Had Gulf gotten mad and gone home? Normally Gulf was a mature, patient person, but sometimes he could be quite decisive. He was decisive enough to end their entire relationship after only a minor quarrel. Mew was comfortable with his lover's unwavering resolve, but Gulf had probably never noticed it since he still didn't know himself very well.

Maybe that was why Gulf was so special to Mew. In his thirty-odd years of life, Mew had never met anyone who threw his heart into such chaos. Mew knew that Gulf was changing him, bit by bit. He wouldn't bemoan that transformation, though. Instead he accepted the change and influence.

Mew climbed out of bed and walked into the master bedroom. As he'd suspected, Gulf was not there. Mew washed his face and got dressed, and then went downstairs, concealing the sound of his footsteps. He heard noises in the kitchen and peeked inside. Mew had given the maid the day off before Gulf had come to stay the night, so he knew it wasn't her.

Naturally, it was Gulf. Mew was inexplicably relieved by that. He wasn't sure if he should announce his presence or not. Mew was feeling playful, and just for fun, he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Gulf. He could have hidden, but he didn't want to bother. He decided he would watch his lover for a while, unobserved.

Gulf managed to start the coffee maker, but then wasn't sure what to do next. He peered into the fridge, counted the eggs, picked up the lettuce, and stared. The energy alert on the fridge had been beeping for several seconds, but Gulf didn't seem to notice it. He was gazing into the refrigerator with a baffled look on his face, deep in thought. When he finally noticed Mew's eyes on him, he jumped.

"Sir Mew!"

The embarrassmet on Gulf's face made Mew wonder if he'd been wrong to hide. Despite these doubts, Mew assumed a nonchalant attitude and curved his lips into a slight smile.

"Good morning, Gulf."

"Good morning," Gulf said, his voice sounding somehow tense.

Gulf was still dress in his pajamas, looking at Mew in embarrassment while he smiled. Mew drew up to him, wrapping his arms around Gulf's body and planting a kiss on his forehead.

"Were you cataloguing the contents of my refrigerator?"

"Of course not."

Gulf sounded like he was avoiding talking about something. Mew turned a suspicious gaze on him. Was Gulf thinking about someone else? Mew could only think of one person who Gulf wouldn't want to talk about in front of him.

Mew had never felt jealous before. He found the new thought process unpleasant. Obviously he wasn't upset at Gulf, rather, he was upset at himself for imagining something so ridiculous. Though he could count on one hand the number of times Gulf had woken up before him, even he thought it was a pathetic reason to doubt Gulf's faithfulness. He just wanted to know what Gulf had been mulling over as he gazed into the refrigerator. He couldn't stop these feelings bubbling up inside him; jealousy, and something else that belonged to an entirely different sphere.