I Want You To Be My Last

Interlude 1

A/N: I'll be posting interludes first, before the next part. This is Part 16, told through M's POV. Enjoy :D

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The decision wasn't entirely unexpected, not at all, considering the fact that while he was 'generously' providing Gulf with all those helpful tips and links he'd carefully gathered after their 'unplanned' meeting during the Boyfriends Project press conference days before, he was eyeing his work schedule for the day at the same time.

To be fair, he wouldn't even consider going through it just to prove a point - he'd been patient enough to wait this long; adding three more days to that surely wouldn't kill him - but talking to Gulf all day and reading all those witty messages certainly didn't help. He'd gone from laughing to giggling quietly in the span of a few minutes, wondering where the younger man was getting all this surprising bravery from, while simultaneously wishing he could ditch the job he was scheduled to finish for the day so he could go and see Gulf.

The last straw had been Gulf's last message after he'd obviously turned his phone off, and Mew wouldn't be himself if he didn't rise up to the challenge. So, he did. He just had to make sure Gulf was where he'd hoped he would be when he messaged him, leaving the necessary arrangements to his manager as he waited patiently for him in the car.

He'd asked that they order three different menus from two restaurants - the greasy pork meal Gulf said he liked, and two more to balance it - ignoring his manager's surprise when he instructed him to place the order and to tell them they would be picking it up on the way.

They were near when Gulf finally replied, and it was just as he'd hoped.

Home now. Sorry I turned my phone off before the event and I forgot to turn it back on when we were getting back. I fell asleep in the car right away. Sorry.

He glanced at the bags filled with takeout food sitting on the passenger's side seat and typed his reply.

No worries. Have you had dinner?

Not yet. I thought I could just order in later, if I get hungry. I really just want to laze around for now.

That answer made him pause for some reason, remembering how busy Gulf's day was and worrying he might have made the wrong decision, coming here unannounced. Gulf might not appreciate the surprise, but a part of him was certain it would be the other way around.

Plus, he brought dinner. That ought to earn him some browny points for his efforts, right?

Exhausted, huh?

Hmm, not really. I just don't really feel like moving around once I get comfortable. I'll get up to take a shower later, but for now, just let me stay here. This spot is the best.

Mew tried to imagine Gulf right now, leaning comfortably back on the couch, exhaustion evident on his pretty face. He'd made it until the moment he was picturing Gulf watching the videos he had sent him earlier now that he was home and therefore could focus on watching without worrying he'd get caught, realizing his brain had somehow ended up in a gutter by the time he was imagining Gulf biting his lips and trying his very best not to make any noise but failing.

He breathed through his facemask and willed his fingers not to shake as he typed.

Are you lying down?, he asked, realizing how stupid the question was after he'd sent it.

Lucky for him, Gulf's brain was obviously swimming in the gutter too.

Yes. Are you going to ask me what I'm wearing next?

He sent a laughing emoji first, before following it with, No, I want to find that out for myself.

Fuck. Way to go, Mew.