Target

Chapter 3

A/N:
My office implemented the WFH policy as of today.

The workload is even crazier, but at least I'm safe at my home.

Stay safe and be healthy, everyone!

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Gulf fluttered his eyes slowly as he woke up. He then rubbed them and stretched his arms. He fell asleep feeling sore all over his body with a slight fever. Luckily he had Mew who was fast enough to check on him and brought him food as well as a medicine to take.

Gulf would be in the worse state if Mew didn't give him a sudden visit last night. And he ended up telling his friend to stay the night.

Right, Mew was crashing his place since last night. Gulf turned his head to his side when the idea came to his mind. His best friend was sleeping peacefully next to him, hugging a pillow, making his face was half-covered by it.

The tanned guy watched the other guy sleeping for quite a while before he peeled off himself out of the duvet. The sun had already risen, Gulf took a towel and hung it by his shoulder as he went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Normally Mew would be the one who woke him up whenever they were having sleepover, but when the rare chance occured—Gulf as the first one to wake up—he would gladly let the pale guy sleep some more.

However, when he stepped out of the bathroom with his wet hair and a towel that wrapped his lower body part, Mew was already sitting on the bed, having a scowl on his face.

Gulf was busy drying his hair with another towel when he found Mew was looking, no, glaring at him with those sharp eyes. "...What..?" He asked the other guy as he pulled the t-shirt at the top in his wardrobe.

Mew sighed before he answered, "Where are you going?" He sounded pissed.

That made the tanned guy frowned hearing a weird question coming from his friend, "What do you mean 'where'? I'm going to class. You better hurry up and take a shower." He chuckled as he threw a clothes to the pale guy, "Give it back in after you wash it later." He gave away his cheeky grin.

But Mew didn't reply to his happy face with another happy face, instead, he was glowering at Gulf. The frown was even deeper than the frown he gave as he asked the question towards Gulf earlier.

That made Gulf's cheeky smile faded away and was replaced with his straight face. He looked innocently at Mew with his bambi eyes, until Mew gave up and approached him as he clucked his tongue. "You're sick."

"My fever has gone down–," The sneeze made Gulf unable to continue his sentence. His explanation was not going to explain that he was okay. Mew wouldn't buy it.

"See? You're still sick. So, stay at home." Mew sternly said.

He then pushed his fingers between Gulf's wet hair, "You don't even care to dry your hair first, huh?" He uttered as he sighed. "You haven't bought the hairdryer, yet?"

Gulf shook his head. He remembered Mew had been complaining about how Gulf didn't have a hairdryer in his room and told him to buy one. But it was not as important as buying new video games, so Gulf ended up forgetting to buy the hairdryer.

The pale guy before him then told him to wear some clothes and joined him at the bed. Mew was waiting for Gulf by sitting at the bedside. When the tanned guy had done changing with comfortable clothes instead of t-shirt and jeans, he walked to where Mew was sitting and sat beside him.

Mew then grabbed the towel Gulf was using to dry his hair and made himself drying the tanned guy next to him. He ruffled Gulf's hair with the towel softly that rendered Gulf's lids heavier.