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Chapter 8

It's dinner time already, Mew was cooking a simple dish for both Gulf and him. Thursday had always been his favorite day since the new semester began because he got to spend the time with Gulf all day and night, doing anything stupid and had a blast all day.

But today was different, because he had taken the other guy on a date he went to with his boyfriend, showing him places that might give Gulf ideas for taking the girl tomorrow.

Mew didn't even dare to bring up a topic about this girl. He didn't want to hear anything about her and how she looked like, because let's just be honest, Mew would never be a girl. So he kept dodging it when Gulf asked what he had to do tomorrow other than taking her to the places Mew took him to.

Mew would constantly tell him that whatever he did, the girl had probably liked him more than she should, so Gulf no needed to worry.

Gulf seemed to get that Mew wasn't fond of talking about her since he had dropped the topic off.

Now Mew was doing his daily routine: taking care of Gulf in which involved cooking as well. Gulf was sprawling on the bed by his stomach, waiting for the dinner while playing rounds of game. His feet were swaying back and front like a kid. A little thing like this made Mew's heart content and happy.

How he supposed to move on when all Gulf did was nothing but making him fell harder each day. Having a boyfriend didn't seem to help either. He felt like a dick for accepting Tar's confession that night. Mew was desprate to forget because he knew his feelings would ruin the friendship he had with Gulf.

"What are you cooking? Smells good." The person he had been thinking of was standing by his side, startling the shit out of him.

Gulf chuckled when he realized what he had done to the other guy. Mew had placed his palm on his chest, as if it would stop his heart from leaping, "Sorry." Gulf mumbled. "So what are you cooking?" He repeated himself.

Mew stirred the dish and answered, "It's curry."

"For real? Make it super hot and spicy!" Gulf's eyes were gleaming. He loved his dish hot and spicy.

"I'm afraid your stomach would be acting up later. You have an important plan tomorrow." Mew reminded him. Well, it would be a lie if he said he didn't want Gulf to cancel out his date because of stomachache.

Mew didn't know anymore if he was stirring his own jealousy or the curry right now. All he knew that he was hoping Gulf would end up not going at all. Sometimes his mind worked evily like that.

"Yeah? I'm not going then, if that happens, I will make you nurse me all day." Gulf joked with his toothy grin, showing his beautiful white teeth.

Mew chewed his lips. He couldn't help but saying Amen to that inside his head.

Gulf helped Mew to make the table for them two. It felt like a dinner date to Mew, having a candle lit up on the center of the table would be romantic but he hurriedly shoved down that idea. He needed to stop dreaming.

They started eating in silence, only the sound of their forks and spoons hitting the plates echoed in the room. "Have you gotten a chance to cook for Tar?" Gulf suddenly got curious of how Mew's relationship unfolded.

"No, we barely know each other. Maybe I should suggest an overnight vacation to him next time." Mew uttered truthfully. He had to work harder to make their relationship happened anyway, since he felt guilty for not liking Tar enough.

"Hmm." Gulf hummed as he chewed slowly, then he added, "How about you bring him to the beach at the south? I pretty much enjoyed our vacation last year there." He formed a smile as he remembered how great it was when Mew took him out to the beach, just the two of them.