The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 20 💖

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"How could you not want to kill the son of the man that killed your father?" Mr. Suppasit scoffed.

Mew froze. Gulf froze. Perth made a squeaking sound, and Saint took a step towards Gulf.

"What?" Mew asked, his face pale.

"When we left Thailand, it was because your father had just shot Ankit Kanawut," Mae told Mew.

"Why did he shoot Gulf's father?" Mew asked.

"It was a territorial dispute..."

"I would have remembered that" Gulf insisted.

"I don't remember, but I know that I lived here since I was at least three..."

"No, you were in States until you were seven," Mae said. "You lived with your grandparents until you were seven..."

Gulf thought they were just foster parents. They spoke English. He lived with them for three years...

"Mew?" Gulf asked, reaching out to the only man who had ever come back for him.

"Where have you been since then?" Mae asked him. 

"My husband has been looking for you..."

"Mew?" Gulf repeated, hoping that he wasn't about to cry in front of these people.

"I know you are only here to destroy Mew..." Mr. Suppasit started to say.

"No, he loves me," Mew stated, his low voice sure and firm.

"Has he told you that?" Alexander asked in a soft voice, already knowing the answer, seeing it written in the horror on Gulf's face.

"You love me, don't you Gulf?" Mew turned around, so panicked at the thought that Gulf didn't love him that he turned his back to his family, knowing that Mr. Suppasit waiting for the opportunity to stab him in the back wasn't a metaphor, but needing to look at his fake lover.

"You love me, right?"

Gulf looked up at the man whose father shot his father, leaving him an orphan, alone all those years.

He stayed silent. How was he supposed to answer that, even if that question came from the lips of the most beautiful man he had ever seen?

How was he supposed to forget the total misery that his life had been, the constant shuffling, never having a home, never belonging to anyone or to anywhere, not knowing until now that his father had been shot and by this man's father?

"Tell them," Mew demanded, desperation taking root in his heart, tears falling from his beautiful eyes. 

"Tell them that you love me. Tell them, please," Mew pled.

"Saint," Gulf said, his voice firmer now that he knew he needed out of there. Gulf had forgotten the number one rule he had learned in the system. Take care of yourself because no one else would ever do it for you.

"Take me home."

"No," Mew said, falling to his knees. "Don't do this, don't tell me everything has been a lie..."

"I never told you any lies, Mew," Gulf said, icicles dripping from his lips. "I thank God I never told you that I loved you."

Mew was bent over his lap, sobbing. The sound was heartbreaking, unreal, and Perth ran over to wrap his arms around his little brother.

Gulf made eye contact with Alexander, who smirked at the much shorter man. Gulf didn't know what to make of that, but he desperately wanted to punch Alexander's expression right off of his face.

Saint got Gulf out of that apartment as quickly as he could, scared for both of their safeties at this point.

Gulf was silent the entire four-hour ride back to the beach. 

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