[AN: How's it going everyone? So excited to see that the staff and MewGulf had started with ThTy2's workshop! Thanks for reading this by the way. Stay safe where you are!]
3: Gulf's Contract
Gulf woke up with a terrible hangover.
"Ah shit."
His hand moved on the bed to look for his phone, instead, it felt something hard, and then... there's sort of like a hair.
"What the heck?" he mumbled, still half asleep.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and several layers of white translucent cloth hanging from the top greeted him. He blinked for a few seconds, his brain processing everything in slowmo.
"OMG." He roamed his eyes some more and everything he could see was a combination of white and gold. White sheets, white table, white lamp, elegant white wall with gold accents, white driftwood display on a white pot with gold soil, white flatscreen.
"Am I dead?" his heart raced, trying to remember what he was doing before he fell asleep. He can remember drinking with friends, and then Boat joined them. And then Boat left. After that...
"Everything's a blur." He whispered to himself. His hand was pinching something hard and willing himself to see what it was, he turned his head.
"Shit!" he exclaimed.
"Stop pinching my nose."
He gasped, brows furrowed. And then he screamed and fell off the bed.
"Ow! OW! OOOOOW!"
He rubbed his butt as he was on all fours on the floor. He was in extreme pain, and he knew this was not just because he fell. He felt sore.
His fear heightened.
"Are you ok?" a guy with tousled hair peeked at him from the bed.
"Do I look like I am?" he shouted. "Who the fuck are you?"
Mew raised his eyebrow. "Don't you talk to me like that. Have some respect." He growled.
"Ha! Respect?! What have you done to me? Where is this place?"
The only thing not white was his own clothes which were scattered on the bed.
"Are you still asleep? Clove of course." Mew said, leaning over the edge of the bed and looking at him.
"CLOVE?! This is Clove?! Isn't Clove a bar? How come there's a room?"
It was Mew's turn to get confused.
"You're definitely still out of your mind."
He got up and walked around, not minding Gulf who felt like his soul has left his body. Aside from the throbbing pain behind him, he was also completely naked, same with the man he was talking to. It was a very embarrassing position to be in.
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General Fiction"You are going to stick with me until I get tired of you." Their first meeting was a disaster. Arrogant, no direction in life, huge money spender. Gulf Kanawut doesn't care about anything else and will do whatever he wants. So drunk one night, Mew...
