The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 32 💖

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Gulf's decision included another long plane ride. Mew sat between Gulf and his mother, who had finally relented on accepting Gulf. Mew spent many hours to contemplate what he was getting himself into.

Perth had said that he had talked to Alexander about Mew's decision. He said Alexander was happy for him, but that he did not really want to talk to Mew for the time being. It was fair, although it was horrible at the same time. Mew knew that he could not have everything that he wanted. But he did know that he wanted Gulf more than anything else, and everything else was just not as important.

Gulf lay knocked out by the Dramamine next to Mew. Mae had felt horrible once she learned that Gulf got airsick, and she wondered how the little boy had fared on his trip from Thailand to the United States by himself. Mew was pleased to see her fussing over Gulf, and she rolled her eyes and said that she used to do it all the time when he was a little boy.

The changeovers had been done in record time, forty-five minutes between flights had them running between terminals, Mew dragging his mother's carry-on and a sleeping Gulf across the airport, wishing that he had just bought his own jet so that they could go without all the fuss. Gulf had said that he wanted to do everything low-key though so that no one would notice them.

Mew could feel his heart beating, his chest pounding so hard by the time they landed in Bangkok again. He kissed Gulf's head to wake him up, glaring at the other passengers who stared at them. He moved his mother and Gulf through customs, picking their luggage up on the ground floor, hailing a taxi... Mew Suppasit, hailing a freaking taxi and putting his family into it. He gave the driver directions in Thai, and then they pulled up in front of the Kanawut house thirty-five minutes later.

Mae had insisted that they not call ahead, she still had a key and her parents still lived next door. Mae took them to her parent's house first, but the only person home was her oldest sister, who was shocked to see Mae.

Mew's aunt was named Sona, and she fussed over both boys and fed them almost the minute they stepped inside the house. She fussed over Mew, having had bragged to all her friends about her gorgeous nephew who graduated so early and with so many degrees.

Mae smiled, and then he made her sister stop talking long enough to inform her that the other boy was Gulf Kanawut.

The silence in the house was devastating, Gulf could not meet Sona's eyes, but she reached over and lifted his head, her eyes filling with tears. "The little Kanawut boy?" she asked in Thai.

"Yes, it's Gulf," Mew said.

Sona spoke so quickly in Thai that only Mae understood her, and then she was on the phone with someone. "We go next door now," Sona said in English, dragging them through the backyard.

Mew wanted to hold Gulf's hand as they were shuffled in the back entrance of a huge house, a maid showing them to the living room. They stared at each other as the food was placed in front of them, and Gulf's eyes were large and wide, and he desperately wanted to touch Mew so that he would feel better.

An older couple came down the stairs, holding onto each other as they saw the boys sitting on their couch. "Gulf?" the woman asked, a slight British accent tinting the color of her speech.

"Yes?" Gulf asked, a little scared.

"My grandson!" the man said, and the woman was crying. They pulled Gulf up off the couch into their arms, crying into Gulf's shoulder.

Mew wiped his eyes at the sight. Gulf was short, but he was taller than both of his grandparents, who only came up to Gulf's shoulder. The couple hugged Mae and Mew, too, thanking them for bringing back their grandson.

"It is fate," Mr. Kanawut decided, "Fate dictated that your Mew would find our Gulf," he said after he heard a slightly modified version of how the two of them had met. "The sins of the fathers can be forgiven with the actions of their sons."

"Are you two best friends again, then?" Gulf's grandmother asked. "You two were so sweet when you were younger, you hated sleeping apart from each other. Gulf would go through phases where he wouldn't even eat unless Mew was right next to him..."

Mew smiled at Gulf, who just blushed.

Mr. Kanawut left the room for a few moments, and then he came back, his cane making a clacking noise against the wood of the floor. He sat down, and they caught up with what had happened with their beloved grandson while he was away.

"Were you taken in by a nice family?" Gulf's grandmother asked.

"No," Gulf admitted. "I was shuffled through twenty-seven foster homes and orphanages."

Mew's heart twanged.

"Did you graduate high school?" Mr. Kanawut asked, frowning.

"No, I turned eighteen before I graduated, so I had to find a home before I could go to school, and I didn't want to go so I just dropped out and moved in with some college kids who lived down the street from one of the foster homes I was in. I sold my paintings to pay rent until I met Saint, who introduced me to Mew, and now I'm his personal assistant."

Mae did not say anything else about what her boys were to each other. She knew that most Thai people were too conservative for what her boys wanted from each other, and she didn't know if the years they had spent in England had broadened the Kanawut's horizons enough to accept what their sons were.

"Mew takes good care of you?" Gulf's grandmother asked, looking up from her tea at Mew.

"Until I die," Mew promised.

"Good," Mr. Kanawut said, looking fondly at Gulf and Mew. They sat and talked a little more, and then the doorbell rang.

An incredibly beautiful older woman came in with a boy only a few years younger than Gulf and Mew. "Miss Walia," Mr. Kanawut welcomed her in. "Miss Walia, he's here," he said again.

The woman started crying immediately. "Gulf!" she exclaimed. She ran over to him, and Gulf hugged her without knowing who she was.

"This is your mother, Ann," Mae told Gulf, and then he was crying, too. Mew had dry eyes in front of the boy he did not know, who was looking at Gulf like he was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Gulf, this is your little brother, Sam," Ann introduced him.

Gulf and Sam stared at each other. Gulf did not know how to feel about his replacement, but it was obvious that his replacement was eye raping the man that he had replaced. Mew did not like Sam immediately, but Gulf was reserving judgment.

Gulf noticed that his mother kept looking at Mew though, and he was not sure how he felt about that, either. Mew was oblivious, too intent on not punching Sam in the face for letting his eyes linger on his Gulf's arms.

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Sorry for not giving double update yesterday guys... Will do today...

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