The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 36 💖

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The music was not as bad as they expected it to be. Mew and Gulf watched in respectful silence, and then they looked at each other.

Music was never something that they talked about with anyone else, but it was something that they both enjoyed. Mew wondered which bands were Gulf's favorites, and Gulf wondered what kind of music Mew listened to the most. There was still so much that they did not know about each other.

They smiled at each other, and Gulf started whispering into Mew's ear, "Maroon 5, Taylor Swift, Eminem, Little Mix, BTS, and Black pink"

(A/N: Have you guys seen the video on Mew's Instagram of sweet night and euphoria?)

Mew tried not to laugh. "I like BTS too, and Charlie Puth, Justin Bieber, Halsey"

"I can sing. And I make up songs and dances sometimes," Gulf continued whispering.

"I rap. I write it, too, and I can beatbox," Mew smiled back at him.

"Are you good?" Gulf asked.

"Better than that kid," Mew nodded at Tan.

Gulf smiled. "I'm a better dancer than all of them, and I have a better voice," he bragged.

"I can't dance, Gulf..."

"I can teach you," Gulf smiled.

"No really, when I move it looks like my spine is fused..." Mew flushed. Gulf briefly wondered if it did not have something to do with the damaged skin on Mew's back.

Sam's band quit practicing their dance, others were looking up the video, while Sam sauntered proudly over to Gulf and Mew.

"Good job," Gulf said to Sam.

"Did you like it?" Sam asked, smiling at Gulf and ignoring Mew.

"You were pretty good," Gulf said, trying to be nice.

"You think you can do better?" Tan asked.

"Of course not," Gulf smiled.

"Americans always think they're better than everyone else," Sam scoffed, looking at Mew.

"We used to be Thai people, and we still are," Mew said.

"Listen to his voice," Dani said about Mew.

"Rap," Tan demanded. "I want to hear about how good you are!"

Sam smiled in delight, thinking that Mew was going to fail in front of Gulf. Gulf grinned at Mew, who was squirming with the attention.

Hell, he thought to himself, at least he would entertain Gulf.

He closed his eyes and started rapping, letting words drip from his lips like bullets flying. Words that he had scribbled in his journals between his stories fell out, words that he had chanted over and over while he was dealing with something that he didn't want to deal with, making promises that he hated himself for keeping.

When he was done, the room was quiet. He opened one of his eyes to look at the other people in the room, to see if they were still there, and they were all staring at him with their mouths hanging slightly open.

Mew blushed.

"You want to do a song with us?" Dani asked.

Mew briefly considered it. "You can't afford me," he laughed.

Gulf had to sit on his hands so that he would not take Mew's hand in his own, so proud of him for being so good.

"Can you do it, too?" Path asked Gulf.