Crossing The Line [MEWGULF FIC]

CHAPTER 5

"M-my place?"

"Yeah I live farrr let's just go"

Gulf had the most adorable drag at the end of his words when he was drunk.

So off they went to Mew's apartment, which was only about 10 minutes away from the bar they were at. After helping Gulf out of the car, up the stairs, and into his bed Mew was what might be called exhausted . Gulf wasn't terribly drunk or anything, just asleep, which meant he was nothing but dead weight.

Or so Mew thought until he heard the murmurs of Gulf from his bed.

"Mew...Mewwwww"

Adorable.

"Hey I'm right here what do you need?"

"Pants"

"You're wearing pants"

"No silly--I'm in jeans I can't sleep in jeans"

Mew couldn't help but laugh. He had never seen Gulf like this. He was usually quite reserved and quiet even though they were closer now.

"No problem, let me go get you a pair"

Mew went through his closet trying to find pants that would fit Gulf. Gulf was about the same height as Mew, maybe even a little taller, but he was more of the skinny side.

"Here--take these, they should fit"

Mew thought it best he gave Gulf his privacy, and walked into the kitchen. After having a glass of water at the kitchen table, he peeked into his room to see Gulf sound asleep in his sweatpants--in his bed. Out of respect for the younger boy, Mew decided to grab an extra pillow and blanket out of his closet and sleep on the couch. Mew didn't mind.

Tonight was fun. He's just a fun, cute little brother. I'm okay with that. Nothing to be worried about.

Mew finally felt like he could take a deep breath for the first time in a long time--he couldn't help but think back...couldn't help but remember...

It was a nice day in October, yet Mew was what people might call "in the dumps". He handled the situation wrongly...he knew he did. But he couldn't help it. He thought it was real, he thought he loved him in return. But it was all fake...all fanservice. Mew knew that he shouldn't have let himself get wrapped up into it, but he couldn't help it.

Art meant everything to him. He had always known gender never mattered, but Art confirmed that for him. He had never felt this way towards any person in his life before. But he didn't love him back.

Mew had kissed him.

He didn't realize how much that one kiss would destroy his life.

The phone began to ring. It was Boss, his manager.

"Mew...I really think you should turn on Art's live...its bad"

Mew hung up the phone immediately. There was no way...Art wouldn't do this to him...would he?

"Mew kissed me. I didn't know how to react. I didn't turn him down because I was scared that he might be sad." Art had tears in his eyes as he spoke.

Why would he tell the world about this? Why would he embarrass me like this? Why?

These were the only thoughts running through Mew's head as he could not comprehend why this couldn't just be something between the two of them. He was sad...but also beginning to feel anger towards Art.

"He didn't talk to begin with. And I talked every time. Every time"

Now Mew was mad. Art was making him out to be a bad person. This was all going wrong...this wasn't what he wanted to happen.

"I've felt really bad because of Mew...Honestly I feel horrible right now"

Mew shut it off. He couldn't listen to it for another second. His heart had dropped.

Was this who Art really was? Did their relationship--their friendship mean nothing?

So Mew cried. It's all he could do. He cried for days. He wouldn't open his social media. He was terrified of what would face him. He felt as though the moment he opened that little blue and white icon...his life and career as he knew it would be over...and he couldn't fix it.

It was a mistake. Loving Art--kissing Art...but most importantly--

--trusting Art.

Perhaps this wasn't a moment in his life Mew wanted to be thinking back on right before bed, but he felt it was necessary. Mew took that deep breath, and he let it out. He let out his stress from the past. He didn't need to feel it anymore. This was different. They were brothers. Him and Gulf were brothers.

••

It was morning. And man did Gulf's head hurt.

He heard the closing of the door. He wasn't too drunk to remember last night. He was well aware he was in Mew's apartment...but where was Mew?

Just as Gulf thought it, he saw a head peek in through the bedroom door.

"Oh, you're awake...I just went out and got some breakfast--I also have coffee and some advil if you need"

Gulf was rather embarrassed.

"Thank you Mew...I'm sorry I didn't mean to cause you any trouble last night or this morning--"

"--Gulf, don't worry about it! Trust me you were a lot of fun last night, and I don't mind helping you out. We're brothers now right?"

"Right. Thank you"

The sight of Mew standing in the doorway, leaning on the framing with gray sweatpants on and a white t-shirt. Gulf felt a little funny--

-- it must be a hangover.