One Drunken Night (ONESHOT)

MEWGULF

After having to work hard all day, all Mew wanted is to have a nice bath and sleep peacefully tonight. Dinner who? He's living alone and the last thing in his mind right now is to cook. His schedule today was packed and everyone in his office pissed him off for some reason ALL DAY.

So when he got home, he directly went to the bathroom and took a nice long shower. The hot water really helped him to relax his body, he's fucking tired. Mew feels like all the tension and bad emotions actually came out of his body. Mew wasn't sure long he was in the shower. When he came out, it was already 11 in the evening. 45 minutes in the shower. 45 minutes of peace. Great. Now Mew is totally ready to sleep for the next 2 days without waking up so he can fully charge his body and soul and- WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?

Seriously? A fucking someone? On his bed? Just when he's about to sleep after using his energy for the whole year today? Mew already told Mild that he's bed is off limits. Guess he'll have to kill too today.

"Mild? Fucking get off of my bed right now."

No response. So Mew went to the bed to seriously throw Mild off the bed, no, off the building is better. He grab the Mild's arm and just when he's about to drag Mild off the bed.. Wait. This is not Mild. This is not fucking Mild. Because Mild is never this beautiful. Wait, no. What is he saying? Why is there a man, who he has never seen before, sleeping in his bed? Mew tries to keep his mind sane but seriously, the man's face keeps distracting him. Okay, stop staring. Staring is rude. Mew knows that. But what the heck is this feeling.

After 15 mins of thinking of what to do (STARING), Mew found out that the man is actually drunk and he concluded that he's not really dangerous. I mean, that face doesn't look like he's a bad person. It's biased, Mew probably know that too. Mew decided to just wake up the man.

"Hey." Mew shakes the man's body a little. The man opened his eyes a little bit.

"You know who I am? You know where you are?" Mew asked. Why is he fucking nervous.

"Apparently you are sugar, or some cookies. Wait, Are you a doughnut?" Mew wanted to laugh. Why is he so cute? He never knew someone can be so cute while being drunk.

"No, you are in a completely wrong house. You've never seen me before in your life. I've never seen you before."

"I really wanna go to sleep so.." The guy closed his eyes.

"You're literally in my bed right now."

"You know my brother."

"What's your brother's name?"

"Champ."

"I've never heard that name before in my entire life."

"That's all right." That's all right? If someone said that to Mew while sleeping on his bed, that someone is probably dead right now, regardless if he's drunk. But this conversation, Mew can't explain how he's feeling. The man is so drunk and so cute as hell.

"No, it's not. Because you're literally in my bed right now." Really? Mew isn't sure if this is about the bed right now.

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're in my bed... if you're talking about some *drunken mumble*." Cute.

"You're gonna be so riled when you wake up in the morning and realize that you're sleeping in someone else's house." Mew laughed just thinking about it.

"Yeah, probably." Okay. Mew doesn't expect that response.

"Can you like at least, not sleep in my bed? Like I can put you outside. There is a bed out there."