Because of Gulf

Because of Gulf, Mew's drum sticks broke during practice.

He had been looking at his Yai Nong licking the strawberry ice cream while he was practicing and it made him hit the edge with such a force that his sticks broke.

Both of them.

Mew spluttered and looked aghast at the state of his drum sticks. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck to his ears at the thought of the reason the sticks broke. The image of Gulf's tongue licking the ice cream, with said ice cream sticking sinfully on his chesnut lips. It was messing with Mew's mind.

He quickly got up and disposed of the broken sticks, braving a look at Gulf who was still enjoying his ice cream to notice what had happened. Mew breathed a sigh of relief and just hoped that no one else would find the evidence of his traitorous mind.

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Because of Gulf, Mew had the lump the size of an egg on the back of his head.

Mew had arrived to the workshop studio early that morning, his cast mates had yet to arrive and the handful crew members who were there were too busy or too sleepy to pay much heed to him so he had taken his seat at the table and busied himself.

He was supposed to be practicing his lines, but instead he was looking at a picture of him and Gulf that his sister had taken last night when Gulf had dropped by their house for dinner. Gulf had put his hand aroud Mew's waist and put his head on the older man's shoulder. To say Mew was surprised would be an understatement, but he did enjoy that few seconds while it lasted. Mew was always the one to initiate touches and hugs and Gulf would usually pose like this during a photoshoot or at their fanmeets. But this, was just at Mew's front porch and no one else was there besides their mothers and Jom. Even Chopper was asleep!

Mew was still thinking about the reason behind's Gulf's sudden behaviour that he didn't realise that his elbow had pushed his abandoned script to the edge of the table and a slight shift of his hand had caused the heavy book to drop and land under the table, the loud thud causing him to snap out of his reverie.

Cursing at himself, he crouched down to retrieve the book when a voice startled him.

''What are you doing down there, Phi?''

At the sound of the voice, Mew had immediately wanted to stand and therefore successfully bump his head on the table in the process.

''OW!''

Mew cautiously crept out from underneath the table just to find himself face to face with the object of his thoughts a few moments ago.

''Nong, you startled me!'' Mew whined and his hand immediately flew to the lump which was fast growing on the back of his head.

''I...I didn't mean to, Phi...''

Gulf had put his hand alongside Mew's to inspect the damage. ''Oh, that's a nasty one.'' he mumbled more to himself. He helped Mew stand up and directed the older man to the sofa at the corner of the room.

''Wait here, Phi.'' Gulf disappeared out of the room for a while before coming back moments later, a towel with what was most probably ice cubes in it in his hand.

Sitting on the end of the sofa, Gulf pulled Mew to him, with the older man laying his head on Gulf's lap. ''Here, this will help with the swelling.'' He gently pressed the towel on Mew's throbbing head, eyes full of concern and guilt.

''I'm so sorry,Phi.''

''Apology accepted, but it still hurts..'' Mew whines and added a pout for added effect.