Sadness & Kisses ✓

six

Mew fucked up. He knew that. The vivid imagery of Gulf looking at him with a clear hurt expression kept haunting his mind. He tried to contact Gulf; sending him messages, calling him, visiting his classes, etc. But to no avail did he managed to get in touch with the said boy.

He tried to visit Gulf's place, too, but was met with pure silence. He had spent a good half an hour outside the door, knocking and waiting. With no answer whatsoever, he could only leave in order to avoid the misunderstanding of him being some kind of creepy stalker.

He cursed, sitting down on his bed and sending yet another call through the phone, only to be met with the voicemail once more. A heavy sigh escaped and he laid down, trying to figure out how he could make it up to Gulf. It wasn't as though he could ask any of their friends since they knew nothing about the whole situation. Not even Mild knew, and he was the second closest person to Gulf in their group.

He looked through his social media, about to send Gulf yet another message when he saw the account was no longer available. He shot up from his bed, his eyebrows raising in alarm. He quickly tried to call Gulf through his phone, and was met with a clear indication he had been blocked.

Okay. So Gulf was pissed. Really pissed. This is the first time Mew had been in such a situation, and he didn't know how to deal with it. It wasn't as though he could just buy Gulf some flowers and pray for the best. He could maybe buy some of his favourite food, but surely Gulf wasn't that simple. He was stubborn. And once you got on his bad side, it was almost impossible to get on his good side. Because to get on his bad side required a whole lot of effort in the first place, since Gulf was pretty easygoing.

He wasn't like Mew who often liked to be petty, though that had somewhat changed after he met the younger boy. It had to be changed because being petty or sulking can't go anywhere with how oblivious Gulf can be.

Mew set his phone aside and palmed his face, stressed by the whole situation. He weighed out his very few options and for up - determined to make things right.

Gulf looked down at the bouquet of flowers in front of his door. He raised his brows, and picked it up, noticing a letter attached to it. He walked back into his apartment, and closed the door. Sitting down on the couch, he put the bouquet on the coffee table and opened up the letter.

Sure enough, it was from Mew. He bit down on his lips, wondering what he was about to read.

Hey, Nong. I know you're pissed at me right now, and I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to offend you, or anything. I just happened to have worded things rather terribly, and made it seem as though I was asking you out in pity when I really wasn't. You're incredible - simply amazing. I always wondered who would be the lucky person to gain your affection, never expecting it to be me.

When you confessed to me, I was taken aback and didn't know how to react at all. But after some deep thoughts, I realized I wanted to give it a try because I do find you to be charming. You're adorable, funny, and comfortable to be around. And I think we can both establish the fact that something between you and I have always been different from our friendships with the others.

I don't know where exactly my feelings for you lies just yet, but I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't skip a beat at the thought of you confessing to me. You know me, Gulf. I wouldn't give a relationship a try if I didn't think it'd work out. Of course if you truly don't wish to go forward with a relationship that's okay. Just...please don't cut me out of your life.

Once again, I'm truly sorry for hurting you.

- Mew

Gulf found himself crying. He wasn't one to easily cry, yet here he was shedding tears from a single letter. He put the letter back into the envelope it came in, and settled it down next to the bouquet. He took out his phone, unblocking Mew's number and lingering his finger over the call button. He took a deep breath, and made the call.