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Imagination

It was now Monday, and Mew had done something he'd never done before. He came in to work late. Everyone in the office was whispering and conspiring as to why their CEO was late. Gulf was the only one who knew.

"P'Mew?" Gulf said softly, hesitantly.

"What?" Mew snapped back.

Gulf looked down at his hands, "Um, I finished all of my assignments, so I was going to see if we could go for dinner."

"We?" Mew looked up from his computer.

Gulf sighed, walking over to Mew's desk, "Yes. We. I know you're upset about Air, but you can't just shut everyone and everything out. All of us here care about you. Especially me and Elle."

Mew ran his hand through his hair, unable to keep eye contact with Gulf, "That's not why I've been avoiding people. Or you. It's because of," he paused, "You know."

"The kiss?" Gulf furrowed his eyebrows.

Mew now looked embarrassed, "Yeah. I'm sorry. I was really hurt, and drunk, and I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Mew hadn't been able to think straight since "the incident".

Gulf sighed as he sat down on Mew's desk in front of the latter, "I didn't mind at all."

"You're just being nice," Mew pouted a little bit, "You probably don't even like men. I understand, you don't need to act so okay with it." 

Gulf gently placed his palm on Mew's cheek, tilting his boss's face up to finally look him in the eye, "Actually, I'm gay so I do like men. And even if I didn't, you're the Mew Suppasit. Anyone would be lucky to kiss you."

Mew blushed, but he couldn't avert his eyes from his beautiful employee, "So you're really okay with me kissing you?"

With a small nod, Gulf blushed as well, "Trust me, I was thinking about it since I applied for this job."

"With lips like yours," Mew stood up slowly, gaining an odd confidence while staring at Gulf's lips, "I'd love to."

Gulf gulped harshly, examining Mew's predatory expression, thinking to himself, 'He wants to kiss me again? Me?! Again?!'

Too tangled up in his own thoughts, Gulf hadn't realized that Mew was now positioned in front of him, one hand on the desk next to his hip, other hand on his neck.

"May I?" Mew asked in a low tone.

Discarding his rapid thoughts, Gulf gripped onto the front collar of Mew's suit, pulling him close, and kissing him for the second time. Mew grinned against the younger boy's plump lips, sliding his hand from Gulf's neck to his hair as their lips moved together brilliantly.

"Mr. Suppasit, I know I had the day off but-" Elle walked briskly into the office.

Mew jumped away from Gulf, both boys looking away, wiping their mouths, and stammering.

"Elle, um," Mew scratched the back of his neck, "Hey, what're you doing here?"

Elle chuckled to herself as Gulf stood up and turned around to face her, embarrassedly waiting for an answer. "Well, I just wanted to check on you, maybe see if you wanted to get dinner," she sported a friendly grin, "But I see you're quite alright, so I'll just go. Enjoy your night, sir." she looked between the two boys, making it quite clear what she was thinking, before turning around, exiting, and shutting the door behind her.

As soon as Elle was gone, Gulf covered his beet red face, "Oi!"

Mew laughed and squeezed Gulf's shoulder gently, "She won't say anything, don't worry."