Crap, I'm in Love! (COMPLETED)

Chapter 12 : Caught in Action!

Gulf POV

"Khun Gulf! Khun Gulf!" someone was screaming from the outside.

"What is it, Naree? Oi, you are screaming like someone who's looking for her husband!" Mae Na nags as she opened the main door.

"It's wasn't me, Khun Sara. It's Khun Gulf's husband!" she states.

"Khun Mew? What's wrong with him? He just went to Tum's house, saying he has a cheque to sign," I questioned her.

"Er, I saw Khun Mew sneaks into Khun Art's bedroom! Khun Ying is not at home right now!" she stutters.

"Impossible! I know my son!" Mae Na insisted.

"Oi, I'm not lying Khun Sara! I really saw it with my own eyes! But now, I'm not sure how far did they go!" she chuckles.

Not wasting any time or even said anything, I walked away.

"Gulf Luk! Wait!" Mae Na then follows suit.

After 15 minutes of walking, we reached Khun Yai's house. We went straight to Art's bedroom and finds it locked from the outside.

"Look! Art for sure tricked Mew! and he must've had SOMEONE to help him!" Mae Na said with a stern voice.

"Khun Sara, I didn't..." Naree stutters.

"Then are you saying Art or Mew would do the hustle to lock the door from the outside and then climb the window to get into the room and do whatever things you are saying he's doing?" Mae Na eyed her fiercely. 

"Let's just break it, Mae Na!" I smirked.

"W...wait, Khun Gulf. I think Khun Sai always keep the keys somewhere here," she then walked to one of the cabinets and pretend she took a key. 

"Here it is!" she cheered.

"Give it to me!" I snatched the key from her and unlocked the padlock.

Our sight was greeted by a shirtless Art who is tied on the chair with duct tape while his shirt covering his head. And Mew was sitting on his bed leisurely.

"K...Khun Art!" she ran to him and remove the shirt on his head.

"I must admit, acting is quite fun," I smirked.

"Do you really think we would fall into your stupid plan?" I questioned.

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Mew POV

Flashback

//Start//

"But I don't," I smirked as I took out a duct tape from my pocket.

"Mew, what are you trying to do?" he asked as he eyed the duct tape in my hand.

"Playing with you of course," I smiled wide.

"Mew, I never knew you are into this kind of thing," he chuckled nervously as I tape his hand to the chair.

"Well, you don't know a lot about me, Art!" I then put a tape on his mouth and covered his head with his shirt that he took off just now.

"Art, don't you get tired? You have been doing all these weird things since we are in high school!" I lecture him.

He was saying something, but it didn't come out as a proper word.

Fuck,

I forgot that I tape his mouth just now!