The Curious Theory of Kissing

5: Interrogation Adventures

Basically, there are two reasons why one doesn't want to open their eyes in the morning. First, they don't want their rest to end and just want the five-minute snooze in their alarm magically last for an hour. Second, their fully awakened mind doesn't want to face what the day brings. There are questions they don't have the perfect answers to. There are faces they can't meet. Lastly, there are mistakes they didn't want to clean up. For Gulf Kanawut it was the later.

He's been closing his eyes for the last fifteen minutes. The bed feels so small but unlike his bedroom the sun shines on him, giving just the right amount of light on his face. He couldn't feel someone beside him. After all, the bed could barely fit two people. The sheets feel thin too, very different from the high thread count sheets he was used to. It wasn't silky smooth and expensive like what he has at home. Despite this, he felt like last night was the best sleep he had in months. It was warmer than usual. The last best sleep he had was 5 months ago when Chelsea won the world cup. And it only lasted for 4 hours because he had to wake up early in the morning to finish the homework he forgot due to the game.

Please go to the bathroom or just leave the damn room. He was hoping telepathic signals would control Mew and make him do as he says. He wanted to escape so badly but then, he also deliberately let go of the chances he had to leave while Mew was sleeping. If only he didn't let himself get pulled into the comfortable and tender arms of a certain someone, he would've been in a taxi by now. Heading home.

"You know, you can pretend to sleep all you want but your scrunching eyebrows give it away." It was already hard for him to close his eyes with the smell of pancakes and bacon covering the whole place and now Mew was being a prick.

He opened his eyes but he didn't expect Mew to be hovering over him. Flashing his perfect white smile. Mew's hair was wet. He was so used to seeing him gelled up that he doesn't recognize him with his hair down. His face looks so much friendlier and soft. Not like the usual unapproachable look. He also just noticed that his eyes smile together with his lips. With his cheeks all puffed up, the dark aura that he is always associated with seems to vanish.

It took him 5 seconds to realize that he was staring. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping it was just his imagination. Mew chuckled and thought it was silly but he didn't say it out loud to avoid adding insult to injury.

"Go and wash up. I put some brand new boxers in the bathroom. I also have an extra uniform you can use."

"What? Where's mine?"

"It's in the laundry. You made quite a mess last night." Mew winked at him and went back to the kitchen to prepare the food.

It was mortifying. He wanted to hide under a rock but the bathroom is the only option he had. He wrapped the blanket around his naked waist before going inside just in case Mew was watching him through his peripheral vision.

Gulf grabbed his phone before entering the bathroom. There were a couple of missed calls from Mr. Song, the head personnel of the Kanawut residence. He sighed and called him immediately. He prayed that Mr. Song hasn't mentioned anything to his father or else he would have a tense, uncomfortable talk with him.

The worried tone from the old man made him feel bad. Mr. Song could just be someone who works for them but he respects him for always being present in the lonely household.

"I'm sorry I should've called. I... I um- I fell asleep while doing a school project. I'm at a friend's house."

He let out a sigh of relief when Mr. Song said that he almost called his father. He told him not to worry and that he'd be back tonight. He apologized again before putting the phone down.