Break My Heart (Mew x Gulf)

Chapter 10: Aftermath

The wind gently yet forcefully swept through his hair, blowing it in every direction, displaying it's subtle strength to the anxious male that sat on the stone steps of a faculty that wasn't his, his nervousness showing as his leg involuntarily bounces up and down at an unnervingly fast pace.

And despite his countless attempts at trying to get it to still, it just wouldn't. So after the 10th time he finally gave up and let the muscled limb vibrate his body with it's movements.

It was slightly chilly out, and he was starting to regret not bringing his jacket from the car with him, but that wasn't important right now, he had far more important things to worry and think about besides the goosebumps on his arms.

It was just past 15:00 and Mew was getting more anxious by the second as he stared at the exit way in front of him, too worried to look away, afraid he'd miss what he needed to catch.

And just as he was about to grab his phone to look at the time once again, he catches sight of the very thing he's been waiting for. And with shaky, sweat hands that he wipes against his jeans, Mew quickly stands up, walking over to the unsuspecting male.

A few feet away from him stands Gulf talking to someone who's most likely a classmate, both having come from Gulf's last class. Trying his hardest to keep his composure, Mew takes steady strides towards him.

But the second Gulf spots him, his smile drops and he mutters a quick goodbye to his classmate before turning away in the opposite direction of Mew.

In the background he can hear Mew calling his name, his voice gradually getting closer, and that only makes him quicken his pace as Mew slightly struggles to keep up.

It's been two days since the incident at the club happened, since Mew blacked out and Gulf left the club in a troubled state.

The morning after, Mew woke up to find Tong in his room with a bag of food in his hand, their breakfast, telling Mew how he'd found him passed out on the floor and had taken him home right after. He'd found his keys and had driven him back, deciding it was best to crash at his place instead of walking alone in the middle of the night to get back to his.

Mew didn't remember anything at first, and it was only later on while he'd laid down to take a nap that his memories came flooding back like a dam wall breaking.

Guilt was the first thing to hit him, then shame, embarrassment, disappointment towards himself. And he accepted it all, knowing very well that he'd fucked up, big time.

And as much as he wanted to get up and find the male he'd drunkenly harassed and apologise, he knew he couldn't, not then, not with the state he was in. He had a raging headache that the pain killers had done nothing for, he was exaughsted as anything and needed to sleep before he could do anything.

And that's exactly what he did. He spent the whole day resting, only getting up to eat and go to the bathroom.

Then this morning after he'd woken up the first thing he'd done was message Mild and ask him if he knew when Gulf's classes for the day would be finished, and he told him, not asking any questions as to why he wanted the information, and Mew was grateful for it.

And that brings it back to the present with Mew trying to catch up to Gulf to try and apologise for his unacceptable behaviour.

Irritation building up inside of him, Gulf turns on his heel to face Mew, anger clear as day in his expression. "Stay away from me." Is all he says before turning back around and away from Mew.

"Wait! Please." He begs still following Gulf.

Gulf scoffs in reply, only quickening his pace. But the moment Mew's hand comes into contact with his wrist he stops dead in his tracks, looking down at the large hand clamped around his wrist. And a moment later rips his arm away, glaring at Mew.