They lived together. They separated. They met again.
23:59 is filled with sweet and painful memories.
When they encounter each other again, will 23:59 erase the painful ones, or add to heightened feelings of developing admiration?
I should really s...
[AN: I realized I didn't put a title on chapter20. I'm really absent-minded. Anyway, have you watched Manner of Death? 1st episode and I really like it. First BL where I didn't skip anything! MaxTul is another pairing that I like. ♥ I just didn't appreciate TWM, so I'm glad there's MoD.]
Mew clung to him like an octopus for the following days.
Instead of going home in Pattaya, Mew stayed with Gulf for two weeks. He would send Gulf to his part-time at the bar and just lurk inside until he finishes his shift. Gulf noticed that he glares at everyone – man or woman who approaches him and was thankful that he wouldn't see how the situation was at the university.
"Stop being possessive, Mew." Gulf said.
"Who's possessive? I'm not possessive!" Mew defended.
Almost every night, Gulf's bedroom will be very busy. It was almost useless to keep changing the sheets as both he and Mew soils it every day. It was a good thing Bright isn't at home or else he'll hear his friend's sexy time with his lover, and be greeted by the humongous pile of bed sheet laundry.
Mew was strange though.
Aside from the love-making and flirting, Gulf can feel that there's something Mew is hiding from him. Sometimes, he would catch him gazing at him and he thought this was just Mew's usual affection, but oftentimes, there will be instances where he would open up a topic and change it half-heartedly.
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Today, they were on the way to Pattaya to visit Mew's house. Sometimes, Bright and Gulf would eat here on weekends but ever since Bright became busy, they haven't visited for a few months.
"Gulf!" Tong gave him a hug as they approached the dining room. Everything was the same, but Gulf noticed there's an extra plate on the table.
"Hi Uncle Tong. Are you expecting Bright? He won't be able to come."
"That... um..."
"Finally you arrived. I thought I would starve to death."
The voice was familiar. Gulf turned around and saw Bright's crush strutting his way to the table with a grumpy expression on his face. Judging from his crumpled clothes and tousled hair, he just got out of bed.
