Acting was ok, it was scripted but everything that came after had been their own volition. They say actions speak louder than words but the two should've known it was never a reliable way of communication. It was simply not enough to convey their feelings. PDA: Public Display of Affection.

Mew, the God of the Underworld fell in love with Gulf, the Flower Prince His only wish is to make Gulf as his bride. To tell you the truth, I wrote this a long time ago for another ship but I couldn't continue anymore because the lack inspiration and I think this story doesn't suit that ship that much. But then Mew came with Season of You and tadaam, here I am lol. Here's a heads up though, I'm not very well versed with the Greek Gods mythologies. I only looked up to some information and added things based on my imaginations so I'm sorry in advance if I didn't do justice to the original myths.

What if the chief flight attendant suddenly got horny because some lovebirds just couldn't keep their hands off each other during the flight? An aimless fanfic born from an edit of Mew as a pilot and Gulf as the flight attendant that I saw on IG months ago. Warning: No kids under the age of 18 should be reading this. I've warned you. a/n: Istg I'll never be good at writing description lol