Tharn was pink, and Type hated pink, with every piece of his soul.

A fanfiction for MewGulf. Highest ranking: #1 in HOT RISING Stories - June 15, 2020 #1 in MewGulf category - July 22, 2020 #1 in Waanjai stories - August 10, 2020 #2 in Dark category - August 13, 2020 #3 in TharnType stories - August 4, 2020 #5 in English category - July 12, 2020 #7 in Tragic category - September 12, 2020 #8 in Tragic category - September 6, 2020 #10 in Tragic category - August 1, 2020

Mew. Accuracy and precision. When you are a pilot, your priority is safety. It is important to always measure the distance between two points. Wrong calculation can lead to death. Love. I don't do love. Accuracy and precision don't work in love. Gulf I am a gambler. My biggest asset is my poker face. I'll give you a run for your money without even blinking and you wouldn't even know it. Love. I eat love for breakfast. Then run away from it. Who says you can't use love anyway?

Tharn had given his life to walk on the life chosen by his old man. But he had a second thought when Type crossed his path.

"You are going to stick with me until I get tired of you." Their first meeting was a disaster. Arrogant, no direction in life, huge money spender. Gulf Kanawut doesn't care about anything else and will do whatever he wants. So drunk one night, Mew, who had a recent break-up, had spotted him and taken him to his room thinking he was someone else. But who would've thought a box of sweets is what would seal Gulf's fate as... Mew's light in the dark? Note: You are not allowed to reproduce, reuse, edit, copy, or alter this story without my permission.

"Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had." ― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones