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“You call this dinner?” Gulf is now in the dinning area of his condo. He expected the table to be full of homey meal since Mew looked so proud of himself when he said that he made them dinner.
“Yes. Dinner.” Mew said in a normal tone as he puts another plate on the table.
“Omelette and rice is not dinner.” Gulf is now judging the poor omelette in front of him. “This is not gonna fill our stomach.”
“Then, I’ll make another omelette for you if one isn’t enough.” Mew answered as if it’s nothing. To be honest, Mew can’t cook either, he just searched it in the internet and hoping that this omelette is edible enough.
Despite of living alone for years, Mew always fed himself with take-outs and instant noodles. But then he realized that instant noodles is not really good for him if he wants to stay in shape so he settled for take-outs. He would always try to look the healthiest take-out food he can find around his area.
But Gulf being a superstar with a stalker on loose, he can’t order takeouts as the stalker might find disguise himself into some delivery guy or put something on the food. He can’t have that! Not today, not with his condition right now.
“Suppasit.” They heard a familiar voice.
Here come’s the annoying angel Gulf thought.
“Saint. Thank you for coming here last minute.” Mew looked at him and flashed a small smile catching Gulf off-guard.
“Hey you smiled!” Gulf said. How can Mew show emotions to Saint and not to him.
“Of course Gulf. I am a person, I have emotions too. I am capable of smiling.” Mew said with the most sarcastic tone he can muster. Mew looked at Saint again and points at the Omelette on the table, “I made dinner. Eat.” Mew pulled the chair and Saint sat completely ignoring the judging look from Gulf.
Obviously, Gulf doesn’t know how close those two are.
Are they boyfriends? Gulf thought and his blood boils just by that thought. It is not that he is homophobic, he just hates it for some reason he can’t even understand himself anymore.
“Aren’t you gonna eat too?” Gulf looked at Mew who is just standing there, waiting for them to eat.
“I’m good.” He answered.
“You look pale though, you need to eat.” Gulf insisted, completely oblivious about that fact that Mew is pale not because of hunger, but because of his stab wound.
Mew gave a look to Saint and thank goodness he got it. Saint took a huge bite on the omelette and made a such exaggerated reaction making the star look at him. When Mew noticed that Saint completely got Gulf’s attention, he left the dinning area and went to his room to treat his wound.
“You call this omelette?” Gulf whined after eating a bite on the omelette. “This tastes nothing like omelette!” He pushed the dish away from him, completely losing his appetite.
Suppasit Rule Number 2, don’t cook. Ever Gulf made a mental note
“It’s because this is the first time he ever cooked.” Saint silently said while eating the omelette. Making sure to drink water every after bite.
Saint knows that as much as Mew is capable of anything, cooking is not really his strongest point. Well, the guy was a chef so Mew never had to think about what to cook before. The fact that Mew attempted to do something in the kitchen made Saint’s heart go all warm.
“What do you mean?”
“He grew up with chefs and servants around him. In other words, koon chai.” Saint lied. Well, it is somewhat the truth as well, Mew is indeed a koon chai.
This is news for Gulf. If Mew is so reach then why does he even have to work as a bodyguard? If Mew grew up with servants around him, he most probably can afford a security agency and not work for them. Gulf made another mental note to ask Mew about it later.
“Where is he anyways?” It is so unusual for Mew to leave him alone for a very long time. Usually, if Mew is not beside him, he can still see him around but he can’t see him around. Mew has been acting weird since he came back.
“Let me go check on him.” Saint didn’t even waited for Gulf to reply. He just left the actor in the dining room and went straight to Mew’s room.
The sight of Mew, with no shirt and struggling on cleaning his wound welcomed Saint.
“That is not a cut.” Saint said as he went inside Mew’s room locking the door just in case the nosy actor decided to go to Mew’s room.
“It is a cut, Saint. Go back there and eat.” Mew sighed.
“Suppasit, that’s the worst omelette I’ve ever tasted. Now move I’ll help you treat that wound.” Saint removed Mew’s hand and started treating the wound.
Treating wounds is one of Saint’s specialty. Well, the guy grew up with doctors so that’s why seeing situations like this are nothing to him. Unlike Mew, the reason why he trained so much in combat is because he is actually scared of cuts, needles, and hospitals. He trained himself to be unbeatable to avoid being in hospitals or in a situation where he has to face needles and cuts.
This is what Saint usually find amusing, people around them finds Mew scary when in reality, a soft cinnamon roll is hiding behind that stoic face all they need is a little time and patience to crack that shell open. Something that guy has done before until the incident happen and Mew’s walls became even more higher.
Meanwhile, Gulf is still forcing himself to finish the omelette but he can’t focus since he is just eating alone. He pushed the plate away from him and decided to check where the two bodyguards are.
He walks towards Mew room when suddenly he heard grunts and whispers as he walks closer.
“Saint, can you just be a little gentler.” He heard Mew grunts suddenly a blush on Gulf’s face appears.
“Shut up and don’t be baby.” That was Saint and then suddenly he heard a slap. Gulf quickly covered his mouth to muffled his audible gasp.
Are they….having sex right now?! He thought. He started fanning himself.
“Mew’s a bottom?!” He half whispered and decided to run towards his room and sleep trying to forget the scene he just heard.
“Saint, can you just be a little gentler?” Mew grunts as Saint put the gauze over Mew’s stab wound.
“Shut up and don’t be a baby.” Saint can’t put the gauze properly because Mew kept on moving so he slapped the guy’s arm to keep him from moving.
Sant cuts the tape and gave his work a little tap before smiling at Mew, “Done! You know I can do this in just less that 10 minutes only if you keep still.” Saint rolled his eyes.
“Thanks.” Mew sighed in defeat.
“Now, avoid doing something excessive, the stitch might open up. I’ll be your assistant while youre still healing. Don’t worry, your little cat will never know about this.” Saint gave Mew a look.
“Rule number 5, don’t let the client know that you’re hurt. I know” Saint didn’t gave Mew a chance to speak. “Take a rest. I’ll handle the little kitty.” And he left the room so that Mew can rest.