"Let's just wrap it up for today. It would hurt your fingers if you keep going. You should take a rest. " Mew advised, noticing the blisters forming on Gulf's hands.
After setting the guitar aside, Gulf, feeling a sudden hunger decided it was time to satisfy his craving.
Turning to his senior, he popped the question, "What do you want to eat?" With an air of mystery, Gulf hinted at a place he knew.
"Huh?" Mew appeared clueless, prompting Gulf to wear an even brighter smile. In a spontaneous move, Gulf stood up, grasped Mew's hand, and swiftly led him out of the apartment, leaving the guitar behind.
"Wait, what are you doing? The guitar —" Mew's protest was cut short as Gulf locked the door and pocketed the key. Unfazed, Gulf insisted on treating Mew to a meal, taking charge of the driving duties.
A short drive later, they arrived at a seafood restaurant. Mew, impressed by the establishment's simple yet classy design, observed the uniquely carved wooden furniture resembling various sea creatures. Opting for a table by the glass window, they delved into the menu. Gulf ordered a set of sushi, while Mew, in stark contrast, chose a set of grilled seafood.
As their orders arrived, a subtle smirk appeared on Mew's face, noticing Gulf's radiant eyes fixated on the sushi he had craved earlier. Gulf's blissful expression indicated that Mew had guessed his favorite correctly. Mew couldn't help but steal glances at Gulf, from his almond-shaped, brown eyes down to his pinkish, thin lips. Lost in observation, Mew was unaware that Gulf was returning the gaze with a peculiar expression.
"Are you alright? You've been spacing out," Gulf's inquiry snapped Mew back to reality.
"Uh- yeah, I'm okay," He replied and took a quick sip of his drink.
As Gulf and Mew delved into their respective dishes, the ambiance of the seafood restaurant echoed with the sounds of clinking cutlery and subdued chatter. Mew couldn't help but notice Gulf's delight as he savored the sushi and a playful smirk formed on his lips.
"You seem to really enjoy that sushi. " Mew commented, raising an eyebrow. Gulf, caught in the act of savoring a particularly delectable piece, looked up, his eyes twinkling.
"Oh, definitely! It's like a party in my mouth. You should try some." Mew eyed Gulf's plate of sushi, contemplating the offer.
"I'm more of a grilled seafood person." The senior replied. Gulf chuckled, his laughter carrying a warmth that resonated across the table.
"Hm, I won't insist then. Well, it means that I don't have a competitor with the sushi."
Mew grinned at the younger one's words. "Just tell me if you want more."
"No thanks, these are enough to fill my cravings." The younger one declined and took another mouthful of his food.
As the Mew gazed at the delighted expression of his companion, he strangely felt like something was telling him to know more about this fresher. For some reason, he was interested in this person.
"Would you mind telling me about yourself?" Gulf paused and turned to him, raising his brows.
"Why all of a sudden?" He asked and took another piece of his sushi.
"Nothing, just want to know the person I'm tutoring with. But it's fine if you don't want to tell. I won't bother." He blandly said as if he was not really interested at all, though it was a lie.
"I'm not that interesting at all, just a first-year student studying business to help my parents manage our family business. I don't bother engaging myself in any troubles, I just want to finish my studies That's all."
"What kind of business do you manage?" asked Mew.
"Hmm, wines. My dad owns an orchard in the countryside." Gulf answered.
"How 'bout you?"The fresher asked as he sipped on his drink.
"Am I required to answer?" Mew commented. Gulf shrugged his shoulders and began eating again savoring every munch of his food.
"Up to you. It's not that fair to just let you learn about me while you stay being a stranger to me." Mew just smirked, realizing that the walls that often guarded him seemed to crumble when he's with Gulf. He couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. It makes him feel light and carefree.
"You already saw my ID once, didn't you?" Gulf gave him a nod in response.
"And I'm sure you also heard other students talking about the handsome guy from architecture department. So, What else do you want to know?" The younger one immediately rolled his eyes.
"None." Gulf replied as he finished the last piece of sushi on his plate and took the last sip of his juice. With satisfied stomachs, Gulf signaled for the bill, but Mew cut him and insisted to take the bill instead. He also volunteered to drive back, requesting the car key from Gulf.
Back at the apartment, Mew parked the car, and they headed towards the entrance. Gulf, expressed gratitude for the earlier lesson and apologized for any inconvenience. Mew dismissed the notion, insisting it was not a bother. With a gentle smile, Gulf bid him farewell, waving before disappearing into the building.
Meanwhile, watching Gulf's departure, Mew couldn't contain his smile. Following the junior's figure until he entered the elevator, Mew returned to the parking space, retrieved his car, and drove away.
Inside the apartment, Gulf, fatigued but curious, noticed something unusual on the sofa. Despite the oddity, tiredness prevailed, and he chose to ignore it, heading straight to the bathroom for a refreshing shower.
Mew, engrossed in driving, checked the time on the car's clock. It was 6:30 pm, leaving him with enough time to return the forgotten guitar. Abruptly, he pulled over, glancing at the backseat in realization.
"Oh sh*t! The guitar." he muttered to himself.
Fortunately, the road wasn't too busy, allowing him to turn back and head to the apartment. Walking briskly to the entrance, he rang the doorbell, waiting for Gulf to answer. However, Gulf's delayed response led Mew to consider he might be occupied with errands.
Deciding to give it a few minutes, Mew rang the bell again, and when the door finally opened, he found himself momentarily speechless. Gulf, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel around his waist, exposed his upper torso, water droplets trickling down from wet hair. The lavender scent of his body wash lingered, indicating a recent shower.
"Uhm, excuse me. Did you forget something?" Gulf's voice snapped Mew back to reality.
"Err--Oh, I forgot the guitar." Mew admitted, and without hesitation, Gulf invited him in. Picking up the guitar from the sofa, Mew expressed his apologies and swiftly left, leaving Gulf with a puzzled expression. As the door closed behind him, Gulf felt an odd sensation in his body, realizing he had just faced Mew nearly naked.
"Damn it, Gulf!" he exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"OOOOOOOIIII!!!" he whined, realizing the potential embarrassment. Meanwhile, Mew, strolling down the quiet hallway toward the elevator, overheard Gulf's whine from his apartment.
Mew grinned mischievously, stepping into the elevator.
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Our Last Song
Fanfiction😍[EDITED]😍 Mew Gomez, a fourth-year architecture student who grew up being passionate about playing guitar and music abandoned his passion upon his mother's death when he was 15. Since then, everything changed, which led him to think that his life...
