Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat is a cold, hot-tempered, unromantic and ambitious superstar. Born in a super-rich family as the son of his father's first wife, he always hated his father for having two women in his life and a stepbrother who was one year...
Ahhh, I finally....! Yesterday I was just laying on my bed, doing NOTHING, and watched Netflix the whole day until I don't know what to watch anymore. ( I swear... doing my Thai homework, then cooking, then baking, then having sex, then reading NoKla translation, then eating, then having another sex, then sleeping... were NOTHING, I swear😈😈😈).
After a day of holiday in a week, now I finally can take a deep breath, sit in front of my laptop, and thinking what to write. Oh brain, please don't stop working... I promised I will not take anymore holiday. Just cooperate, okay... 😭😭😭
P.S: Sit back and relax. There won't be anything harsh and heavy in this chapter (I promise we will start the angst again by the next chapter. 😂😂😂). Enjoy the song. It was fun and seriously, it kept rolling in my head for quite sometimes!
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Sunlight slowly enters through the window where the Gulf is being treated. Gulf slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were a little blurry, but after he blinked for a couple of times, his eyesight returned to normal. He wandered his eyes around and saw himself lying in a place he couldn't recognize. Is this... a hospital?
He turned his head slowly to see Newwie was sleeping on the chair near his bed.
"Newwie...", hoarsely, he called Newwie's name.
Newwie jolted in surprise and rushed to check on Gulf.
"You woke up...", he tried to check Gulf's body temperature and everything was normal. He sighed in relief, "Thank God..."
"What happened to me?"
"Doctor said there was nothing to worry about. Excessive stress and irregular eating schedule have provoked your chronic gastritis...", Newwie sighed, "Damn! I should be blamed for this..."
Gulf threw him a small laugh as he tried to sit on his bed, "Compensate me, buy me good food. I crave grilled meat..."
Newwie scoffed, "No! The doctor has said that for a week or so, you will need to eat healthily, no oil, no fried things, no spicy things... or sour... or-"
"Stop it!", Gulf sighed desperately, "I prefer you to kill me instead!"
"Gulf...", Newwie slapped Gulf's head slowly.
"Ouch!", Gulf yelled in annoyance, "It hurts! I'm still a sick person, remember?"
"You still can feel any pain?", Newwie snorted in annoyance. "Surprised, surprised..."
"Hey, Newwie..."
"Huh?"
"How did I ended up here?"
"Err... what do you think?"
Gulf gave it a thought for a while. He was in dilemma but he could feel that last night, he heard his voice, calling his name. Wasn't it Mew's?
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