𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓐𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼

"P'Mew is admitted to hospital na khrub."
"Alai na?" Gulf dropped the fork he was holding as he stood up abruptly.

#GetWellSoonMew

"He's okay, he's just-"
" Which hospital? Tell me."
In seconds, Gulf hurriedly searched for the car keys and ran out of the house before anyone his family could ask him what was wrong.

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He hadn't noticed that he had gotten into the car, had started driving it and was on the busy Bangkok roads until a car beeped at him to move at the traffic light.
He hadn't noticed the tears filling in his eyes and his vision going blurry as he recalled the video on P'Nice's

Instagram story over and over in his head.
His P'Mew had looked so weak.... So fragile. And he hadn't told him. He hadn't told Gulf that he was this sick and in hospital...
Oh god.
His heart constricted tightly, it ached so much. He rubbed his chest with his left hand.

Why wouldnt the pain go away?

That stupid man. Working himself so hard, attending all those schedules without a break, doing everything to make fans happy, doing everything for his career and he would never just once stop and think about himself....

The boiling feeling inside of him was more than just overwhelming worry, it was anger too.
Angry at his faen for being the selfless man he was.
Why couldn't he be selfish for once?
Why must he take care of others, make others happy when he himself is.... ?

More tears glided down Gulf's cheek and he wiped them away furiously. There was a stupid traffic jam outside and he couldn't help the frustration tearing him from inside out.
He beeped horn once, twice, three times despite it being the middle of the night.

He knows it's improper. But he wanted to see his P'Mew. He wanted to see his love.

It was a blur as he reached the hospital, parked his car and flung through the doors.

"Mew Suppasit" He asked the reception, but his feet was tapping impatiently, his eyes skirting everywhere

willing the woman to hurry up.

Whether or not he heard the information was a mystery to him, as he bolted towards the elevator, his head full of P'Mew, P'Mew, P'Mew.
Reaching the private suite floor, he saw Moly and N'Stu discussing something outside a room.

Walking towards them, his legs shook. He watched as P'Nice came out of the room, bowed to the team in farewell before walking away and spotting him.

"Where is he?" Gulf asked sternly, but it was quieter than it was

intended.

"Nong, P'Mew is okay khrub, it's nothing serious he just needs some rest na." PNice reassured, rubbing Gulfs back.
Gulf just nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on those doors.

"How was he today Phi?"
His voice was smooth, but brutal.

"He- He was doing just fine until he.... Fainted." Nice registered the sudden turn of Gulfs head towards him, eyebrows furrowed. This was definitely a Gulf he hadnt seen before.

"And we took him to the hospital straightaway, the doctor said he's fine-"

But Gulf interrupted.

"Thank you P'Nice.... For being by his side until now." The words were genuine and serious and PNice could see it in Gulf's face. The love and the heartbreak from hearing about his lover like this.

Farewells were said, but not heard as Gulf walked towards the room,

ignoring the mutters of the people outside.He instead focused on the view that revealed itself.
A hospital bed. A white blanket. A blue hospital gown. A pale looking Mew with an arm over his eyes.

"Saphai." Mews mother called out, noting his presence.

Mew's arm was removed from his face in seconds, his face in shock seeing his faen with his black hoodie, dishevelled hair and home slippers enter the room.
And his eyes.... They were glistening, red, puffy...
Oh shit. His baby had been crying.

"Gulf...." He rasped weakly.

And that was probably the worst thing Mew could do at that moment as he saw the tears fall uncontrollably on the soft face he adored so much.

" Mama please leave us."
His mum nodded and she and his sister left the room closing the door behind them.

The silence that intruded was deafening. It was guilt, hurt, worry, pain spiralling in the air and cursing through them in a repetitive slash.

"Baby...." The older rasped, he tried to shuffle up the bed, tried to reach his hand out, but Gulf didn't move from his spot.

A small sniffle, a struggling chest.

"I hate you." Came the whisper from the younger's lips.
The sight that Gulf witnessed had tipped his overflowing cup to the edge. In real life, it was much harder to see the tired wrinkles, the dry lips, the IV line attached to his

faen's hand. And his voice.... The voice that teased and talked and whispered sweet nothings to his ear was barely there. Had barely any life.

" I hate you." Gulf repeated again, his hands fisting tightly.

"Tua-aeng please come to me..." Mew beckoned desperately.

He couldn't do anything. He couldn't get up and swallow his lover in his arms though he desperately wanted to. His body wouldn't move.

"Please baby."

One thing that Gulf could never bear was the hurt in Mews voice. The sadness etched in his face.

This was why he was always a good boy for him. Mew deserved to be happy always... Because he loved and took care of everyone around him unconditionally. He wanted Mew to know he loved him back just as much..... No.... Even more than he did.

Wiping his tears with his sleeve, Gulf took small steps to the man lying on the hospital bed. When he was within arm's reach, Mew grabbed his forearm and bought him to sit.

"Don't cry na." Cold hands carressed the younger's wet face, wiping the waterfall of tears that

still flowed.

"Why are your hands cold?" Gulf asked concerned and he took his faen's hand off his face and rubbed them, encouraging them to warm up.

Mews heart swelled as he watched those delicate hands mingle with his own. His own eyes moistening at the sight of the face

before him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" The younger sobbed, his red rimmed eyes flicking to Mew's.

Mew gulped. He didn't want to see it. That pained face.
So he pulled Gulf in for a hug, burying his face into Gulfs neck.

"I called you baby. I called you so many times."

Gulf knew he had, but that was when he was driving, when he had slipped out of reality and was racing in a maze.

"I told you.... I told you to get some rest, to stop working so hard I told you-" Gulfs voice came out in sobs as he hid in the older's shoulder.

Mew could do nothing but rub Gulfs back soothingly as his own face scrunched up in pain.

" I know I know baby... I'm sorry I'm sorry." He whispered. What else could he say? It was his own fault, he had been so determined, so energised to do everything that was planned for his

career, his goals and his next step but his body said otherwise. Gulf had pointed it out and whined about it many a times, but he had brushed it off.
He could do it, he told himself. He had worked so hard to get to this point in his life so he could do it. He should do it.

For his fans, for his family, for himself.

But with the weeping boy in his arms, the one he loved so much shedding tears in front of him....all he wanted to do was rest.

"You don't have to be perfect all the time Mew. We are human, we need to take breaks, we need to rest na... Please just do that for me okay?"

The pats were returned now, slow, soft on Mew's back. It was all Mew needed as he melted into the embrace.

"I will tua-aeng, that means you have to take care of your health too. You know how much you've lost weight." Gulf nodded into Mews shoulder, before pulling back and pushing Mew down to lie on the bed.

" First, you have to rest Phi. Go to sleep."

Mew was always pliant whenever his lover told him to do something. Because it's not always that he asked for something. And this.... He could do this for him.

He watched as Gulf wiped the last of his tears with a cute sniffle and started to tug Mew into the blanket.

It was love that shone in his eyes while he did it. Love while he made sure the hand with the IV drip stayed on the outside. Love while he carressed through Mew's blue and brown hair.
Love while he placed a parting kiss on his forehead.

But as Gulf turned away, leaving his side Mew clasped on to his wrist.

"Stay."

"P'Mew you need to rest properly." Gulf reiterated.

" You know I can't do that without you next to me."

Gulf didn't want to argue, because that statement was too true for him too.

The tension in his body dissipated as Mew gave a calling tug, a pout on his lips and his eyes hopeful. A small smile curved on Gulfs chestnut lips as he took off his slippers and went under the blanket next to Mew, adjusting themselves so

Mews head rested on Gulfs chest while he hugged his waist.

Slender fingers played with the blue hair lightly as they cuddled, both falling into a synchronised rhythm of breathing.

"Promise me this won't happen again." Gulf whispered, pecking Mews hair slowly.

"I promise na." Mew said pressing in further into the body that he called home.
And he meant it. He didn't want to worry his baby like this again. And he needed to be healthy. He needed to re-energise for his own sake and for the fans who worry about him constantly.

They both sighed, letting the atmosphere settle to a silent whir with only the distant car noises from the window accompanying them.

"We need a break Phi."

Those were the words that they had said so often but never took action on. But they had to do it soon. They needed it.

And with that weariness took over their bodies, their eyes drooped and their bodies settled as they fed each other their warmth.

" Yes we do... Let's go on a vacation baby."

-THE END-
Thank you for reading!
It broke my heart seeing Mew in a hospital bed and I really hope he and Gulf takes care of their health! I'm glad they have each other, but they are working too hard please someone give them a vacation!