Love and Hate Collide

Swayed♡

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆SWAYED☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

“What are you wearing?”

Gulf immediately covered his ears at Mil’s shriek. His voice was the first thing that greeted Gulf the moment he stepped into their classroom.

“Gucci shoes! Shirt and pants? Wow!”

Gulf ignored him and continued walking toward his seat. He was pissed.

The moment he woke up that morning, all of his belongings had been gone. In their place were expensive, branded clothes and accessories he had never bought for himself.

It felt like a dream.

One moment, everything had been normal. The next, his entire life had changed in the blink of an eye.

He dropped his bag beside his chair and sat down heavily.

Mil followed him.

“Where did you go? I went to your apartment, but the landlady said you were no longer living there. I was worried all night. I thought maybe you had been kicked out. You’re always welcome to crash at my apartment, you know.”

Gulf glanced at his best friend and simply nodded before dropping his head onto the desk.

He was exhausted.

Before he had even gone to school, he had already gotten into another argument with Mew, the owner of the condominium where he was now staying.

The reason?

Mew had moved his things without asking for permission.

Again.

Gulf let out a long sigh.

“I had something important to do. And don’t worry. I still have a place to stay.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Mil slapped his arms jokingly.

“I could have helped you! I’m your best friend. You can always count on me. Do you know that I even bothered Uncle Koe at the police station? I was worried sick!”

“I didn’t know,” Gulf replied curtly.

He dropped his head back onto the desk.

“You’re seriously unbelievable,” Mil muttered.

Gulf heard him and laughed quietly. For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

“Mil?” Gulf started, he was bothered and wanted to share his situation, but at some point he don’t know how and where to start with.

“Hmmm?” Mil replied without looking a him.

Gulf turned his head toward his friend. Mil was still staring at his phone, completely absorbed in whatever he was reading.

Gulf hesitated.

“I…” He opened his mouth, and later stopped.

Mil did not look up.

Gulf sighed.

“Never mind.”

That finally made Mil stop what he was doing. He placed his phone on the desk and looked directly at Gulf.

“You’ve been sighing since you got here. You don’t even have a boyfriend yet, and you already look like you’re dying. You’re going to run out of oxygen if you keep doing that, so quit it!”

Gulf rolled his eyes. He wanted to tell Mil everything. He really did. But he didn't want his best friend involved in the mess he had gotten himself into. He trusted Mil more than anyone else, but that was exactly why he couldn't drag him into his problems.

If he told him, Mil would definitely help him. That was the problem.

Mil's family was politically powerful, and the person blackmailing Gulf was rich and influential. If Mil became involved, his family's name could easily be dragged into the situation.

Gulf couldn't allow that to happen. He scratched the back of his neck and sighed heavily. He’s so bothered that he was already spacing out.

“Hey!” Mil tapped his shoulder.

Gulf raised his head and looked at him. He answered with nothing more than a raised eyebrow. He didn't want to open his mouth.

“The teacher isn't here yet. Come on. Let's grab a drink.”

At those words, Gulf immediately stood up and grabbed his bag. He needed to go home early. Mew had ordered him to.

Tss.

“Wait. Where are you going?”

Mil grabbed his hand.

“I have to go home early.”

His voice sounded tired.

“You always say no to me. Come on!”

Gulf was about to refuse again, but Mil had already pulled him out of the classroom.

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

Might as well go.

“Fine. Fine. Fine.”

“Cheers!”

Gulf immediately emptied the contents of his glass. The liquor burned its way down his throat, and warmth quickly spread throughout his body. He had missed nights like this. For a few hours, he could forget about everything.

The blackmail.

The strange arrangement with Mew.

The expensive clothes.

The missing belongings.

The secrets.

Everything.

So he drank.

And drank again.

And eventually, he completely forgot that he had promised himself he would go home early.

The bar was packed.

Music shook the walls, colorful lights moved across the dance floor, and people shouted over the loud beat. Mil had disappeared somewhere in the crowd.

Gulf didn't care.

He just wanted to forget.

A woman he had met earlier approached him.

“Let's dance?”

She leaned closer, her voice nearly lost beneath the music.

Gulf grinned.

“I'd love to.”

He followed her toward the center of the dance floor. They danced as though nobody else existed. The alcohol had already clouded his judgment. The woman's closeness only made his thoughts more chaotic.

She turned toward him and smiled. Gulf leaned closer. For a moment, he thought maybe this was exactly what he needed.

A distraction.

Something meaningless.

Something that could make him forget.

But even after several drinks, something felt wrong.

His mind wasn't here.

It was somewhere else.

With someone else.

He frowned.

Why was he thinking about Mew?

He pushed the thought away.

No!

He didn't want to think about that man.

Not tonight.

He grinned to the woman dancing with him and kissed her passionately. Everyone in the dance floor cheered on them.

Tongue fighting.

Saliva mixing.

Hips grinding towards each other.

He wanted some fun. A distraction to all his mixfortunes.

Meanwhile, Mew glanced at the clock.

Ten o'clock.

He had already called Gulf several times.

No answer.

His jaw tightened.

He knew Gulf hadn't been in class for the entire day. He had expected him to return home early. Instead, the i***t was nowhere to be found.

Mew dialed his number again.

The phone rang.

And rang.

He was about to end the call when someone finally answered.

“Wher—”

Mew immediately stopped. Music blasted through the phone. His eyebrows drew together.

“Where are you?” He tried to keep his voice calm.

“Hello? Who is this?”

That wasn't Gulf's voice.

Mew's expression darkened.

“Where's Gulf?”

“Ah, Gulf? We're having a night out at the bar. He's on the dance floor.”

The person on the other end laughed. Mew's grip tightened around the phone.

“Where?”

“Five blocks away from the school—”

A sudden shout came from the other end.

“Oh, s**t!”

Mew's eyes narrowed.

“What happened?”

The other line didn’t seem to heard him. The moron on the line just keep on shouting. “Wow that’s hot! f*****g hot, my friend! Wooooo!”

He shut his eyes closed. “What did you say?”

“Nothing. My friend will surely have a girlfriend now.”

The man chuckled.

Mew ended the call. He didn't waste another second. He was still wearing a black sleeveless shirt and black cotton pajama pants. He grabbed his keys and hurried out of the condominium.

By the time the elevator doors opened, he was already moving.

His jaw was clenched. His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he drove.

“You're going to be punished.”

When Mew arrived at the bar, he parked the car outside without bothering to look for a proper parking space.

The place belonged to him. The bouncers recognized him immediately and allowed him inside.

Mew ignored the curious looks from the people around him.

Inside, the music was deafening. Colored lights flashed across the room, making it difficult to see. But Mew didn't stop. He searched through the crowd.

Then he saw him.

A familiar figure.

Gulf.

He was with a woman.

The two were heading toward the VIP room. Mew's expression immediately darkened. He followed them. His steps became faster.

By the time he reached the door, his anger had reached its limit. He kicked it open. Inside, Gulf and the woman froze. Gulf was lying on the bed, his shirt already gone, while the woman was leaning close to him, about to open his pant’s zipper. Neither of them had noticed the door opening because of the loud music outside.

Gulf cursed under his breath. “f**k. Suck it babe”

Mew's eyes hardened.

He walked toward them and pulled the woman away.

“What the—!”

Gulf's shout stopped when he finally saw who had entered.

His eyes widened.

He immediately sat up.

“Mew?”

The dizziness disappeared instantly. He was sober enough to realize how bad the situation looked.

“It’s not what you think.”

Gulf reached for Mew.

Mew stepped backward. His expression was unreadable. “Put your shirt on.”

His voice was low and cold. Gulf swallowed hard. He felt like he was sweating though it’s very cold inside.

He quickly reached for his shirt.

He didn't take his eyes off Mew.

He was busted.

Completely busted.

Once Gulf had dressed himself, Mew turned around.

Gulf panicked.

Mew had seen enough.

He had seen everything that could potentially ruin Gulf's already complicated situation.

Gulf immediately grabbed his hand.

“W-Wait!”

Mew stopped.

He looked back.

Gulf's grip loosened.

Mew pulled his hand away.

“Follow me.”

Gulf nodded.

“Yes.”

Mew walked out first. Gulf followed behind him with his head lowered.

His thoughts were racing. He was afraid. Not because Mew had caught him at the bar. But because Mew now had another reason to distrust him.

And Gulf couldn't afford that. Without noticing he found himself crying silently while following the man man in front of him. He knew that Mew was just quite but he is already in a big trouble.

“Oh! Gulf! Are you done?”

Gulf looked up. Mil stood in the hallway with an irritating grin.The bastard was holding a glass of beer while two women were caressing his body.

He immediately glared at him and wipe his tears off. But Mil doesn’t seem to notice his eyes due to the lights. Instead he looked between him and Mew and winked at him meaningfully.

“Threesome?”

His grin widened.

Gulf nearly lost his temper. If things weren't already so complicated, he would have punched him.

“Let's go.” Mew's cold voice immediately ended the teasing.

He walked away. Gulf followed. But before leaving, Gulf turned around and punched Mil lightly on the shoulder.

“I know you answered his call!”

Mil laughed. “Hey! Don't blame me!”

Mil wanted to asked more but Gulf dismissed him and followed Mew.

“Sit.”

Gulf obeyed.

He sat on the edge of the bed without arguing. Mew left the room. When he returned, he was carrying a towel.

“Stand.”

Gulf stood.

They stared at each other.

“Follow me.”

Gulf secretly rolled his eyes.

Again?

Still, he followed.

They entered the bathroom.

The moment Gulf realized where they were going, an unfamiliar nervousness settled in his stomach. There was something strange about being alone with Mew.

Something he didn't understand.

“Strip.”

Gulf stared at him.

“Mr. Satan—”

“Strip.” Mew glared at him and said the word again.

The command was firm. Gulf hesitated before removing his clothes. He kept his eyes lowered, suddenly embarrassed.

Gulf had no choice but to obey. He slowly undressed in front of Mew, closing his eyes as he pulled down the pants he was wearing. Soon, only his boxers remained.

“I didn’t tell you to close your eyes.”

Gulf clenched his jaw and immediately opened them.

He saw Mew sigh. Mew reached for his hand and gently pulled him toward the shower. It was only then that Gulf noticed Mew’s hands and arms properly. He didn’t know why, but he found them incredibly sexy and attractive.

Mew turned him around and switched on the shower.

The warm water immediately brought him a sense of relief. Gulf closed his eyes, assuming Mew would leave once he had cleaned himself up.

But when he suddenly felt Mew’s veined hand against him, his eyes snapped open.

“Shhh. Relax…” Mew whispered softly into his ear.

He reached for the body wash and scrub. Every movement was slow and deliberate as he applied the soap to the scrubber. When he was done, he carefully began scrubbing Gulf’s back, moving toward his nape, neck, chest, and stomach.

Gulf was now facing him. He simply stared at Mew as the man continued cleaning his body.

Mew seriously scrubbed his chest. Sometimes, Gulf winced whenever Mew pressed too hard against his skin. Mew seemed to notice because he would sigh before becoming more careful with his movements.

It seemed like he was trying to remove every trace the woman had left behind.

Gulf didn’t know why, but a small smile appeared on his lips.

It was the first time someone had taken care of him like this since his parents died.

Well, except for Mil.

His friend Mil cared about him too.

But not like this.

When Mew was finally satisfied that he had cleaned Gulf’s entire body, he rinsed him thoroughly. Once he was done, he turned off the water.

Mew sighed and looked at him. He never took his eyes off Gulf as he reached for the towel hanging on the rack.

He gently began drying Gulf’s body.

But when he reached his center, Mew suddenly stopped.

He swallowed hard.

Mew placed the towel over his own shoulder and looked at Gulf. The tension between them suddenly became impossible to ignore.

He leaned closer, and Gulf instinctively closed his eyes.

Mew smiled softly.

Then he kissed Gulf’s neck. Gulf immediately tensed and tried to pull away, but Mew caught both of his hands.

“Relax,” he whispered again.

Gulf struggled for a moment before gradually becoming still.

Mew continued kissing his neck before moving lower. Gulf could feel his heart pounding harder with every passing second.

He knew he should stop this.

He knew this was wrong.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to move away.

Mew kissed his chest, lingering there as Gulf struggled to suppress the soft sounds escaping his lips.

A minute later, Gulf’s breathing had become heavier. His chest rose and fell rapidly, betraying how affected he was by Mew’s touch.

His hands slowly loosened.

Instead of remaining clenched, they instinctively found Mew’s hands.

Mew gently lowered Gulf’s arms and guided them toward his shoulders.

He continued touching him, moving slowly across his stomach.

A small smile appeared on Mew’s face when he felt Gulf’s soft, slightly chubby stomach.

“Cute,” he murmured under his breath.

Gulf opened his eyes and looked down at him.

Mew slowly raised his gaze.

Their eyes met.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The air between them felt unbearably heavy.

Mew leaned closer, his breath brushing against Gulf’s skin.

Gulf’s entire body tensed.

Mew smiled.

He knew exactly what kind of effect he was having on him.

Gulf closed his eyes again, trying desperately to regain control of himself.

But Mew continued teasing him, slowly and deliberately, until Gulf could no longer hide the pleasure in his expression.

“Ahh…”

His soft moan made Mew’s smile grow wider.

Mew became more confident, continuing to touch and kiss him until Gulf’s breathing became increasingly ragged.

Gulf tried to restrain himself, biting his lip to keep the sounds from escaping.

But Mew could hear them anyway.

“Ah… ah…”

The soft moans only encouraged him.

Mew’s own breathing grew heavier as he struggled to maintain control. His head is up and down. He even swallowed him sometimes.

Gulf could feel the tension between them building.

Neither of them seemed willing to stop.

Mew continued until Gulf finally reached his limit.

Gulf jolted and released a shaky breath, his entire body trembling from the intensity of the moment.

His manhood sprang freely until no more white liquids erupted.

Mew stopped and looked at him. For several seconds, neither of them moved.

Gulf suddenly seemed to realize what had just happened. He immediately stepped away from Mew. Mew smirked as he straightened himself.

“You liked it,” he said.

Gulf glared at him.

“No… I mean, you loved it, didn’t you?”

Gulf’s eyebrows knitted together as he stared sharply at the man standing in front of him.

Mew was teasing him.

Gulf clenched his fists.

He was furious.

Instead of answering, he pushed past Mew and stormed out of the bathroom. He was angry at Mew for taking advantage of the situation. But more than anything, he was angry at himself. Because deep down, he knew Mew was right. He had liked what Mew had done to him.

For the first time since Mew entered his life, Gulf wasn't sure whether the man standing beside him was his enemy… or the person he was slowly beginning to need. And that frightened him more than the blackmail ever could.

Author’s 📝:

“He wasn’t confused about his feelings. He was just terrified of what they meant.”

Thank you for reading🫶

~EDZA♡🖊