Chapter 2: Gulf

                                    

                                          
Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I don't know what to do, all I am doing here is crossing my legs and sit in the couch. Everyone I see here already has a friend, I mean friends. All of them are chatting which leaves me alone here, doing nothing. 
                          
I don't know why I'm here anyway. P'Best asked me to come for audition, well, he's my manager, I cannot say no, because I know the choices he makes for me is the best. But this role I am casting for, Type Thiwat Phawattakun, um, I don't really get him sometimes. He says he hates gay, but then he falls for Tharn suddenly. I'm not sure if I know how to perform this well, not saying my looks. I'm not as handsome as all the other actors coming for audition. 
                          
Bzzzzz. That's my phone.
                          
I take it out and see it's my girlfriend. Oh no. Not again. She has been asking what I'm doing since this morning. And I simply cannot tell her I am waiting for an audition for a BL series. She will definitely kill me, not because she doesn't like BL, but I'm sure she can't make it to see me hugging and kissing another man.
                          
"Babe, where are you?" she texted me.
                          
"I'm having a meeting with P'Best, babe."
                          
"Ok, see you tonight."
                          
"Love you babe."
                          
That's how I end our conversation. Everytime. I don't mean I don't love her anymore, I still love her with all my heart and I would like to protect her. But now she's always hinting me when will I propose to her. We have talked about our future for many times, but then when it's really here for me to face it, I am still hesitating. Is she really the one I would love all my life? Is she really the one I am willing to spend with for the rest of my life? I take the answers as a yes, but I don't know why I just couldn't do it.
                          
Sigh.
                          
Suddenly, I hear a lot of screaming and running. I raise my head from my thoughts and see a whole group of people running towards a man. 
                          
"Mew! Mew! Mew!"
                          
I haven't noticed this man all the time I was here. He must have come in late. 
                          
Mew? He looks quite famous with such a lot of fans. But I don't think I heard of someone calling Mew. Mew. Mew. Mew. 
                          
Wait, I know one. He's called Mew Suppasit. The actor who is encountering affairs with another actor called Art. I heard the couple is called MewArt? Yeah, MewArt. I remember P'Best talked to me about that somewhile ago. It's like everyone on the Internet talks about this thingy. 
                          
So is this man that Mew? Mew Suppasit? I haven't seen that Mew before, but I hear people saying he's really handsome. He gets a lot more followers than me on Instagram. Now, this Mew is having his back facing me. 
                          
Turn around please. I want to see you. Please. Please. 
                          
Like I have said aloud, his fans all crowded to one side to take pictures of this Mew, which leaves a clear space for me to take a look at this guy. I can just see his back, but I'm sure he's around 180cm. He got long legs by the way. 
                          
His legs turn 10 degrees right, then 20 degrees, then 10 again. Now I can see his right side. His high nose, perfect jaw line and fuck, his nape looks so sexy. His hair that grows there looks more sexy. Fuck.
                          
Then, he turns his head and before I can think, he is staring at me. Right at me. Shia! This man is so handsome, like a beautiful sculpture that should be put in the museum. He's too handsome to be here, in the same room with me. I just couldn't take my eyes off him. He's still staring at me.
                          
I feel myself blush. Oh no, will he think I'm weird, blushing at a man who I don't even know, well, except for his name. Quick, Gulf, react, stop being an idiot, you're straight and you already have a girlfriend. 
                          
I stare at him and he stares at me. What is he thinking of? Does he think I'm odd? I froze, thinking what should I do. I pull my lips into a small smile. That's a formal one and a polite one. 
                          
I see him stare at me again. And then he moved his feet. Right foot. Left foot. Is he coming to me? What should I say? Oh damn, why is my brain not working. Please, what should I do?
                          
"Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat. Gulf Kanawut Traipipattanapong. Please come in," the worker called. 
                          
Fuck. Now I'm never going to see this handsome man ever again. 
                          
Wait. Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat. So he really is the MewArt guy. And he's gonna have the audition with me. Oh shit, he must be way better than me. He must laugh at me later. 
                          
Oh no.