A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. Hopefully, this long-ass chapter makes up for it and I will be posting its continuation (part 2) within the next few days.

Alright, first up: This chapter will be introducing our main leads inner demons - you'll have a better idea for the reasons behind their actions and all. Please bear with this narrative, even if it might seem boring(?) at first.
Secondly: *drum roll please* introducing the much awaited BrightWin ship drama!!
Yeah, I'm not sure how many of you are actively following the second-pair in this fic, but trust me they will have equal (or close to equal) importance here. So, better not skip their parts!

That's it. Happy Reading, Y'all. Please vote and share feedback if you enjoyed this chapter! xoxo

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Stepping out of the bathroom in a pair of black boxers and toweling his hair dry, Mew clutches at the open closet doors to contemplate his modest wardrobe.

His legs still feels a little wobbly, aftereffects of a blinding orgasm – he never experienced such a strong reaction and certainly not for a complete stranger (weird!) – and wants to rest for a while before P'Light comes by. Except, the normally simple task turns daunting in his chaotic mind today. Mew bites his lips, contemplating the vast choices in front of him. A row of simple and reasonably priced T-shirts and button-downs are hung inside, neatly pressed and in majority shades of white, blue and pink. There are also the occasional black and green shirts available in this mix.

The problem persists as seconds trickle by into minutes. And Mew is still at total loss on what to wear or rather what to pick as an appropriate outfit to meet with his Phi slash potential date.

It's just dinner, not a romantic candle-lit date. He reasons repeatedly against his anxiety-ridden conscience and bothersome emotions. Pale, veiny hands lingering near the far right corner of the closet, move to select a soft blue shirt and then pauses as doubts creep in once again. Moon-shaped eyes shift back to the pairs of white shirts and the bursts of colors in between: wavering about his choice.

What if he is wrong, though? No, no. P'Light would have said something if it were the case. RIGHT?!

Is Mew wrong in thinking tonight is just another friendly offer from the senior to have dinner together or does he want to be wrong in his assumptions? Still a little shaken from the recent run-in with the two alpha customers and err, his strange reaction towards the formidable guy (Gulf – a helpful voice immediately prompts), Mew elects to sit down while trying to make up his mind. His skin feels foreign and too tight for him. Simultaneously experiences his body running hot and cold, almost as if...

No, no. Mew's heat schedule is not for another couple of weeks. Whatever this is, the twitchiness underneath his skin, it is probably just in his mind. It must be.

Yeah... in all likelihood, it is merely stress and dealing with frequent scary encounters in the past weeks taking their toll. The strong alpha pheromones of Gu- of that intense jerk temporarily stuck on his wrist, right on top of scent glands (when he gripped his hand) also didn't help. Mew blushes involuntarily, his mind conjuring those impeccable features and a casual reminder as to how he accidentally jerked off to Gulf's glaring face.

'I must be either losing my mind or the pre-heat symptoms are setting in way too early. Too much stress and mental fatigue are known to jumpstart early heats after all.' Mew thinks shaking his head, restless and somewhat woozy.

Pacing around the tiny room, he settles on drinking water to calm his nerves. Just in case, he takes a suppressant pill to stave off an ambush from a likely irregular heat-cycle. It will be par with Mew's luck to have a surprise heat on the same day, he finally has a chance to try and see where things stand between him and his years-long crush! That brings him to his original conundrum and he's back to slumping dejectedly on the bed, head in his hands.

It isn't just about selecting the right attire anymore.

The omega is also confused on how to behave around P'Light when the older guy comes to pick him up later. His irksome feelings for the kind alpha have grown way out of proportion over the years and finally took a distinct shape in his mind, from a harmless infatuation to maybe, something more serious in the last few weeks.

Instantly undergoes goosebumps at the pseudo memory of the older brunet's strong embrace and soothing words cheering him up at his lowest moments. Mew didn't know then, P'Light's wonderful scent reminiscent of blossoming spring (certainly unique for alphas) and his steady flow of calming pheromones would become a huge source of comfort to him – turning into his second home. A habit he relies on to get him past the stormy blues over the following years. Even though the handsome alpha is physically away from him during this time, memories of the Phi and his earnest words of support were enough to encourage Mew to fight back against his crushing cynicism of an unfair world. It is because of the enthralling image of the approving and proud alpha in his mind that he never gives up in face of failure and does his best to survive against all odds.

So ... maybe this is about more than a mere crush or gratefulness on his part. God knows, he would've been lost if not for P'Light's guidance and company since that night in the hospital.

Mew could feel the bile rising up in his throat at the mere mention of that night he lost his entire family.

It has been years' since the tragic accident and the pain hasn't diminished even a tiny percent. He doesn't think it ever will. People say time heals all wounds but how does one get over becoming an orphan (overnight)? He squeezes his eyes tight trying to banish the fragments of the awful night which refuses to leave him alone. The life-changing call he received from the hospital, lateness of the hour and a ghastly downpour of rain as Mew stepped out from the cab – heart racing a mile a minute, stretches of morbid white walls, of running past the daunting hallways to reach the room where, where ...

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He exhales, tears slipping past his cheeks unnoticed. Sniffles, hiccups and shudders through the excruciating recollections – is emotionally and mentally drained before the nightfall could really set in. Would have easily succumbed to the waves of misery reaching out for him, if not for the promise he made to the alpha all those years ago.

P'Light's consoling words from that day echo in his heart – never truly forgotten.

Gently rocking a crying Mew in his arms, the stricken alpha had put Mew's needs first and remained with him throughout the whole night in the cold hospital hallway. Stood by Mew as paperwork and formalities were fulfilled – pretty sure the benign alpha took care of most of the bill too; and until Uncle Khai came by the next day to take over as Mew's next of kin. The Phi stayed with him through the literal worst and everything else that followed. The resilient alpha even stepped up to deal with the ruthless agents the debt companies sent after Mew, becoming a protective barrier against the grieving high-schooler and the harsh outside world. Spoke with the steady stream of adults on Mew's behalf and handled all the necessary procedures – taking on the temporary role of the omega's guardian.

To put it in simple plain terms, P'Light has been a pillar of endless strength and support for Mew to lean on. A kind presence that kept him together when all Mew wanted to do was fall apart into pieces – a lost and scared boy, suddenly left alone to fend for himself.

"I cannot even imagine how it must be like in your position, Mew. So I won't ask you to try and move past this tragedy. I'm sure you'll hear that a lot from others. But I will say this. Your parents and sister wouldn't want you to be miserable and cry every time you think about them. I genuinely believe they'd prefer for you to retain their happy memories and not get stuck in their loss, living a good life and doing what you love."

"I- I can't..." Mew choked, burying his head in the crook of P'Light's neck and hanging onto the alpha for his dear life, even as the Phi tightened his arms around his shaking body.

The inconsolable omega cannot imagine going on with his life for another day without his family, let alone his entire life.

How is he supposed to live in his home with all the haunting memories of his parents and sister. What is even the point? Why is he alive? Why was he allowed to live without them? Why wasn't he along with his parents and Jom in the car ... so they could all be together in death too? Why couldn't it have been him instead of his family? Why?

And as though he could hear Mew's internal monologue, P'Light starts mumbling reassures in his ear. The alpha is patient and determined in his mission to console Mew.

"Shh ... it's okay, Mew. It may not feel that way right now, or a week from now or maybe even ever. But the truth is ... eventually, it is going to be okay. YOU are going to be okay, I swear. Hey. Can you look at me, please?"

Cradling his face with those big warm hands and wiping his tear-tracks, the subsequent declaration P'Light makes – while holding his teary gaze – changes the entire course of Mew's life. He just didn't know it then.

"I cannot promise that this pain of losing your family will ever completely disappear. But what I can promise is there will be light at the end of this dark and depressing tunnel for you. Your parents and sister are always going to be there for you in your heart, guiding and looking out for you. So, please... promise me that you will try and make it, for them. It hurts, I know it does. But Mew, you need to stay strong and not give up... And, you're not alone because I'm here for you. No matter what, I will always be there for you, Mew – supporting and looking out for you. I want you to remember that."

Those few sentences are the only motivation he needed at times to push himself out of the bed and face the cruel world despite the crushing sadness on his bad days.

The same lines induce him to snap out of the harrowing montage and focus on other stuff, anything, to evade the looming darkness set shop in his psyche. Chastising for the lack of control on his emotions these days and walking down the memory lane so early in the day, he drags himself to the bathroom to wash his face and remove any evidence of his crying before the Phi's arrival.

After all, P'Light is right – his parents and Jom would be upset to see him this way. The only way, Mew can make them proud and happy is by living his life to the fullest. And he has P'Light to thank for, making him realise this fact and for saving him from losing his will to exist. Mew will forever be indebted to the generous alpha for being his anchor through the storms.

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Casting a disturbed gaze across the tiny bedroom, Mew stops at the beautiful sculpture of Krishna, the size of a small water bottle placed on the small reading desk. His cherry tinted lips instantly twist into a wistful smile.

P'Light had gifted him that figurine when visiting his current home for the first time. The alpha remembered Mew's spiels concerning few religious inclinations that he picked up from his late mae and how upset Mew got when the Krishna statue his parents gifted his younger self was broken. The pensive omega could easily recall his unparalleled joy at receiving this thoughtful gift, along with the pleased look P'Light sported that morning. This memory triggers back another poignant event he recently suppressed – when P'Light was there for him when no one else was – as an anchor and his personal life-boat to save Mew, as he was struggling to stay afloat after his life turned upside-down.

These nostalgic memories only served to increase his uncertainty regarding his present predicament.

On one hand, how can Mew not fall for P'Light after everything the older guy had done for him over the years – showering abundance of selfless care and attention at the drop of a hat – without expecting anything in return? On the other hand, isn't he being too greedy by wanting more from the alpha and ignoring the risks of endangering what they have. Shouldn't P'Light's friendship and mere presence in Mew's life be sufficient for him?

Who is he to even long for such fanatical dreams? The alpha is way, way out his league.

Mew should know his own place and stick to reality. P'Light is admired by many people and rightfully so. The benevolent alpha, although just a few years older than him, holds a proper well-paying job (unlike Mew) and has even formed his own music band to pursue his passions during free time. He's even performing gigs during weekends and after work-hours at local bars, establishments and orphanages, donating most of the proceeds to charity. Just as his name represents, the alpha has brought light and hope to a countless people around him including Mew. And the indebted omega considers himself unbelievably lucky to have met and continued to build a strong bond of friendship with the Phi.

P'Light always brushed away his heaps of compliments as nothing but Mew could tell sometimes that a few of them might have hit a mark. Maybe not in the way he hopes for the raving to sink in and express the extent of his devotion towards the elder, but perhaps enough for the alpha to get an inkling of his infatuation? Because it is impossible to avoid the pensive gaze the Phi wore in the aftermath of Mew's earnest proclamations.

A notification buzzing from his phone snaps him out of his reverie. Checking the text from the alpha in question indicating that he's close has Mew jumping from the bed and reaching the closet within seconds. He doesn't allow himself to over-analyze or work himself up. Just stretches his hands and lets his mind guide him blindly.

It is only as he stares in the mirror applying moisturizer, finishing the last touch-ups and brushing his hair that he even notices what he's wearing. It is a forest-green short-sleeved shirt with black skin-tight jeans that accentuates his pale milky complexion and slender figure. Forgoing scent blockers as an after-thought since he already took suppressants, Mew fiddles with the collar of his shirt. He already put in the contact-lenses, so there isn't much for him to do but draw the connections of his subconscious choice.

Green and Black are P'Light's favorite colors. He bypassed his own preference for blue to select this particular outfit.

Huh.

So, he really wants this dinner to be more than a friendly get-together then. He wants this to be a date or at least, needs the chance to see if something new can blossom between them. Well, this is surely going to complicate things.

Mew doesn't get enough time to dwell on the knot in his stomach after this realization. A knock at the door followed by swift ringing of the bell informs him of P'Light's arrival. With a pounding heart in his throat threatening to jump and escape the impeding overwrought situation in a dramatic fashion, he shuffles towards his living room to open the door and welcome the alpha waiting outside.

He can do this, he firmly tells himself. It is just a simple dinner and NOT A DATE with an old friend. Okay, maybe it is a complicated dinner date with a friend.

Shia.

What should he do... how is he supposed to act around P'Light?!

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Fortunately before the warm flush could completely spread across his sensitive cheeks and releases the coy scent of his embarrassment, Mew reaches the door.

Pushing own the sudden bout of jitters, he unlocks the bolts and comes face-to-face with a casually dressed P'Light leaning next to the door. His dark hair falling over his forehead gives P'Light an overall soft appearance unlike the alpha's typically side-parted mature style. Mew's breathe hitches further taking in the appealing picture of the broad shoulders draped in a loose unbuttoned black shirt on the alpha's toned frame. A faint whiff of his unique scent lingers in defiance of the scent-blocking patch peeking under the collar wrecking havoc on Mew's already susceptible hormones. Oh, and the hint of abs straining against the washed out material of the white t-shirt and the long black sleeves slightly rolled up to display a watch, outlining the lean-muscular arms is merely a cherry on top of a very, very delicious cake. For it calls to attention his golden-wheatish complexion, the snugly fitting faded blue jeans and the alpha's long, toned legs.

In other words, P'Light appears nothing short of a delectable seven-course meal and the omega suddenly realises he's starving.

"Hey."

It takes the smooth baritone to nudge Mew out of his dreamy staring fest. He ducks his head shyly, whilst also shrinking in mortification at getting caught so red-handed by the smiling alpha. Totally blames his raging horniness on approaching pre-heat, yup, biology is at fault here, not him. Mercifully, since P'Light is an amazing person, he doesn't say anything about his weird behavior.

"Oh, hey- er, hi."

Mew cringes inwardly AGAIN, clutching at the door. Could he be any more obvious?!

It is truly a miracle the Phi didn't figure out his pathetic crush before now. Wait. Maybe he did. Maybe, P'Light had known all along and simply kept quiet out of- out of good manners because he didn't want to put Mew in an embarrassing position of getting rejected?

Urgh! Why couldn't his brain shut up for two minutes today? Is it too much to ask to remain sane for ONE evening?

A smirk and a curious lifting of brow greet him. When Mew blinks and follows the action confusedly, P'Light huffs in good humor. "Well, can I at least come in or will you take this present off my hands from the doorway itself before we head out?"

Wh- oh!

It is only then that the enlightened omega notices P'Light is holding a small rectangle-shaped box wrapped in brown paper. Of course, the alpha came bearing gifts. He always did.

"Yeah... er, sorry. Come in." He shifts allowing plenty of room for the older guy to enter. "You know, you don't have to be so formal with me, Phi. I told you this many times before. You're always welcome here anytime – treat my place as yours. You are practically family after all."

P'Light turns to face him with an indescribable look, his dark eyes flitting with several emotions before Mew could pin them down. He finally smiles after what feels like an eternity, a rueful stretch of his crimson cupid's brow. "Careful with your words, N'Mew. One of these days, I just might take you up on your offer."

The perplexed omega scrunches his nose. Isn't that what he asked the alpha to do in the first place? Perhaps Mew should be more vocal about his appreciation for the older guy, if he is still this unsure about dropping by even after announcing it several times?

"Okay... I'd prefer it if you do." He shrugs when P'Light merely shakes his head in fond exasperation.

"Here," The alpha places the covered box in Mew's hands. "A little something from this humble guest for my delightful host."

Rolling his eyes and mildly scolding the elder for the unwarranted present, he eagerly unwraps the gift. "Tsk, tsk... you really don't have to get me something every time you visit, P'Light. It is not as though you are courting me..."

Mew's entire face is on fire. He hangs his head immediately as loaded silence takes place in the aftermath of putting foot in his mouth. Now would be a great time for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Fuck, what is wrong with him tonight? Mew is making one huge social faux-pas after another like they're going out of fashion. Wait, why is the Phi silent?

Is- is that what is going on...? Or is Mew as per usual reading too much into the alpha's courteous gestures?

He dreads to see how P'Light will react – will he be mad or laugh at his presumptuous thoughts? Mew startles when he finds the quiet alpha edging away in his peripheral vision. Is the Phi leaving because he is offended by Mew's remark? Looking up though, P'Light has wandered towards the side of room divided into kitchen space. Exhaling a breath of relief, Mew sags while keeping a watch on P'Light's movements. The alpha must not have heard the tail end of his comment, likely deviated by the half-done painting left on display and dismissing Mew's grumbling as rhetorical.

Phew! Thank god for small mercies. It could've easily gone sideways if P'Light paid attention and well, isn't so receptive to the subtext.

Best not to ponder over it.

He opens the plain-looking box while P'Light is examining the messy contents on the small dining bar, which basically doubles as his main working site. It is a set of paintbrushes – a name brand and quite expensive too. Exactly what Mew was planning on purchasing after saving up enough of his leftover income.

"Thank you, Phi." Mew sides up to P'Light and places the paintbrushes set next to a sheaf of papers. "You really shouldn't have, they must have cost a lot."

P'Light shrugs, still studying the bright blue canvas. "Hmm, you wanted them though, didn't you?"

"Yes... but, I'm fine with my old stuff. 'Sides, I was gonna buy them myself after saving some amount-"

Mew goes to add more but is interjected by P'Light. "The theme is underwater life, right? What is this unfinished black blob then? You're not seriously thinking of straying into the supernatural genre with this piece, are you?"

"Now, that's a thought!" He chuckles seeing P'Light's frown. Fondly rolls his eyes at the alpha's apprehension of the unknown, even when it is explored through creative lens. "No, Phi. I'm just in the middle of finishing a silhouette." Sighs deeply when P'Light shows no signs of relaxing the wrinkle between his eyes at his reply.

Moves closer to point the three small lines in silver painted diabolically far apart to indicate a reflective surface, Mew elaborates, his pulse going haywire at the proximity to the alpha. "See these strokes, here and here – they're meant to convey we are looking at the whales and underwater flora through a glass. The black, shadowy profile is supposed to be an unidentified person - referring to the audience."

P'Light nods, minutely letting go of his breath as Mew stepped back. The gently trembling omega observed this because he's done the same too. "Ah, I see it now. Got a title in mind for this?"

"Eh, I'm thinking of calling it 'The Aquarium Man'. It feels right with the concept I have in my mind."

The adorable scrunching on P'Light's face is back. "You mean like the Atlantis hero Aquaman from the DC universe?"

"What? No, Phi. This picture is about a normal guy, intent on protecting the environment and raising awareness on global warming through his acts of kindness."

"So, I am right then. He is a superhero – in his own right. Hmm... I'd love to see how the final piece turns out. Of course, just a simple snapshot would do if you need to forward it to the client immediately."

"Oh, this isn't a commission piece. I was just working off a random muse that's living in my mind rent free for a while."

"Hey, in that case since the theme sounds a lot like preview to a movie or a show, how about signing this piece keeping that mind? You get me? Like a pr-"

"Like a promotional poster."

They both conclude at the same time and laugh nervously avoiding each other's gaze. Mew is sure P'Light understood where he got the inspiration for this sketch. The page containing discarded working titles, especially the name he almost settled on (giving his secret away) is lying right there on the counter for the whole world to see, or just P'Light. It is evident from the way the alpha has kept steering the topic tentatively away each time it got close to dangerous waters. Thinking back now, Mew is convinced P'Light is being dodgy since his arrival which could only mean nothing got past his shrewd eyes.

Simply fantastic. His overactive imagination is correct then – the older guy is aware and just politely declining Mew's increasingly obvious cues without outright turning Mew down and putting them in an extremely awkward situation. 

Yup, just awesome!

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"How was your day at work, P'Light?"

"Ehm, you're still being hounded by the attorney's office?"

They again verbalize at the same time – Mew playing with the silver ring on his thumb finger and P'Light motioning towards the sheaf of uncovered legal documents placed haphazardly next to the art supplies. Mew was planning to burn the papers, like he did all the previous times these unwanted notices found their way to his home.

He blinks and addresses the Phi first. They both seem to have had the same idea to deflect and unexpectedly ended up synching again.

"Yeah, they never really stopped. I don't know what else to do to make them understand – I want nothing to do with it. Any of it. I just wish they take a hint and leave me alone."

"Have you tried meeting with them to explain in person? Maybe, it is just a misunderstanding... on both sides? You won't know unless you reach out."

The cynical omega scoffs. "Oh, I know what this is about. They just want me to sign those damn papers and place the culpability entirely on my parents for driving a car with broken taillights. Like it matters anymore. They are still gone. I just don't want to be reminded about that night. Don't want to know whose fault it really is – whether it is my father's for not repairing the car before going on a long trip or the selfish asshole's, who didn't have the decency to take a cab instead of driving drunk."

"I just," Mew has to turn away to stealthily wipe at his burning eyes. "I just want to be done with it all. I have no intention of suing anyone nor do I want any compensation money. Hell, I don't even want to talk about this topic, period."

He braves a frustrated glance at the alpha leaning against the kitchen bar and sees him studying Mew intently.

Braces himself to receive a lecture on closure and how important it is to see things like this to an end. Uncle Khai has been repeating this info since Mew turned eighteen and started receiving personal summons from the lawyer's office to discuss legal formalities. And he's been turning them down from the past six years – much to uncle Khai's frustration and disbelief.

Now, P'Light has never openly discussed his opinion on this matter other than to occasionally hint at Mew to keep an open-mind and to not make any rash decisions he'll regret later on. However, this is the first time they broached this subject again and Mew is curious to see if the alpha's stance has changed over the years.

"Mm. Fridays are usually hectic at work. We get a lot of last minute production changes that require approval from concerned department heads before we can work on altering the products according to new design. Luckily today is an exception. We even finished processing a massive order for recyclable and environmental friendly products on time and had no issues with the procurement team as well – everything transitioned smoothly allowing me to meet up with you for dinner."

Mew feels a surge of affection for the amazing man standing opposite to him.

P'Light has time and again proved to be a perfect gentleman – always respecting his choices and treating him as an equal instead of like a clueless, innocent omega that everyone in Mew's life is prone to viewing him as. In that moment, he could hardly form words over the swell of emotion bursting to break free from the seams. He feels seen, heard and most of all, accepted by the alpha in a way Mew only ever witnessed in movies while showcasing the beauty of true mate bonds.

"Um, yes, dinner. Er, we should get going... it will be late otherwise." The bashful omega couldn't help stuttering as he hurriedly strolls to the door. Wants nothing more than to leave the privacy of his home before he does something stupid like throw himself at the alpha and beg him to take him.

P'Light simply slants his head in agreement and follows after him. The night suddenly feels young and fresh with endless possibilities.

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Meanwhile across the town in a palatial three-storied house, a certain former alpha playboy is quietly pining secluded away on his terrace after returning home in a dazed state. Gazing at the stars, the somber young man is musing about fate, mate bonds and a beautiful omega who is destined to be his freaking true mate, thanks to some higher power looking out for him.

He has been experiencing a lot of new things – since running into the ethereal omega – this painful insecurity, impatience and indecisiveness that he's rapidly getting acquainted with is both gratifying as it is pure hell.

Gulf still didn't know what he did to deserve such an amazing person as his destined mate. In fact, he is waiting for the other shoe to drop – heart in his throat and palms perpetually twitchy with a need to either punch the walls or something to relieve his angsty frustrations. If the smitten alpha didn't know any better, he would have attributed his restlessness and fluctuating bad temper to an approaching rut. However, that isn't the case here. Although, their unfeasible chase has drawn to a close and they have a solid lead regarding Mew (Gulf simply loves the sound of his mate's name!) and it does seem like his bad luck is finally turning around, he still cannot explain the niggling sensation in the back of his head. A sinister voice cautioning him against relaxing and hinting his battles have only just started.

It does make clear sense when one thinks about it. And Gulf is nothing if not a practical man.

He is not expecting his mate to be a virgin or to even remain single to be honest. The very idea is preposterous, given how gorgeous and vivacious the younger guy is. Hell, it isn't as though Gulf himself has lived as a monk all these years. The experienced alpha knows firsthand how horny teenagers and young-adults can be. Even if he were to discard his own active sex life (from a really young age) as the exception to the rule, that still leaves a good three-to-four years where Mew must have found someone he liked enough to hook up with (frequently). It pushes his buttons and drives something blistering and ugly down his insides twisting him up even thinking about this. Makes Gulf itch with the need to punch something, to clamp his eyes and ears shut, as though, these actions would be sufficient to stop this train of thought and onslaught of revolting descriptions.

But they're not and it doesn't stop.

And nope, he is not jealous in the slightest. Nor is he thinking about hunting all those people down. Okay, maybe a little. But he won't be following through on these impulses though. Mew's past is his private business. As much as Gulf would've loved to be a part of it, he's not and there's no changing this. (Unless he plans to invest on new R&D for a properly backed time-machine project.) The only thing the brooding alpha is concerned with right now is earning the privilege to be involved in Mew's future ... as his mate and partner-for-life.

~

Based on the original Team's confession, which is later collaborated by a detailed explanation from Ohm, hell, even Gulf's personal experience of witnessing Mew's kind act – giving away his only umbrella to kids during a heavy downpour – all these evidences lead to the same conclusion. Mew is not just an exceptionally attractive omega but also a genuinely amazing person and a beautiful soul. There is no way in hell, this bright angel walking among flawed humans is unspoken for or devoid of admirers even for a hot minute. Chances are Mew already has an alpha (or a beta) boyfriend or a girlfriend. Obviously, the omega isn't bonded though – Gulf would have noticed the distinct mixed scents of a bonded pair if Mew was mated. Being an alpha with a sensitive nose, there is no way he'd miss something like that. This leaves the 'seriously committed in a relationship' part unchecked, settling some of the territorial alpha's worst fears.

Yet, he isn't fully satisfied by his calculations and hypothesis. Even if Mew has someone he's dating or interested in, Gulf is more than willing and determined to interfere and charm his mate into his arms for good.

That is not what's bothering him though.

He is not scared of competition per se. Even wonders in a nonchalant manner, whether another alpha or beta could ever stand a chance against Gulf, let alone be called his worthy opposition. Not only is he from a powerful and filthy rich family, the name Gulf Kanawut, even on its own holds a lot of sway in the business world and the Thailand's government agencies as well.

No. What truly terrifies him is none of these assumptions but his actual worthlessness before his mate, Mew.

Part of the reason, the alpha is damn sure his future love-life is bound to be complicated is because of the cursing received from his scorned lovers. The women and men he discarded like used clothes after a short fling or one-night stands, the ones who seem to be serious about Gulf unlike most, had plenty to say when he dismissively showed them the door. Their eyes brimming with tears as they cast a last, beseeching whimper in his direction, slumped and defeated, as they left.

He could still hear the echoes of their hurt words aimed at him during darkest period of his self-destructive spirals.

'One day, you will understand this pain, Gulf. You will get to experience how much it hurts when the person you love doesn't give a damn about you!'

'You're a cruel man Mr. Kanawut and you don't deserve love or to be loved. I hope you will spend the rest of your life, alone and suffering for your sins.'

'Rot in hell, Gulf. I will gladly offer up my entire merits, if it means you will be heartbroken and live miserably for the rest of your life, you bastard!'

'Some day, P'Gulf, some day you will be on the receiving end of this agony and then, you will get it. Maybe then, you'd understand how I feel now, Phi ... treated as worthless, once you have no more use for me.'

These curses (for the lack of a better word) and their genuine pain behind the screams have always haunted Gulf whenever he experienced a moment of self-doubt and desperation for an emotional connection. Before meeting Mew, he truly believed love is a foolish man's fantasy. His continuous botched experiences has cemented this notion till he became THE bad guy and had inadvertently ruined others flawless illusions of love.

And now that he finally met his destined mate and a possibility of happily ever-after is within reach, Gulf is petrified these brutal predictions from his ex-flames will come true. This sting of horror has been plaguing the anguished alpha from that fateful morning, he first realized his mate name isn't Team and whose whereabouts are hard to discover.

So, no, he is not expecting his courting to be a smooth ride at all.

He'd be lucky if Mew gives him a second glance and doesn't reject him immediately. It would be nothing less than what he deserves, to be honest. But then again, like a parched man offered a sip of drink and directions to the nearest source of water after days spent wandering in a desert, the zealous alpha couldn't help craving for more from his fated omega. Despite being aware of his awful shortcomings, he is still greedy to try and push for more – anything his mate would be comfortable with providing, Gulf wants to have. Even if it is just as a friend or a friendly stranger checking upon the omega from time to time – if not as his mate – then Gulf will gratefully take it. Anything to be part of Mew's life, in whichever way he's allowed.

But first, he should prove himself as a respectable and worthy mate near Mew and fight for a chance to court him. Get the wary and spooked omega to drop his defensive walls near Gulf to treat him as a potential mate.

Yes, these are his most important goals from now onwards.

>*<*>*<

The cab ride to the restaurant passes by in a comfortable silence. Mew is busy taking in the dazzling advertisements and towering buildings rising across the congested short-cut routes while P'Light has his eyes glued to his phone screen, frequently texting and answering calls relating to work. They reach their destination within a short time by Bangkok's (Friday) traffic standards and Mew is amazed to see they'd stopped at an old style Japanese restaurant.

P'Light has already reached his side of the car and opens the door while he is wordlessly admiring the venue. He blushes, the earlier connotations of a date promptly coming to his mind.

The same pattern follows as P'Light waits on Mew attentively while entering the restaurant and taking seats at their reserved table. He hides behind the menu to cool his heated cheeks and then nearly face-palms at his palpable body language. Mew shyly peeks over the thick booklet to catch the alpha head bowed and holding back a grin.

Arghh, Phi noticed! Of course he noticed. Shia. What should he do now? Urgh! Maybe, maybe he can try acting normal...?

Slowly placing the menu down, a sheepish Mew waits for P'Light to break the ice; all the while wishing for Buddha to teleport him to a different place, no, a different country altogether to avoid this cringing mortification.

"Ready to order?"

"Uh," Mew honestly had no idea what dishes the menu even contained and he didn't wanna reveal this little slip. Also, the prices! Shia, he didn't know if this place is reasonably priced or not. The peeved omega didn't want to put P'Light in a spot by wrongly ordering expensive dishes and push past their budget. So, he simply shrugs. "It's fine with me if you want to order for both of us. We share the same tastes, anyway."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

After placing a large order of all their favorites and requesting to be served with quick appetizers, P'Light folds his hands under his defined chin and resumes small talk. It is nice to sit back and let loose after the rough day (and week) Mew had. The alpha is a great listener and naturally charming to be around. And before soon, the content omega is spilling the tea about every plaintive detail bothering him from the past week.

"-and now P'Kaownah has me confined to washing dishes for the rest of eternity. Or until P'Tul says otherwise, which I'm pretty sure will not be happening anytime soon in this year or even the next. Urh, I really shouldn't have mentioned that incident to him. I mean, for all I know that guy is after someone else?"

P'Light frowns in response, a rarity in his presence. Yet those severe lines do nothing to diminish his handsome looks anymore than the sun's brilliance is (truly) affected by few scattered clouds in the sky. Huh, Mew must have a thing for intimidating glares because he senses a familiar heat pooling low in his stomach, just like he experienced near that Gulf- NO. What the hell is he thinking?!

"You were genuinely frightened enough to run and seek shelter in a crowded place, Mew. Whether your suspicions are proved correct or not, you did the right thing. Stop downplaying stuff to reassure others – your safety is the first priority."

The concerned alpha's firm admonition pulled Mew from the plethora of criticism swirling in his head rescheduling the process for another evaluating moment on another day. At present, his complete mental prowess is required to engage in yet another battle of wits where over-protective Phi's are concerned.

"No, I mean, yes, I get that it is better to be safe than sorry. I really do, Phi. Its just- P'Tul has overshot with his reaction to this news, Y'know? Nothing bad happened to me since that day. But from the way he is holding a vigil, one would think top-notch assassins are paid to go after me."

"I can understand the logic behind P'Tul's smothering routine. If it is really bothering you this much, then I think you should speak to him about it - ask him to ease down a little. Next time though, and I really hope there will be no next time but just in case, there is any issue then I want you to call me ASAP. Doesn't matter where you are or what time it is, okay? Promise me, Mew... that you'll reach out to me."

"Yeah. Yes, I will. I promise! Huh, Saint said the same thing too... regarding P'Tul, y'know. Though, take it from me, it is easier said than done."

"Hmm... it shouldn't be hard to convince him if nothing else happened after that incident. Nothing happened, right?"

The astute alpha is quick to see through Mew's sudden flinch, tiny though it was. He couldn't help the unbidden images of Gulf, the rich and bossy alpha shocking him out of blue with his hand-grab and soul-piercing stares when P'Light mentioned about similar incidents. Though this one definitely didn't count, it is too late to plead the fifth now.

"Mew, what happened?" No longer composed, there is an undercurrent of rage to the alpha's simple query – enough for him to fidget, wondering how much to reveal and if he could get away with brushing the question off completely.

"Whatever it is you're thinking - it wasn't it." Mew takes a sip of water buying time and luckily, the serving staff brings their order just then saving him.

Once the dishes are served and the beta waitress leaves throwing another hooded glance at P'Light, the alpha signals Mew to continue. Deliberately misunderstanding, he picks up his chopsticks to sample sushi and nearly moans in delight as flavors explode on his tongue. Squanders few more minutes to tasting the mouth-watering items in front of him, heaping praises and slyly tests to see how far he can push P'Light's patience. Quite far, as it turns out.

Mew was on his fourth helping when P'Light's chopsticks deter him from grabbing the last piece of meat. He narrows his eyes at the smirk directed towards him.

"I believe you're in the middle of explaining something to me." P'Light might as well be talking about weather for the difference his tone made – laidback with just a touch of interest to seem polite.

Mew huffs, recognizing when an attempt is futile. "It was nothing. Just some high-shot alpha customer pulling a fast one... or so it looked." Embellishes the truth a little, when P'Light didn't show any signs of leaving the matter alone. He sighs, fingers automatically fiddling the spot on his wrist in anxiety, a move the alpha notices as well. "I was serving a table this evening and this alpha, instead of using words to get my attention, accidentally grabbed my hand. That's it. He let go when I asked and apologized too. I was shocked but in the grand scheme of things, it barely counts as an attack or anything. There, you can get rid of that glower now, Phi. As you can see I'm fine."

Au contraire, the alpha's fierce scowl intensifies until Mew squirms, feeling hot under the collar due to its direct impact.

"He shouldn't have touched you at all." P'Light nearly snarls. He tries and fails to tamp down his temper, slackening only when seeing the effect its having on Mew. "Sorry. I'm not mad at you, Mew. But you should seriously stop making excuses for others terrible behavior. If that bastard gripped your wrist, where you're currently holding, then not only does it mean that knot-head was grossly out of line, he basically assaulted you too. Every alpha with decent morals and upbringing knows not to touch an omega's on their scent glands without their consent and force scent-marking on them. So, no I don't believe that hot-shot bastard accidentally grabbed you. Fuck, even ignoring secondary genders, nobody has the right to seize a person in that way."

And Mew, actually agrees with everything P'Light is saying. Hands down, the furious alpha is absolutely right. But how can he explain, after the initial shock and latent misgivings, Mew didn't get any sleezebag vibes from Gulf?

Okay, maybe he is not an expert at figuring such stuff through instinct alone. Yet, the omega has had his share of bad experiences to at least acknowledge his gut feeling has never been wrong regarding the good people he came across. That is not to say, Gulf isn't an asshole. Oh, he totally is. It's just that Mew didn't think he is a sexual predator. Perhaps, his attraction to the insanely hot alpha makes him biased to form an accurate opinion or perhaps, Mew is actually that naïve like P'Tul and Saint worries? Nonetheless, he is smart enough to shut his mouth and keep his doubts to himself.

Besides, on what grounds could he even argue for a total stranger when his actions painted a convincing picture of his flaws?

"You said he's a customer, right?" P'Light hums when Mew concedes with a quick nod. "Listen, if that guy turns up again and tries to hit on you or start a 'friendly' chat, just let me know and I'll take care of him."

"Urgh, I think that's totally unnecessary, P'Light. This guy and his friend are new to the café and I don't think they will return again. Most likely scenario, they lost their way and settled for our place just this once." The brunet hastens to dissuade the alpha before he gets any ideas that Mew needed further mollycoddling. He raises his thin hands placating the older guy and staving off further protests.

"Trust me, I think this is a one-off event. Besides, Saint and P'Kaownah will be there to de-escalate things should a problem truly arise. Come on, you can't just leave your job in the middle to check on me because of some creep. You will get fired for starters-"

"Mew!"

"Alright, alright. I will keep you informed if I genuinely run into trouble. I promised, didn't I? Now, I also need you to swear to me that you won't become another P'Tul. One is more than I could handle."

P'Light sighs, his taunt shoulders and deathly glares gradually retreating to his typical composed state. The thing is with the Phi displaying emotion so liberally, the sparks in his stomach danced in joy at finally receiving positive indication that maybe, just maybe, Mew actually has a chance with his crush. Yet, the second Phi's face morphs into careful neutrality, the doubts creep back tripled questioning if Mew is confusing platonic (and perhaps brotherly) concern with romantic interest.

AAARRRGGGHH!!!!

He is so freaking exhausting from all the emotional and mental whiplash tonight, Mew simply wants to go to bad and sleep for few months straight to recover.

Having said that, he'd be a fool to throw away this extraordinary opportunity to witness an edgy and infuriated P'Light in person. It is not often that the alpha allows himself to be anything other than a reliable entity and now that Mew saw him lose his composure, he's excited to see a more human side of this perfect specimen. It is there, underneath the several layers of responsibility and excellence, he could just tell.

This thought makes the omega even more thrilled to realize he's the person to draw P'Light out of his reserved shell.

Huh.

Maybe, he did have a chance after all.

>*<*>*<

Gulf is far from perfect.

The candid alpha will be the first person to agree to this statement. He has done terrible things and treated people who dared to cross him in a cruel way. This is an open secret – his friends, employees and business associates, almost everyone knows about it. These facts never bothered him before. Since he believed everyone else was painted with the same damaged brush too and is capable of evil acts when pushed into a corner.

In fact the only person, apart from his parents, that Gulf considered above these inescapable flaws is his best friend, Bright.

Although the football fanatic and humble alpha is quick to dispute him whenever this subject comes up, never offering an exact reasoning behind his adamant objections either. Just a vague line or two mirroring 'sometimes what you see is not always what you get, Gulf' and diverts this volatile topic like a reigning expert. Gulf always rolled his eyes at Bright's telling response, but now questions if feeling remorse is also a part of reason why the other alpha is greatly admired by others.

He has been vicious (more than required) in squashing his competition and foes. Never cared for who got hurt as long as he got what he wanted. Gaining the reputation of devil isn't so complimentary anymore, now that Gulf's planning to court an angel. He wants, no, needs to be justifiably respectable in his own right – what Bright said to him the other week really connected with him. Gulf NEEDS to be the kind of alpha, who can provide for his mate and protect him – not simply through his status alone – but as someone deserving of the precious attention his Mew would bestow. And he cannot imagine the incredible omega allowing such an honor to just about anybody. It hurts his ego, sure but practicality makes Gulf accept that he is nowhere near the required high standards as of now.

With his ever flowing flaws and bad karma, can he be forgiven by the universe in time to grace his mate's approval? If an alpha as benevolent and commendable as Bright is still paying for a past blunder, that he is not even truthfully accountable for – then what hope does a ruthless guy like Gulf have?

~

Thinking of the clarity he received after speaking with his best friend last time and his current troubling mind, Gulf spontaneously decides to come clean with Bright. He is going to tell the other alpha about finding his true mate and screwing up his first impression before his omega. Everything. His long fingers linger on the call button for a briefest second before saying, 'fuck it' and waits for the dial tone to end from the other side.

Soon enough as promised Bright picks up his call, sounding equal parts curious and guarded. "Hey."

"Hi. Um, are you busy right now?"

Gulf fumbles with his words, courage deserting him in the last minute. He mentally files away the low cacophony of indistinct voices and background din to swiftly summarize the workaholic isn't in his office. Probably outside on a client visit or a business dinner then, which means he cannot monopolize his time for long.

"Hmm ... what is it?"

Bright hums, good-naturedly indicating he's free to listen (and offer advice as usual) should he wishes to elaborate further. Gulf is again overcome by the same fierce emotion he felt knowing his friends have his back.

And, really what is he supposed to say now that he has Bright's full attention. Where should he even start?

Okay. That bit is easy. It is the rest of the story that Gulf has issues admitting to without losing face and his hard earned reputation as a formidable player. Even thinking about how he embarrassed himself by repeatedly making the wrong and frankly invasive moves on the spooked omega still grates on his senses. Honestly, kind of fears facing antagonism or worse, disappointment in Bright's tone after he recounts the incidents involving his mate.

He sighs, nails digging sharply into his clenched fist. Perhaps, having Bright berate his stupid actions will salvage some of his guilt?

Might as well just come right out and ask the pressing questions first. Depending on the answers, Gulf will reveal the information. Besides, this kind of conversation is best had face-to-face. Of course, he also rather have this conversation with Bright alone, without his other friends present. But, he will take what he can get.

Huh. That seems to be a running theme in his life recently...

"Are you currently in Bangkok? Can you make it to my home in an hour?"

"Why? Did something happen?"

"What? No, nothing like that. Er, just wondering if- if you're able to attend dinner at my place tonight. All of our gang, um, actually some of us are gonna gather here in few more minutes... It's been a while since I hosted a dinner party and wanted to invite you personally."

"Hmm, is everything alright with you now, Gulf? No more stress regarding the subject of our last conversation? I haven't been in touch, I know. But if you're ready and want to talk about it, then I'm here for you."

Bright's deadpan style of speech gives away nothing. Yet, Gulf isn't the reserved alpha's best friend since their diaper days for nothing. The usually direct alpha's non-replies to his inquiry itself is an answer. Shaking his head at Bright's thoughtfulness in putting Gulf first over whatever important client meeting the other alpha had, he settles on postponing his confession to another day. It is not an emergency and certainly not a code red situation to justify disrupting Bright's strict schedule.

Hell, Gulf isn't sure Bright is even in Thailand tonight; based on the random foreign phrases he caught from the backdrop noise. Unless the overachiever is multitasking by having a working dinner with his team at an authentic restaurant or something. Still, he couldn't resist throwing a dig or two at the fellow introvert regarding missing opportunities and devoted Nongs.

"Yeah ... it's resolved. Well, the major problematic aspect of it anyway. I don't want to keep you away from your work. Although, a few more minutes to pass on greetings from N'Win shouldn't hurt, right?" Taking the resounding silence as a green-signal to proceed, Gulf happily lays on the Nong's concern thick. "We miss hanging out with you, buddy. Especially Win. He has always been close with you and I don't think either me or P'Sing could ever fill your shoes when it comes to comforting him. Besides, that boy could use some guidance from his favorite Phi in the upcoming days."

The bait is set. Now Gulf needs to wait and see if the suspicious wolf will approach the innocent bunny and their intricate trap or not!

Lo and behold, he does!

Bright nearly trips over his words demanding Gulf to explain his vague statements. "What do you mean? What's going on with Win? He didn't mention anything in his recent texts-"

Ah, finally there is emotion bleeding into Bright's typically calm tenor, obvious as clouds on a stormy day.

Satisfied the ruse worked just like P'Singto said it would (over their drive) and patting his back for a job well done, he works on ruffling Bright's feathers some more. Jealousy, Singto insisted, worked wonders where subtlety failed to get the point across! Additionally, Gulf would be lying if he says that he's okay to hand over the reins of Brightwin ship to Singto. He badly needs the distraction of sporadically playing cupid for their friends to take his mind of the turbulent ride of his own love life. Has to take a breather, once in a while, to look at others' issues to gain a better perspective for himself. Call it a hobby or meddling in his friend's affairs, but either way it's a cathartic release for his overworked mind.

Also, Gulf desperately wants to be (somehow) responsible for Bright getting his happily ever after with Win. He owes Bright a lot ... for several things, since their childhood and this is the only way Gulf feels he has a chance of repaying him.

"Win didn't say anything to you? Mm, I guess he must be planning to deal with it on his own. Huh, maybe Win decided to follow P'Singto's suggestion. Yeah, that must be it. Forget I said anything then."

"Gulf."

Bright isn't growling yet. Oh, but he is so close. The short and clipped tone nearly makes Gulf chuckle out loud, pleased at least one of them will be making progress towards achieving a good relationship after tonight.

"What is it?"

The advantage to being a man of few words is that people will always listen intently when you choose to speak. And right now, Gulf hears the demand behind Bright's brusque query loud and clear.

"Erm, Win has a new admirer. A senior from another faculty had confessed to him the other day. I can't recall his name at the moment, but the alpha is a friend of Ohm and... Wait, I forgot you don't know Ohm. He is-"

"P'Singto's boyfriend." Bright interrupts before he could explain. His deep voice has descended into glacier levels of coolness now. "I met that law student when P'Sing video chatted with me after you fell sick."

"Oh."

~

Gulf feels awkward at the (indirect) mention of his public breakdown episode turned mourning season. Not that Bright knows what really happened. Actually, he didn't show any interest in even checking upon Gulf in the following week. His casual words reopen the bitter wound.

No. No, not this again.

Bright would have turned up as always. He simply couldn't because something important must have come up. Yes, that must be the case. Gulf didn't need detailed explanations or excuses from Bright – their bond is too close and strong to require such formalities – the point is he did visit and save Gulf from isolating himself in his rooms forever. Let's not forget, if not for Bright's amazing prep-talk he would still be either wallowing on lost chances or given up of pursuing his mate for good. So, really there is no good to keep dwelling in the past. Besides, when he finally reveals what went down during the time Bright was away, Gulf would have to deal with a very chagrined alpha berating himself and offering innumerable apologies. That hilarious image slightly lifts up his mood and gets him back on track.

Promptly chases the gnawing thoughts away to concentrate on reeling Bright's jealousy out in the open. This is good. Bright is finally responding appropriately and proving what they already guessed regarding his 'in-denial' feelings towards N'Win. As for Gulf, he is already feels better at channeling his energies into expertly needling a confession from his friend (any second now!), instead of engaging in a war with his inner demons about his less than optimistic outcome with Mew.

Nope. Not thinking this way.

It will work out. It HAS to. Gulf wouldn't settle for anything less. His pessimistic mind better stop with this self-sabotaging before he could even approach his mate for a friendly conversation and get to know him!

Suddenly these sneaky games they're playing with Bright regarding his closeted feelings for Win feels extremely stupid. If his suspicious are right, they almost always are, then Bright isn't as blind to their matchmaking attempts as he pretends to be. What started as an impulse to nudge his friend into confronting P'Singto and to kick-start their (postponed) agenda for the Brightwin campaign becomes a full-blown sketch.

Gulf has suffered enough angst and hell to last an entire lifetime throughout these past weeks. He has no interest in prolonging his Nong's torture when he's in a position to help and put a stop to this absurd drama. Lord knows, the poor bunny had to face years of torment, thinking he never stood a chance with Bright. This is ridiculous, considering the many incidents where he saw flickers of longing and repressed emotion in Bright's eyes while gazing at Win. Fuck, Gulf even caught undertones of arousal and jealousy in the alpha's scent whenever Win paid an iota of attention to anybody else in Bright's company; the alpha in question swiftly taming the pheromones down to his natural musk, before anyone could wise up and take notice.

To summarize, Win is in love with Bright. And yup, Bright is obviously into the charismatic and lively omega as well.

He just doesn't get why Bright is unnecessarily complicating everything. The emotional baggage due from his estranged father and parents' messy divorce has clearly done a number on him. That must be a prevailing reason for his spooked nature when it comes to commitment. Because Gulf doubts Bright is still harboring feelings for his ex or was unable to move on from the temperamental brunette. If anything, he is sure Bright is scared of ruining a good thing and potentially hurting Win to actually go out with the omega.

Eh, that would be par with his too analytical friend.

Change of plans. Instead of manipulating Bright into following mastermind P'Singto's design that is bound take at least a week or two to show results, Gulf makes his mind up to cut the long chase short to a simple conversation.

Perhaps it is the ecstasy of meeting his mate after Gulf reconciled to the possibility of never finding him again. Or it could be P'Singto's promises of orchestrating an unbeaten strategy to win his mate. Whatever the true reason for the boost of assurance and lowkey recklessness thrumming through his blood, he is seized with an insane zeal to make this happen ... tonight!

And what Gulf wants, he usually gets.

This time should be no exception as well. Besides, what could be a better way to get back on his game (and his assured victory in everything) than to successfully prompt his best friend into untangling his messy love-life. A friend, he thinks smugly, who has been better than Gulf at everything else except this department. So, it is equal parts repayment of old dues and fresh generosity from his side.

~

In the meantime, Bright is speaking in the same gruff manner oblivious to Gulf's short departure to the land of mortifying memories and subsequent scheming. "I take it Win must have met th- that guy at a P'Singto's party introducing his mate? How does Win feel about this? What did P'Sing say to him?"

"Um, he told Win to go for it." Gulf bites his lip and not receiving any immediate feedback except a harsh exhale from the other end, continues in a blasé manner. "And you know Win ... he has never been in a relationship before, so naturally he is bit apprehensive and wants to know what everyone thinks he should do. My guess, Win is a little curious and interested as well. Plus, Ohm confirmed his friend is sincere in his pursuit and P'Singto backed him too. They are both good judges of character. Besides, they say Win and that alpha could be potential mates."

There is a long moment where neither of them spoke, each silently hoping the other to make the next move. From Bright's side of the call there is an absolute silence, charged with a tangible strain, giving nothing away of his thought process other than blatant shock. Wanting to end this ludicrous charade at the earliest, Gulf pushes and prods, anticipating Bright will out himself sooner than later.

"I agree with P'Sing. Win is too cute to stay single for long. Since he is also a desirable omega from a wealthy background, the risk of vultures circling around him trying to take advantage is quite real. And I rather the innocent Nong is with someone we all know and approve of, instead of some stranger with ill intentions. Don't you think so, Bright?"

'Yeah. Say it Bright. Come right out and vehemently disagree with me!'

Waves of excitement physically thrash beneath his skin. Gulf had to pace a bit, keeping an eye on the staff working a couple of feet away to guarantee nobody is furtively eavesdropping on his conversation.

Few more beats pass and then Bright is carefully picking at his words, a forced calmness evident despite his best efforts to appear normal. "N'Win deserves a good and respectable alpha as his partner, yes."

'That's right. Go on. Admit you're the best choice.' Gulf thinks gleefully when Bright pauses again, seemingly lost for words.

Hears another exhale and a soft ruffling, as though Bright is raking a hand through his dark hair. Gulf holds his breath, anxiety hitting the roof at the signs he is finally getting the emotionally closed-off Bright Vachirawit to admit he has a thing for Win.

'Aha! Suck it, Singto. Guess who is not an idiot, after all!'

"Hmm, so you and P'Singto agree this friend of Ohm is a good choice for Win. I trust both your judgments on this subject. If this alpha guy is treating Win with the love and respect he deserves, then I don't see why Win shouldn't go for it. If P'Sing is right and they also happen to be potential mates, then it isn't really surprising that Win is finally showing interest in dating. I wish Win both luck and happiness with his alpha."

WHAT?

Seriously, what the hell just happened? How did this go down in flames so fast?

Gulf blinks and swears mentally. Crestfallen that he pushed Bright too far and got this unexpected outcome contrary to the guy's actual feelings on this subject. Tries his best to do damage control before things become infinitely worse – Bright isn't supposed to give his blessing, dammnit – he is meant to rage at them for daring to push his omega into the arms of another alpha!

"Erm, I- uh, I don't think Win is sure about dating this guy yet. Umm, he is still debating on this subject, Bright. Win would obviously come to you before taking any serious decision. You know, how much he looks up to you and values your opinions. Also, I'm not convinced they are potential mates. I mean, Win clearly has more chemistry with you and obviously adores you. Hell, I think you guys might be-"

"I second P'Singto's opinion." Bright cuts in bluntly, talking over his words and pretending to miss where Gulf is going with his statements. "I don't know Ohm personally to put weight on his words, but if P'Sing believes his boyfriend's friend is good enough for Win, then I trust him. I'd offer the same advice to Win as well – to give dating this person a chance, potential mates or not."

"What? No. Liste-"

Gulf unsuccessfully tries to interrupt but Bright is not having it. Exasperation mingled with undertones of something indefinable replaces his faux casual tone in an instant.

"No, Gulf. You listen to me. I don't want to repeat this conversation again. And I definitely don't want you or Mild or in fact, anyone else to meddle in this matter. Don't bring this up near Win and give him false hopes. There is NO me and him, alright. It will NEVER happen. The sooner you guys realize it and let Win move on from his silly infatuation phase, the better it will be for everyone involved. I don't- I only see Win as my Nong and nothing else. Whether you choose to believe me or not is your business, not my problem. But please ... don't sabotage Win's future happiness by allowing him to think there is a future with me, when there isn't."

Saying Gulf is shell-shocked over Bright's angry tirade would be an understatement.

He always kind of suspected that the other alpha is playing dumb whenever they insinuate Win's feelings and their potential match. No one is that oblivious and dense, let alone an honors graduate student, currently managing his family business and yielding notable profits for every consequent fiscal years. But to hear Bright openly turn down Win and in such a harsh way, well, it makes Gulf's blood boil. He is quite fond of N'Win and has taken him under his wing since they shared mutual grievances of their disastrous pining selves. He cannot take Bright's dismissal of Win lightly, not when it is clear he is lying about viewing Win in only a platonic sense.

Screw playing nice and sticking to the damn plan, it's not his forte anyway!

"Are you looking down on Win?" He draws a deep breath to push past Bright's startled hissing and continues with his accusations. Gulf needs to be brutal and unforgiving to get to the bottom of the real issue hindering Bright from accepting Win's unconditional love.

"No! I would never-" He groans before mumbling something unintelligible under his breath. "Look, it won't work, alright. Trust me, it is better for the kid to let go of this foolish fantasy."

"Which is it, Bright? Do you think of Win as only a kid or do you actually consider him as below your standing to date? Because I'm not a fool to believe even for a second that you're not attracted to him. Wait, don't tell me you're still hung up over Pam cause th-"

"Don't." The single word is spit out with an animalistic growl.

Whether Bright is frothing at the mouth and revealing his primal alpha nature, a rare occurrence is due to bringing up his ex-girlfriend's name or for besmirching Win is up for a toss. If he has to choose, Gulf would cite both options as equal offenders. He smirks, reveling in finally getting to release the remarks stuck unacknowledged between them for so long. Leans against the cold railing and simply expels earnest pleas disguised as acidic retorts to get his stoic idiot friend to react.

"Why not? It doesn't take a genius to connect the dots. After that fiasco with Pam, you never even dared to look at another person in a romantic context until Win came along. Oh, you can deny it all you want but me and every single one of our friends could see right past your bullshit. Except, they think you're in denial. But that isn't the case, is it?"

"You're wrong. I don't... You're wrong about this."

The weak protests and a weaker conviction propels Gulf to finish what he started. He hates himself for what he's about to say next but it is necessary evil. And if gets Bright to yeet the last of his defenses and open up to him, then it is damn well worth it.

"Oh, so you only want to fuck him then. Is that why you're always keeping Win by your side and yet refuse to acknowledge his feelings? Because you're scared the kid might demand you to take responsibility, huh. Just being a good Phi to him are you? So fucking magnanimous on your part - not giving into your momentary urges!"

It is easy to rile Bright up. Their exchanges lately ending up as conflict of wills, more often than not. It is a sad reality that some friends tend to drift apart as time goes by – Gulf just never thought he and Bright would be heading this way. Nonetheless, his keeps up the scathing remarks deriving a sick sense of satisfaction in hurting both Bright and himself – there is a high possibility their friendship might not come back, unscathed from this fight. But he keeps going like a man possessed.

"Ai'Bright, tell me. Is it fun leading the poor guy along all this time? Are you waiting for N'Win to snap and do something drastic? Perhaps you are looking forward for him to beg you. Offer himself to you on your terms ... settling to be your fuck-toy instead of moving on to a healthy relationship. Don't tell me you already fucked him and gotten bored. I must say, didn't think you had it in you to be so cruel. Or maybe you're this way only to Win..."

"Shut the fuck up! Just, shut up. Don't fucking talk about Win like that."

"Why? Am I wrong?"

"I'm not you, Gulf. I don't casually sleep around with whoever strikes my fancy, even going to any lengths to seduce them. And Win is not the kind of person, who sacrifices his self-respect either." Bright is struggling to control his temper after his initial wrath is unleashed. That much is apparent. "It- I'm not a fool and your strategy is not going to work. Because there is nothing to reveal, no grand secrets like you're envisioning. I'm just not interested in Win like that. Mm, I might have been attracted to him once - Win is an exceptionally good-looking, single omega - there is nothing special about it. But that's it. I've no interest in getting into a relationship with Win now or ever. Besides ... he needs to find an alpha worthy of him and umm, that's not me."

"Bull-fucking-shit. If Win isn't the problem here, then obviously Pam is. Fuck, Bright! How long are you even planning on beating yourself up because of that bitch, eh? I can't believe you are allowing your issues with that girl stop you from embracing an amazing future with a potential mate. You doing a huge disservice to both yourself and Win, I hope you can see that. Shia. You are still letting her ruin your life because of a stupid thing in the past, don't you get that?"

"I don't. Want to. Talk about. This. My past with Pam doesn't concern you or anybody else, Gulf – it is my personal business. As for Win, I sincerely hope what you said about Ohm's friend is true and that he'll choose to heed P'Singto's advice. I really need to go now. Don't bother contacting me unless it is an actual emergency, Gulf. And no, Win going out with someone else doesn't count. Good Night."

There is a finality to the disgruntled alpha's declaration as he hangs up the call, that leaves no room for further discussion or doubts. Yet all Gulf could focus on was: his claims about his ex-girlfriend drama weren't met with a resounding 'NO'. Neither did it escape his notice that Bright didn't correct his assumption regarding Win being Bright's potential mate either.

Hmm.

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A/N: Please excuse any typos and errors - pulled off few late nights to finish this chapter and didn't get enough time to edit properly. Decided to break this update into 2 parts when the word count exceeded by a fair amount. I will drop by later to fix mistakes when I get some free time.

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