A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

For those who don't know him, his name is Mew Suppasit. He is currently in a BL series called "TharnType" and he was also in "What the Duck" the series.

Third Person POV

Mew tried not to feel too upset with the delay in his vacation. He had been scheduled to go on vacation a month earlier, but because of unforeseen events, he had to postpone it for another month. There was no point arguing with his manager. His manager always ended up getting his way. What was Mew to do.

Mew patiently fell in line behind the other passengers who were waiting to be cleared by the cruise ship attendants before being allowed into the ship.

Mew already had his ticket and passport ready to show to the cruise attendant. He hoped that this cruise ship was better or at least equivalent in quality of service and entertainment, compared to the other cruise line that he had originally booked last month.

When Mew finally got cleared by the cruise attendant he went inside the lobby to claim his cabin key from the lobby receptionist.

The receptionist went through Mew's documents.

"You are the second person to come aboard this ship a week late," she remarked.

"Actually, I am a month late for my vacation," Mew informed her, "I had been booked on another cruise line but had to cancel due to an important project that could not be postponed."

"Well, I hope you enjoy what's left of your vacation to the fullest," the receptionist said to him with a bright smile, handing him back his documents, plus the key to his cabin.

"Thank you, I certainly hope so," Mew said, smiling back at her.

Mew went to look for his cabin which he assumed was only a deck higher because his key number said 261.

He pressed the service button for an elevator when he reached the foyer. 

When the elevator came, he waited for the young man who was hurriedly stepping out of it to get out before walking into the elevator himself. For some reason the young man twisted one foot and almost fell if Mew had not caught him in his strong arms.

"Are you hurt?" Mew asked, not minding that the elevator doors had closed again and had left without him.

"I'm alright," the young man replied, tentatively putting his weight on the affected foot.

"Let me see you walk on both feet," Mew suggested.

The young man did so, and fortunately the ankle twist had not been serious and he could walk perfectly again.

"Thank you, sir, you've been very kind to me," the young man said gratefully, extending his hand to Mew.

"Please don't call me 'sir'," Mew said, taking the young man's hand, "my name is Mew."

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

"And I am Copter, but you can just call me Cop for short," said the young man.

"Cop it is then," Mew said with a friendly smile, "I hope to see you around again some time."

"I'm sure we will," Cop said, shaking Mew's hand. "But I'm just curious, this liner left Thailand a week ago, how come you're boarding it only now."

Copter had been eyeing Mew's luggage and carry all and correctly assumed that he had just boarded the ship. On top of that, Mew was still holding on to his ticket and passport and the key to his cabin.

"Oh my vacation was delayed because of an important project that could not be postponed," Mew informed Copter.

"I see," Copter said, nodding his head, "and what's your cabin number?"

"261," Mew replied.

"That's just a deck higher," Copter informed him.

"Yeah, I thought so," Mew replied. "Where were you off to in a hurry, by the way?"

"I was going to meet up with a friend in the dining hall for lunch," Copter replied, feeling a twinge of guilt for referring to Kimmon as just a friend, but what the hell, he thought, this was a cruise ship and temporary shipboard romances were very common and this guy Mew was radiantly, radiantly attractive.

When Copter entered the dining hall, he saw Kimmon immediately stand from his table, waving at him with both hands like someone who had been stranded on a deserted island waiting to be rescued.

KImmon cupped both hands on his mouth yelling, "No need to fall in line for your lunch! I got your tray all ready for you here!"

"How about drinks?" Copter yelled back.

"They are here as well!" Kimmon yelled, motioning for Copter to join him already.

"And what are we having here?" Copter asked, sniffing at his plate.

"First of all, you're welcome for getting your lunch and drinks ready for you," Kimmon said with a teasing smile at Copter.

"Oh, shoot, sorry, yes, thank you so much for having my food and drink ready for me," said Copter, "I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

"... and Love," Kimmon added, looking intently at Copter, making Copter blush unexpectedly.

"And to answer your earlier question, we're having Mediterranean couscous and tuna with pepperoncini," Kimmon declared, sweeping a hand across the plates, "and as for drinks I got you and myself a can of Heineken each."

"You know that I get buzzed with one can alone, right?" Copter said, although he was smiling.

"Well, then, let me get you a second one so that I can get you well and truly drunk," Kimmon said with a naughty smile.

"You are beyond hopeless," Copter said, still smiling and already digging into his plate. "Mmm... yeah, this tastes heavenly."

"But your 'mmmmm' tastes more heavenly," Kimmon said naughtily.

Copter looked at him wide eyed in shock and looked around the dining hall at their closest neighboring tables to make sure that the occupants had not heard him.

Oh shit, one of them had heard him and was actually choking on her drink.

Copter kicked Kimmon's foot under the table.

"Stop with the naughty remarks already," Copter scolded him.

Kimmon grinned unrepentantly as he popped open his can of beer.

After lunch, Kimmon asked if he could join Copter back at his cabin. Copter clearly knew what Kimmon had in mind, but the beer had made him sleepy. He knew he was buzzed, almost to the point of being drunk.

"I'm sorry, P'Kim," said Copter, "I really would like to take an afternoon nap, to sleep off the alcohol from my brain."

"Fine," Kimmon said with a disappointed pout, "but be sure to text me when you wake up."

"I will," Copter said before parting ways with Kimmon.

Copter woke up from his deep sleep, feeling refreshed, his mind bright and clear.

He glanced at his watch. It was close to five in the afternoon. Whoa, he had slept a good three and a half hours!

Getting up from his bed, he went to the bathroom to freshen up before walking out of his cabin, forgetting to text Kimmon as he had promised. Instead he made his way to the open deck, thinking of catching some fresh sea air before heading back to the dining hall for dinner.

Copter was tempted to stop by the vending machine in the foyer to buy some snacks and a soda but he decided to keep his appetite for dinner.

When he walked into the open deck, he saw a solitary figure standing against the railing, looking out into the ocean.

Copter did not recognize the person right away but when the person turned around at the sound of his footsteps, "Cop!"

"Mew! A pleasure to see you this evening!"