49 PLAY HOUSE (1/2)
Our dinner was a sumptuous one. Only, Minho was shooting daggers at me now and then. But, there's food so, still good.
After dinner, we discussed our living arrangements.
”Uh Minho, are you really sure about this?”
”Honestly, I really don't know. But what's the harm in it? We have been living together in that cabin and it was good. I just feel incomplete whenever you're not by my side.”
”Maybe because you were used to be with me until we sleep.”
”I guess so.”
”So, why don't we do a schedule for this. Maybe on tuesdays, thursdays and weekends in your place. And the rest of the week in mine. How's that?”
”Why here on weekends?”
”You have internet connection.”
”Goodness Cass. Okay fine whatever you want.”
”Hey you don't want it?” I moved closer so I could touch his face.
”No. I still can't grasp your way of thinking and I'm stupefied everytime.”
I laughed. ”Well, it takes years for you to learn. But you really don't have to do that. Just be surprised everytime.”
”Maybe.” He shrugged. ”So, its the weekend. So you're staying here?”
I smiled mischievously. ”Uh-huh. But there's a tiny problem.”
His brows furrowed. ”What is it?”
”I really don't have a toothbrush, undergarments and clothes.” and sighed.
”Okay lets go to a convenience store. We'll buy everything you need. And as for clothes, you can borrow mine.”
”Yippeeee!” I jumped up in joy. I really don't know why girls love wearing their guy's clothes. But, one thing's for sure, I'm really loving our play house thing. Weeeeeee~
***
As we were traveling back home, oh god, home! It's so wonderful to hear. I just can't whew. Okay. Let's go back to the situation at hand.
So, on the way back, Minho was spewing lava at me. Because you know, he's super mad. I just bought a lot of junk food.
”Tell me, why did you buy these stupid, junk foods?”
”Because I'm binge watching an anime tonight. Care to join?” I answered nonchalantly.
”And why is it necessary to have junk food as your companion? You have me!”
I grinned. ”Hmmmm. So you're willing to be eaten?”
”What?! NO! That's not what I meant! Urgh!”
I just laughed it off. Well, I was feeling guilty, but old habits die hard.
When we arrived home, Minho was grumbling about me being unhealthy on weekends.
”Minho, if you're so mad about this, you should have stopped me at the store.”
”How was I supposed to stop you? As soon as I entered the store, you were already paying at the counter.”
He plopped down the couch, his arms spread at the back of the couch, legs sprawled forward. A defeated stance.