Rolling the dice, Chanhyun couldn’t help but also roll her eyes at the younger man as she moved her playing piece along the board.
She loved Reef. He was adorable and sweet and precious and there was nothing she could hold against him because he was so endearing. Nothing aside from the offending red piece of plastic atop the dark blue strip on the board game in front of them, which demanded her to fork over hard earned money.
“Reef, my sweet friend,” Chanhyun exhaled, gingerly picking up her stack of thin orange sheets of paper and counting out four, but not handing them over to him, just yet. “Taking $2000 from me every single time I happen to land on Boardwalk has nothing to do with making the world a better place. Making the world a better place would involve destroying that hotel or giving me Boardwalk so I can complete my collection of that entire street and get my money back!”
She’s only like this because it seemed every damn time she rounded the map, this happened and Reef was getting rich off nothing. All because he possessed the deed card that she so desperately wanted.
“And you’re obviously not going to give it to me, because that would be both stupid and giving up your chances of winning—which I know you want to do. No one doesn’t want to win in Monopoly.”
a time-honored tradition this was.
ever since the two were younger, back in the days in which younger chanhyun babysat an even younger reef, he’d made an effort to purchase one property on the monopoly board, a disyllabic word no doubt triggering to any veteran of the game: boardwalk.
not just boardwalk. he’d put hotels on it, and multiple. he was the nicest kid, and he still is, and perhaps watching the money due double, triple, quadruple was his outlet for any pent-up negativity. in all honesty, if charging chanhyun out of house and home in monopoly cash is the worst thing the boy does in his lifetime, it’s unlikely that anyone would be surprised.
“you know, i am making the world a better place,” he began, counting the orange bills. “at least i am for the people on boardwalk!” then his voice takes on the tone of a salesman, imitating the diction of television infomercials. “life is good on the boardwalk! taxes have never been lower, the air is clear, the sea breeze is breathing new life into the residents!”
of course, a few sentences is never enough for reef, and chanhyun knows it. there’s a rather exaggerated, feigned gasp that leaves his lips, right hand pressed to his chest in a look of melodramatic shock. “destroy the hotel?! you want me to rid the innocent civilians of their only living quarters?! tsk, tsk.. and to think, i thought you were nice!”
as always, he’s only teasing. though, just in case she had failed to note this, he reached over the table - being mindful of the expertly placed chance and community chest cards that lie atop the board so as not to disturb them - after pressing his index and middle finger to his puckered lips, placing them against her cheek in an indirect kiss of sorts. “mwah! you know you love me!”
