so, who’s taking the couch?
@umsoyi
it all starts with him having nothing but exactly eight bottles of chamisul on the shelf part of his mini fridge. there’s also a can of beer lazily swathed up with saran wrap and a half-eaten convenience store sausage, including a sad excuse of a dosirak box in the way back (probably expired by now– wait, is that mold?). aiden briefly considers making a series just on pictures of his fridge at this point, naming it ‘whatever fills the void.’
hey, that’s kind of edgy.
okay, he’s not starving for food, though, that’s the thing. he’s snagged some leftover from hyebin’s place just a few hours ago, and while he wouldn’t mind grabbing something more to snack on– he’s mostly starving for another one of those drunk antics with the girl next door. so upon soyi’s request, he lazily swipes through the delivery app to complete an order of fried chicken before making a quick stroll to the nearest CU, balancing out the exceedingly large amount of soju with an armful of beer cans. foolproof.
by 7PM, he’s already beeped himself into soyi’s one-room. it’s all routine at this point: grabs a lift-top table by the wall to lazily prop it open with a foot, lays everything down, then offers himself hospitality on her couch all too comfortably.
“you’re late. you cheating on me, babe?”
he welcomes her without a glance when the door clacks to a close, eyes on his phone and unfaltering. he finds it funny, the way he’s scripted things out like he’s some housewife(husband) who’s been waiting for his busy spouse’s return. good thing soyi’s a good sport about it, though it’s highly unlikely that he’d quit on the act in any event. that’s just how it goes for aiden and the two: all a horseplay, and nothing less.
