Roommates ~ Red son x mk

Dinner (again)

MK POV:

Seeing Red Son again was hard. So was getting a new roommate, but I needed one and Tim was there. He's nice enough, though I don't know him super well. Not as much as I knew Red Son.

It's fine though. I have to move on. I can't keep being stuck on Red Son. At least, that's what Mei tells me. I'll take her advice.

It was hard, going through the day without him. But it will be fine. I'm home now. I go in my room to work on homework. I hear a knock at the door, and go out of my room to answer the door.

"I got it," Tim calls, but I stand behind him to see who it is.

The door opens. Red Son is standing there, wearing his signature red jacket. His hair is slicked back into a ponytail. He's holding a golden bouquet. A small, stupid part of me hopes this is for me, but I quickly register that it's for Tim. My heart drops into my stomach. It's all for Tim.

"Are those for me?" Tim asks playfully. I'm annoyed. No they're for me.

"Yes- only if you want them, of course!" Red Son says. I should be the one making him flustered.

Tim smiles, "let's go."

Red Son offers Tim his arm. Tim grasps the flowers in one hand, looping his other arm through Red Son's. I want to be Tim so bad.

"Have fun," I say awkwardly as I shut the door. As soon as the door is closed, I sink to my knees and cry. That should have been me. How could one night ruin it all, ruin everything we had.

It's none of my business anyways. I can't hang on to Red Son forever. There was nothing between us, anyways. I need something to do, though. I suddenly remember Pigsy's noodles. I print out my resume, and walk down to my car. I try to remember the way to get there, thinking of when Red Son took me all those days ago. Finally, I pull into the parking lot. I halt in my car as I see Red Son and Tim walking out together. Talking and laughing. I get out of my car, careful to ignore them. Opening the door, I walk over to the register.

"Hey, I'm MK. A week or so ago you asked me to apply here. Here's my resume," I say, pushing through my raging sadness.

"Sounds good, how soon can you start?" The man behind the register asks as he scans through my resume.

"Right now," I say jokingly.

"Can you drive?" He asks, looking up.

"Yes?"

"Great, I've got 12 orders I need delivered, pronto. There's a scooter out back you can take. Scan this," he says, frantically gesturing around before giving me a piece of paper with a QR code on it.

I scan it, and it downloads the Pigsy's Noodles delivery app. Pigsy grabs my phone and sets it up. He hands me my phone back, and there's a list of orders and addresses.

"Go, I don't have all day," Pigsy says.

Is this even legal? I ask myself as I grab a bunch of plastic to-go bags and walk out the back door. There's a key ring hanging by the door. I assume it's for the scooter, so I grab them before opening the door. Throwing the orders in the back, I sit in the front seat and start the scooter. I put my phone on the holder and select the first delivery. It gives me directions, and instructs me to turn left at the first intersection. I follow the directions and end up in a quiet neighborhood. Looking through the orders I have, I select the correct one and take it to the door. A person greets me and thanks me as they take the food. This isn't so bad.

I continue to deliver for the rest of the night. Finally, Pigsy closes up the shop. Unfortunately, this means I have to face Tim.

I drive home reluctantly. Opening the door, I see Red Son and Tim sitting on the couch watching some cheesy musical. It stings seeing them like this, but I power walk to my room nonetheless. I shut the door and cringe as I hear Red Son and Tim laughing. I check the time. It's 3 in the morning. I need to go to bed.

If Red Son's here tomorrow morning, I might lose it.

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