Golden Ring

Chapter 9

"WOW... Ai'Tinn, this place is so nice," Gun said while admiring the room.

Tiww had given the key to his sister's apartment room to Tinn because he suggested that if they slept together, they would become closer to each other. Tiww kept nagging him, so Tinn had no other choice but to take his advice.

"So, do you like it?" Tinn asked, looking at Gun, who was still examining the room.

"Oiii, Tinn... I'm not picky... This room looks so damn expensive," Gun said, smiling at Tinn.

"Then... feel at home... do what you want," Tinn replied.

"By the way, Tinn, your mom... is it okay if you stay here with me?" Gun asked, sounding concerned.

"It's okay... my mom is also going abroad this afternoon, so I already said I'm staying with Tiw— I mean, with you," Tinn explained.

"What about your dad?" Gun inquired.

"He's dead."

"I'm sorry," Gun apologized.

"It's okay... I never even saw his face in person... I was still in my mother's womb when my father passed away, so it didn't really affect me," Tinn reassured Gun.

"By the way... Gun, it's Saturday today. We have plenty of time to study. What time do you want to start?" Tinn changed the topic.

"Uhmmm... after we finish eating lunch," Gun replied.

"Then... what food do you like? I can order for you," Tinn offered, opening his phone.

"Ai'Tinn... do you know who you're with? I'm good at cooking... see, I already bought ingredients for cooking," Gun said, showing what he had bought at the food market.

"Ohh... sorry... then you cook," Tinn said, smiling.

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"Gun... do you need help?"

"No... just sit there... I'm already done," Gun said, preparing the food.

"You should let me help you," Tinn insisted, reaching for the food in Gun's hand.

"Thank you... you need to relax... later, you'll spend many hours teaching me," Gun said, sitting in front of Tinn.

"Okay... uhmm... this is so delicious, Gun... how did you do it?" Tinn asked, surprised by Gun's skill.

"Don't be shocked, Mr. President... I'm the son of the owner of a dessert shop, so cooking is already in our blood," Gun said, proud of himself.

"Your dad too?"

"Yeah... he's a chef in a hotel," Gun replied, while chewing his food.

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"2 over 30."

"I'm sorry, Tinn, you spent time teaching me until 9 PM," Gun apologized.

"It's okay, Gun," Tinn replied, handing Gun his answer sheet.

"My friends were right... I'm so bad at math. Hahah... Did you know, since grade 7, my grades in math have never been high... just passing grades, nothing to be proud of. They're right, I'm so dumb—"

"No, you're not," Tinn said, looking at Gun.

"Hahh?" Gun asked, confused.

"You're not dumb or bad... you just need practice and focus. All people never succeed if they keep believing they can't do something because sometimes their weaknesses are their power to succeed in what they want."

"And I can help you overcome that," Tinn said, looking into Gun's eyes.

"You—"

"If you keep saying and looking at me like that, I will feel something," Gun murmured to himself.

"Gun?"

"Oh... It's nothing," Gun said, clearing his voice.

"If it's nothing, then let's go to sleep now. I'll sleep on the floor so you can take the bed," Tinn said, clearing their study materials.

"Why me? This is your apartment... you should take the bed," Gun insisted.

"But your mother told me you're sensitive to the cold... the bed is warmer... and there's warm water in the shower if you want to wash before bed," Tinn explained, leaving Gun without another reason to object.

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