LOVE SYNDROME [NAN & MAC] - Short Stories

Chapter 16 : Ex

" Nan!"

" I'm going to the Mall after work. Don't search for dinner" Mac explained, putting his laptop away in his work bag, struggling with the edges, phone tucked by his ear.

"I'm going to chain those legs of yours. How many times do you go to spend money? I just took you last Friday night and you cashed me out!" the other reprimanded.

" My feet will kiss your face if you try! I'm exchanging the shirt I bought the other day alright! The cuff lengths are not right and it was just 11,000 thousand baht in total. You're exaggerating!" he exasperatedly explained to the clueless on the other end.

" More than my day's salary" Nan mumbled.

" If you can't pay, it's alright. I'll ask P'Eua then, his not stingy" Mac replied, pushing his luck.

" If I slap you, you'll land on the Moon I tell you. Come home after!!" and quit the call.

Bingo!

Mac won this round. Ha, did Nan think he was the only one to tease, Mac had some up his sleeves too. If he put his coat on top, the cuff lengths weren't even visible, but to him, it was in his face despite the shortness of it stopping just below his wrist. Utilizing the brands three day exchange allowance, he returned it but could not find another of the same in that store. Thankfully, the manager could order for him the same from another store and Mac just would have to pick it up in another three days time. Problem solved!

Or so he thought but another problem actually called out to him.

" Mac... it's been so long"

Fuck, it's been so long since his seen her. It was fucking high school the last time, before he went to the US for further education, Meen and him had broken up and gone their separate ways.

" Er Meen..." he stammered. His ex showing up was not part of his agenda and don't let him even get started with their relationship.

" I thought it was you. I asked Itt if he had seen you but he hadn't "

Well, that was bullshit because he was the one throwing him to Day, followed to Nan like passing ball. So yeah, another thing to add onto ' Why I Hate Itt' list, he supposed.

" I'm just so happy to see you again Mac. We should catch up"

No, we should not catch up because if a 6'2 tall Thai bastard caught them together, his backside will bruise like a baboons butt, pink and raw, unable to sit for a week the least but then again, unable to tell Meen the truth nor sound rude by declining immediately , he allowed them to exchange number, Meen going her way with promise to call soon. He'd just have to add her to his block list or something later on, so simple.

Simple if the universe and all the deities combined would cooperate with him, 'if' the keyword here because here he was, forgotten to block her that night, receiving a call with the bastard by his side. They both heard the ring, at a glance Mac panicked, cancelling it immediately. The bastard eyes was on the road thankfully but luck never stays on Mac's side for long because it was ringing again. People should really get an idea if they get cancelled the first time around but no, good things didn't happen to him.

" Won't you pick up? It's annoying my drive, " Nan grumbled.

" Your Thai music annoys my life, I don't see you doing shit about it" Mac clapped back because seriously, it was torture. Some rural, folk song, a century away from Blackpink and the like, made Mac wonder if Nan was truly a 90s child and not some time traveler from the 70s. A young body with an old soul, to irritate his life on a daily basis.

Arghhh..! Sweaty pits!!!

Thrashing his head away from the hold, Mac freed himself from that bastard's pull to his pits, not without a bite to those forearms.