Bubble

9. Like Men

Bonita had a lot of things on her mind due to everything that had happened to her in the last twenty-four hours, but that was all ultimately drowned out by the commotion coming from the other room while she tried to prepare supper. Making sure the food was set for a second and wouldn't burn, she turned to look at the two grown children arguing in her living room.

'Well, I suppose in hindsight it's just Minho,' thought Bonita as she watched him explain the sleeping situation for the night while Bang Chan sat on the couch.

"...This sleeping bag is comfortable, I swear," said Minho. "That's where you will be sleeping tonight."

"If it's comfortable, why don't you sleep there then?" asked Bang Chan. "The couch is fine for me."

Minho looked like he was about to blow a fuse by this point. His irritation had been growing within him like a weed ever since leaving the entertainment company. It had irritated him that his script had been read when he still hated it. As a writer, that was one of the worst things that could happen to you. One's art was already personal, so when it was viewed before one felt comfortable sharing it, it was the equivalent of someone reading your diary, and this stranger who he barely trusted Bonita around was definitely not the person he wanted reading said dairy. On top of it, he felt that the man was being obtuse for no reason whatsoever.

"Just sleep on the sleeping bag, alright?"

"But I liked the couch last night."

"Sleep on the dang sleeping bag and be happy that you're even in this apartment at all still and not in some jail cell!" snapped Minho finally.

He was about to say more when he got smacked by an empty pasta box in the back of the head, causing him to stumble forward and almost land on top of Bang Chan. Bonita had thrown the empty box at him, successfully 360 no scoping him from across the room.

"Quit giving him a hard time," said Bonita as Minho got off Bang Chan to turn and look at her.

"I'm not."

"But you are. I have ears. Why don't you sleep on the sleeping bag that you brought?"

Minho wanted to say something along the lines of 'because I've known you longer' or 'this man is a stranger'. Maybe even a combination of both, but he knew that would make him sound really childish. So instead, he opted on something that sounded less childish but not by much.

"There's only one way we can settle this," said Minho. "Lets settle this like men."

- - -

"Seriously...are you two, Minho?"

"No, but this is the only way we're going to settle this," said Minho.

Minho and Bang Chan were seated across the table from each other looking like two cowboys about to showdown. Sighing, Bonita rolled her eyes as she filled Minho's glass with milk followed by Bang Chan. She paused when she saw Bang Chan grabbing his cup of fire Ramen noodles, peering down into it before recoiling his face.

"You don't have to do this," said Bonita as Minho shushed her, trying to shoo her away.

'He's really trying to kill this man,' thought Bonita as Bang Chan looked at her.

"It's fine. I can do it. It just...the smell burns."

Minho's lips curled into a bit of a smirk.

"Wimp," he said as he picked up his chopsticks, cocking a brow as he stared Bang Chan down.

Bang Chan took a deep breath before picking up his own chopsticks as Bonita moved to settle back and watch the two idiots in front of her duel to the death over her lumpy couch.