Korn laughed as he watched Stella kick Pick's butt in pool. The older man and young girl loved challenging each other to games to try to prove who was better. Everyone would place bets on who would win and about eighty percent of the time it was Stella who won. Apparently those two had been semi-feuding since Stella and Arthit arrived two years ago.
Knock found it hilarious and often found himself egging them on to challenge the other. Korn said that he shouldn't do that since they would figure it out eventually that he was setting them up and get their revenge. Knock couldn't help himself. It was too funny watching them trash talk each other.
Speaking of Korn, they had been on five more dates, each of them ending in a makeout. He found out pretty quickly that he liked kissing Korn. Each time they kissed it turned intense and always ended with one of them pulling away before things escalated. Knock wasn't sure he was ready to take that next step and Korn knew that. It was getting harder for both of them to do so.
They were growing closer and closer with every date and now he was more comfortable holding hands and teasing each other more. He even accepted his nickname Korn gave him. He was accepting that this man was it for him. He wasn't interested in anyone else. He just wanted Korn.
"In your face!!" Stella yelled as she beat Pick in pool.
"I want a rematch!!" Pick said.
"Why, so you can lose again?" She laughed.
"What the hell is this!!" Type's voice said from the kitchen. They all hurried out of the game room before rushing to the kitchen. Type, Team, Arthit, Rome and Can were all in the kitchen when they entered. Type was pulling something out of a box that kind of looked like a soda can.
"What's going on?" Pick asked.
"My sister sent me this weird drink and a bag of what looks like dried spicy mangos. The drink name is in Chinese so I don't know what it says." Type said. Pick moved over to him and took the can from Type. He could read and write Chinese so it was easy for him to read the words.
"It's called Nature's Juice." He said. "It says to drink it while eating the dried passion fruit to unlock its full potential. What a load of shit, this must be a scam."
"Destiny's friend told her it was an experience worth trying. She has no idea how picky my sister is when it comes to food. She sent it to me thinking I might like it." He said.
"Try it and see if your sister's friend is telling the truth." Team said.
"Can I try some?" Stella asked.
"Sorry Shorty, it's only for seventeen and up." Pick said. Stella pouted before turning around and storming out of the room.
"I'll try it if you all try." Type said. Pick looked inside the box and noticed there were only six cans.
"There are seven of us and only six cans. The can says that you have to drink the whole can and eat two pieces of dried passion fruit for it to work." He said. "You guys do it. I don't like passion fruit."
"Why are we being dragged into this?" Arthit asked.
"Cause it's something new and maybe it will be fun." Team said moving over to the box on the counter. He took a can out before opening the container of dried passion fruit and taking two out.
"This is a bad idea." Can said. "But fuck it, I'm in." He too went and grabbed a can and took two cubed dried passion fruit.
"If this goes horribly wrong I'm blaming all of you." Arthit said before he grabbed his can and cubed passion fruit. Rome and Knock looked at each other before saying fuck it and joining the others. They all ate the cubed dried passion fruit first before they opened the cans and started drinking. The drink had the most delicious flavor Knock had ever tasted. He couldn't stop drinking it and before he knew it, it was gone. He frowned at the can like it offended him before looking at the others to see they were doing the same thing.

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