Bas, Copter and Tee are three University students who shared a house.
One day they decided to hit the gym.
At the gym they meet three hot guys.
Warning: This book is an Alternate Universe bl fanfiction. This contains mature adult language and conten...
Copter wrinkled his brow, peering inside the refrigerator. They are running low on supplies. Both his P and Nong are still in their beds, lazy bones.
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He closed the door and lifted the lid of the money jar on the refrigerator. All three of them dump money on the jar for food and beverages when they get allowances every month.
Copter picked few bills and grabbed his keys. He will visit the department store to remedy the poor situation of their kitchen. It will be mostly, pop tarts and breakfast serials for Bas, instant noodles for himself, eggs and bacon for P’Tee. Beer and other alcoholic beverages were normally taken care of by P’Tee since he’s too young to buy alcohol yet. He’s not much into getting drunk so it wasn’t a major let down.
He walked down the half a kilometer distance to the store in early morning sunshine. He felt relaxed and happy that the Sunday is finally here. He stuffed his hands in his shorts pockets and tried to whistle a merry tune. Even though he’s shit at whistling, he felt happy.
He walked inside the almost deserted store, nodding at some familiar faces. He’s been coming to this place nearly two years now, he knew most of the people worked here.
He grabbed a cart and started rolling down the isles.
He dropped few packs of Pop tarts, making sure that they are his nong’s favorite brand. He moved forward to the isle full of serials. Fruity loops, Chocos, Captain Crunch….. He picked few boxes and dumped them on the cart. Shopping for Bas is done. Copter wiped his hands together in satisfaction.
He held the cart and bent over it, pushing it towards the instant noodles section.
Copter started picking his favorite flavors.
His mama would be unhappy if she knew he was surviving on instant noodles. But he’s shit at cooking and hates going out for food. He’s a domestic person. Since he’s the baby of the family, his mama and three big sisters spoiled him too much. He prefers to curl up on a chair and read a book than going out to eat and have fun.
“How do you survive on that shit?” Someone said from behind.
Copter stumbled back, startled at the sudden intrusion. The small square packet of noodles slipped from his hands when he collided on someone's hard chest. A hand wrapped around his waist stopped him from falling down on his ass.
He blinked at his intruder cum savior.
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