KristSingto : SOTUS days❤️

Chapter 9 - Bingsu : Part II

Krist's POV

"Strawberry", point. "Almond", point. "Cheesecake", point. "and mango... no, banana", point. "Ah and some sweetened condensed milk too". Smile.

P'Sing said all that in one breath.

And I painfully looked down at the few notes and coins on my palm...

This was the money that I've been saving for two weeks, sometimes walking all the way to university rather than taking a bus, and at times refusing to go out and eat with friends...

I had 320 baht in hand, and it seemed like, I was about to spend all of that in one evening to satisfy P'Sing's sweet tooth...

Treat me, he said.

ಥ‿ಥ

I mentally calculated the bill, and let out a huge sigh of relief.

I could somehow scrape together all that is in my wallet to afford it!

However, it didn't even take the time for the corners of my lips to curve upwards, when suddenly there was a shuffling sound beside me. The next moment, hot breath fanned my right ear.

I felt goosebumps rise all the way down to my toes.

"Your treat"

I jumped a whole foot away from that burning inferno and wiped my ears, which were sure to be coloured somewhere around the deepest shades of red.

"Y-yeah yeah! S-sure P'Sing!" NOT.

I stuttered out with great difficulty.

I was already very much vexed about having to be the only one who is coughing out assets on our first dat- *cough* night-out.

On top of that, P'Sing's happy-go-lucky attitude only where my wallet is concerned, was not at all helping to snuff out the anger burning within me.

I was not ready to let him off the hook...

"It'll be your treat next time Phi, haha. Treat me later..."

Maybe it wasn't clear enough?

"You can buy me a bingsu next time, haha"

That ought to do it...

"Hmm...? Yeah of course". Smile.

His half-hearted response was not what I was expecting. But I somehow set aside my thoughts of sending a bucket of shaved ice flying towards his direction, and walked towards the cashier.

While I was paying for the order, P'Sing carried our bowl of Bingsu to a table in a corner, beside a window.

Come to think of it, P'Sing seems to be fond of spots beside windows. I could still vividly remember the first time I saw him in that café, then too, seated by a window.

He's such a prickly hedgehog...

I dangerously felt the corners of my eyes crinkle, so close to forming a smile, that I quickly wiped it off, snapped out of my reverie and briskly walked towards P'Sing to occupy the seat opposite him.

I picked up my spoon and was about to dive in when,

"Wait!", P'Sing held one hand up, motioning for me to pause, while he rummaged through his oversized backpack.

He seems to have gotten a hold of whatever he was searching for, since he was handling something within the bag so tenderly.

As if it was his baby...