[I've had your stuffs moved earlier. I sent you the address. Come home quick. Don't cheat on me.]

Beep.

Ruan stares at his phone, wondering how Sasin knew his new number. Nothing goes past that brat, he thought.

He checked his empty apartment one last time before he bids goodbye to his landlady.

While waiting for the taxi he booked, he couldn't help but think about how his life got kind of messy once again due to Sasin's return to his senses. For a year, after he forcefully removed the businessman out of his system, he had a peaceful life. Now that he's back with the tables turned, his life's precious serenity has been taken away from him. Furthermore, the fact that it's the other way round now is making his blood boil.

He's unsure why, but having Sasin around always meant trouble for him...

Slap!

Ruan held his stinging cheek and looked at Sasin in shock. "What the hell was that for?" he angrily asked. The college guy just notices the small, round cake the businessman is holding when the latter backs away with a curious gaze.

"You were spacing out. I'm asking if we should shower together after you eat this," he answers in an apathetic manner.

Snorting, Ruan proceeds to dump his clothes inside of the raven-haired male's roomy walk-in closet. "And that cake?"

"It's a welcome cake."

"Why does it have a candle?"

"So I can blow it."

The ash-grey haired clicks his tongue. "So you're still into blowing candles."

Silence. Ruan turns around and meets Sasin's face close to his, making the prior-mentioned flinch by a whisker.

"Doesn't that sound a bit weird now?" Sasin whispers.

Ruan stares at his face for a bit then chuckles. "Guess it does."

After showering together, Sasin found out that Ruan's member is big.

"What were you doing? You're tall and you're big. What's the formula of your routine?" Sasin asked as if it's the most normal thing to mention in a supper while he elegantly sliced through his steak.

Ruan clicks his tongue. "How can you ask such question while you're eating like a noble?"

"You're not going to tell me?"

"Even if I tell you, nothing about you will grow."

"With money, nothing is impossible..." Sasin's sentence fizzled out. He thinks about what he just said, then shakes his head later, smirking a little. Ruan ignores this peculiarity.

As they eat, Ruan secretly scans Sasin's place. Damn. His place is really spacious, he thinks. The interior design is really modern yet classy. Even the decorations look so expensive. He looks at the steak and vegetables served in the table. Bet his dinner always looked like this. As expected.

After eating and washing the dishes, Ruan sits at the soft couch in the living room. He's full. He had a lot to eat because he can only afford such meal during special occasions.

"Go brush your teeth," Sasin strictly says after suddenly appearing beside him.

Ruan groans in irritation. Why can't he just leave him alone? "I'll go brush my teeth later."

"In that case, you read this," Sasin suddenly says then hands the tablet to him.

Ruan aaccepts it and inwardly reads what's written on the screen. He doesn't miss the fact that the tablet is a new model of the brand he likes.

Ruan Sanchez's Obligations as a Boyfriend to Sasin Young

1. Follow his orders

"This doesn't make me look like a boyfriend."

Sasin cluelessly looks at him.

Ruan sighs. "What am I, a personal assistant?"

"Feel free to modify it."

Ruan thinks for a bit then started clicking on the screen. Sasin patiently waits for him to finish. He hands the tablet back to him after a few taps.

Piss off.

Unimpressed, Sasin blankly looks at Ruan. "I'd rather have what I typed earlier."

"If you prefer that, then why did you ask me to be your boyfriend in the first place? You should've just asked me to become your personal assistant or something," Ruan argued.

Unexpectedly, he received a judicious reply.

"No, I apologize. I want you to be my boyfriend, so do it the way you know how."

Satisfied, Ruan decides to brush his teeth.

"Where are you going?"

"Brush my teeth."

"That's not the way to the bathroom."

"I'm not brushing my teeth."

After freshening up his mouth, Ruan went straight to the bedroom. He sees Sasin already tucked in the king-sized bed, reading a novel.

"I'll sleep here," Ruan confirms as he lifts the other side of the blanket.

"Alright."

Ruan indulged in the comfort. Everything is soft, everything smells good... He's even wearing a silk pajama with the same color as Sasin. He's casually checking his emails when the other noticed him.

"Stop using your phone and sleep."

"I can't sleep if I don't use my phone."

"You can't sleep because you're using your phone."

Ruan angrily put his phone on the bedside table and tried to hog the blanket, but Sasin held on his share tight. Easily was the ash-gray haired male fell asleep, probably because of the comfortable mattress and room temperature.

Surprisingly, this kind of routine went on for days and the two managed to live together without too much ruckus, at least until grocery day came.

"What the hell are you putting in the cart?" Ruan complains. "It's all vegan meat. This is not okay!"

"What is not okay? The last time we ate steak, it was vegan meat, and you were eating it just fine," Sasin calmly explains as he puts more vegan stuffs in the pushcart.

Ruan's lips trembled. "That was vegan steak?"

Sasin blinks. "That's right."

Still in shock, Ruan lets go of the vegan meat-filled cart and gets his own pushcart. Sasin coldly watches as Ruan filled it with all kinds of junk foods and meat.

When Ruan's items were being punched, Sasin whispered to him, "Pay it yourself, meathead."

"Aren't I your boyfriend..." Ruan cried as he watched Sasin's back disappear.

When they got home, Ruan challenged Sasin in a cooking showdown.

"I'm too tired for this, Ruan," Sasin refused.

"Scared that your vegan meat will lose?"

Sasin gave him a look, and the next thing he knew, the raven-haired male is already manning the kitchen with him. In the end, Ruan's meat won, decided by Sasin because he didn't want to taste the fatty meat anyway.

After finding out that Sasin only ate vegan meat, Ruan has become more observant of his surroundings, responding to any kitchen noise like a squirrel.

Laundry days won't come last, as well.

"I think I broke your washer-dryer combo."

"Again?"

"Yeah, for the third time."

Sasin takes a deep breath as he moves away from his table. "Let's go buy another one," he says, standing from his swivel chair.

"How about we handwash our clothes? That way we can bond," Ruan suggested, shrugging.

"Really?"

Ruan nods. "That's what married couples do."

"Let's go."

At first, it was all fun and games, bubbles and water splashes, until they realized that the amount of their laundry is impossible to set the seal on.

"Fuck, I'm tired. I want to sleep," Ruan suddenly says, lying on the wet floor.

Sasin glowered at him. "Get up. We gotta finish this."

"No, I can't."

"It's your idea, meathead."

"I give up."

In the end, Sasin bought another washer-dryer combo to finish their laundry.

Except Thursdays during weekdays, the two rarely talk because Sasin always left early whilst Ruan always stayed late outside to either carry out his shift work or hang out with his college friends. On Thursdays, Ruan gets to bicker with Sasin because he would blast rock music in the theater room or get drunk at the balcony for fun (basically anything that is supposed to bother the homeowner) while the other worked his ass off like his life depends on it.

Sometimes, Ruan studies the other who works as if his time is about to run out... He can only laugh.

After a month, Ruan felt like they're getting more comfortable with each other.

"I think it's because of the fact that we shower together," Sasin theorizes.

"No, it's because we bicker a lot," Ruan asserts.

When Ruan felt a weight on his navel, he hoisted the blanket and saw Sasin's hand snaking to his crotch. "Are you a pervert?" he asked as he slapped his hand away.

"We might become closer this way."

"Fuck off."

"Do you know how gay sex works?"

"I courted you because I know how it works."

"What?"

"Let's sleep, babe."