dominoes + taeyong

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（   SETOKA   ）

Pagdating ko sa binigay niyang address, I was surprised na it wasn't a haunted house or something. It's actually very grand, something I expected from a La Sallian athlete like him. It's even more grand than my family's house.

"You're lucky that it's me. What if you dialed a mob? Or a rapist? You really need to watch out next time, Setoka. You'll leave Yuta worried as fuck," sunod-sunod na litanya ni Taeyong habang tinutulungan ako sa mga hawak ko. Tumango-tango naman ako. What can I say? He's right!

Iniwan niya ang gamit ko sa harap ng isang kwarto. Even their guest room looks nice, I'm gonna cry. "Thank you," sabi ko at tinanguan niya lang ako. This guy!

Pagpasok ko sa loob, I felt like I was inside a hotel suite. Everything was nice and properly arranged. Wala ka ding makikitang alikabok.

I took my phone out, and searched his name on the net. His parents are both hoteliers, apparently. I'm not surprised. Their house screams elegance. Am I really getting in here for free?

Oh, he said I owe him a lot nga pala. My bad, I forgot.

Agad kong kinuha yung bullet journal ko at nagsulat ng kung ano man at nag-check din sa checklist ko doon. I never really accomplished a lot of things today, but meeting Taeyong all of a sudden is surprising, indeed.

Tahimik naman akong nagsulat sa personal kong sulatan hanggang sa narinig kong may kumatok sa pinto. Binuksan ko naman ito and I saw one of Taeyong's maids na nasa kitchen kanina. "Ma'am Setoka, dinner na daw po sabi ni Sir Taeyong. Sabayan niyo daw po siya," sabi niya at medyo natakot ako doon. Guess who's getting eaten alive? Me!

"Okay, I'm going. And drop the formalities, okay? Setoka is fine!" sagot ko at ngumiti nang mabilis bago bumaba sa hapag-kainan nila. He was eating silently, also reading something like a Reader's Digest. Well, I don't really read shit, so I don't know.

Umupo ako nang tahimik sa dulo ng sobrang haba nilang hapag-kainan. Nang magtama ang mga kubyertos at ang plato ko, tiningnan niya agad ako nang masama. Gee! Sorry, okay?

"I, uh, don't eat seafoods," bulong ko nang makita kong puro seafoods ang nasa plato ko. He shrugged and replied, "Then don't eat."

I frowned and arranged my utensils in a position saying I'm finished with the meal and arranged my seat as well. Nang pabalik na ko sa guest room, I heard Taeyong drop his utensils kaya napatingin naman ako sa kanya.

"Ate Rose, please cook steak or something that's not a seafood. Setoka can't eat. Is it your allergy?" tanong niya at bumaling sa'kin. Tumango naman ako at lumapit sa babaeng sinabihan niya na 'Ate Rose,' who's their chef. "No need to cook for me po, Ate. I'll just eat tomorrowㅡ," at UPTC, I was about to say until Taeyong interrupted me.

"My house, my rules."

He quickly ate his last fish and stood. "Alright, please ignore what I said, Ate Rose. Now, Setoka," sabi niya at kumuha ng isang coat mula sa sabitan niya.

"Where do you want to eat?" tuloy niya habang nakasandal sa pinto. Can someone please tell me why I'm here again? Fuck!

"Really, Taeyong, it's fine," sagot ko sa kanya. He played with his gray more and opened the large doors of their mansion. He offered his hands and said, "Setoka. My house, my rules. Let's go to UPTC, then?"

I nervously went to him and accepted his hand after. Is he like this to every stranger he meets because hell, I'm going crazy because of him!