✰Roomies

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠~Ⓢⓗⓞⓟⓟⓘⓝⓖ Ⓑⓤⓓⓓⓘⓔⓢ

I felt like a spy on a secret mission as Taehyung and I made it past the card guy without a hitch. Before heading our separate ways, we exchanged phone numbers, which I thought was a little too last minute, and told each other to be quick.

Because I was unfamiliar with where things were located in this Costco, I kind of strolled my cart around, pretending like I had some idea I knew where I was going. I kept my eyes open and alert, hoping I would spot something we needed.

Smiling and mini-bowing to a cute elderly woman, I pushed the cart into one of the many wide aisles, getting a good feeling. Turns out, I was right listening to myself for once, because I found a silver set of cutlery for forty-one thousand, nine-hundred ninety won, which actually wasn't a bad price for a full load of silverware.

I placed it in my cart and continued the search for apartment necessities. Taehyung better be doing what he's supposed to, because if not....

Tae's P.O.V

Taehyung held a box of glass noodles up to his face, making sure it was the right kind. He glanced down at the cart consisting mostly of snacks, and winced, already regretting his choices. She is so going to kill me, he grimly thought.

The Korean did pick out a few various meats, so he felt slightly better, but Taehyung didn't know what Gemma preferred. He sort of felt bad about not asking her, but the little devil on his shoulder appeared, telling Tae to YOLO it.

He tugged down on his cap as a woman walked into the aisle, acting like he was checking his phone. Tae was surprised to see a text from Gemma, and clicked on it, praying he wasn't already in trouble.

Yikes. Taehyung assured himself Gemma wouldn't cause a scene and bring attention to them, if she did get mad. He wanted to stay frozen where he stood, but willed his feet to move.

Gem's P.O.V

May I reiterate myself when I say I hate Costco? Everything comes either in bulk or just doesn't exist, and it's so warehouse-y. Where's a good old-fashioned Target when you need one?

After I threw a package of six paper towel rolls into the cart like a professional basketball player, I headed over to the pet section, actually knowing where it was since I passed it earlier. On my way there, I got lucky and spotted these tall rugs, leading me to believe that door mats could be somewhere around the rugs. I guess I have pretty good intuition, because the mats were placed on top of each other in a large cardboard bin, adjacent to their tall woolen friends.

Now don't get me wrong, the mats weren't the prettiest, so I chose one that stood out from the rest: a grey-colored and durable thing that only cost fifteen American dollars. What a steal. Okay but why do I feel like a mom who's obsessed with coupons.

I continued along and made it to the end of the dog food aisle with no Taehyung in sight. Looking around me, I noticed that literally not one person was around, and that there were exit doors to the left of me. I waited a few minutes before my ears filled with a wheely screech, indicating Taehyung's presence.

He looked silly in that over sized puma coat, with a black cap matting down his blue hair. I have no idea where the hat came from, but he probably pulled it out of one of his deep pockets.

I tried not to laugh as he shifted his large scarf down to his neck, so he could speak clearly. "Hey," I greeted, not wanting to look into his cart. "Hi, did you get everything?" He asked, not meeting my eyes.

I nodded my head and walked over to him, beginning to see why he wouldn't make eye contact. " Ugh, Taehy-"

A middle-aged man suddenly headed into the aisle, observing the different brands of dog food. I prolonged my admonishing conversation in a whisper.

"Are you serious? This is exactly what I told you not to do! All you have here is meat and snacks. Snacks and meat. Junk food is great and all, but c'mon!" Taehyung leaned on the cart's hand-bar and turned his head to me. The bill of his cap almost touched my forehead.

"Okay okay, sorry." He glanced at the man, who had slung a yellow bag of pellet over his shoulder. His back was to us as he took a right out of the aisle.

"I don't really cook," Tae started. "I know this isn't exactly what you were expecting, I mean maybe it was, but I guess I need help. Will you help? Please?" Those big brown eyes of his turned all puppy dogish, and I put my hands on my hips, knowing I was going to give in.

"Fine, gosh." I succumbed, but kept my scolding intact. "Listen, you're missing items that a normal person would make a beeline for straight away."

"You're saying I'm not normal?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you implied it."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

I narrowed my eyes at him. He returned the gesture, and bumped into my forehead on purpose with the visor. I pushed back, not backing down.

We stared into each other's eyes with provocation. "Bread. Fruit. Cheese. Eggs." I said quietly, wanting to ignore how close I was to Taehyung's face. His tongue darted out and ran over his lips, distracting my eyes for a millisecond. Damn it. I forced my pride down and was the first to withdraw. "We should get going," I suggested. "It's late, and I don't know when this place closes." Taehyung agreed and I turned to grab my cart, begging my heated face to cool down.

Our first goal was to return half of the snacks the Korean had gotten, which he was sad to do. I patted his back, rolling my eyes. "You will be missed," he said as a dramatic farewell. "So extra," I mumbled out of earshot.

We then entered the north pole to pick out fruit (I'm sure you get what I mean by that part of Costco). Taehyung and I argued over the quality of the strawberries, and even the ripeness of bananas. I just can't catch a break with this smurf!

He was like, "Those bananas are green, and these strawberries are better." I scoffed and then was like, "Well would you rather have spotty bananas? The rest of these are gross! It's better to have an unripe bunch than a batch of dying fruit."

The boxes of product stood between us on high stands, so our heads seemed like they were floating. I had to stand on my tiptoes to see him. "Alright, you win." I smiled and lifted my chin. Ha. "But," he added, "if you get your green bananas, then I get these strawberries." Ah. Seems like a good deal. I reached over and extended my hand, saying "Good doing business with you." Taehyung enveloped my hand and shook. "Aigoo, same to you, much appreciated."

We were negotiating. Over fruit.

I hope he isn't picky over cheese.

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