There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

After all the drama, a concession was made in which the children promised each other that they would meet up at least once a week--whether it was in the lakehouse or the cliff house.

And so, once a week, a small table would be set on either house. And no--they didn’t do fake stuff like fake teacups and fake plates to have fake houseplay. No, no--they’d have juice boxes--and milk in a sippy for Byul--and mini cakes for their afternoon tea meeting. Like grown-up.

And it was an exclusive meeting too. No grown-ups, because they talked about children’s business. Which snacks tasted the best these days, which lotion didn’t make them itch, how to cheat nap time--which they knew they shouldn’t do, but why should they sleep when they didn’t feel sleepy was something they could never understand--stuff like that.

Adults wouldn’t understand, so it was strictly for children.

Unless Nari or Byul wanted to use the bathroom, then they would call the nannies.

Sometimes, however, there were exceptions. Like Auntie Rina, because she could make them fun playground like the ice skating rink and ice dolls.

"How’s school, boys?" she asked them while sipping on her fruit juice from the glass, not a box--because she was an adult.

"Fun!" Asa replied. "Asa can rread well now!"

Oh, Rina missed when the boy still called himself ’Aca’. No wonder Bassena was feeling down these days. Apparently, the twins also started feeling embarrassed about calling their fathers ’Dada’ and ’Baba’ because the teachers kept calling them ’fathers’ instead.

"Asa can read well," Kar nodded in support. "And he’s not crying anymore."

"Karr! Asa stop crying long time ago!" the younger twin pursed his lips in protest.