Page 60 of Paradox
Jin gives me a slow nod with a thumbs up and sarcastic wide eyes. “Your phone’s ringing again.”
“Answer it and tell her to fuck off.”
Jin steps towards the phone—
“No, don’t!”
“I wasn’t going to, jeez. I was gonna pass it back. But screw you, come down and get it yourself.” He flips me the bird, then walks back towards the bathroom.
“What are you cooking for dinner?”
“Can I get one job finished at a time?” he calls out.
“I’m hungry.”
“Then the caveman can take his half of the food and shove it up his ass.”
I grip the flesh between my hips so tight I’m sure my nails will break the skin any second, because, fuck him for making me like it when he uses that tone. “Don’t make me mad."
“How is that different from every other day!?”
“Calm down, Jin.”
“You’re the one who threw your only connection to civilization across the cabin.”
“I kicked it, actually.”
“You’re a child, throwing another tantrum.”
“Then, fuck you! I’m drinking tonight.”
“Well, so am I.”
“No you’re not.”
“Why? Cause I have to take care of your sloppy-drunk ass…master?”
We’re yelling at each other through the loft floor at this point. “I’m not a sloppy drunk.”
“How would you know, if you’redrunk?!”
“Because someone would have told me.”
“I feel sorry for them.”
“Just shut up… I’d like eggs and toast.”
“Fine.”
“Can you put some gochujang in them?”
“Only if you say please.”
“At least I can say I’ve accomplished one thing while being here.”
“And what’s that?” I ask Jin as I take his plate from where it sits in front of him on the coffee table.
“I’ve trained your weak palette to take flavor.”
