"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin."

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."

“What are you watching?”

I tear my eyes away from the screen and turn around to face the person speaking. His eyes are fixed on me, and his hands are busy with the dumbbells. “The Three Little Pigs,” I say before focusing on the cartoon again. One is never too old for cartoons.

“They’re like us,” the one dancing comments. His purple tank top is already soaked with perspiration.

“We’re like the three little pigs?” The one who spoke first places his dumbbells down and scoots over beside me.

He pushes his nose with his forefinger to show a pig’s snout. I have to admit, it doesn’t go well with his handsome face. I laugh at his hilarious expression.

“We’re always together,” the dancer says. I can hear him panting as he speaks; he never stops to talk. Dancing is never easy. “Like brothers.”

“I get it!” The one beside me jumps up eagerly. “We’re the three pigs!”

I roll my eyes. Here they are, comparing us to ‘The Three Little Pigs’. After thinking for a moment, I discover that it’s not that bad - really. “I’m the third pig then.” Well, if they insist that we are like them, at least, I’ll be the last pig.

“Why?” both of them ask.

I grin. “Because,” My smile grows bigger. “I’m Lee Sungyeol, the brightest among the three of us!”

Author's note:

I'm dedicating this story to my best friends, watermelon and LittleJay.

Thanks for being there for me everytime!

I love you girls so much!

(I guess it serves as a belated Valentine's Day gift?)