Author’s Note: I leave the ‘you’ here as original character for your imagination. Feel free to make facts up about the gender, age, name, physical appearances, etc. This is just the result of my randomness willing to make something even more random. xD

Three of a Kind

By: Sharl/zielddhy

Whenever something bad happens to you, you have a habit to go to this little bakery near the corner of Maple Avenue and 28^th Street. The owner there was this nice old lady who was really kind and let you stay there for as long as you want even when you just order a cup of tea with few scones (the scones are really good) and nothing else. And when your boyfriend argued with you this morning, you just know that you need to have some of those scones.

You opened the door, the bell jingling slightly as you stepped into the little bakery. The nice old lady waved and smiled at you and you waved back, a grim smile on your face because you didn’t feel like smiling. You sat down on the corner table, mind half aware of the two young men sitting at the next table.

One was pretty like a girl and yet masculine at the same time. He had big doe eyes and pouty lips that were so beautiful when he smiled. His companion was tall like him, or maybe taller you couldn’t really tell because they were sitting down, he was incredibly handsome and cute a pair of piercing almond eyes and heart-shaped lips. The two were nursing cups of tea and shared a plate of chocolate muffin between them. They had an awkward air around them that was yet comforting at the same time.

You were suddenly reminded at your first date with your boyfriend. Yes, this was the same atmosphere as the two guys: awkward, shy, curious and just comfortable without really knowing why. Maybe these two men were on their first date as well, or maybe they were new couples.

“Do you want anything else? More scones?” the handsome man asked.

The pretty one smiled, “I have enough, thanks. But maybe some more tea?”

His companion smiled back and immediately stood up. He walked to the counter and talked to the old lady, probably to order some more tea. You watched the one who sat down watching the other intently. His eyes told you one thing: a love that started to blossom, it wasn’t really there but it was a start. He began to really like the handsome man and the smile he gave him as his companion put down a freshly prepared pot of tea was so beautiful.

The old lady came by and asked what you wanted to eat. You ordered some scones and when she gave you a neat pack of them, you headed to the park, maybe the fresh air could do wonders to your mood. You gave out one last glance at the two young men. They sat closer now, each hiding secret smiles and sneaked glances every now and then.

You wondered if you had the same expression in your eyes back then at your first date. Did you smile the same beautiful smile? You boyfriend was really sweet, and you remembered you really like him on the first date so maybe you did.

The park was crowded, full of children playing Frisbee with their parents stood nearby. Few couples strolled hand in hand and your heart ached as you saw how happy they were, so unlike yourself. You spotted an empty bench where only one guy sat on it. He was frowning. You thought maybe he was lonely just like you, and so you sat at the other end of the same bench.

As you opened the brown package, the smell of freshly baked scones wafted through the air. The guy next to you scowled even more and he checked his watch. You realized that he was waiting for someone and that other person was late. How long had the guy waited? Who was he waiting for? His girlfriend? His boyfriend? Or maybe a relative?

Suddenly somebody shouted, “Kyuhyun!”

The guy next to you shouted back, “Finally!” He crossed his arms in defense, an attempt to appear angry maybe because you remembered you did that several times when you want to make your boyfriend feel bad.

A guy came running, he was really handsome. His body was well-built and he looked expensive. He was panting as he stopped in front of your bench. You can tell from his expression that he really regretted the fact that he came late, the same expression your boyfriend wore whenever he was late. “I’m really sorry,” the handsome man said, “but you know it’s impossible to stop Donghae once he started talking about aliens.”

The one named Kyuhyun huffed. “And you prefer to listen to Donghae rambling about some green little man instead of meeting me here? I already waited for two hours Siwon!”

“I’m sorry, I really am. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” the one called Siwon pleaded, “forgive me?”

You could hear the regret in his voice, see the apologetic look in his eyes and you felt a déjà vu. Your boyfriend always had the same expression when he asked for your forgiveness especially if it was his fault the two of you argued. You saw the same look this morning before you stormed off from his apartment but you didn’t care because you were just too angry.

As you look to the two young men next to you, at the back of your mind you hoped the one named Kyuhyun was kind enough to forgive the other. It was such a relief when he finally said, “Alright, but you owe me big time. Now I’m hungry, you have to treat me lunch.”

The handsome man immediately brightened, “Anything, anything for you Kyu.”

Kyuhyun stood up and walked away, not really caring whether the one called Siwon followed him or not. Or maybe he already trusted the other enough, he knew the other well enough so that he didn’t need to turn around to know Siwon would follow him.

You saw a small smile on Kyuhyun’s face as he passed you by, you could tell that he was happy the handsome man apologized again and again. He must have really loved the man if he’s willing to forgive Siwon even after waiting for two hours.

You remembered the argument this morning with your boyfriend, he was thirty minutes late and yet you threw a tantrum. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Why did you make thirty minutes such a big deal? Kyuhyun forgave Siwon so easily so why couldn’t you do the same thing with your boyfriend? He said that the two of you argued too much, that what was the use of relationships if the two of you always argued and argued. You were too angry to say anything back and so you just slammed the door on his face.

The scones were no longer warm, but they were still delicious. The old lady always joked that she made the best scones in town and you agreed. You finished two of them and put the rest back in the wrapper, deciding to eat the rest of them later.

A soccer ball rolled to your feet and out of reflex you played them around a little. “Excuse me,” somebody called out, “can you kick it there please?”

You turned around to see a young man stood behind you. He was really cute and his smile was really bright it could light up the world. Next to him was another man, tall and lean with full lips, he was handsome and smart looking. Their hands intertwined together.

“The boy over there, I think he wants his ball back,” the cute one said again.

As you kicked the ball to where the boy was, you heard them bickering; the tall one snorted. “What is so fascinating about kicking around round spheres? It’s a stupid sport.”

The cute man elbowed his companion. “You just don’t get the beauty of soccer, Min. You maybe the smartest person in your grade but you have zero sense about those things.”

“I don’t need that. This is what I don’t understand: if each player wants to have the ball, why don’t you just get buy eleven balls so that each player can have one?”

“That’s exactly the point of soccer. With only one ball available you learn about teamwork, agility, tactic. It’s just the way it is.”

“Like how agile your huge looked like when you run across the field, Su?”

The cute man blushed. “T-that’s not the point! And my is not huge, they’re cute!” He pouted and said again, “Besides, you love my .”

The taller man smirked and it only made the cute man blushed even further. Suddenly he realized you were still standing nearby, he immediately bowed and apologized for making the disturbance. The shorter man bowed as well, but not before elbowing his companion once more. As they walked away they were still bickering, but their hands remained intertwined together.

You realized that they were a couple, one of those couple that always argued and yet loved each other so much. You couldn’t help but remember your boyfriend again. Maybe he was right, maybe the two of you argued too much. But why can’t it be like those two, that perhaps arguing was just one of the ways to show the love that was there.

Your phone beeped. It was a text from your boyfriend, apologizing and asking where you were. A small smile crept on your face. You immediately texted back, saying that you were on your way back to his apartment and that you loved him.

-End Story-