Sunbaettlefield

“C-c-coffee… Haewon—” I gestured to have Haewon a drink; the coffee’s surprisingly still steaming… is it because of the heat between these two?

“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend first, Hanwoo-ssi?” Gaeul shoots a glare at me.

Right, there’s no closure between us; she’s still my girlfriend.

I’m sitting in the middle of the two; this is even a two-seater table, so I was sitting at the side with an extra chair.

“R-right, Gaeul-ah, have some coffee as well.” My hands are trembling, gesturing at the coffee in front of her. She won’t spill the coffee on me, right? Like what I saw in dramas.

“Heh, looks like Hanwoo only wanted me to enjoy the coffee… Thank you, Hanwoo. As… always.” Haewon winked at me.

“Tch, Hanwoo, stir the coffee for me,” Gaeul ordered, pushing her coffee in front of me.

“Y-yes!” I stirred her coffee; my trembling hands caused a vibration through the spoon.

“You’re scaring him, mine, too.” Haewon had already sipped her coffee, and yet she wanted me to stir it, too?

Haewon, yes, she’s scaring me. But you’re killing me— Gaeul won’t let this one pass!

Two sets of eyes subtly locked on me at the moment. One’s from Haewon, which is obviously lovely and calm, while the other’s from Gaeul, which is full of anger and killing intent.

“...”

“...”

“…”

Shit, now they’re just staring at one another.

No one’s blinking.

Ting. Ting. Ting.

I just keep stirring, the spoon noticeably clinking nervously.

Haewon’s smiling, while Gaeul keeps tapping the table with her finger in sync with my stirring.

“I— uhh, rest room break—” I stood up, attempting to leave the battlefield.

“Stay.” Gaeul flatly said.

“Just sit right there.” Haewon did as well at the same time.

“Yes!” I sat back.

They took their coffee and sipped at it.

As I thought the tension had calmed down, Gaeul held my hand.

“Your hand’s cold. Are you okay? Don’t worry, I’ll heat it later.” Gaeul purred. It’s unusual for her to act like that in public, but I’m used to it when we’re alone.

Haewon scoffed, which made Gaeul angrier.

“Why not heat him right now?” Haewon held my other hand.

“Hic-”

Haewon, better stop; I’m afraid Gaeul will boil me later.

“...”

“...”

There it is once again, the staring competition.

“You’re aware that Hanwoo and I are still together, and yet, you’re being like that.” She grinned.

“Yeah, and looks like I’m the bad girl now, but guess what?” Haewon fired back.

“Hmm?” Gaeul raised a brow.

“I’m not giving Hanwoo up that easily, especially to someone who’s keeping him as a pet. In fact, you’re just bullying him.” Haewon had better stop right now.

“Me? Bullying him? That’s a lie. We love each other.” Gaeul’s patience is surprisingly long——

“A-a-a-aw— G-G-Gaeul– H-Haewon–” For a moment, I forgot that they’re holding my hands, until they grip them tightly, their anger firing them up. They might have broken my hand.

“You’re squeezing him.” Gaeul glared at Haewon.

“Tch. It’s you.” Haewon scoffed.

“A-a-ahhh—” The more they talk, the tighter their grip gets. I start to wiggle, whimpering through the pain.

“Bully,” Haewon said.

“Bully’s sister.” Gaeul shot back.

“Ahnng.” I whimpered like a dog.

Invisible sparks flew between their fiery eyes. 

Ting! Ting!

The cafe door opened.

“Why are you wiggling like damn worm bait? Oh? I see you’re fishing with two big catches.” Chanmin arrived.

“Chanmin!” I jumped into him, my saviour, my hope.