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No, I don't really own Tekken... But I'm gonna get myself a copy of Tekken 6 and load it on our PSP!
To xxmyHEARTxx, if ever she's reading this... maniwala ka sakin. Napapansin ko 'to lagi. di ko mapigilan sarili ko na isulat 'to. XD
Warnings: Uh... See for yourself? :))
Unquestionable
Oh, yes. Their chemistry. The three of them. Everything is unquestionable.
The wild redhead, the cute blond and the enigmatic brunette.
Hwoarang, Steve and Jin.
Three names. One word to describe their bond.
Love.
- -
Hwoarang stared at the undeniably cute face of his best friend, even telling himself that the boy was quite pretty. Once the pair of sapphire eyes turned to his direction, he grinned. The blond, in response, stared back with the same intensity radiating from the redhead's gaze.
Steve chuckled. Hwoarang broke into another grin.
"You're cute, you know that?"
"You too, mate."
Oh, yes. Their chemistry.
- -
One thing Steve loved the most was his wax. That was one way to keep his hair from flying away and going frizzy. He kept a little can of wax in his dirty blue back pack, along with a bottle of his perfume (exactly the same one that his best friend uses as well) and a matching slim blue comb.
While the young blond and his ebony-haired, grumpy-faced best friend were hanging out in the quiet classroom, seated in adjacent seats, Steve took out his trusty can of hair wax from his bag and began his regimen, borrowing a mirror from Lili. He focused the mirror on his face, even chuckling to himself and saying what a handsome champion he is. Well, men will be men.
His fingers worked their way through his sunny blond hair. Hwoarang once told him that he had nice yellow hair. Steve was irked after hearing the comment, saying that yellow is the color of urine and he has blond hair.
He noticed that Jin was staring at him as he worked on his hair, complete with the chin-resting-on-his-palm look.
"That much wax to keep your hair down?"
Steve closed the distance between him and his best friend. He was close enough to feel Jin's heart go jump, jump, jump.
"Steve--"
The blond grinned as he fiddled with the black loose fringes framing his best friend's face slightly crimson face. "Let's brush these up so that you'll look like your old man."
Oh, yes. Everything is unquestionable.
- -
Jin was never the physical type of person. He was certainly never the first person to initiate contact. He hated moving around so much that even the littlest nudge would irritate him.
Although he makes some exceptions...
Every lunch time, Hwoarang and Steve would boisterously stalk Jin's classroom to pester him to join them for lunch. The two of them were his exact antithesis that it always made him wonder how and why they became great friends.
Steve raised his mirror at his eye level, carefully inspecting his hair and cowlick-ing away those stubborn strands that just won't stay in place. "Now where in the blue blazes is Lars? I'm starving here."
Jin stood there, feet mounted on the marble floor. His arms were crossed over his chest, continuously watching Steve and his wondrously troublesome habit. He was still stony-faced, as always, until a pair of arms wound around his waist. A chin rested on his shoulder and a grin was visible.
"Tell Lars we're leaving him if he doesn't come out yet. Mister grumpy-moody-face here looks like he's gonna hit someone with that mirror Steve's holding!" It was Hwoarang.
The Korean nudged Jin's knee with his own, pressuring him to walk. "Come on, Jin! Let's go to the cafeteria and grab some drinks."
Jin walked slowly, a wobble present with every step he made. Somehow, he just can't unlatch the Korean leech stuck on his back.
Why bother? He kind of liked the feeling.
Oh, yes. Their chemistry.
- -
"Because, Xiao, the three of us are lifetime partners," Steve told the crying pigtailed girl. Her tears ceased for a moment as the blond spoke frankly. "The three of us? We take baths together every Saturday and feed each other! Don't you even wonder why none of us have girlfriends, save Hwoarang? Because the three of us are attached to each other!"
Xiaoyu tried her hardest to suppress the bright grin pulling at her pink lips.
"And so that's why Jin can't ever like you. Because he's with Hwoarang and I. You understand?"
"There are... many fish in the sea," Jin mumbled from behind. Steve shot him a smug glare. "Shut up, you worthless idiot."
The Chinese girl nodded, her eyes marred by tears. Steve shook his head. "Understand, you little girl. You love that dolt so much but what does he do? Does he even value you and your feelings for him? Understand, please... When you love someone, don't give your whole self... Don't just keep on following your heart," he tapped her forehead several times. "Try to use a bit of this, okay?"
She nodded again, the warm tears coming to a halt. She finally understood...
When she, Julia and Christie were hanging out in her house to unwind after a long, lazy school day, the three males became their center of conversations.
"..."
"Well, we all heard Steve confirm it."
"..."
"And even though Hwoarang loves Miharu-chan a lot..."
"The three of them..."
"Are so in love with each other."
"Remember how Asuka once commented that Steve and Hwoarang were like husband and wife, with the wife ambiguous."
The three girls sighed in defeat. Even though Steve was only playing with the words, everything looked so true.
Every brush of the hand, stroke on the face, playful embrace and the tiniest caress meant so much for the three guys.
Oh, yes. Their chemistry. The three of them. Everything is unquestionable.
