OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

GOOD MISTAKE

It all started when Chay got his name misspelled for the first time by the new barista. Will something brew between them?

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"Porschè? This wasn't me." Chay said as he read the name written on his coffee cup.

"What do you mean? That's your name." His friend Ohm said as he sat across Chay and placed their drinks on the table.

Chay scoffed, eyeing his drink, "No, it's not."

Ohm peeked at the name and laughed, "Yes, it is. See, Porschè with an accent at the end. It's still pronounced as Porchay, you know." Ohm said, almost mockingly.

Chay pouted, "It's still wrong. This is the first time P'Khun misspelled my name." he said then he sipped his hot coffee. Chay was always been a regular customer of KFC, Khun's Fine Coffee. Other than it's near his university, the coffee is fine as said at the cafè's name and the ambiance was great for studying.

"Oh. It is because it wasn't P'Khun who served the drinks." Ohm said.

"Who?" Chay asked.

Ohm shrugged, "I don't know. I think he's new."

Chay never knew that this incident is not a one-time thing. The new barista always misspells his name, even his four-lettered nickname. He became "Shey" one time which he finds ridiculous.

This goes on many times. He even has a mental list of his misspelled names. Shei. Chie. Chey. He even got a "For Shi" name on his cup that made him laugh out loud. The list is never-ending, but the barista never gets his name right.

To be honest, he wasn't mad about it. He was actually looking forward to what would be his name on his cup every time he goes to the cafè. He wasn't expecting that his name would be spelled in different varieties. He hasn't got a chance to meet this barista because every time he orders, it was Khun who is manning the counter. Only Ohm got to meet him.

"Here's your order, my little Porchay." Khun said cheerfully as he placed the drink at their table, "And for you, as well, Ohm."

"Thank you, P'Khun," Ohm said.

Chay peeked at the name, "Porsche again? This wasn't me, Phi. This is my brother's name. I've got this name like seven times already." Chay said, pretending to be mad.

"Really? Kim misspelled it again." Khun huffed.

Chay looked at Khun, "Kim?"

Khun nodded and rolled his eyes, "That's my brother. I forced him to help me handle the cafè, but he's not even doing his job right. Do you know how many people told me they got their name misspelled? I don't think he even asks how to spell the customer's name and just writes whatever he hears. That little rascal." he ranted. "The only advantage of having him here is he pulls a lot of customers because of his fine looks they say."

"It's fine, P'Khun. I think it's time for me to introduce myself to him so he can know the right spelling of my name." Chay said with a small smile.

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Chay entered the cafè, alone this time. He will take this chance to introduce himself to Khun's brother. He spotted a man behind the counter with a deep frown etched on his face, obviously not liking whatever he is doing. Chay stood near the counter, a small smile plastered on his face.

The man behind the counter sighed, "Welcome to Khun's Fine Coffee. What can I get for you?" he said lazily, not even glancing at Chay. People were right. He is a fine man, except with wrinkling lines on his because he frowns. There's not much resemblance between him and Khun. Khun is more alive and colorful and he's extremely friendly. But his brother is the opposite of him, it looks like he hated everyone.