The Two Broken Souls - FreenBecky AU

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Freen's POV

The silence enveloped us throughout the whole ride. Until we reached Nam's Cafe.
Saint went out of the car and opened the door for me.
"Thanks, prince." I thanked him, but he didn't say anything.
We went inside the cafe; he opened the glass door for me, and we were greeted by Nam and her employees.

"You're here! Welcome; have a seat," she said, leading us towards the four-seater table.

She excused herself and went to get the order I made for Saint.
"What happened? Why is he there?" Saint suddenly asked, and I was about to answer him when Nam came with cookies in her hands and an iced black coffee (it's Saint's favorite order here).

"Here, eat well," she said, and she put the tray down on the table.
As she sat down, I asked her.
"Where's mine?" She was confused, as was Saint.

Oh, Nam. What do I do with you? I said to prepare Saint's favorite, but she didn't even think I would also order mine.

"Oh, right. Sorry. Wait a minute, babe." She excused herself once again.

As Nam left, silence filled the air. No one is speaking—not Saint, not even me. But I decided to break the silence because it's deafening.

"Saint, my prince, I'm sorry if I didn't tell you right away that he's back." I apologized to him, using my cute voice with a cute and pouting face.

You cannot resist my cuteness! I just know it. He then looked away and smiled. See? I'm right.

I was about to sing him a cute song, but Nam came.
"Here's yours, babe; enjoy," Nam said, placing the tray with the order down. It's five pieces of brownies and a caramel macchiato. 

"I'm still waiting for your answer," Saint said with blank eyes and a poker face.
"Shall we eat?" I asked, changing the topic. Nam nodded and took a piece of brownie off my plate.
I looked at her with a threat because it's mine, and it's just five pieces. Not enough for me, especially for the both of us to share.

"So, what happened? That jerk is back," Nam asked, so I put a brownie in her mouth to shut her up.
"Sarocha, my question is about to rot. Won't you answer it?" Saint said with a threat, looking at me with a death glare, to be exact.

"Well, yeah. He's back, unfortunately." I started.
"He approached us earlier at the cafeteria, me and Becky, while we were talking. He's acting like everything's alright, that we were okay." Nam and Saint's faces then shifted; they looked so mad and pissed.

They're both scary, to be honest.

"Then? Did he do something to you and Becky?" Saint asked.
"No. Just being bold. Fortunately, Becky asked him to leave us alone, and he obliged." I answered and gave them a smile with assurance.

"Armstrong supremacy, huh?" Nam said and laughed.
"At the parking lot, what happened there? You looked really bothered," Saint asked again.
"He approached me while I was waiting for you. He asked me for a talk; he even snatched my phone from me when I was about to text you." As I explained what happened, which I regretted, they looked much more terrifying than earlier.

Their looks could kill anyone.

"But don't worry guys, I kicked him on the knee, then I ran away. Then I bumped into you, Saint; that's what happened. I'm okay, I can protect myself." I assured them, and they calmed down a bit, I guess.

Two hours have passed, with them asking me and me, answering most of their questions, and explaining them.

"Didn't I answer all your endless questions? It feels like eternity!" I complained.