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Seungkwan woke up to a pounding head, nausea and dry as hell throat. He needed water so bad.
Slowly, he sat up and leaned on the headboard, looking at his surroundings which looked nothing like his tiny little dorm. This room is far too big for one person, it looks bland, lacking any personal touch to be someone’s living space. So, Seungkwan guessed he’s in the guest room. It has a bathroom, bigass closet and tiny desk.
He hummed a pleased sigh, thanked the god up there for the bathroom to be in the exact room, cause honestly he isn’t ready for any human interaction.
He closed his eyes and massaging his one pounding head, his hazy state of mind start giving him a bunch of memory from last night, It started when he was dragged by his bestfriends to some party, drunk his head off even though he knows he fucking hate the taste of alcohol, saw his exes making out with each other, and congratulating them for their 1st anniversary, lastly he remember throwed up straight to Vernon’s expensive looking shoes.
Wow.. what a night.. he groans to his hands, burying his face to the pillow because he can feel the heat start to creep its way to his face. God, he is so embarrassed. How is he gonna face them after this? and the worst thing is, HE IS STILL IN THEIR HOUSE! So he obliged to apologize and thanked them, it's just polite to do so.
But, if you asked him, honestly he can bear being impolite for once, he can live with that. He can just leave this bigass house unnoticed and never sees them ever again like before this shocking encounter right? right. He can do that. No, he can’t.
What if they caught him while he’s trying to bail? It would be so embarrassing and super rude. He can’t bear feeling humiliated if he got caught, and also he can’t be stealthy for the life of him. However, he decided to fuck it, and try. He will never know if he’s not at least trying. He can do this! No he CAN’T!.
Whatever, Seungkwan’s gonna lose his mind if he prolongs this unnecessary argument with his own self. He hate to be an indecisive bitch. He pulled his hair to alter his frustration. He wished the ground would swallow him alive right then and there.
Seungkwan gets up from his cozy state on the cloud like bed, he wonders if one kidney can afford that unnecessarily comfortable bed, because He can work with 1 kidney, wait, but he’s a caffeine addict, so maybe no. Still, he would kill for that bed.
Seungkwan get into the bathroom, easing him from his need to pee. After that, he washed his hands before brushing his teeth with a toothbrush and toothpaste he found earlier in the dresser. He then proceeds to wash his face until he feels fresh enough to get rid of anylingering nausea.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror, he looked like a total mess. His hair looks like a nest of birds, face pale, eye bags darker than his thoughts, and a crusty lips. He cursed for forgetting his lip balm.
Seungkwan delicate fingers comb through his mess of hair, trying to make it at least okay. He sure as hell doesn’t want to look like a big sore loser in front of his godlike exes. He smiled when he deemed he looked good enough, but immediately scowled when he remembered his two best friends, he groaned and leaned onto the sink.
“Oh god I wish those two dumbasses never drag me to this party. I fucking hate them, just wait until i sees those two again, there would be blood and tears to pay.” Seungkwan cursed his best friends for letting him be in his current situation. He quickly shake his toughts off because regretting his past decision is dumb as hell and won’t get anything changed, so He gotta suck it up and face them.
He grabs his phone above the nightstand, fully charged. The small gesture is definitely doing things to Seungkwan, he can feel his heart start to flutter. He can’t help the giddy smile that escaped his lips. That’s until he smack his own head for being stupid.
“It’s just a small thing, ck, the bar is so fucking low. Don’t forget Seungkwan, they are strictly IN relationship, fucking know your place” he mumbled bitterly.
Seungkwan turns on his phone and sees 10.08 AM staring at him directly. He pocketed his phone as he walked to the door and twisted the knob quietly, he peeked his head and saw no one. His stiff shoulder immediately sags in relief.
His plan to just leave and never see them ever again can be executed. He smiled smugly as he walked out of the room confidently as quiet as he could. He feels safe enough to let his guard down, and that was his biggest mistake.
He squeaks loudly when he feels a strong arm engulfed him in a side hug, he stopped dead on his track, hands above his wildly pounding heart.
“Easy there, it's just me Boo. I’m sorry for scaring you.” The deep baritone voice goes straight to his spine, making him weak in the knees. He throws a nasty glare to a... shirtless Jeon Wonwoo.
“Holy fucking shit. Shirtless? Shit shit shit. Fuck.” Seungkwan's inner self went wild.
“Hey.. are you okay?.” Wonwoo has his two big palms on each of Seungkwan’s shoulders, before letting one hand lifting Seungkwan’s face so he can see his eyes.
Wonwoo pulled a smug looking smirk, pleased when he saw the way Seungkwan’s face turn red, the smaller boy seems like he had difficulty to tore his gaze from his toned chest and curved abs, it’s worth all the time he spent in the gym if he can get Seungkwan drooling over him like this.
“Like it much? I went to the gym freshman year, I'm no longer a walking stick you know..” Wonwoo’s deep breathy laugh pulled Seungkwan from his spiralling mind.
“Huh? Oh.. yeah, what are you saying again?.” Seungkwan spluttered, he internally groans, thinking about how a big mess he is right now, in front of a man of his dream.
Wonwoo once again pulled a smug face, “I said, i am no longer a walking stick like i used to be, i worked hard for these you know.” Wonwoo pulled Seungkwan’s palm to his chest, so he could feel the hardness of his chest.
Seungkwan’s brain immediately short circuited when he felt a flesh of firm chest under his palm, it was really warm. His eyes automatically follow his hand, looking at how small his hand is on those firm chest, he can see fading hickeys on Wonwoo’s collarbone. It is so fucking hot, he hate to find it hotter than it should. But then again, we talked about Jeon Wonwoo here, everything about him is effortlessly sexy.
Wonwoo’s little amused chuckles snatched him from his own head. That’s when he realized he still got his hand on Wonwoo’s chest, caressing it lightly on instinct, He retracted his hands so fast like it’s burning. His face is full blown red, he can feel it.
“You like these?.” Wonwoo asks, cocky smirk high on his face. Seungkwan wants to slap it so hard, either with his hands or lips.
“Stop being so cocky Jeon. They are okay.” Seungkwan pushed Wonwoo lightly before walking quickly, leaving a chuckling mess Wonwoo.
Seungkwan feels Wonwoo’s bulking guns circling his lithe form, tug him to his side, still chuckling. Making Seungkwan scowl and pout in annoyance, he elbows Wonwoo’s ribs to stop him.
“Stop it. You’re being annoying.”
“Yeah, sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” Wonwoo says still has lingering mirth on his voice, Seungkwan can’t help but to let his smile bloom. He let Wonwoo stir him to wherever he pleased, Seungkwan guessed it to be the kitchen, and yes, he is rarely wrong. They arrived at a big kitchen that was occupied by a pair of making out couple. He seriously hate it here.
Seungkwan almost forgot that they’re in a relationship. He forgot that his childhood sweetheart, middle school ex and Highschool sweetheart are boyfriends now, some life he live in, he internally rolled his eyes.
Wonwoo’s arm loosening from Seungkwan’s body, as he cleared his throat so the making out couple pulled from each other. He walked to them in a practised movement, showing how much they had been in each other presence, he kissed their lips before make a beeline to make two coffee, one with milk for himself and one americano for Seungkwan.
It was crazily domestic, Seungkwan feels like intruding. Like he sees something he shouldn’t. He feels so out of place, and it feels awkward on his end. He literally had once loved them, and now he has to watch them making out, and be domestic with each other. It's wild. He never ever thought of this to happen, even in his wildest dream.
“Morning Kwan.” Minghao greeted him with a smile and elegant hand wave, which he answered with an awkward smile.
“Hey.. do you feel any better, Boo? You don’t feel like throwing up again, are you?.” Hansol sounds genuinely concerned but that’s not enough to hide the teasing glance and playful tone, Seungkwan doesn't know whether to kiss him for being so considerate or smack his head for reminding that he is in fact, throwed up on his expensive pair of shoes.
“Oh, stop teasing him babe. Look at those red cheekies, we can’t let that beautiful cheeks explode before kissing it at least once.” Wonwoo says as he wrapped his arms on Hansol’s frame, pressing butterfly kisses along his neck, making the other boy giggled. Wonwoo’s comment made Hansol and Minghao burst into laughter.
“Shut up you cocky prick, and as to answer you Hansol, I feel much better, I just need water and aspirin. Thank you very much.” He says rather bitterly.
“That’s why you shouldn’t take that much booze, I offer to take that for you.” Wonwoo says eyes stern, Seungkwan throws a glare at Wonwoo, scowls hard.
“Here, drink it up Boo, you need that.” Minghao sat beside him after giving him a glass of water and aspirin.
“Thank you, hyung.” He gave Minghao a grateful smile, earning him a tender pat on his head from the older.
He gulped it down in a flash, before squinting his eyes on Wonwoo’s sharp feature who got strong grip on his mug as he sip it.
“Okay, tell me Jeon Wonwoo, are you somehow still holding a grudge against me or something?.” Seungkwan asks, fascinated when he saw a panic flash on Wonwoo’s face before it settled on a neutral expression.
“No, what makes you think that?.” he lifted his eyebrows in question.
“Because you look very much like one. You are unnecessarily antagonizing me today!.” He accused the older.
“Huh? No, I’m not.” Wonwoo says nonchalantly, he quietly serves him an americano and scrambled egg the way he likes it. Huh.. that’s surprising how he still remembered how he likes his eggs cooked.
“Okay, whatever, and thank you.”
“No prob.”
Hansol and Wonwoo joined him and Minghao on the table. The three discuss about their household supply, their day and other domestic stuff. Seungkwan simply tuned them out. It's not his business and it feels wrong to hear it. So he keeps his focus on his food.
That is until Minghao caressed the back of his left hand, making him whip his head to him immediately. Minghao gives him an amused yet fond smile, and asks oh so softly.
“What about you Kwannie?.” Minghao asks as he leans his head on his palm, giving Seungkwan his full attention.
“What? What about me?.” He asked dumbly.
“How was your day, Boo?.” This time Hansol is the one who asked him.
“Oh? Um.. its..” Seungkwan immediately launches into the story of his day, rambling about everything he did and saw yesterday with a wild hand gesture. He is so engrossed in his story, he doesn’t notice three pairs of fond and loving gazes directed towards him.
“Oh my god! I’m rambling, am i? Um.. sorry?.” He looked bashed, cheeks reddened fast making him look adorable.
“No, don’t say sorry. It’s a lovely sight to see and a wonderful thing to hear.. It was perfect, Boo.” Hansol says with his gummy smile, eyes sparked with happiness.
“Yeah, we don’t mind sweetheart.” Minghao says as he rubbed a circle on Seungkwan’s back. Relaxing him, instantly.
“Okay.. I just don’t want to make you guys uncom--.” Seungkwan’s words were cut by the blaring sound of his phone, he grimaced to the throuple before getting up and answered his phone.
“Oh, who decided to call me?.” Seungkwan pick up the call sassily.
“We are sorry Kwannie!!.” Soonyoung’s voice laced with guilt and it was enough to melt Seungkwan’s heart.
“Whatever, just pick me up please?.”
“Yeah of course, we are already in the car, where are you?.”
“Still at this bigass house.”
“At the throuple’s?.”
“Yes.”
“Oh?.”
“Yeah, oh. Come quickly!.”
“Aye aye captain.”
Seungkwan returned to the table and regretted it almost immediately when he saw Minghao on Wonwoo’s arm, connected through their lips and Hansol nibbling on Wonwoo’s bare shoulder. He shuddered at the sight.
“Um…” Seungkwan doesn't know what to say. They break apart from one another before giving him a smug smile. He can’t believe the audacity of them.
“Sorry about that.” Minghao apologized.
“No, it’s fine. I just wanna say thank you so much for letting me crash here and for the breakfast, I’m sorry for the mess I made, also Hansol, I can wash ypur shoes..?.” Seungkwan says cheeks are reddened by each word.
“It's our pleasure, Boo.” Wonwoo says.
“Don’t worry about that, we are happy to have you here.” Minghao gave him a genuine smile, he might melt a little.
“Nonsense Kwan, let me handle those Shoes, no need to worry.” Hansol sling an arm around Seungwkan’s shoulder, caressing it.
“But--.” Seungkwan protest.
“No buts, Kwan.” Hansol says sternly, it does something to Seungkwan’s fragile heart.
“Okay.” Seungkwan says in a small voice, simultaneously with honk they can hear.
“Guess, I need to go.” They walk Seungkwan to the door, Minghao and Hansol by Seungkwan’s each side and Wonwoo in front of him.
“Thank you guys, really.” Seungkwan says as he waves and gets into the car. The three wave at him back and give him their best smile. He can hear a chorus of see you around from them, and Seungkwan prays to the heaven they wouldn’t because they’re DANGEROUS to his heart.
“So how does hooking with the most wanted and hottest throuple on campus feel?.” Soonyoung asks him from the passenger seat.
“Yeah, you got the dicks secured?.” Seokmin teased him.
“I wouldn’t know. Didn’t get any.” Seungkwan says bitterly with a scowl.
“What?!.”
“Yeah, what.”
….
Seungkwan can’t believe this has happened to him, but then again, the universe is known to be his biggest haters, they always got something for Seungkwan’s life to make it interesting and spicy.
Because since the day he crashed at the throuple’s big house, Seungkwan seems to have difficulty getting rid of them. They are everywhere! Like.. everywhere, and Seungkwan doesn’t get why because they all are in different faculty and buildings! For god sake.
The thing were, Seungkwan is a History major student he supposed to never cross any of the three, Minghao being a fashion design student, Vernon in electrical engineering, and Wonwoo is a goddamn law student. He was supposed to never cross them! In fact, Seungkwan never crossed them before that party, but after that? Seungkwan saw them everywhere! From the toilet to library, The university field and the parking lot, Auditorium also Lab. They are everywhere, Seungkwan accepts his defeat after some time though.
One time he crossed path with Minghao in one of his professor’s rooms, he didn't know why he was there, he couldn’t bring himself to care, he was a man on a mission to round his score to an A, come on what the hell is an A- ?!.
Seungkwan entered the room as Minghao got out of it, they exchanged smiles and Seungkwan thought that was it. He talked to his professor for about 10 minutes before get out of that room fuming, he fucking hate that old man.
To Seungkwan’s surprise, Minghao was still in front of the room, leaning against the wall, eyes closed. Seungkwan almost forgot how hot that man was, he wore all black that day plus a leather jacket, glasses, chain accessories and a mullet black hair. Seungkwan felt like his breath catched in his throat. No one should look that hot in the middle of campus, it's not fair for the rest.
“Oh, are you done for the day?.” Minghao asked sleepily, and if it was not the cutest thing he ever seen then Seungkwan doesn’t know what is.
“Yeah, uh…” Seungkwan still can’t get himself to speak, too mesmerized by the sight, so he must look like a total dumbass.
“Good, let’s go.” Minghao's long fingers wrapped his wrist softly, then dragged Seungkwan from there.
“Where are we going?.” Seungkwan asks, confusion lacing his tone.
“Chinese restaurant.”
“Huh?.”
“Yes. We eat.”
“What?.” Seungkwan is so damn confused, what is this? It was so out of the blue.
Minghao sighed tiredly, he stopped on his track and turned around to face Seungkwan, he smiled helplessly fond when he saw the confused expression on Seungkwan’s face, he brushed his hair with his long finger before taking Seungkwan’s hands.
“We, as in you and me are going to eat at my favorite chinese restaurant, that way i can show you how much you mattered to me, you are special, and I like you, also i’m very much hungry, so shall we go?.”
“Um..okay.” Seungkwan nods and lets Minghao guide him to his range rover. Wait, did Minghao just say he is special and that he likes him? Well, it's obviously platonic right?
Another time, Seungkwan was in the campus library, working on his essays. He was in the mood to be productive and actually did his school work, so when the laptop started to lag and freeze, Seungkwan felt the urge to bang his head onto the table and cry.
He tries to restart his laptop and shutting it down, but his laptop won’t budge. Seungkwan was so close to tears and was already chanting curse words to his laptop when he felt someone’s presence behind him.
“I swear to god, someone snatch this laptop from me before I bang my head against it.” Seungkwan said through gritted teeth, tears running down his cheeks. Seungkwan hated that his anger always turned into tears.
“Hey Kwannie, oh, hey what happened?.” Seungkwan can feel someone lacing an arm on his shoulder, bringing him close against a firm chest. The voice sounds so familiar, concern laced in his voice, making Seungkwan even more frustrated and ashamed, he sobs to his hands.
“Hey, hey.. it’s okay, it’s going to be okay, Kwan.” The person continued whispering sweet nothings to his ears, making him shudder and mad, because no!
It's not going to be okay! His laptop is dead freezing, and now he has to buy another and he doesn’t have the money and he doesn't want to ask his mom to buy him one because he knows his mom is going to talk his ear off for 3 hours before begrudgingly buying him one. It's horrible. He sobs even harder. The super nice person turns him around so he sobs into the firm chest.
“Hey.. look at me, it's going to be fine.” The person lifts his head up so he can see the person who turns out to be Hansol.
“No! It's not Sol! My stupid laptop is freezing, and I don’t know how to fix it, and I have deadlines, so can i at least have my meltdown in peace?.” Seungkwan says through sobs, not noticing the relieved face and tender smile from Hansol.
“Oh, that’s the problem? I can help you.”
Seungkwan thought Hansol's words were just nonsense promises, but no. Hansol actually does something Seungkwan’s brain can’t comprehend. He works from behind Seungkwan, so he is caged in between Hansol’s arms, it doesn’t take long for Seungkwan's laptop to reboot and work like it never betrayed Seungkwan or whatsoever.
He stares at his working laptop in disbelief, he lifts his head, accidently grazing Hansol’s sharp jaw with his nose.
“I-.”
“See, everything’s fine.” Hansol looked down and smiled, their face was so close he could feel Hansol’s breath against his cheeks.
“Oh my god! You are right! Oh my god, you are my hero, my fresh air, my best dude. Oh my god thank you so much! Really, thank you so much Hansol.” Seungkwan engulfed Hansol in a tight hug, who immediately hugged him back, burying his face on the dip between Seungkwan’s shoulder and neck.
Last from the three, is Wonwoo. Wonwoo seems to be the one he encountered the most, being the history major is in the same building as the law major. Seungkwan can’t really escape Wonwoo. Wonwoo would wink at him and throw a playful smirk everytime, without a miss.
Today, Seungkwan is already on campus since 8 am in the morning, it's too early for anyone to function. That's why he needs his coffee intake to actually start his day. So, he comes to the cafeteria, buys his usual iced americano with bleary eyes when he sees Wonwoo across the cafeteria in all his glory.
He wears a white button up shirt, the first two top buttons are open, black slacks and a Rolex watch circling his wrist. He got his hair upped and wore his usual specs. He shot a wink and wicked smile in Seungkwan direction who still can't process any of it. Seungkwan is so fucked, he is so utterly fucked. How the fuck someone look that good this early in the morning? He bangs his head onto the table a few times before deciding to nod and live his day.
Well, at least that's what he wants, but no. His brain apparently wants something to contradict it. His brain won’t stop thinking about how hot Wonwoo looked, his brain can’t stop wondering how it would feels if he caressed those defined tiddies and sharp collarbone, it can’t stop screaming how he shouldn’t think any of that because Wonwoo’s not his anymore, and he also got two boyfriends, as hot, handsome and attractive as he is. He definitely needs more caffeine.
That’s why he quickly gathered his belongings once his professor ended the class. He let out a big relieved sigh, thanked the god he’s done for that boring class.
Seungkwan walks to the café around the campus in auto pilot. He absentmindedly pushes the café door to no success, he frowns a little before pulling it and that damn door still won’t open, he groans frustratedly, then feels someone’s long arm coming from his back, pushes the door with ease and the door is actually opened. Seungkwan glared at the door like it just killed his puppy.
“Are you gonna get in, or what?.” Seungkwan turns around to see who’s the deep voice belongs to, he goes still when his lips grazing Wonwoo’s cheeks.
“Boo?.” The voice carried a bit of worry in it.
“Yeah.” Seungkwan walked quickly to the counter, ordering his Iced Americano for the second time that day. Leaving Wonwoo with his amused smile.
Seungkwan's plan to hang around the café had to change because Wonwoo and his cocky Law student friends were there, working on some cases or whatever. Seungkwan couldn’t care less.
However, When he was about to walk out of the café, Wonwoo grabbed his elbow and gave him a disapproving eyes.
“What?.” Seungkwan asked, a bit annoyed.
“Stay with me for a bit.”
“Huh?.”
“Would you just sit down next to me while I working on this stupid project group, for maybe 10 minutes, then I can walk you to your next class?.” Wonwoo had this hopeful glint in his eyes, his exposed forehead was distracting him enough for him to automatically nod.
Wonwoo’s face lit up in a second, a smug smirk made its way to Wonwoo’s face. Seungkwan considered changing his mind. Wonwoo dragged him to the table, sitting beside each other closely.
“Oh hey, Seungkwan right?.” Joy, someone he knew from choir greets him, he smiles back at her.
“Yeah, nice to meet you Joy.” Seungkwan give the girl an easy smile.
“Oh.. Jeon, so, this is the one everyone on campus was talking about huh?.” Seungkwan frowned at this boy he never know before.
“Shut up, Doyoung.” Wonwoo sneered at him who immediately raised his hands in surrender.
No one on the table dares to open their mouth to talk about something not project related, not when Wonwoo has his hard expression on, eyes sharp in concentration and annoyance from before. He radiated this intimidating aura that makes his friends cower. He can see how Wonwoo’s friends scooting over from Wonwoo, so Seungkwan took pity on them.
He put his soft hand over Wonwoo’s hand while he’s working on the laptop, typing furiously fast. That’s when Wonwoo's defensive stance faltered a bit. The older melts when he sees Seungkwan’s easy smile, and even more when Seungkwan’s hands reach his face, flattening the frown on his forehead.
“Easy, Wonwoo. It’s okay. Anyone can say anything about me, I don’t care, okay? So, calm your horse, my knight in shining armor.” Seungkwan tapped Wonwoo’s cheeks before pulling his hands and unlocked his phone, ignoring everyone on the table.
Seungkwan can feel Wonwoo and his friends gaze on him. Some with amazement, gratefulness and jealousy, ignoring them as much as he can. He decides to surve through twitter, catching up on his fanboy duties.
Seungkwan is in the middle of petty fanwar when Wonwoo’s arm sling around his shoulder, caressing it. He lifts his face up, giving Wonwoo questioning eyes.
“I’m done, what time is your next class started?.” Wonwoo asks right next to his ears, sending a jolt to his belly.
“in 20 minutes.”
“Good, let’s go.”
Wonwoo laced their hands together, it felt firm and protective, Seungkwan love it. It makes him feel nostalgic, like he’s thrown back to his highschool day, he can’t help but to smile fondly. His smile faltered a bit when he remembered, this person who held his hands tightly is someones’ boyfriend.
He shakes his head to clear his mind and pull his hand from Wonwoo’s warm one. He gets a warning eyes and displeased frown from Wonwoo. He quickly gives up trying to get his hand back from Wonwoo’s possessive grip.
They keep walking hand in hand even when they’re already on campus ground. Seungkwan may say he doesn't care about what people say, but in fact that’s a big lie because he cares too much.
He shrink his form when he heard people whispering, loud enough for Seungkwan to hear they looked good together, how jealous they’re of him, where is Wonwoo’s other boyfriends?, is he their new boyfriends?, or his least favorite, is Wonwoo cheating on his boyfriends with him?.
They stood in front of Seungkwan’s class, Wonwoo still holding the younger’s hand.
“Won.”
“Yes?.”
“People are staring.”
“Okay, and?.”
“They said you are cheating on Hao and Hansol, with me. What the hell?.”
“Yeah, what the hell! I would never do that to them and to you. I would rather publicly date you and them as in four of us being boyfriends. I’m better than a cheater.” Wonwoo says with fire in his eyes, making Seungkwan’s jaw dropped.
“What the fuck, Wonwoo?!.”
“They wouldn’t mind, you know.” Wonwoo says softly.
“I can’t believe you! I’m going.” Seungkwan is furious, how can Wonwoo talk about something like that so casually.
Wonwoo once again gripped his elbow and pressed a quick peck on his forehead, airyly said “I’ll see you around, Boo.” Before stride away.
“What in the hell is his life?.”
Seungkwan can’t concentrate the whole class, his conversation with Wonwoo before was fucking with his brain. He can’t process any of it without losing his mind.
Seungkwan blasting open his apartment door. Furiously stomps his way to the couch where his bestfriends slash roommates lazing around on it.
“You won’t fucking believe this.” Seungkwan is about to go off when Seokmin says “Yeah! What’s with ‘The hottest throuple getting a new addition to their thing?!’ And that person being our best friend?! without us knowing beforehand?!.” Seokmin scoff in disbelief.
“Yeah! What’s wrong with people?! I obviously am not in any relationship right now, I would know if I am in one!!.” Seungkwan says as he pacing around the room, making Soonyoung dizzy.
“Hm.. but did you realize? how you guys treat each other was pretty much telling.” Soonyoung says between chewing his bubblegum.
“How so?.” Seungkwan asks in challenge.
“They always threw fond eyes and affectionate gaze towards you when you don’t look around.” Soonyoung says nonchalantly, followed by nods from Seokmin. Seungkwan stunned.
“They cuddle, nuzzle and touch you in an intimate way and you actually let them.”
“Wait, yeah they did that!.” Seokmin exclaimed, just now realizing it.
“They always attentively listen to your rambling, which can take hours!. You nagged them because they forgot to take their vitamins.”
“That’s because they did not care enough about their health!.” Seungkwan says, defensive. The two rolled their eyes.
“You are always there to comfort them, you are making your own place in their house, and they let you. Even helping you with it.” Soonyoung keeps on going, blatantly ignoring how red Seungkwan's face is.
“And oh! You guys have weekly date every Saturday. That’s pretty much being boyfriends for me.” Seokmin pointed out excitedly, receiving a nod and fond smile from his boyfriend. Not noticing how Seungkwan’s breath became labour.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! But we’re not kissing, we don’t exchange I love you’s and…. We don’t have sex! So, not boyfriends. I’m just their friend.”
“You are in denial, my good friend.” Soonyoung tapped Seungkwan’s shoulder in sympathy.
They all seem to be engrossed with their own head until Seungkwan says in a small voice.
“No, you are right. Wonwoo did said, he would rather date me and them as in being boyfriends than cheating, and he said they wouldn’t mind. Also, yes, i’m practically with them all the time, that’s very much being boyfriends, how can i be this stupid?!” Seungkwan grabbed a handful of his hairs, pulling it. Soonyoung and Seokmin's jaws go slack, stunned.
“But its not official or something, I wouldn’t dream of it, dating three crazy hot people, i’m not stupid enough to do that to myself. It would be so hard, you know how people are. They would say shit about me and i honestly okay with it, but if they say shit about the three? i couldn’t bring myself to do that to them.”
“What the hell, Boo?.” Seokmin shakes Seungkwan’s body, frustrated.
“You are amazing Boo Seungkwan, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. People’s opinion don’t matter! fuck them.” Soonyoung rose from the couch, joining his boyfriend, smothering Seungkwan.
“Yeah, but I'm still not their boyfriends, I don't want to! at least in the meantime.”
“Why in the hell, Kwannie?!.” The two look at him like he's grown a second head.
“What do you expect from me?! Relationships are scary!. I’m not ready for any commitment. I can be their friends, like now. It wouldn’t change things, it’s for the best.”
“Oh my god, are you really experiencing Britney moment?!.” Soonyoung says amazement lacing his tone, eyes crinkling.
“Not the time!.” The two says in unison.
“Whatever, alexa play Oops!… I did it again by Britney Spears.”