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The morning comes and brings with it a throbbing between Jisung’s temples. He mopes in bed until almost eleven in the morning when there’s a soft knock on his door. Jisung takes a moment to ask the ceiling the meaning of life before he says, "Come in, hyung!" in the general direction of the door.
Minho’s head pops into the room first, and Jisung catches the cute flash of his teeth before his mouth settles into a frown to accompany the narrowing of his eyes. "You’re in bed."
"Your powers of observation are unmatched," Jisung drones, breaking eye contact as Minho enters the room and shuts the door behind him. Minho sets himself gingerly at the foot of Jisung’s bed and stares at him. "Can I help you?" Jisung asks when Minho says nothing.
"Why are you in bed?"
"I’m tired."
"It’s almost noon."
"It is not."
"It might as well be."
"Did you come in here just to bicker with me?" Jisung whines, turning the full force of his pout on Minho.
"No," Minho says, "But you haven’t even got up to pee."
Jisung kicks his leg out to hit Minho with his foot from under the covers. "Stop stalking me."
"Stalking you?" Minho repeats, voice raising. "We live together!" Jisung groans, tugging the blanket up over half of his face to muffle the sound. Minho keeps staring at him. "Tell me what’s wrong. Do I have to fight the hot married couple? Didn’t you say they were beefy? I don’t think I’d fare very well."
Jisung laughs and kicks Minho again. He darts his hand out, catching Jisung by the ankle to hold him still. He’s plenty strong, in Jisung’s opinion. He’d do just fine. Minho can certainly be a lot scarier than Chan or Changbin.
"You don’t need to fight anyone," Jisung says. "It’s not their fault. I’m just being stupid."
"Yah!" Minho shouts, making Jisung jump at the noise. "Don’t talk about my best friend like that."
Smiling, Jisung rolls his eyes, and stares back at Minho as he glares at him. A long moment passes, with Minho waiting for Jisung to finally spit it out. And really, it’s not like he can avoid talking about it forever anyway.
"I had sex with them."
Minho blinks at him, in that strangely forced way of his. Like he's trying to get sand out of his eyes.
"What?" he says.
"I had sex with the hot married couple from the plane that I spent all day with yesterday," Jisung says flatly.
"Yah!" Minho explodes. "Han Jisung! You were going to lay in here all day and not tell me that? That's a violation of our friendship."
"Ah, hyung," Jisung whines. "Stop yelling! I already feel bad!"
"Well, you should feel bad! I can't believe you weren't going to tell me that."
"I'm telling you now!"
Minho just stares at him. Jisung shrinks under his gaze.
"Why are you sad about it?"
Jisung just shrugs, picking at his cuticles. "I dunno. Felt weird afterward. They paid for everything all day, we fucked, I felt like an intruder in their marriage. It made me a bit nauseous as I was leaving. Felt like a whore."
"You're not a whore," Minho says right away. Jisung doesn't meet his eyes when he says it. "They wanted to spice up their marriage with a threesome, that's not all too surprising. That doesn't make you stupid or a whore. Did you have fun?"
Jisung shrugs.
"Jisung."
"Yeah," he acquiesces. It was fun. At the time. It was nice to feel wanted, to be sandwiched between the two of them in ways he could have only imagined when he'd first seen them on the plane. But it wasn't fun afterward, sitting on the train, cold after coming down from the high.
"That's all that matters then, right? That you enjoyed yourself. It makes for a good story too, right? It's a good memory. It doesn't make you a whore, Jisung. And even if it did, so what? Nothing wrong with being a bit of a slut sometimes."
Jisung cracks a smile at that. "You would say that, hyung ."
"What’s that supposed to mean, huh?" Minho says, eyes narrowed again, but Jisung can spot the way the corners of his mouth pinch trying to hide his smile.
"Oh, nothing at all, hyung," he sings, tugging his ankle from Minho’s grip when he pantomimes hitting him with his knuckles.
They laugh together, and Jisung does feel a little better now that he's talked to Minho, even if it hasn't resolved anything. They sit in a comfortable silence for a minute, and Jisung runs through his thoughts before speaking again, this time with a softness that's indicative of his vulnerability. "I think I'm just sad, hyung."
Minho hums, and Jisung continues on. "Maybe I'm just too lonely, but I don't know... I like them. They were so kind. It's making me think about if I could ever meet someone like that. Someone who wants me for something other than sex."
Minho doesn't answer right away. Instead, he crawls up the side of Jisung's bed to wrap his arm around him and tug him to his chest.
"Jisung," he says. "Of course you're going to find someone who loves you the way you deserve. And if these guys made you feel some type of way, maybe tell them that. At least you'll get it off your chest, yeah?"
"I don't know, hyung..." Jisung says, mumbling now that his cheek is squished up against Minho's shoulder.
"It'll help you move on. Trust hyung," Minho says. He sounds so sure, so confident in a way that he often is and Jisung isn't.
"Okay, hyung. I'll text them."
"Good."
He doesn't text them.
It's not that he doesn't want to talk to them. It's just... There's really no point, right? At least, that's how Jisung rationalizes it. If they wanted to talk to him, he would have heard from them already.
So instead, Jisung lets himself mope for a couple days, and then he forces himself to try to move on. He stops checking his phone for texts that he knows aren't going to be there. He stops opening the chat, thinking about sending a message he knows he isn't going to send. He stops hoping.
And then one day, a couple weeks after Jisung had seen them, he gets a string of texts.
Changbin
Jisung! We closed on a place!
Chan
sorry it took so long to reach out. we got really busy!
can we see you again once we get there?
Changbin
Maybe take you up on the offer of unpacking?
Jisung's heart thuds against his sternum. He should write back and say "sorry, it was nice meeting you, but I think it would be best for us to part ways." He should just ignore the message. He should block their numbers. There's a long list of things he should do, and he chooses something that shouldn't make the list.
Me
sure!
Chan
awesome! we'll send you updates as we pack
it's going to be a nightmare ㅠㅠ
Changbin
I'm already tired ㅋㅋ
Me
lol i bet!
Jisung sets his phone aside, drops his head back on his shoulders, and opens his mouth wide to pretend to scream at the sky.
It doesn't make him feel any better.
They text. Not a lot, but enough. Just enough for it to feel a bit normal — for Jisung to stop thinking about what it felt like to be inside of Chan when his name pops up on his screen. For him to stop shutting his eyes and thinking about how he could still feel Changbin's cock the next day.
He doesn't stop thinking about how well they treated him that day though. How they'd taken care of him, how they'd laughed together, how they'd felt like old friends.
The next month passes quickly, and before he knows it, Jisung is texting them the day of their flight, wishing them a safe trip, telling them "see you soon!"
Changbin
Don't worry, we're not afraid of flying
Chan
Bin, be nice ㅋㅋ
Me
no, let him tease!
we'll see who helps you unload your heavy things and helps you assemble furniture!
Changbin
Oh, you were going to do that?
Chan
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
It's another few days after they land that Jisung finds himself on the subway, riding alone to get to the address they had sent him. The place is nestled right in the neighborhood Jisung had thought was best for them, and the pictures they sent when they'd closed on it showed off just how nice it is.
It's a good fit for them. They'll love it.
When Jisung climbs the steps out of the subway, he pulls his phone from his pocket to input walking directions, just so he doesn't mixup where he's going.
It's only a few minutes before he's standing outside, staring at their door and trying to work up the courage to knock. He takes a deep breath, gives himself a little shake, and knocks.
There's shuffling beyond the door, and Jisung can hear the swell of Changbin's voice — wordless through the wood — before the door pops open and he's met with Chan's big eyes and wide smile.
"Jisung," he breathes.
Jisung's throat works around a swallow, but he can feel the rush of the smile that spreads across his own lips. "Hi, hyung," he says as Chan leans forward to pull him into a hug.
He's warm — almost too warm — and Jisung can tell he's been sweating from the way his tank top is just a bit damp at the small of his back.
"You're just in time. Changbin and I were about to start arguing over where to put our bed," he says, stepping back to usher Jisung inside.
The place is nice, Jisung notes as he steps in. Changbin rounds a corner from the hallway and grins when he sees Jisung toeing off his shoes. He strides over to pull Jisung into a quick hug as well.
"Yeah, thanks for coming to take my side and show hyung how he's wrong," Changbin says.
Jisung laughs, setting his bag down by the door. "At least show me around before you put me to work," he teases. He ruffles through his bag quickly, pulling free the item he’d brought for them. He turns to offer it to them with a small smile. "Here. I just thought— I dunno, a house warming gift."
"Aw, Jisung!" Changbin says, taking the offered item — a small diffuser that doubles as a light, casting little images of stars and planets onto the surrounding area.
"You didn’t have to spend money on us," Chan says, a bit pouty, but Jisung can see the way his eyes light up at being gifted something.
Jisung waves him away with a little laugh. "I didn’t, actually. I exchanged the tickets from the arcade for it."
The two of them share a look that feels full of silent conversation in a language Jisung doesn’t speak.
"Thank you, Jisung," Changbin says, turning to set the item on the counter before they usher him further inside to give the grand tour.
They fall into step together, and the two of them beam with pride as they lead Jisung through the house, and Jisung is happy for them. "Is this the first place you guys own, or did you own your place back in Australia?" he asks.
"We rented there," Chan says. And really, Jisung feels like he could tell. They're just bursting with pride and happiness at having their own place, and they really deserve it.
"Congratulations, officially. I know I said it before, but it's really nice, and I hope you guys love it for a long time." He speaks earnestly, trying to showcase his sincerity without sounding too serious.
"Thanks Jisungie," Changbin says, reaching up to scratch his fingers over Jisung's back.
Jisung tries not to lean into his touch too much and instead shifts gear. "Alright, now explain your argument."
As it turns out, Chan is right. In Jisung's opinion anyway. It just doesn't look right with the bed where Changbin had suggested it.
As punishment, Changbin ropes Jisung into helping him assemble Chan's new desk. He is — predictably — the type to try and ignore the instructions, so Jisung takes them from where they'd been discarded on the floor to make sure they don't miss any steps. Chan makes himself scarce when they start bickering, but returns half an hour later. He stands in the doorway, laughing at them as he munches on snacks.
"Yah! Bring some for everyone, especially if you're not going to help!" Changbin says.
"Hyung," Jisung whines. "We're almost done. Can you focus up?"
"Yeah, Binnie, focus up!" Chan says, shaking his head tauntingly.
"You! Out!" Jisung says, waving his hand at Chan.
Chan giggles and turns his back. "I'll order some food. My boys are clearly cranky!" he calls over his shoulder.
My boys, he says, and Jisung feels his heart stutter for just a second. He shakes the feeling off, focusing on twisting the screwdriver in his hand. The faster he finishes this the faster they can eat. His head will be clearer once they eat.
The desk looks good. It's nestled right into the corner of the office, and Jisung is honestly excited to start unpacking all of Chan's equipment, eager to see it up close. Chan thanks them both with a big smile, and Jisung has to look away as Changbin expectantly pushes his cheek out for a kiss.
Chan pops open takeout on the counter, and they stand around the kitchen island to eat, because their dining table hasn't been delivered yet.
"Sorry there's nowhere to sit," Chan says, but Jisung takes his food and his chopsticks and sits right down on the floor.
"I'm a floor-sitter anyway," he says with a shrug, and then shovels a hefty spoonful of rice into his mouth.
They share a soft laugh, but it's Changbin who shrugs first, plopping down beside Jisung with a groan. "Sitting is so good," he says, rolling out his shoulders before picking up his plate to eat again.
After they eat, they don't move, staying seated on the floor and carrying on their conversation comfortably. They laugh and share stories, and Changbin whines about how much more they still have to do to get the place really finished.
It's nice. It makes Jisung's stomach hurt. He really likes them. He wants to stay friends with them. He's positive that it was some sister of fate that had set him in between them on the plane, and he doesn't want to squander the opportunity just because he keeps overthinking about how he'd slept with them.
When the conversation lulls and Chan is resting his head on Changbin's shoulder, Jisung clears his throat awkwardly. "Uhm, can I ask you guys something?"
They both nod right away, and Changbin says, "Sure," like it's that easy.
It's not easy. The words get stuck in Jisung's throat. He hates hard conversations.
"Could we maybe — I don't know — forget about last time? You know, the—" He waves his hand, searching for words he doesn't find. They both seem to understand what he means, if the frown on Changbin's lips or the furrow in Chan's brow are anything to go by. "I just— I really enjoy hanging out with you guys, and I want us to be good friends, so I just hope we can forget that and you know, be chill."
The pause is just long enough for Jisung's anxiety to spike into his throat, his stomach turning as he waits for them to respond, but Chan smoothes it over easily, with his kind eyes and placating tone.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Of course, Jisung. Whatever you want. And you know, we're really sorry if we made you uncomfortable or anything like that—"
"No, no, no!" Jisung hurries to cut him off. "Nothing like that. Just— want us to be friends, is all. I don't wanna fuck it up." He laughs awkwardly at the end, fingers twisting together in his lap.
"You couldn't fuck it up if you tried," Changbin says, but he's not smiling for once, and his seriousness makes emotion swirl unsettlingly in Jisung's gut.
"Thanks, hyung."
Things are normal.
The casual touch that had come so easily to the three of them vanishes. Chan and Changbin are nothing but cordial and polite. They're good friends. They hang out often. It becomes routine.
Jisung can't help but feel disappointment tug at his heartstrings.
They're both physical people. He can see that it's hard for them to hold themselves back from touching him. Something as simple as the way Chan would cling to someone while he laughs. The way Changbin playfully hits others when he's being teased.
And Jisung can live without it, really, as long as they can stay friends. But it feels like such a stark contrast from how they'd been, how they'd met even, that the absence of it feels cold.
It's what he asked for. Jisung wanted things to be "normal." But really, it’s not what he wants at all. He just can’t say that. He can’t be selfish.
No one brings it up again. There's no talk, no lingering stares, nothing. It's like they had never slept together.
Just like Jisung asked.
"You know I love you, right?" Minho asks him, after he lets Jisung complain about it for far too long.
"Yes," Jisung says, bracing himself for the worst.
"Then you know it's with that love that I say this with as much sincerity as I can muster." He stops, stares directly into Jisung's face and says, "You're a moron."
From the couch, Jisung chucks a pillow at him across the room.
"Jisungie!" Yongbok’s voice is loud in Jisung's airpods when Jisung answers the call as he's walking home from work.
"Hi, Yongbokkie," Jisung says, much quieter.
"I have great news!"
"Wait, let me guess! You finally got the time off to come visit me?" Jisung jokes. It's been a long-standing gag between the two of them, ever since they'd graduated and Yongbok had moved back to Australia.
"Yes!" Yongbok is shouting on the other end, and it's the only way Jisung can tell that he's being serious.
"Wait, really?" Jisung asks, eyes wide as he steps to the side on the walkway to be out of the way when he stops in his tracks.
"Yeah, really! Can I stay with you? Pretty please," Yongbok says, drawing out the word into a whine that should be annoying, but is sweet to Jisung's ears.
He loves Yongbok a lot. He often finds himself wishing they were back in college, staying up late at night, spending nearly every second together.
"Of course!" he says, and he really can't stop grinning now.
"Ah, I'm so excited!" Yongbok says. "We're going to go out. I miss Seoul nightlife so bad, you have no idea!"
Jisung scoffs and laughs. "What do you mean? You dragged me out every night in Sydney a few months ago!" he chides.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll survive."
"With you in charge? Who knows?"
Yongbok catches Jisung chewing at his lip as he stares at his phone just three days into his visit. He plops himself down beside Jisung on the couch, arm around his shoulders as he peeks at Jisung's phone.
"Who are you frowning at?" he asks, and Jisung sighs, locking his phone to drop it into his lap.
"You know my new friends?" Jisung starts, and Yongbok nods and wiggles his eyebrows.
"The hot married couple from the flight who you slept with and then backtracked on, yeah, I think I recall," he says, and Jisung hits him in the chest.
"They wanna hang out."
"Oh, my god, invite them! We can all go out! We can go in a whole group!" Yongbok says, way too excited way too fast.
"What if I get drunk and embarrass myself, though?" Jisung says, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms.
Yongbok shrugs. "I thought they were just your friends," he says pointedly.
"They are," Jisung says.
"Well, you embarrass yourself in front of me all the time, so I don't see the problem."
Jisung rolls his eyes. "Whatever, asshole," he says, with no bite at all.
"Seriously, it'll be fine. Better than fine, even. It'll be fun," Yongbok assures him.
And as much as Jisung complains about getting dragged around by his extrovert friend, he does always have a good time when he and Yongbok go out.
"Just send them a text. Tell them to meet us out, or come here first, or whatever. I'll go pour us shots so you can get over yourself," Yonhbok says, patting Jisung's thigh before getting up.
Me
would you guys wanna go out? like. To the club lol
Changbin
What? You think we're too old?
Me
hey you said it, not me ㅋㅋ
my friend from australia is here and we always go out
minhos meeting us there with a couple friends
idk thought it would be fun and a good excuse to make you guys some more friends
Chan
wait, your aussie friend is here!?
we'll come!
Changbin
jisung dont ditch me with the aussie bros
i dont know if i'll survive
Me
ㅋㅋ i'll protect you hyung
"Felix?"
"Chris?"
Jisung blinks, eyes wide as he looks back and forth between Chan and Yongbok, both pointing at each other in the entryway of Jisung's apartment. Changbin stands just past Chan's shoulder, his whole head rolling in sync with the motion of his eyes.
"This troublemaker is your friend, Jisungie?" he laments loudly, and Yongbok laughs loudly, pulling Changbin into a hug.
"You love me," he says, groping at Changbin's biceps when he pulls back.
Yongbok clasps his hand with Chan's and then they're hugging too, and Yongbok looks at them and says, "I didn't know your Jisungie was my Jisungie."
Maybe Jisung reads into the way the tips of Chan's ears turn bright red as he chuckles. But then Yongbok turns on him.
"And I didn't know your 'hot, married couple from the flight' was these two cunts!"
Jisung twists his face into something that he hopes reads loud and clear as: shut the fuck up.
Yongbok does a full spin in the silence that follows, trapped in the middle of the awkward tension that now permeates the room. He ignores it and says, "So... shots before we go?"
Turns out Chan and Yongbok are childhood friends, according to Changbin. Jisung learns this in the Uber, sitting in the back seat in between Chan and Changbin. "You're the smallest," they'd said, after Yongbok had yelled shotgun! like a teenager. "Besides, a bit nostalgic, no?"
And really, he does fit well in between them.
The alcohol he'd had before they left is buzzing in his system when Chan leans back in his seat. He was previously hunched forward, to talk in Yongbok's ear, but Yongbok is now happily chatting with the driver, and Chan turns to catch Changbin and Jisung's eyes with a little smile.
"I didn't know your name was Chris," Jisung blurts, unable to help the first thing that comes to mind.
Chan laughs softly, and Changbin snorts from behind Jisung's peripheral. "Yeah... I go by Chan in Korea because it's easier," he says. "And Changbin likes it."
"Channie just sounds better," Changbin says, and when Jisung looks at him, he's pouting.
"But yeah, you can call me Chris, if you want," Chan says, shifting in his seat like he's restless, eager to get out of the car. "I don't care much about the hyung thing either. I didn't grow up with it, so I don't mind."
"Not me, though," Changbin says, and suddenly, his arm is around Jisung's shoulder and then pulling him in for a little headlock. "I'll be your hyung from now until you die."
Jisung laughs but says nothing. He's focusing too hard on the flex of Changbin's bicep against his neck, and he needs all of his energy to be spent on not getting a boner.
The line at the club isn't very long, and they get inside with no trouble. Yongbok pulls Jisung by the hand to the bar right away, with Chan and Changbin in tow.
"First round on me," Yongbok says, and then leans over the bar, wedging himself between two seated people as politely as he can. Jisung turns to face Chan and Changbin while they wait, and maybe that was a mistake.
Somehow they look even better under the lights of the club, and Jisung has to frown because they had lamented about being old and feeling out of place in a club like this. But Jisung had rolled his eyes at them. They're not even old. Changbin is only a year older than he is.
"Han Jisung!"
Jisung's head pops up and to the side, like a meerkat, at the call of his name over the thudding music. He only knows two people who can be that loud, and Changbin's mouth hadn't moved. Sure enough, he spots Minho shortly after as he squeezes by the few people in between them. Seungmin trails after him, a neutral expression on his face.
Seungmin is... not Minho's boyfriend.
But he's not not Minho's boyfriend either.
It's confusing, and Minho is emotionally constipated over it, so Jisung mostly lets it be. He doesn't complain about being unhappy, and as far as Jisung can tell, neither does Seungmin.
"Hi hyung," Jisung says, leaning forward to be heard as he tries to speak clearly over the music. "This is Chan and Changbin," he says, gesturing to both of them before turning. "This is Minho-hyung, my roommate, and our friend Seungmin."
"Ah, yes, Bloody Nose and Biceps. I've heard much about you," Minho says, and Jisung hits him in the shoulder.
Chan and Changbin, for their part, laugh good-naturedly.
"Where's Yongbok?" Minho asks.
Right on cue, Yongbok returns with a tray of drinks. Jisung hurries to help him unload them and dish them out. Once everyone has one, Yongbok raises his glass first. "To new friends," Yongbok says, clinking his drink against Seungmin's glass. "And old friends, too," he says, pointedly staring at Chan.
They all holler together before taking their drinks in one go, and Jisung is struck with the sudden feeling that it's going to be a very long night.
With alcohol dancing in his system, Jisung will do just about anything. He's always been a vibe-matcher. "Once I'm out, I'll stay out all night," he always says.
And with Minho and Yongbok around, dancing is a must. They take breaks, of course, moving to a high top to catch their breath, to chat as best they can over the music. Seungmin comes back with a pitcher of water at some point that feels like it's going to save Jisung's life.
It's fun. Easy.
But he can't stop staring.
He knows he's been caught a few times, peeking at Chan and Changbin when they're dancing together. They're chaste about it, not like some couples. But the way they look at each other, even in the grunginess of a club of all places.
They're so in love.
Minho's head pops into the focus of Jisung's view.
"Come on," Minho says, and Jisung frowns at him.
"I'm tired," Jisung lies, but Minho grabs him by the wrists to pull him up to standing anyway.
"I don't care; come dance with me. You've been ignoring me all night."
"Me!?" Jisung gawks, but lets himself be dragged. "You've been wedged between Seungmin and Yongbok all night!"
"A great place to be, really," Minho says.
Jisung rolls his eyes, but he can't help but smile as Minho tugs him onto the edge of the dancefloor. They make it far enough that Jisung is a bit turned around, can’t be sure where their other friends are. He's positive they're all fine; they're smart, capable adults.
The song shifts, and Minho nods in appreciation, a goofy expression on his face. Jisung laughs, and they dance together. It's crowded, so of course they're close, and Jisung is comfortable with Minho. He's his roommate, one of his best friends in the entire world, and always there for him.
It is out of the ordinary for Minho to put his hands on Jisung in the way he is right now. Pulling Jisung's hips into his own and then slipping his palms over his ass.
Jisung pulls back just enough to gawk at him, appalled. "Minho!" he scolds.
"I'm just testing something, relax," Minho says, and then he's using his grip on Jisung's hips to spin him around and pull Jisung's body into his own chest.
When Jisung lets the tension bleed out of his shoulders, he leans into Minho's touch. His head falls back onto Minho's shoulder, and when he opens his eyes, he flicks them across the room. He spots Yongbok and Seungmin first, in the corner. Seungmin is up against the wall and Yongbok is leaning into his space, talking into his ear. Seungmin's face splits into a laugh.
Jisung finds Chan and Changbin next, and when he meets Changbin's eye, he can't look away. His eyes are dark with some unidentifiable emotion, and Changbin turns his head when Minho's hands slide over Jisung's hips.
"Minho," Jisung says, turning his face toward him, only to find Minho grinning.
"Shh, it's working," he says.
Jisung makes a confused noise in the back of his throat, and then he jumps when he feels someone touch his shoulder. When he turns, he finds Chan, looking all too serious for the night out they're having.
"Could I talk to you for a minute?" he says, leaning in so Jisung can feel his breath against his ear.
Jisung nods, not even pausing to look back at Minho as Chan takes him by the wrist and leads him through the packed throng of people off the dancefloor. They duck out into a hallway that's on the way to the bathroom. The music is much quieter over here, and there's hardly any people in the hallway.
Chan comes to a stop at the end of the little nook, and Jisung finds himself looking at him expectantly. Their eyes meet, and Jisung can see Chan trying to wrestle the emotion off his face, but he's fighting a losing battle.
Jisung waits for Chan to say something, but he doesn't. He just keeps holding onto Jisung's wrist and staring at him, and Jisung feels like he's watching in slow motion when Chan's tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lips.
The alcohol in his system is making his brain do silly things, like remember how it feels to kiss Chan.
He doesn't have to imagine it very long, because in the next second, Chan is leaning in to do exactly that.
His mouth is incessant at Jisung's, lips hungry as he kisses him. Jisung doesn't hesitate — maybe sober he would have — he just kisses back, wrapping his arms around Chan's waist to pull him closer as he leans back against the wall.
Chan's body is warm as he presses into Jisung's space, and they kiss for far too long before he manages to stop and say, "I'm sorry. You said— I know you said—"
"I figured this is where you got off to."
Jisung's head turns at the sound of Changbin's voice, and he looks much calmer than he did before. In fact, there's mirth in his eyes and a smirk on his lips as he approaches them and puts his hand on Chan's waist, fingers grazing against Jisung's.
"Sorry," Jisung says, numb lips forming the word involuntarily. He doesn't want to be sorry. He doesn't want to feel guilt when he kisses Chan.
"It's okay," Changbin says, rubbing his thumb over the back of Jisung's hand. Even that small touch is so monumental in comparison to the past few months. "Let's go home?" he suggests.
Jisung just nods, not able to find any words to deny him. Chan smiles at him, and takes him by the hand again to lead the way out the back door. They remind him to text Minho and Yongbok that he's left, and Jisung pockets his phone before he could ever dream of getting a reply. He can't deal with whatever teasing no doubt awaits him.
They walk. It's much closer than Jisung's place, and the fresh air helps Jisung sober up quicker than another trip in an Uber would.
They move in near silence, only a few passes of laughter shared as they hang off one another and swing their hands together. It's wrong, but Jisung lets himself enjoy it anyway.
It's only once they're passing the threshold of their home that Jisung comes up short, panic settling into the back of his throat, dancing with the alcohol and making the words spill out with no filter.
"I can't do this," he says.
Two sets of eyes land on him, and Jisung has to stare at his feet to power on. He can't look at the way Chan's eyes shine with guilt or the way Changbin's narrow in the furrow of his frown.
"I like you both too much, so I can't— I can't just sleep with you."
Jisung raises his head when they don't respond right away, and finds them both smiling now.
"Jisung..." Chan starts, stepping closer to him to slide his arm around his waist.
"We like you too," Changbin finishes, bracketing Jisung on the other side.
Jisung looks back and forth between the two of them. "Wait, really? But— you're married, and I'm just— well. I dunno, but you're married."
Chan shrugs. "And that's why it's convenient that we both like you so much."
"Yeah, it was really hot when you broke my husband's nose, and I just haven't been able to stop thinking about you since," Changbin says, grinning.
Jisung hits him right in his supple pec. "It was not broken, you jerk!"
Chan giggles, nuzzling the nose in question into Jisung's cheek. "Don't listen to him. It got us all to meet, didn't it?"
"Yeah," Jisung says, turning toward Chan. His face is so close, and his breath is so soft and warm on Jisung's lips, and they said that they like him too, and for once in his life, Jisung is not going to overthink it.
He kisses Chan sweeter than he ever has before.
"Hey," Changbin whines immediately, tugging on Jisung's belt loop. "You already kissed all up on him at the club. Shouldn't it be my turn?"
Jisung turns back toward him, humming as Chan kisses down his neck. "Are you done being mean to me?" he asks.
"Oh, I can be much meaner," Changbin says, "but I'm not sure you could handle it."
"You should put him in his place," Chan murmurs, words muffled into Jisung's damp skin.
His place, as it turns out, ends up being shoved back into the couch cushions with Jisung kneeling on the floor between his spread legs. Jisung can't help but lean into his lap, hands roaming over the soft skin of his belly as he reaches for the curve of his pec to squeeze before sucking his nipple into his mouth.
Changbin gazes down at him, lip caught between his teeth as he holds on gently to the back of Jisung's head. Chan is a warm, sure presence at Jisung's back, curling over his body, cupping the other side of Changbin's chest in his hand as he brushes his thumb over his other nipple. Changbin’s so sensitive, and in no time at all, he's pushing at Jisung, urging him to settle back and take his cock into his mouth and swallow him down to the hilt.
"Fuck, so good, baby," Changbin groans, and Chan hums in agreement as he tucks his face into Jisung's neck to kiss and suck, hands eager over the naked planes of Jisung's torso.
Jisung bobs his head slowly, slurping loudly around Changbin when he notes how his breath stutters when Jisung's lips get messy with his spit. One hand cups his balls gently, working them in his palm. He loses focus a bit when Chan's hands frame the base of his cock, fingers playing through Jisung's happy trail into his pubes before he curls his hand around him.
Jisung pops off, jerking Changbin's cock messily as he catches his breath, pressing sloppy kisses to the underside of his shaft. Chan groans into his ear, and Jisung can feel the way he's hard and leaking, rutting into the space of Jisung's ass, dribbling precum over Jisung's hole and smearing it when the tip rubs up against Jisung's taint.
"Come on," Jisung says, tonguing at Changbin's tip until his leg twitches up against Jisung's shoulder. "Come on my face and make me pretty." He pants between his words, shifting his own hips to desperately fuck into Chan’s fist.
"You’re always pretty, baby." They say it at the same time, and Jisung can’t help the noise that catches at the back of his throat, thankfully covered up by the way they all breathe a laugh at their synchronicity.
It fades quickly, chased away by all of them trying to tumble over the cliff of pleasure that awaits them. Changbin comes first, spilling over Jisung's cheeks and onto his waiting tongue, dribbling messily over Jisung’s knuckles as he milks him through his full climax.
Chan groans, tucking his face into Jisung's shoulder and biting down on his flesh as he comes soon after, painting Jisung's taint and hole and the floor with his release.
"Come on, Jisung. Want you to feel good," Changbin says, but he's boneless against the couch as Chan struggles to ride out his orgasm, jerk Jisung off, and run his free hand over his chest all at once.
It doesn't take much. The weight of Chan over his back coupled with the weight of Changbin's heady stare is enough to make Jisung come with a loud grunt, eyes pinching shut as he makes a mess of their floor.
Chan helps him up, and they both stumble on shaky legs. It's an excuse to cling to each other, and Jisung takes it, leaning in to steal a kiss as Changbin groans and stretches out on the sofa behind him.
"Come on," Chan says, bending to hit Changbin's thigh. "We can sleep soon, but we should clean up."
It's late. They're tired, but it's warm and comforting when they bustle around each other cleaning up. They crowd into the shower with steam billowing around them, and the water runs cold after too long spent trading kisses.
When they're done, and Jisung is wedged in the middle of their too-small queen bed, he finds himself asking, "So what does this mean?"
Chan just shrugs, arms around Jisung's waist. "We have all the time in the world to figure it out, right?"
Changbin kisses Jisung right at the corner of his mouth. "We can go at your pace. But starting in the morning, because I'm about to pass out."
Jisung laughs, all the tension melting away from his limbs. After months of worrying, it feels worth it. His pace. He can do that. He’ll think about what he wants, and he won’t be shy in asking.
In the morning, Jisung shakes his head as he finally checks his phone.
Yongbok
my best friends move out of the country
and shack up with my college roommate!?
life is a simulation