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Yewang sleeps in his own bed most nights. Usually, there’s not too much sleeping over happening in the dorm, but tonight doesn’t feel particularly like one of those normal nights. There’s something dark brooding inside his chest that he doesn’t know how to relieve without someone by his side. He keeps thinking about it. All the feelings he has that shouldn’t be there.
He wants Minwoo or Hyunwoo around in particular. He craves them by his side, even though the two of them are the biggest subjects of his fears and spiraling thoughts, but he can’t sleep in two beds at the same time.
What he settles on, eventually, is taking his chance with Minwoo, who’s more inclined to give up his space in favor of someone else. He wouldn’t even notice much of the lack of space he’ll have once Yewang’s lying by his side, anyway, because Minwoo falls asleep magically fast. He knows this, because they’ve done this a handful of times before, and Minwoo was totally okay with him sleeping there. So, really, it’s no big deal.
Except it does feel like a big deal. Perhaps because they rarely ever do this. And perhaps because it’s Minwoo. And Hyunwoo lying less than a meter away from him, their beds pressed against each other. It feels much bigger than it should.
Yewang presses his body against Minwoo’s shoulder, burying his face in the space where he’s allowed to rest it. With Minwoo this close, he can notice practically everything. Minwoo’s natural scent, how his heart is beating inside his chest as if he’s running from a serial killer or something, so extraordinarily fast. His pinky reaching for Yewang’s, safely hidden under the covers.
Yewang thinks about Hyunwoo instead of any of this. No, even with Minwoo pressed so nicely against him, all Yewang really thinks about is Hyunwoo’s piercing gaze fixed on him, how he’s staying in such an uncomfortable position instead of sleeping, just to look at Yewang. All he can think about is what that means.
He almost asks him. Yewang almost opens his mouth and asks, “do you want to join us?” because he wants him to say yes. Yewang wants him. With Minwoo.
It’s too embarrassing to keep this train of thought going, so Yewang shuts his mind off as well as he can and closes his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep quickly.
Minwoo’s already snoring under and beside him. Yewang’s always envied how easily he can drift off to dreamland, especially with someone else next to him, so close. His now consistent breathing pattern calms Yewang down enough for him to join him in his dreams ten minutes later.
Yewang thinks about anything but how Hyunwoo’s unsteady breathing echoes in the small room, a direct contrast to Minwoo’s steady one. He thinks about anything but how it makes him want to lock eyes with Hyunwoo again like he did this morning, the burning want gathering in his stomach when Hyunwoo smiled at him. He doesn’t think about anything at all. And if he does, that’s just for him to know.
It stays on his mind when he wakes up in the middle of the night. The feelings that spur on the butterflies in his stomach never really leave him, only awaken when he does. Minwoo sleeps soundly next to him, still, mouth agape just slightly. Drool seeps down a little, and were Yewang any more out of his mind than he already feels, he’d have reached forward to wipe it away.
Instead, he keeps staring at him, occupied with the thoughts that come swirling in his mind. All of them relate to Minwoo, Hyunwoo, anything about the two or three of them. Not all of the thoughts that Yewang gets are pleasant. That’s the main reason he’s here tonight, anyway, but it still takes him off guard when he gets the first few dark ones that remind him that he doesn’t belong here, and he doesn’t really know where else he does belong.
He’s unsure if he even really wants to know where he’d belong, because if it isn’t here, lying right next to Minwoo, in a close enough distance to hear Hyunwoo’s soft, peaceful breathing in the midst of the night, he doesn’t know if he wants to belong there.
It certainly can’t be here, though, he figures. Minwoo and Hyunwoo fit with each other like two peas in a pod. They always have. It’s hard to wedge yourself between them. Yewang used to try, tried to fit in anywhere. Any nook or cranny, any empty spot he could find between them was his place. He hadn’t yet realized why he wanted so badly to fill the spaces between them.
He’d given up soon enough. He didn’t have any other option, really. Minwoo and Hyunwoo seemed to understand and complement each other like no one else. Yewang sometimes still wishes he could fit in between them, be the glue that holds them together, something they need, but he knows now that they don’t actually have anything they need between them. They’re good together as it is. He shouldn’t allow himself to think that way, think he could complete them somehow, so he doesn’t. Not usually.
Instead, Yewang tends to settle on trying to find something just as good, relieving and fitting with the both of them. Alone and together. He doesn’t need to replicate the love they share if he can just find something similar. He doesn’t need to push himself in between them. He’ll just exist alongside them. Create their own bubble.
Moments that crush him still exist, though, and they make it hard to get back into the positive mindset of being laid back about things. Moments like now, when their bond becomes even clearer, when Minwoo jolts awake, and seconds later, Hyunwoo pushes out his morning yawn as well. Waking Hyunwoo up is a hellish task for anyone, including Minwoo, but this moment, somehow, he wakes up easily, despite it still being the middle of the night, meaning none of the three should be awake at this time of the night.
When Yewang wakes up during the night, he typically falls asleep again right away, but he’s a restless sleeper when he’s next to someone else. When he’s next to Minwoo, that restlessness becomes almost unbearable. Because while Minwoo provides a sense of comfort, relief and peace for him most of the time, he’s also his biggest cause of nerves, stirring the butterflies awake effortlessly. Especially because he’s not too shy for casual touch, and any touch Minwoo brings to his skin, keeps Yewang wide awake.
About an hour after Minwoo woke up and Yewang couldn’t fall asleep anymore, Minwoo opens his sleepy eyes to look at Yewang. Yewang still hears Hyunwoo’s quiet snores. It eases his mind in a way, because it reminds him not only of the fact Hyunwoo is safe and sound in his sleep, tucked away, but also that Minwoo and he are the only one’s really present in the room now, because if Hyunwoo doesn’t wake up immediately when Minwoo does, he won’t wake up soon at all.
Being along with Minwoo is, however, at the same time, the reason he’s starting to get so nervous that he’s doing everything in his power not to look back at Minwoo’s ridiculously adorable sleepy head right now.
“Why won’t you look at me?” Minwoo pouts. He reaches for Yewang’s face. Yewang is defenseless against his easy tactics. He lets Minwoo hold him by the jaw and guide him to the right, facing Minwoo with a hopeless look in his eyes he hopes Minwoo can’t decipher.
Minwoo doesn’t do anything special now that he’s got Yewang’s eyes on him. He just lets Yewang stare at him while he lets his own head fall on the pillow beneath him again.
He’s not even looking at Yewang anymore—he just wanted his attention because he hates how he gets ignored sometimes, how little attention he thinks he gets from Yewang because usually when Yewang thinks about him, he keeps it to himself—but Yewang just can’t keep his eyes off him. Minwoo isn’t doing anything, and yet Yewang can’t look away, completely mesmerized simply by the fact Minwoo is within reach.
He feels almost tangible. He should always feel tangible, considering he’s a person and one of his best friends, but that’s still not always the case. More often than not, Yewang feels like he can’t go anywhere near Minwoo in his mind. Not because Minwoo isn’t approachable or pushes him away, but because it scares Yewang how much he wants Minwoo. How much he wants more. So he pushes everything away.
Yewang always wants more. He can’t stop wanting more. It’s one of the things he dislikes the most about himself, his constant greed, and when he met Minwoo and he noticed how much plain want he had reserved for him, he started associating Minwoo with that hatred. That fear of never having enough, never being enough. Yewang hated nothing more than Minwoo seeing right through him, Minwoo seeing him as Yewang saw himself in the deepest of the night.
It's why he couldn’t be alone tonight. He’d been stuck in a negative loop of overthinking all day, and he’s learned to reach out to others when this happens. It’s also why lying here next to Minwoo, of all people, might not have been the best idea for a night such as this one.
“I’m going to sleep again,” Yewang states out of the blue, hiding himself. It’s what he’s used to doing. Minwoo knows this too. Yewang hopes he doesn’t see through it.
Minwoo sees right through it. Almost like knowing this hurts him, he asks Yewang, “are you really not going to talk about why you’re here tonight?” Yewang takes a moment too long to respond to be able to stop Minwoo from blurting out anything and everything else that’s on his mind. “I mean, no pressure or anything. But, you know, it could be good to talk about it. I don’t want you to bottle everything up, because, obviously something’s going on. I just... you just won’t say what,” he rambles. Yewang would find it endearing if it didn’t mean he just got pushed into the dark.
“It’s fine.” He means it both ways. I’m fine, and you're fine.
“Is it?” Yewang hates how well Minwoo knows him. He wants to be able to hide his fears, but Minwoo holds a light to them and counts all the doubts living in his dark heart. ”Do you want to talk about it with me? Or I can leave it for tonight, if you’d prefer.”
But Yewang knows he has to talk about it if he wants to let it go someday. If he wants to learn and grow and move forward, he has to face this.
“I’ve been stuck all day just thinking. Spiraling, really. I’ve got all these bad thoughts on loop inside my head, about everything.” Yewang’s heart hammers in his chest. He really didn’t want to have to admit this. At least Hyunwoo’s snoring in the background offers him some comfort, somehow. It tells him he’s not actually as alone here as he feels. It’s also something he can focus on while waiting for Minwoo to respond.
It takes a while before Minwoo says anything. Yewang’s so deep in thought he almost forgets he’s waiting to hear Minwoo’s answer.
“It’s good you reached out to someone then. You shouldn’t get sucked into negative thinking like that, but I know it can be hard to let that go. I haven’t always been the best at navigating it either.”
This surprises Yewang somehow. He knows Minwoo has his own problems, they’ve even talked about it enough times for Yewang to forget the number, and Minwoo has been open about his insecurities since the beginning, but at the same time, Minwoo is positivity and resilience itself. There’s nothing he can’t do. Or can’t try, at least. Yewang admires him for all the strength he has in him. Yewang loves him for it.
“Thanks,” Yewang shallowly replies, unsure what else to say. He’s already too deep into his head. There’s no use having a conversation about this if he’s only one foot into reality right now. “I, eh, can we talk about this more tomorrow?” He has an excuse lying on the tip of his tongue if Minwoo needs it, but Minwoo accepts his suggestion without blinking.
“Of course we can talk about it tomorrow. Whatever you want, Yewang. I just… I can’t bear the thought of you going through anything alone, so I worry. Sorry if that’s… I don’t know.”
Yewang smiles as brightly as he can, and even though that isn’t really brightly enough to be called a real smile, Minwoo smiles back at him, recognizing it even in the darkness of the night. He needs no light to read Yewang. “Thanks.”
Minwoo nuzzles his head against Yewang’s shoulder. He pries against the bone too harshly, making Yewang wince, before he moves around until he finds a comfortable position to fall asleep in. Before he tells Yewang to sleep well, he plants a soft kiss on Yewang’s chest, which is so soft Yewang can pretend he didn’t even feel it when Minwoo’s fast asleep later and Yewang is left to think about everything that just happened again and again until his brain finally grows tired of it.
“You’re so dear to me,” Minwoo says against his chest as a way of saying goodnight, a way of saying he hopes Yewang takes care of himself. It’s almost better than hearing ‘I love you’. Yewang locks it inside a safe in his brain to which he has long lost the key.
It takes exactly 46 minutes for Yewang’s mind to be done revisiting the memories of the night with Minwoo. It takes exactly one minute more for Hyunwoo to wake up and make it everyone’s problem. This means Yewang has had five hours of sleep if he’s lucky, and he’s about to make that everyone’s problem.
Minwoo is the one suffering from both of this the most. Before he has the time to open his eyes, Hyunwoo’s entire body is already pressed on his in a flat line. On his side, Yewang is mumbling angry things at Hyunwoo that sound like he swallowed the dictionary of cuss words instead of sleeping for that one minute Hyunwoo granted him.
“Get off of me,” Minwoo huffs without any bite. “You’re suffocating me.” Yewang presses to his side, still sleepy despite his mood. “You both are.”
Neither of them listen to Minwoo’s poor attempts to get rid of them. Minwoo gives in soon enough and embraces Hyunwoo, moving around Yewang’s body to clasp his hands together on Hyunwoo’s back. Yewang lets his head rest against the side of his arm. It’s warm like this, and Minwoo doesn’t want to leave, so he doesn’t.
Minwoo lies perfectly still when he notices Yewang waking up. Hyunwoo’s still asleep, and doesn't know if Yewang will make him move if he realizes Minwoo’s awake as well, so he'd rather pretend to still be off to dreamland so he can lie here without any real worries.
Yewang notices. He nuzzles closer to Minwoo, his own moment of selfishness. None of the three speak. Only when Hyunwoo wakes up, loud as ever, do Yewang and Minwoo pretend to open their eyes for the first time that morning.
They flow into their getting ready routine with practiced ease. The day continues like any other. It's nice and it's reassuring, but it also interferes with Yewang's plans to talk to Minwoo during the day. He doesn't get the opportunity, and even if he can create a moment, he gets stuck.
Every time he walks up to Minwoo to talk, though, his mouth has different ideas. He keeps telling him very different things, asking about dinner, telling him he picked out a cute shirt to wear today. Anything and everything except what he’s supposed to say.
He settles on just talking to Minwoo tonight. He was going to slip into Minwoo and Hyunwoo’s room tonight anyway, preferring their comfort over his own lonely bed by a landslide.
It doesn’t help that Minwoo’s too considerate to bring their talk up himself. If Yewang’s not ready, he’s not ready, and I shouldn’t push it, is honestly what goes on inside his mind at least half of the time, Yewang’s sure. Even if Yewang just rushed into their bedroom and pushed himself under the covers by Minwoo’s side silently, he wouldn’t say a word about it out of his own volition, just to make sure he doesn’t push Yewang too hard.
Yewang figures if they want to get anywhere, he has to be the one to say something first. The words are difficult to get out, though, because it’s not late enough for his deepest, darkest thoughts to want to come to the surface yet, and those are also the thoughts that are attached to his sense of courage.
Besides, Hyunwoo isn’t asleep yet, lying peacefully in his own bed, just a little away from Yewang and Minwoo. Yewang can hear his ragged breathing pattern, careful not to be too obvious about it, but failing miserably. It’s cute, Hyunwoo’s nerves that, although he doesn’t understand the reason of, thinks are adorable for him to have, the nerves to be so close to two of his best friends.
It’s also distracting, and proof Yewang’s not alone with Minwoo here, and to really start this heart-to-heart talk, Yewang needs just Minwoo to hear his words. They’re too much for Hyunwoo’s ears. They’re not made for him yet. Especially because they’re mostly about him.
Minwoo notices, because it’s hard not to when Yewang keeps glancing past him to where Hyunwoo lies neatly under the covers. Where Minwoo always only has his head sticking out above the covers, Hyunwoo’s long, lanky posture makes it impossible to cover the entirety of his shoulders and parts of his upper arms as well, exposing him to the cold far more than any of the other members. He keeps shivering slightly, the coldness of the winter night that it is getting the best of him.
Yewang wants to have this talk now, and he wants it to be without Hyunwoo hearing any of it, but seeing Hyunwoo like this brings up more desires than just those. Luckily for Hyunwoo, those desires burn stronger, and Yewang listens to them more.
He leans in, mouth hovering over Minwoo’s ear. His breath tickles against Minwoo’s skin, so Minwoo laughs shakily, unable to hide the feelings Yewang’s proximity causes. “Can’t we let Hyunwoo cuddle with us?”
Minwoo stares back at him, pushing Yewang away from him slightly, hands on his chest staying there even when Yewang’s gone back far enough. “What? You want a cuddle pile or something?”
“Can’t you see he’s cold?” Yewang gestures towards the beds, frowning slightly. “Can’t we push them to the side? Make more room so we can lie here, all three of us?”
“You’re ridiculous,” Minwoo laughs softly, but he does seem to think it over seriously, then, looking at their beds, scanning the empty space next to his own bed. “I mean, maybe? It could work…”
Yewang smiles, as brightly as he can get himself to, snaggletooth proudly shown. “Please?”
Minwoo couldn’t possibly say no now. He calls for Hyunwoo, turning to sit upright a little, leaning on his arms so he can take a proper look at Hyunwoo. He locks eyes with Hyunwoo, who’s staring at him hazily, sleep more prominent in his eyes than the mental clarity he needs to be able to understand what exactly Minwoo’s trying to tell him when he explains what he wants to do with the beds.
“Let’s just do it ourselves,” Yewang suggests to Minwoo, already getting up to drag Hyunwoo out of his bed. They might be strong enough to move Hyunwoo’s bed together, but adding Hyunwoo’s body weight to the mass that needs to be moved is unnecessary, although Minwoo might have to use his arm muscles so much that they’ll show, giving Yewang an appetizing look…
“Okay, let’s do that,” Minwoo interrupts Yewang’s thoughts before they can derail. “I’ll grab the right side.” He leaves the side pressed to the wall for Yewang to push and rotate. Hyunwoo watches idly, sitting on Minwoo’s bed with his legs crossed. He’s gaining some consciousness, which he should have gained earlier on, considering he hadn’t even been asleep yet before. He laughs loudly when Minwoo trips and almost doubles over.
When he catches Minwoo’s glare, he apologizes, “I’ll just let you do your work. Thanks for doing this for me…”
“It’s for Yewang, too,” Minwoo muses, a small, devious smile playing on his lips as he turns to look at Yewang who just stares back at him dumbly. He wants to ask what he means, but he doesn’t. Instead, he curses lowly at the pain surging through him, because while Minwoo was distracted while smiling at him, he stopped moving the bed and Yewang hadn’t. He bumped his foot right against the bed frame.
Hyunwoo’s eyes widen. “Are you okay?” He rushes forward, almost tumbling over the bed while trying to reach Yewang to calm him down. He takes a look down at his foot. “It looks alright.”
“Did you think it’d start glowing red through my socks?”
Hyunwoo frowns. “Why are you wearing socks to bed?”
Minwoo laughs. Hyunwoo joins him. “I know. It’s crazy.”
“Hey, don’t gang up on me, now,” Yewang frowns, rubbing his foot to ease the pain. Then, he turns back to Minwoo. “Let’s just get this over with. Keep moving. We’re almost there.” Hyunwoo doesn’t stop laughing. “We’re doing this for you, hyung, stop making fun of me.”
“Minwoo said you’re doing it for you as well, so.”
Yewang simply grumbles and keeps moving. When the bed’s pressed right against Minwoo’s like they wanted it to be, Yewang jumps on it. It’s warm from where Hyunwoo was lying before. Minwoo gets into his own bed, Hyunwoo to his right, propped up right in the middle. Yewang likes Minwoo still lying by his side, but he wishes he could be around Hyunwoo, too. He figures he’s already gotten more than he should’ve even asked for, so he shouldn’t complain, though.
Hyunwoo complies. He wanted it, too, to be close to them, to have his worries be put at ease. It wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, lying there in the dark, eyes shut tightly to will himself to sleep as fast as possible just so he wouldn’t hear Yewang and Minwoo sharing an intimate moment together that he wasn’t a part of.
“Still want to talk about it?” Minwoo asks softly, so only Yewang can hear. Yewang hesitates. He’s sure Hyunwoo will hear if he starts to open up, and he kind of wants to keep Hyunwoo away from this dark part of his brain.
At the same time, he wants to ease Minwoo's worries about him. Letting Minwoo fall asleep not knowing what's going on with him again makes his stomach turn. Minwoo deserves better than that. He deserves a good night of sleep.
He nods. Minwoo throws him a reassuring smile, the darkness of his brown eyes staring at him somehow more comforting. “I just, I don't know, feel like I'm too much sometimes. That I want too much.”
Minwoo frowns. “Want too much of what?”
“I don't know. Everything.” He breaks eye contact. “I hate wanting more than I can get.”
“I understand that,” Minwoo whispers. “Sometimes you can get more than you think, though. If you ask.”
Yewang’s heart beats annoyingly fast inside his chest. Hyunwoo’s sudden loud snore brings him out of the haze of panic just as suddenly as he stepped into it.
He looks at Minwoo, trying to sound apologetic even if he isn't, “maybe we should go to sleep, too.”
Minwoo opens his mouth to say something, but closes it again right after. He rolls over to stare at the ceiling, the air around Yewang suddenly cold.
“I guess, yeah.” He licks his lip, sighing, “we can talk about it more tomorrow.” Again. Yewang can hear the bite in it that he knows Minwoo doesn't even want to be there.
He pretends to ignore it. He also pretends to will himself to sleep by chanting “let me sleep” in his mind, but actually falls asleep to the comforting sound of Hyunwoo's and Minwoo’s synced up snores.
When Yewang wakes, it's not how it usually happens. It's to a peculiar string of sounds that make him jerks his head to where the noises come from. The sight he gets is impossible to comprehend with the drowsiness limiting him, but he can't dismiss the sound of smacking of lips together, a soft, low moan escaping from either one's throat at the contact. Yewang's breath hitches as everything his senses tell him comes pouring in.
Even though he's faced towards the two lying next to him, now, Yewang doesn't see them. He keeps his eyes closed, shut tightly at the fear of being the intruder almost immediately upon seeing them when he woke up. His ears are wide open, though, catching every new breath, every move of hands, fingers sliding against cheeks, falling on a collarbone, soft kisses placed on lips again and again while Yewang loses almost every ounce of self restraint he had left and carefully opens one day before the other.
Even with his eyes open, Yewang doesn't see much. Minwoo’s head blocks most of it. He still catches Hyunwoo’s hand on the back of Minwoo’s head, lying comfortably in his neck. His fingers prod at the skin there, massaging him softly as they keep kissing just as softly.
Yewang wonders why it's so gentle, if he has anything to do with it. Maybe they didn't want to wake him up? At the same time, maybe they just love each other like that. With gentleness, nothing of the raw feelings Yewang has for them, that only at its true core has any gentleness in it. Maybe they're just born with gentleness for each other.
“We should—” Hyunwoo breaks the kiss, out of breath. “We should wake Yewang up.”
“You don't want to keep kissing me?” Minwoo asks, a little out of it.
“He's right here.” He pauses. He looks Minwoo in the eye with a small pout forming on his lips, but it’s not to make Minwoo reconsider his stance, he just can’t help it. “When else will we be so close to kissing him too?”
“It's the middle of the night.”
“Exactly. I'll chicken out at any other time.” Minwoo gets one of Hyunwoo’s purple strands of hair out of his face, using it as an excuse to hold his face in his hands. Hyunwoo leans into the touch, closing his eyes and sighing. “Minwoo you know me. I won't be able to do it anytime else.”
It stays quiet for a while. Yewang keeps holding his breath, started holding it when Hyunwoo broke the kiss, unsure what to expect to happen then. He doesn't know how to start breathing properly again now, how to do that without alerting either of the two that he's already awake and he's heard everything, the kissing, the talk.
The talk. Hyunwoo wants to kiss him. Not just Minwoo. He wants to kiss Yewang, and he said they were close enough to Yewang now to be able to kiss him, plural. The world spins before Yewang's eyes when he thinks about it.
“Okay,” Minwoo’s hazy but gentle voice fills the empty room.
“Okay?” Hyunwoo barely reveals the excitement in his voice. Yewang wishes he could see him, see how his eyes wouldn't be able to lie either.
“Okay.”
It's the last thing Yewang hears before an elbow nudges at his side and he's overcome with the giant need to pretend to wake up from the intruding touch.
“Mhm? What?” Yewang grumbles, eyes openly sleepily to the best of his ability.
Minwoo swiftly turns over to him, looking at him with stars in his eyes and a small smile playing on his lips that has Yewang forget how to breathe for a moment.
He hasn't bothered to make himself look decent. A hint of spit sits in the corner of his mouth, his red lips seem plumper than they already normally look and his face is flushed adorably. Yewang can't see Hyunwoo, but if Minwoo looks like this, he can picture Hyunwoo perfectly well. His skin burns a similar shade to Minwoo’s at the image.
Minwoo must have noticed Yewang's scanning of his face, because he grins slightly and says, “Hyunwoo’s fault.”
Hyunwoo grumbles at that, protesting, “you're worse.”
Yewang doesn't know what to say to that. Their playful banter throws him off impossibly more than the fact they were kissing does. The way they're so casual about it… he doesn't know what to think of it.
“Yewang-ah,” Minwoo starts, voice low, eyes darkening.
“Why did you wake me?” Yewang rushes. He knows part of the reason. No, he knows most of the reason. He needs to know the rest.
Minwoo stumbles for a moment, unsure what to say or how to word it. Yewang thinks maybe Hyunwoo will step in and say it for him, but he stays quiet. He hadn't lied about his cowardice before.
“Because we want to kiss you.”
We.
“Oh.” He knows this. “Why?”
“Do we really need a reason?” Minwoo smiles at him. Yewang's nonexistent smile drops. He turns away from Minwoo, facing the ceiling.
“I'd like a proper reason.”
Hyunwoo sputters, falling over the syllables of the words he tries so hard to get out, probably because he hadn't rehearsed them well enough for such an exposing meaning. If he can only get himself to kiss Yewang in the depth of the night, he surely wasn’t prepared to tell him any of this. “I, eh, we, we like you, like… We like you.”
Yewang turns back to Minwoo, checking his reaction. He throws Yewang a shy smile.
“Why didn't you just say that?”
“I didn't know how you'd react.”
“Well,” Yewang starts, licking his lips. “I like you too. Both of you. So.”
Minwoo grins. “That’s the perfect reaction, actually.”
Hyunwoo giggles lowly, “can I please kiss him first?”
“Always so greedy,” Minwoo joins him in his laughter. “You’ll have to get on top of us then. I’m not moving out of the way.” Hyunwoo’s smile drops before it turns into an evil grin and he gets up, stumbling over Minwoo to get to Yewang.
Yewang’s met with a wickedly grinning Hyunwoo hovering above him, leaning down. He holds his body up by resting his arms by Yewang’s sides, letting his body weight fall on Yewang, who protests for a moment, before just accepting it. Minwoo watches them with hawk eyes. Yewang looks back, but only finds excitement in those keen eyes of his.
When he looks Hyunwoo in the eye, it’s like looking straight into the sun. Yewang has to close his eyes for a moment, getting used to the brightness Hyunwoo’s pushing out. Hyunwoo takes this as a signal to start kissing him, though, and while it wasn’t meant for that, Yewang can’t complain. He melts into the kiss as easily as Minwoo reaches for Yewang’s hand to hold.
Hyunwoo’s the one to pull away first, needing a moment to process—Yewang's scent this close to him, dizzying, the soft sounds he makes against his lips doing things to him he couldn't even tell Minwoo about in the middle of the night.
Yewang stares up at him lovingly, getting a perfect smile from Hyunwoo back. An image burnt into Yewang’s mind.
“Now it’s my turn,” Minwoo demands playfully, breaking the serene moment. He pushes Hyunwoo to the other side with care, earning a protesting noise thrown his way that he ignores and Yewang laughs at.
“You’ll have plenty of time to kiss me again later, Hyun,” Yewang reassures. This does it, Hyunwoo quietly rolling to Yewang’s side, crushing himself between him and the wall. He keeps quiet and just takes it as he watches Yewang turn over to kiss Minwoo, who accepts his kiss eagerly.
He gasps softly as he hears Minwoo sigh into the kiss, Yewang’s hand coming up to Minwoo’s head to hold him gently, carefully combing through his dark hair. He tugs on the strands slightly and Minwoo gasps, giving Yewang the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss, and for Hyunwoo to lose his mind.
Yewang’s breaks the kiss this time, distracted by Hyunwoo's pushing against his shoulder at the scene unfolding before him, despite his attempts to keep a low profile. He looks into Minwoo's puppy eyes, not ready to part from Yewang yet.
“This.” He pecks Minwoo once more before removing himself from Minwoo’s hold and leaning into Hyunwoo's touch more instead. “This is what I meant with ‘wanting too much’.”
“This isn't asking for too much,” Minwoo replies in a heartbeat.
Hyunwoo rests his head in Yewang's shoulder now that he has a bit more space. “If this is wanting too much, all of us want too much.”
Yewang smiles, unable to contain it. “Do you think we could be happy like this?”
“Very happy, I think,” Minwoo says, looking back at a brightly smiling and nodding Hyunwoo.