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The cashier from the 7-Eleven eyes Minho up and down before taking his gaze away. He feels stupid under the mask and cap he’s wearing but Minho doubts the guy actually recognizes him. And he really couldn’t blame him if he thinks Minho looks suspicious but he thinks it's a small sacrifice to pay in exchange for being able to buy his own ice cream.
“That would be ₩5000 in total, sir.” The cashier says, his fingers moving rapidly on the screen in front of him. He’s still not looking at Minho but he nods anyway. He hands the cashier the money and murmurs a thank you before walking out of the convenience store.
With his bag of ice cream secured and with the car’s heater all the way up, he takes his phone out of his padded jacket. It has been buzzing non-stop since Minho put a foot on the store and all the messages he had received so far are from Kim Seungmin.
강아지
Hyung, when you’re coming home?
Jisung is already here. Hurry up.
Come on, hyung. You’re not that old to take as long as Chan hyung does buying snacks.
Jisung says he’s sleepy. Come home soon.
Yah, Lee Minho…
Jisung just fell asleep, this is your fault.
You know how he gets if we watch the movie without him.
Hyung!
Minho snorts, his chest feeling too tight at Seungmin’s messages. In the intimacy of a way too quiet car drive, one of their managers driving at the front, he allows himself to laugh freely at Seungmin antics. They’re all tired and planning a movie night with Jisung and Seungmin after their fan meeting was done wasn’t one of Minho’s smartest moves, but it was easy to ignore all the cons and give in to the pros the moment Jisung grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, nose blushed prettily from the cold and boba eyes shining as bright as the winter sun, Seungmin followed behind acting uninterested while Jisung asked Minho if the movie night was still up for later. Minho didn’t miss the way Seungmin smiled at Minho’s response, shoulders relaxing under his own padded jacket.
Minho couldn’t refuse to Seungmin either, once they were in the front door of the dorm Seungmin demanded him to buy ice cream before Jisung came over, knowing that the nearest store is blocks away from their place and that Minho would have to ask one of their managers to drive him there.
And yet, Minho leaves all his pretenses behind over the knowledge that his boyfriends need him. That they want to spend quality time with him after a tiring day at work, that one of them will spam their group chat over being worried that Minho hasn’t yet arrived home to them despite being the one to ask him to go out.
Always waiting for Minho even if they don’t have to.
Kim Seungmin. What did you just call me?
Done. Almost home, brat.
강아지
Too slow, hyung.
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
The moon outside the car’s window seems to be laughing at Minho’s traitorous heart along with Seungmin.
🏪
The sound that is coming from the living room is from the TV, not from the Ghibli’s movie they are supposed to watch tonight if the faded voices are anything to go by, but a new drama Seungmin is watching these days. Minho tries his best to not make himself known after he closes the front door and takes his shoes off but once he reaches the living room, Seungmin is already turning back. His eyes locked with Minho’s.
“You’re late,” Seungmin whispers, Jisung’s head is on his shoulder and half of his body is laying on top of him, asleep. “Jisungie is already flying high on his dreams.”
Minho shrugs, draping his jacket over the back of the couch and throwing the ice cream bag on their coffee table before sitting beside Seungmin, Jisung snores softly and his nose twitches, almost like he can sense Minho is near. He refrains from touching him or he will explode. “I wouldn’t be so late if someone didn’t kick me out of my own home.”
Seungmin grunts, moving slightly to frown at Minho and jostling Jisung in the process. “I didn’t kick you out!”
“Sure, Seungmin-ah.” Minho says, smiling dryly. Annoying Seungmin is always funny and knowing that Seungmin enjoys the attention makes it better too. “Did you miss hyung, Seungminnie?”
Seungmin rolls his eyes, turning his face to the TV again and patting Jisung’s hair, tucking a stray piece of it behind his ear while Jisung hums.
“You’re starting to act as delusional as Chan hyung.” Seungmin retaliates when Minho takes his eyes away from both of them to focus on whatever 's going on the drama Seungmin is watching. “Maybe it’s the cold freezing your barely functional brain cells. There is coffee in the kitchen and Jisung brought us pudding.”
Ah, there it is. Minho’s heart feels like it’s bursting at the seams, the more he tries to contain it, the more it expands. The nonchalant tone of Seungmin doesn’t fool him anymore, not when the tip of his nose starts to blush a bright pink, he can’t even hide it with makeup when they’re at home.
“Coffee? After I bought us ice cream?” Minho grabs his chest, crowding into Seungmin’s space despite him acting like he’s not there in the first place. “You’re just trying to give me a stomachache, you know I have a sensitive gut system, Seungmin-ah.”
Seungmin scrunches his nose, facing him again. Their faces are just inches apart, Minho can smell the mint of Seungmin’s toothpaste. “You’re disgusting.”
“But you like me disgusting. In fact, you’re obsessed with me.”
“Sure, hyung.” Seungmin says in the same dry tone that Minho did a few minutes ago. “If that helps you sleep at night.”
There is the sound of someone coughing and then, “are you guys about to kiss without me?” Jisung asks, words brittle after his nap. “That's rude, dude.”
Minho can't contain his laugh, a full belly laugh that sputters out of him with no warning. Seungmin's face is pink all over and Jisung smiles at getting to prod at Seungmin too. It doesn't matter how much Minho tries to lock it away, the love he feels for Jisung and Seungmin will burst out of him over and over again. And it's so easy loving them, Minho can’t wait for a future with more nights like this with and less busy days.
“We would never do that to you, jagi.” Minho singsongs, bumping his shoulder with Seungmin to get his attention. “Is not that right, Seungmin-ah? Why don’t you give our jagi a kiss?”
Seungmin sighs, closing his eyes like Minho asked him for the worst favor in the world. Still, he grabs Jisung’s cheeks, pulling him closer until he can peck his pouty mouth. Jisung makes a sound at the back of his throat, eyes falling close before deepening the kiss, grabbing Seungmin’s shoulders to keep himself from falling while he climbs fully into his lap. Minho can’t look away, his mouth running dry at the sight. The consequence of his own actions.
It feels like hours pass before they break the kiss, Jisung turning his head to look at Minho, lips swollen and eyes dreamy and full of stars. Seungmin is looking at him too, his hand moving from Jisung’s hip to Minho’s hand, tugging him towards them.
“Hyung.” Jisung whines, face coming closer to kiss Minho’s cheek. Minho’s breath stutters on his chest, Seungmin is smirking, watching from above. “Won’t you give us a kiss? It’s the least you could do for us since you arrived late to our date.”
Minho wonders if they know the power they have over him. How they could ask him for anything and Minho would find a way to give it to them in a heartbeat. He wonders if they both know how much Minho loves them, needs them. How everything seems brighter at their side, easier, lovelier.
He has never asked himself if they love him too because he experiences it every day.
“Of course, baby.” Minho whispers between them, letting Jisung kiss his cheeks, his nose, and his neck like an overgrown puppy. Seungmin’s eyes soften like they always do at Jisung’s affection. “How could hyung say no to you?”
💋
(“Hyung, hyung. Lee Minho—” Jisung whines, shaking his shoulder to pull him away from Seungmin’s mouth. Minho ignores him. “Seungmin!”
Seungmin never ignores Jisung to Minho's bad luck. “What’s wrong? What?”
Jisung pouts, mouth shiny and red like an apple. “The ice cream, guys.”
“Fuck.”)