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“You like him.”
“No!”
“You’re an open book~~”
“Am not.”
“OK well I’m going to read your face. Hmmm… Hi, my name is Jeongin, I used to have a crush on my roommate Seungmin, but now I can’t stop thinking about the new hot and muscled RA…"
“Shut up and stop saying I had a crush on you!” Jeongin protested.
“But you did and it was adorable.” Seungmin smiled at happy memories that were definitely the same as the ones that Jeongin constantly cringed at inwardly.
Jeongin sent thousands of thanks into the ether that he eventually learned to conceal his crush that unfortunately was still going strong. If only he’d been quicker about concealing his crush on that fucking adorable RA.
Jeongin pushed at Seungmin hoping to shut him up by sending him flailing onto his bed. But Seungmin had other ideas; namely grabbing Jeongin and pulling him down with him as he fell.
Suddenly, Jeongin was on top of Seungmin, their closeness startling Jeongin. They were usually only this close when they wrestled for the sink to brush their teeth or when eating breakfast in the crowded dining hall. Something had changed in how he felt being this close, and he didn't like that.
Seeing Seungmin's smirk this close up broke him, and his resolve to deny any of his crushes was lost.
"I can't help it with him, ok?"
Seungmin was grinning now.
“So how bad is this crush on our sexy RA? You know he's completely clueless, right?”
“It’s pretty bad," Jeongin admitted, sighing loudly. "That day he moved in and yelled at us for sneaking in beer, pretty much sold the deal. Who looks sexy pouring beer down the sink??”
Seungmin flung his head back laughing at the memory, but all Jeongin could notice was how Seungmin’s arms had snuck around his waist.
The fact that Jeongin’s body was lying against Seungmin’s had not escaped his notice. The fact that he could feel every one of Seungmin’s breaths expanding through his chest had also not gone unnoticed. The squeeze of his arms around Jeongin was not unwelcome. Neither was the feeling of Seungmin's eyes on him.
When Seungmin lifted his head, his eyes flicked around the room, before settling on Jeongin’s lips.
Jeongin felt his brain screech to a halt.
“Who do you have a bigger crush on? Changbin hyung or-” Seungmin paused, and Jeongin watched enthralled as Seungmin wetted his lips with his tongue. “Or me?”
“Changbin hyung, for sure, but I want to kiss you right now.”
Jeongin leaned down, and pressed his lips to Seungmin’s, happy when the kiss was reciprocated. Their lips moved together, Seungmin pressing against him, his lips parting as they kissed, pushing his tongue against Jeongin’s teeth. Jeongin let him in, but cracked his eyes open to look down at this reality. Looking down at the boy he’d slept next to for almost a year but had never believed Seungmin had thought of him as anything special.
Seungmin’s eyes were open as well, but instead of looking back up at Jeongin, he was looking at something just passed Jeongin’s head, something behind him.
Unnerved, Jeongin pulled away from the kiss, turning his head to look behind them, towards the open door.
“Care to join us?” Seungmin’s voice floated past Jeongin, directed at the stunned, beet red Changbin who stood in the doorway.
Jeongin felt a wave of heat and humiliation hit him, his own flushed face surely only growing redder.
Changbin still hadn’t moved, his eyes flicking from Seungmin to Jeongin.
Jeongin was furious that a “baffled Changbin” was still incredibly attractive. Maybe more in an adorable way but it just made Jeongin want to climb into Changbin’s lap and bite his neck. That was a normal reaction right?
None of them moved. Until Seungmin spoke up again.
“Hyung, just say something. I’m scared you’re having a stroke!”
Changbin spluttered, unable to maintain any of his usual confidence and clear speech.
“You- you like me?” Changbin stared at Jeongin. “Like… actually? Me?”
This broke Jeongin from his spell completely. Mainly because he was overwhelmed by a feeling of exasperation. Which at least simply seemed to relax him.
“Of course I do, look at you.” Then, looking down at the smug Seungmin, “You were right, he’s even more clueless than I thought.” Jeongin felt different. This was a different Jeongin. A Jeongin that had just made out with his roommate in front of his crush. He really had no shame anymore.
"Oh," was all that Changbin managed.
"You just let us know if you're interested..." The teasing smile was clear in Seungmin's voice.
Changbin managed to laugh, mumbling a quiet "very funny" and then basically ran from the room. But he was still a gentleman, and closed their dorm door behind him.
Jeongin rolled off of Seungmin, laying on his back next to him. "That was so fucking embarrassing."
"I think next time he'll join." Seungmin got up, crawling over Jeongin until he sat straddling Jeongin's waist. "But before that, do you want to try again?" Seungmin's hands rested on Jeongin's chest, softly gripping his shirt.
"What do you mean by that?" Jeongin looked up at Seungmin in what could only be described as wonder. Jeongin felt like laughing; there was no way Seungmin meant what Jeongin thought he meant.
"You and me." Seungmin raised his hand to his own mouth. "Our lips..."
Jeongin got up enough to lean on his elbows, searching Seungmin's face. He cocked his head, a smile creeping across his face. "Do you have a crush on me?" Jeongin, let a small sliver of hope slip into his thoughts.
Seungmin's smile faltered, and he pushed on Jeongin's chest until Jeongin's elbows gave out, and he fell flat on the bed. He seemed quite serious now.
Seungmin whispered, "When you admit it, I'll admit it."
Jeongin could get used to this view, and this feeling of Seungmin's body on his.
Seungmin dipped down towards him, pressing his mouth against Jeongin's neck before dragging his tongue along Jeongin's neck and chin to his mouth.
Jeongin's tongue darted out, tasting Seungmin's lips, "Then, let's not talk."
Seungmin pushed his mouth hard against Jeongin's. This time Jeongin's eyes stayed shut, and his mouth opened again, letting Seungmin's warm mouth melt into his. His tongue swirling inside Seungmin's mouth, the taste of his mango smoothie from earlier still evident.
A week later, final exams had taken over their lives. But Thursday night had found them collapsed together on Jeongin's bed, reveling in finishing their last exam. Jeongin was confident of his final grade for his Dendrology class, and Seungmin had felt satisfied with his Music Theory final project that he had just submitted.
They were done. And now they were basking in that glorious feeling and blasting Day6 as their hands lazily explored each other's bodies. Seungmin's face was tucked into Jeongin's neck, nuzzling into him. Jeongin turned his head, tilting it down until he found Seungmin's lips. Jeongin let himself get lost in this feeling of them simply existing so close to each other.
They still hadn’t talked. They'd kissed plenty. With finals they hadn't had the time and, between kisses, there hadn't felt like there was a need.
Seungmin's hand moved up to cup Jeongin's neck, his warmth an incredible comfort.
A heavy knock on the door startled them. Groaning and stretching, Jeongin got up from the bed and opened the door. He was surprised to find a disheveled Changbin, leaning heavily against their door frame, his eyes half-lidded. He appeared to be half asleep.
"Oh, Changbin hyung! "
"Turn down your music. I'm getting complaints." He spoke slowly, like each word was an effort.
"Oh, sorry." Jeongin muttered to Changbin and then shouted to Seungmin, "Turn down the music!" Seungmin begrudgingly did as he was asked. When Jeongin turned back, Changbin was still leaning there, staring at him. Jeongin cocked his head questioningly at the boy who had done his best to avoid the two of them and never lingered around them.
"Do you need something else? Do you... want to come in?" Jeongin spoke hesitantly and stepped back to give Changbin space if he needed it.
"Oh." He wavered, standing up from where he had been leaning. "Thanks." And to Jeongin's surprise, Changbin stepped forward. It was more like he slogged forward, and basically threw himself down on Seungmin's bed, barely managing to stay sitting up straight.
Jeongin and Seungmin made eye contact, their eyes wide with questions and surprise. Seungmin, who had returned to Jeongin's bed, sat with his legs crossed, leaning back on his hands.
"Are you good, hyung?"
Changbin had fully slouched, his face in his hands.
"Yeah, yeah." He rubbed his face violently. "Today is just becoming one of the worst days ever. Pulled an all-nighter to study, fell asleep during my calc exam, and then managed to bomb my chemistry exam this afternoon. I'll probably have to take the course all over again." He flopped back, sighing in frustration. "Then to just make everything better, I get back to my dorm and my roommate has his boyfriend over so I can't go to bed, which is all I want."
Jeongin's eyes flicked over to Seungmin again with a wordless question, 'Minho has a boyfriend?' Seungmin shrugged, turning back to stare at the boy splayed out on his bed.
"And then I went to crash at Chan's, and he's studying so hard he can't deal with anyone breathing within 10 feet of him. And then Jisung accosted me in the hallway to complain about you two. And now I'm here just wanting to sleep for three days."
Jeongin stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of how to handle the older boy's rant. He did the one thing that his mom had taught him to do for guests. "Do you want something to drink?" Jeongin walked towards the mini fridge, before he scrambled to add, "Non-alcoholic; like juice or tea?"
Changbin's head turned so he could stare at Jeongin.
"Uh huh. I’ll have one of the beers hidden under that one's bed?" His hand flopped lifelessly on the bed as he attempted to gesture at Seungmin.
Jeongin locked eyes with Seungmin again, who simply shrugged again.
"Uh, sure." Jeongin stepped towards Changbin before kneeling down and grabbing a beer from the "book bag" under the bed. He tossed it to Seungmin over Changbin's head, who effortlessly popped off the lid and handed it to a dazed hyung.
"Thanks." Changbin took a swig, his blinks growing longer and longer. "You don't mind that I crash here right? You've invited me to stay before..."
Seungmin laughed.
"Hyung, I'm pretty sure I wasn't inviting you to sleep here."
"What, are you going to pretend to have a crush on me too?" Changbin was actually glaring at Seungmin now.
But now Jeongin was annoyed. Crossing his arms he stood close to Changbin.
"Do you think I was pretending to like you?" Jeongin knew he had himself loudly protested the fact, but still.
Changbin groggily turned his head to look up at Jeongin.
Jeongin leaned over Changbin. "You're gay, right? I heard you confessed to Minho years ago, but since you got rejected, do you not expect guys to like you?" Changbin just blinked up at Jeongin.
"I- what?"
"Hyung. I. Have. A. Crush. On. You."
Changbin's jaw dropped open. A truly adorable sight.
Seungmin got up and came to the opposite side of the bed to Jeongin, leaning on his hands on the bedding as he grew closer to Changbin. "You are pretty cute like this, I could develop a crush too if you want."
Changbin whipped his head back to face Seungmin.
"You little shit. You don't know when to stop, do you?" Then without warning, Changbin grabbed the front of Seungmin's shirt and pulled him into a kiss.
It was Jeongin's turn to have his jaw drop open.
Changbin pushed him away. "Do you have a crush on me now?"
Seungmin looked shocked, and like he couldn't get any words out. Jeongin had never seen him like this.
Getting jealous, Jeongin got close to Changbin, whispering in his ear. "I think he just fell in love."
When Changbin reacted and turned in his direction, Jeongin attacked him with a kiss, instantly growing concerned about a possible addiction to these boys’ lips. This was especially true when Changbin began to kiss him back. Changbin added pressure to the kiss, and together they moved their lips against each other.
Changbin pulled back, now looking frantically between Jeongin and Seungmin, seeming absolutely terrified.
Seungmin smirked at him, leaning in even closer to Changbin. Jeongin was feeling more familiar with this particular smirk and the actions that followed. Seungmin muttered his next words in an arguably sultry voice.
“You can crash here for as long as you’d like…”
“Oh. Thank you.” Changbin had lost his cockiness and his cheeks were flushed. So adorably flushed, that Jeongin wanted to run straight at a wall. Changbin tipped back and chugged the rest of the can, and handed it to Jeongin who had reached out to take the empty can. Changbin mumbled a quick, “Thanks.”
Without warning, Seungmin placed one of his hands on Changbin's chest and shoved him back so he laid flat on the bed. Seungmin crawled over him, Jeongin and Changbin simply watching, until he fully straddled Changbin. He leaned down over Changbin, his eyes locked on the other boy's lips. Changbin in turn was fully focused on Seungmin’s lips.
Changbin reached out with both hands, gripping Seungmin’s shirt, pulling him in even closer.
Jeongin knew Seungmin would be pissed about his now stretched shirt later, but he seemed to love it at this moment, as he kissed Changbin with a wide smile spread across his face, very evident between their kisses.
They kissed hungrily, Jeongin watching as Seungmin gripped Changbin’s face, turning his head in order to kiss him deeper, biting and tugging at his lips. He was slowly dropping down, pressing more of his body into Changbin’s, moving his hips slowly against Changbin's crotch.
Seungmin turned his head, finding a new angle to move his mouth against Changbin’s. Jeongin could see Seungmin’s tongue pushing into the other’s mouth.
Changbin was breathing heavily, his breath escaping their kisses in gasps.
Seungmin's fingers were deftly moving down Changbin's shirt, unbuttoning it slowly.
Jeongin was itching to join, to touch both of the boys in front of him. He climbed onto the bed as Seungmin began to kiss down Changbin’s neck. Seungmin had pulled up Changbin’s tank top that had been hidden under the uniform shirt, and was moving his lips across Changbin's chest. Seungmin scooted down, moving off of Changbin just enough to shift the larger boy further onto the bed.
Seungmin then returned to caress Changbin’s chest and belly with his mouth.
A moan came from Changbin, a sound that made Jeongin instantly hard. He watched, enthralled as Changbin squirmed lazily against Seungmin’s touch.
Jeongin came up to Changbin’s face, lacing his fingers tightly between Changbin’s fingers, keeping his hands above Changbin’s head. He was determined. He would earn a moan of his own.
Changbin squeezed Jeongin’s hands, his closed eyes fluttering open to stare up at Jeongin. They were sleepy eyes, soft and hypnotizing; they were beautiful.
Wrapped up in Changbin’s spell, Jeongin leaned down, placing his lips onto Changbin’s.
The older boy responded by tilting his head up, pushing his lips into Jeongin’s.
Jeongin softened their kisses, moving between kissing Changbin’s cheeks and his warm lips.
Changbin gave a hum of happiness, his eyes closed and a smile creeping onto his face as Jeongin continued to gently kiss him. His grip in Jeongin’s hands loosened until it was fully limp.
Jeongin noticed that Changbin had stopped reacting, not kissing him back. And the boy’s breaths deepened into a steady rhythm. Jeongin pulled back further to look down at the boy whose face was still touched by a light smile and whose head was starting to lull to one side.
“Oh my god, I think he fell asleep.” Jeongin whispered to Seungmin over Changbin’s chest, a laugh just barely held back. Seungmin had gotten distracted by the boy's torso, the torso that now rose and fell slowly with Changbin’s sleepy breaths.
Seungmin looked up at Jeongin now, resting his cheek on Changbin's stomach.
“I mean he looked like he was going to fall asleep standing earlier, so I’m not really surprised.” Then, moving his head as if he was trying to burrow further into Changbin, Seungmin let out a long breath.
Jeongin pulled back from Changbin completely, unsure if he should stay this close to Changbin while he was sleeping. He suddenly felt like he was being improper.
He looked over at Seungmin, who was still resting his chin on Changbin. Seungmin made eye contact with Jeongin, sharing a silent conversation with crooked eyebrows and rolled eyes. It ended with Seungmin finally speaking out loud. "Fine... He's cute."
Jeongin smirked and stood up from the bed, crossing his arms at the view of Seungmin lying on Changbin. It definitely wasn't causing any kind of jealousy.
“I guess we should go to bed now. Do you want to crash on my bed?" Jeongin hated how possessive he felt, at that moment.
Seungmin sighed and got up off of Changbin. He remained near the bed, surveying its occupant.
"Oh my gosh," Jeongin gasped indignantly. “Are you trying to find an excuse to sleep with Changbin?”
Seungmin rolled his eyes and threw his hands quietly above his head. "Well, I feel like it’s not my problem that he chose my bed to sleep in. Why shouldn’t I sleep in my own bed?”
Jeongin rolled his eyes back at Seungmin. The fact was that Seungmin had not slept in his own bed all week, choosing instead to sleep in Jeongin’s.
“It’s not my fault that he fell asleep on my bed.” Seungmin continued. "I just feel like I need to establish my territory, I can’t let him get too comfortable…”
Jeongin wanted to laugh at Seungmin's stubbornness. But he also couldn't blame him for wanting to stay close to the sleeping RA. Jeongin himself was ashamed at how much restraint it was taking to not jump into that bed and cuddle with Changbin all night himself. "Just sleep on your bed with our guest. Or you'll just pout all night."
Already in his sleepwear, Seungmin smiled softly, possibly deviously, and crawled into his bed beside Changbin. Jeongin watched as Seungmin laid on his back, next to the fast asleep Changbin.
Jeongin trudged to their door, turning the bolt and switching off the lights. The only glow that filtered into the room was a warm light that slipped into their room from the lamps outside. Jeongin flopped onto his own bed, looking over to only see the illumination of Seungmin's phone screen from the other side of Changbin.
Jeongin wouldn’t lie and say that he was anywhere close to falling asleep. Thirty minutes had passed, and he was wide awake, the presence of both Changbin and Seungmin together on the bed next to him had him restless and alert to every sound of movement.
So, when he heard Changbin grumble, Jeongin instantly glanced over. From what Jeongin could see, Changbin’s eyes were shut and his movements were slow and clumsy. He appeared to be in that place between sleep and wakefulness. He squirmed next to Seungmin, attempting to shed his pants, struggling with the button. Jeongin could see Seungmin watching as well and wasn't surprised when he saw Seungmin's shadow reach over to help him unfasten the pants. The button undone, Changbin began to fuss with his pants, wriggling out of them. Jeongin, unable to look away, could only smile when pink boxers were revealed. Too fucking adorable!
Jeongin’s eyes met Seungmin’s, which sparkled with mischief.
Seungmin's eyebrows were fully cocked, sending a clear message: ‘Can you believe that Seo Changbin is in my bed?’ He then raised his hand and beckoned Jeongin over with a crook of his finger.
With absolutely no hesitation or qualms, Jeongin slipped out of his bed. He dragged his comforter with him and as he squeezed next to Changbin, flinging the blanket over all three of them.
Changbin responded instantly to the new warmth next to him, twisting to throw his arm over Jeongin, securing him to his side. Jeongin’s breath caught in his throat. He tried to remember how to breathe.
Seungmin, not one to be left out, shifted to spoon Changbin. His arm slipped over Changbin’s waist to tenderly caress Jeongin.
Jeongin began to breathe again at Seungmin’s touch, even as Seungmin slipped his hand under Jeongin’s shirt. Seungmin's fingers were warm against his skin, ironically sending a shiver down Jeongin's spine.
Jeongin hummed happily and turned to look over at Seungmin, only to come face to face with Changbin. His eyes were closed, his hair falling in fluffy curls and the softest smile on his lips. Jeongin just wanted to kiss him again.
Then his head dipped and he fit his head snuggly in the crook of Jeongin's neck. Jeongin couldn't help but kiss the top of his head, his lips brushing the beautiful curls on the boy's head.
Warmth gathered around them, trapped under the blanket, and Jeongin felt his eyes begin to droop. His hand found Seungmin's on him, covering it, and leaning his chin on the top of Changbin's head.
He let out a deep breath as sleep took him.