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Semiu is a good friend. Actually, she's a damn great friend if the two blonde idiots in fluffy bathrobes sitting in her living room have anything to say about it. Semiu fixes her robe and eyes the two men sitting on her couch with a blank look. Enjin smirks, legs spread, and a fluffy cat headband that Semiu recognizes as the one that Riyo gifted him for his 28th birthday. Gris gives her a bright smile, legs crossed, and hands neatly folded in his lap, wearing a robe that he definitely got from Enjin's closet. Both of these big ass men, taking up all the space on her couch, just because they're now officially attached at the hip. Semiu sucks her teeth and makes her way over to them, and successfully parts them like the Red Sea by squeezing herself in between them, and they make sure to create space, because why would they deny Semiu her rightful place on her couch?
"Alright, y'all, let me remind you two that just because y'all got your shit figured out doesn't mean you can act all lovey dovey and sneak around in my home, ok? This wine night was scheduled for all three of us to hang out as a unit and have a little kiki, NOT for me to third wheel," Semiu chastises. Enjin's smirk grows wider, and Gris offers her an apologetic smile. Suddenly, Enjin pulls her into her arms and cradles her. He even nuzzles her like some house cat, not that Semiu isn't used to his ways of affection.
"Aww, Semiu, are you worried we might ditch you? Well, stop it cause we could never ditch our lesbian princess," Enjin coos, making obnoxious kissy noises. Semiu shakes her head and sighs, fighting a smile that threatens to appear. She feels a strong grip on her shoulder, looks to her left, and finds a smile so bright it just might blind her. Gris nods and offers her a thumbs-up.
"You have our full undivided attention, Semiu. Plus, I don't think there would be a way to sneak off and do anything in your apartment."
"Yeah, what he said."
Semiu lets out an exaggerated sigh and shrugs the two men off of her. "Ok, ok, ok, I get it, just stop smothering me, y'all are starting to feel like my parents." Then here go Enjin with his smart mouth about to say something dumb.
"Well—"
"You are only two years older than me, Enjin. Try me not."
Enjin holds his hands up, that seemingly permanent smirk still etched on his face. Semiu affectionately rolls his eyes at him. She eyes the three bottles of wine on the coffee table before the trio and lets out a pleased sigh.
She can't lie, meeting these two has been life-changing in the best way. The second she graduated from college, she picked up her shit, moved out of her old apartment, and was fortunate enough to score a receptionist job at the local high school near her place. Life was sweet, almost too sweet. Then her car broke down in the middle of the street on her first day, and she nearly gave up right then and there, until this blonde with the most saintly blue eyes pulled up and offered to start up her car for her. Semiu swore he had magic hands, the way her vehicle mystically began running in like two seconds. She had never prayed so much in one day. That so happened to be the day that she knew that she and Gris were going to be locked in for life. A friend who's a mechanic with the most comforting teddy bear hugs? Sign her up. Semiu offered to buy her a drink and soon realized how tight a ship Gris ran, so she settled on inviting him for dinner after his workout, and the rest was history.
Now, Enjin? That's her twin for sure, and she definitely wanted to knock him upside the head when they first met. All dolled up in drag at that. Enjin was an asshole back in the day. She was a real mean queen. One accidental bump of the shoulder at the bar and shawty was damn near cussing her out, but Semiu ain't never backed down from a challenge. She swore she would never come back to Lily's after that, then she saw Miss Jin perform, and damn. The way her body moved just right, hitting each beat perfectly, left Semiu awestruck. The way Jin held the audience's attention was a master class performance. Semiu just had to see more. She had to talk to her. Did they apologize to each other? Hell no, but they did recognize each other's game and frequently spoke at the bar, having many kiki sessions over Tequila Sunrises and Aperol Spritzes. Then she met Enjin, by mistake, all because she wanted to pick up some snacks at the gas station. She caught a glimpse of a wicked smile and deep amber eyes, picking up a pack of Lucky Strikes, and she heard that slick ass mouth and knew that was the one for her.
Enjin and Gris provide a sense of balance in her life. One is always down for a spontaneous adventure, no matter if it's just for a grocery run or hitting up several clubs back-to-back. The other, she had to coax him to have a bit more fun and leave his routine behind, but when he did get out, he knew how to have a time. She hums, satisfied in her choice of friends, and takes a look at the Moscato and then quirks an eyebrow at Enjin.
"Moscato, Jin? What are you, a college student?"
Enjin gasps in faux shock and reaches for his bottle, cradling it. "You are so judgy, boss girl. So what if I like to have something sweet here and there?"
"It's poison in a bottle."
"You are drinking semi-sweet red wine."
"Emphasis on the 'semi' and the 'red'."
Enjin scoffs and looks over to Gris for help, but all he gets is a shake of the head, and he pouts. A grown ass man by the way.
"You'll get a headache by the time you finish that bottle, Jin. I don't understand why you don't just pick something else. It's not like you have a preference anyway; you'll drink anything with liquor in it," Gris points out. Semiu snorts and giggles at the way Enjin's pout deepens at the relentless teasing that he's receiving.
"I drink anything that brings me great pleasure, and for this kiki fest, I chose Moscato cause it makes me feel like a wine-drunk white college girl. Anymore questions, oh-judgemental-ones?" Enjin snaps as he holds his bottle up to his cheek. Gris and Semiu look at each other and softly chuckle, then reach for their respective bottles and glasses and begin pouring. Enjin follows suit, grumbling, "I can't believe I'm getting bullied by my best friend and my man, unbelievable."
"So," Semiu begins, taking a sip of her wine, "how was dinner?"
Enjin and Gris glance at each other and take their own sips of wine. They're definitely about to tell Semiu some bullshit, but she'll let them, for now.
"I mean, it was dinner, a damn good dinner from yours truly, of course. Professed my undying love for Grissy Poo over there, and we just talked," Enjin puts plainly with a shrug, like someone who is clearly holding back information.
"Just talked?" Semiu challenged.
"Yes, just talked. After dinner, we just talked and made some plans, that's all," Gris interjects, with a faint tint of blush creeping up his neck. Semiu wants to burst into tears of laughter at how obvious her dear friend is being. She takes another sip of her wine and hums. This should be funny.
"Ah, so y'all fucked."
And funny it was. The way Gris chokes on his wine, combined with the way Enjin's eyebrow twitches as he downs the rest of his wine and quickly picks up his bottle to refill his glass, has Semiu doubled over with laughter. It's a miracle she manages not to spill her drink. Semiu is a simple woman; she sees an opportunity to be funny, and she takes it. Simple, easy, one-two-three. She doesn't actually care too much whether or not her best friends are having sex. She's more surprised that it didn't happen sooner, with the way they were bumping and grinding at the club. Just horned up for the world to see. Semiu's laughter calms down into a fit of giggles as the two grown men sit in embarrassed silence with their matching pouts. So adorable, and so ridiculous. Semiu notices Enjin's pout turn into an evil, conniving smile.
"Well—" Gris begins, only to get interrupted by Enjin.
"Yes, we fucked, nasty actually. Sloppy style. Multiple rounds—"
"Enjin."
"Gross," Semiu grimaces as she reaches over to flick Enjin in the forehead, only for him to catch her wrist with a smirk. "Jin, you always gotta ruin my fun by being nasty," she grouches, pulling herself away from him. He hums proudly.
"Hey, you asked. You don't see us asking about your sex life."
"The sex I have with Mildretta is incredible, thanks for asking."
"Oh? Do tell."
"Well, first we—"
A hearty laugh is heard from Gris, making Enjin and Semiu look at him in surprise before they join in, giggling up a storm. Enjin puts his arm around Semiu and gently knocks his head against hers, and a warm feeling bubbles in her chest as she leans into the embrace.
"What's got you all happy, big guy?" Enjin wonders. Gris wipes the tears of laughter from his eyes and looks at the two of them with a smile so genuine that it tugs at Semiu's heartstrings. Gris, ever the sweetheart and the poster child for peace and serenity, always knows how to pull the softness out of every heart he touches.
"I'm just grateful that I met you guys, that's all," he beams as if that wasn't enough to make it feel as if the world stopped spinning. Semiu's gaze softens, and she lets out an amused chuckle as she looks back at the years of knowing her friends. She wonders why she didn't have them meet sooner, but knows that now was definitely the right time to bring her two worlds together.
"Honestly, having you two in my life has made all the bullshit worth it. I was just some lost 22-year-old trying to figure life out on her own until I met y'all. You two really do a good job of serving as some guiding pillars, you know that?" Semiu muses as she puts her glass of wine on the coffee table and leans back into the couch. Enjin and Gris share a smile, put their glasses down, and pull Semiu into a hug, evoking a startled noise from her.
"Aww, Semiu, it's like you love us or something," Enjin squeezes her tightly.
"Oh, Semiu, I'm touched," Gris squeezes even tighter. When did everyone get so clingy?
"You guys are smothering me. Again." Suddenly, there's mischief in the air. Semiu can sense it the moment those two idiots lock eyes. Before she can even blink, Semiu is met with a sudden onslaught of the most ridiculous kissy noises, cooing, and pet names.
"Oh, our precious little Semi-Wemi pookie-wookiekins." Enjin is evil, and Semiu has always been aware of this.
"Our amazing princess. Our lovely little girl. Our precious bossy-pants." Gris… well, he's always been a little shit who likes to trick people into believing he would never tap dance on anyone's nerves. Then these two have the nerve, the gall, to plant the fattest, wettest, loudest kiss on her cheeks, ending in the biggest MUAH heard around the world. Semiu sputters and quickly wipes her face as Enjin and Gris cackle in her ears.
"Y'all are so fucking stupid," she huffs. She knows she can easily shove them away, but something about their warmth brings her great comfort. Idiots. Stupid, lovable, idiots. But they are her idiots, and Semiu wouldn't want it any other way.