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Jisung doesn’t subscribe to the notion of “too good to be true.” Being suspicious just spoils the good thing, and why would he let that happen instead of just embracing the chances life throws his way? And as best friends for life, good things are always shared between Felix and Jisung. Felix getting a new job is good for him because the pay is much better compared to the last place he worked at. And it’s good for Jisung because the wellness center Felix works at now as a massage therapist has a well-equipped gym with a swimming pool and saunas, and through Felix he can get a big fat discount of 50% on the membership, which makes it even cheaper than his current gym that has just the bare necessities. Jisung would’ve been an idiot to not take Felix up on that offer just because it sounds “too good to be true.”

He accepts the welcome-kit Felix hands him consisting of a bag, water bottle, towel and bathrobe with open arms, barely listening as his friend rattles down the usual stuff.

“Clean the sports equipment after use, always put a towel under your sweaty ass, and don’t go into the steam room.”

The first weeks go by as well as they possibly could. His job as a composer and lyricist allows him to go to the gym when almost no one else is there, so the wellness center feels like his own personal playground. He’s hopping from the gym to the pool to the sauna to try out everything at least once.

Naturally he sits down on the tiled bench of the steam room after his usual workout routine one day, enjoying the heat and steam relaxing his muscles and clearing his sinuses. He leans back and closes his eyes, convinced he's alone until he hears a quiet, blissful sigh. Peaking through the thick steam, he does notice the vague shape of two other people in the far corner. That's fine, Jisung thinks and closes his eyes again. It's not like they will get in each other's way like that.

Except Jisung picks up on more noises coming from that corner. Another sigh. The slick sound of smacking skin that Jisung belatedly realizes sounds like two people kissing. Or rather, making out. Weird.

But Jisung is too shy to confront anyone, so he tries to ignore them until the sighs turn into moans, and the slick noises sound too much like sucking and slurping to be excused as kissing anymore. Jisung freezes sitting in the hot steam room until he's finally brave enough to sneak a peek, and although he can't make out any details in the thick steam, One person —a man—definitely seems to sit on the floor between the legs of another man. Mortified, Jisung jumps up and runs out of the steam room, hastily covering his crotch with a towel.

"Two guys are fucking in the steam room!" he shouts, bursting into the massage room of his best friend.

"Jisung!" Felix chastises. "I could've been in here with a client!"

"Two guys are fucking in the steam room!"

"Do you want to entertain the whole hallway?"

Jisung slams the door behind him and repeats: "Two guys are fucking—"

"I heard you the first time," Felix interrupts him. "Two guys are fucking in the steam room, got it. I told you not to go in there!"

The wheels in Jisung's head are turning in rapid speed, working overtime trying to make sense of this. "Shouldn't that be against policy or something? What kind of establishment is this?!"

"A wellness center." With the way Felix leans back in his office chair, hands in his lap and a barely concealed smirk on his face, he looks like an evil super villain. "It's also a gay cruising spot."

Jisung frowns. "Cruising? Like, a cruise? Like a ship?"

Felix laughs. "No. Cruising as in, a gay meeting spot. Like a gay bar. And you know, sometimes you need the steam room for something other than its intended purpose." Felix wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"They're meeting here to fuck?!" Jisung gasps. "Are you… do your massages have a happy ending too?!"

"No, Jisung. Because if they did, I would be much richer than I am now. Well, and I would also be fired, because that is very much against policy."

"So… you essentially signed me up for Grindr in real life? Without telling me?!"

Felix rolls his eyes. "You are making it sound much more racy than it actually is. It's a wellness center. A safe space for mostly queer men to work out and relax and mingle. And yes, sometimes they wanna have some fun and they go into the steam room or one of the shower cabins for that, which is why I told you not to go in there. Unless you wanna participate."

"I don't wanna participate, I'm straight! I can't be here, you have to cancel my membership immediately—"

"You're being ridiculous. Do you know how many straight people I've caught hooking up in the spa where I used to work at, where it was against the rules?" Felix visibly shudders. "Too many! There's just something about rest and relaxation that gets people in the mood I guess…" Felix groans, rubbing his eyes like he wants to erase some particularly uncomfortable memories. "At least here, the rules and boundaries are clear. Unless you don't go out of your way to approach someone, this works like any other regular gym and sauna for you. With the difference that you're getting a sweet discount thanks to me and that the amenities are much nicer than anywhere else. You would be crazy to throw that away just because of some cruising."

"But what if… what if someone wants to hook up with me?!"

"Then you say no thank you and go about your day. Seriously Jisung, you're acting as if you've never had to let someone down in your life—"

Jisung jumps out of his skin at the loud knock on the door.

"And that will be my next client." Felix gets up and walks over. "Now do whatever you were about to do before this. I promise you, no one will take away your straight card," he says and opens the door to greet a tall muscular man with a bright smile.

And with that, Jisung is being kicked out into the hallway, still naked behind the flimsy towel he holds in front of his crotch. With his bare feet on the floor, because in the shock he forgot to put his flip-flops back on. They should still be waiting for him in front of the steam room with his bathrobe. Oh god.

Jisung feels like an undercover spy on his walk of shame back to retrieve his things, steadfastly avoiding looking at anyone for too long. A gay cruising spot. Thinking about it, that explains why Jisung has only ever seen men around here… of course, looking back it makes perfect sense now. Hindsight is 20/20, as they say.

With his slippers back on his feet, his bathrobe securely tied around his waist and the towel over his shoulder, Jisung is on his way to the changing room when his eyes suddenly fall to one of the smaller saunas that appears to be completely empty through the glass door. He ponders for a split second before he goes inside for a do-over to hopefully sweat out the shock and anxiety. He can be normal about this. He's an ally, alright? Not to mention that his naked run through the building has left him freezing, and he also upped his weights during his workout earlier. He's in a desperate need for an empty sauna to warm up again and to reduce the oncoming muscle soreness as much as possible because he's a crybaby when it comes to pain.

He enjoys five full minutes of peaceful solitude until the door opens and two guys come inside. Judging from the wrinkles on their faces they seem to be older, in their forties maybe. But even the middle-aged guys are built different here. Jisung gapes at their muscle-packed, toned bodies before he remembers to close his mouth and the initial surprise slowly morphs into panic as these two put down their towels on the bench behind him and sit down.

Jisung's brain is kicked into overdrive and his whole body tenses up. Are they gay too? Are they looking for someone to have sex with? Do they want to have sex with Jisung? How does he explain that—

“Hey, cou—”

“I’m straight,” Jisung blurts out.

“Hi straight, I’m Changbin,” the guy replies, unimpressed. “Could you hand me the sauna infusion, please?”

Jisung’s face turns tomato-red, and the guy behind Changbin looks like he’s cracking several ribs to hold in his laughter. The bucket trembles dangerously in his hands when he gives it to Changbin, who pours the intensely scented water over the hot coal before he sighs blissfully and leans back with his eyes closed.

Jisung is stuck in his personal hell. He feels terribly awkward sitting here after the most embarrassing social faux-pas he’s had since he accidentally called the barista mom about a week ago. But he can’t leave now, or they’re gonna think he’s disgusted or scared of them or something.

So Jisung is sitting there, stiff as a board, staring at the sand running through the hourglass on the wood-paneled wall, with the sharp smell of mint stinging in his nose and drops of sweat running down his back.

“You’re gonna get a muscle cramp like that.” The guy next to Changbin suddenly smiles at him. He seems to have recovered from his almost-laughing fit, relaxed and kind of slumped into Changbin’s side. Their massive biceps squished together.

Jisung promptly slouches on command and the guy laughs.

“The wooden backrests are more comfortable than they look, I promise,” he says. “I’m Chan, by the way.”

“Jisung,” Jisung corrects his mistake from earlier, mechanically leaning back against the wood. “Sorry for earlier, I—uhh, I got confused.”

“Sure.” Chan’s grin widens enough to show off a dimple on his left cheek, and his hand drops to Changbin’s plump thigh.

Jisung stares purely out of concern. Are they… they’re not gonna… while Jisung is…?

But Chan’s fingers stay still on Changbin’s thigh while Jisung steals glances at the sweat drops running over their muscular bodies, counting down the seconds until it's socially acceptable for him to leave. Said moment comes when Changbin yelps at Chan's fingers suddenly digging harshly into his thigh. Chan only chuckles when Changbin hits his arm and Jisung hastily stumbles outside, throwing a mumbled "Good later!" over his shoulder because his brain couldn't decide between goodbye and see you later.

Fucking fantastic.

Jisung hides the next few days behind the excuse that he's too busy to work out, until Felix sends him a text that says "you know, straight people usually don't worry about gay people that much." And well, now Jisung has something to prove. Really, the implication of Felix' message is ridiculous because Jisung is fine with gay people. He went to a liberal arts college, god damn it. His whole friend group is some letter of the LGBT+ acronym, with him being the token straight.

So he simply has to return to the wellness center because he has to keep up his gains and defend his ally status. He was planning to go for a swim today, but when he gets to the pool he sees it's already occupied by an Olympic swimmer apparently. Because the guy in there is swimming laps with a practiced speed and elegance that would make Jisung look like a drowning bug with helplessly flailing limbs.

"You better stop staring at my husband."

Jisung jumps out of his skin at Changbin suddenly popping up beside him.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't—"

"Relax mate, I'm just messing with you," Changbin chuckles and elbows him in a friendly manner. "Are you always this skittish or did we scare you last time?"

"Oh—w-well, I, uh," Jisung stutters, and it's not his fault when his eyes fall to Changbin's pecs that are bigger than some of the girl's boobs Jisung's been with. It's not his fault that Changbin is wearing criminally short swimming trunks that end just barely below his voluptuous ass. His skipping heartbeat and the heat that prickles all over his skin are also not his fault. His body is just confused. "You're married?"

Changbin nods. "Together for twenty four years, married for seven."

"I'm twenty four!" Jisung gapes at him. "You've been dating for as long as I'm alive!"

"Time isn't real," Changbin groans.

"How… how old are you?"

"Forty six. Chan is forty eight."

"Woah—samchon."

"Don't get sassy with me, young blood. Do you want me to dunk your head?" Changbin playfully shakes his fist at him.

"I love Yungblud!"

"What?!" Changbin squints at him, like the answer is written on Jisung's forehead in too small font.

"He's this alternative musician—never mind. You're too old to get it, samchon." Jisung grins and laughs when Changbin slaps his nape.

"We're still hyung to you, bug." Changbin squeezes his neck with a wild look in his eyes. "You young people have no respect these days."

"Okay, okay, hyung," Jisung giggles. It sounds a little odd referring to someone twice his age like that, but he's not gonna argue with Changbin over how he wants to be addressed. "Does your husband do this professionally or…" he asks, pointing at Chan.

"Not bad, right?" Changbin lays his arm around Jisung's shoulder and nods towards the pool with a proud smile. "He used to swim competitively. His medals and trophies occupy a whole wall at his parent's home, and I have to look at them every time we visit. Quite obnoxious." Changbin rolls his eyes, obviously fond.

"He's incredible," Jisung nods.

Chan has finally finished his rounds and swims towards the edge of the pool. "Since when do I have an audience? I'm shy."

"You like a little bit of an audience." Changbin smirks, leaving Jisung's side.

"Didn't wanna disrupt your impeccable stroke game, mate," Jisung grins.

Chan raises his brow at him and grins back, making Jisung wonder if he said something weird or awkward. Before he can dwell on it though, Changbin sits down at the edge of the pool to splash water at Chan.

Chan quickly retaliates, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog and backing away from Changbin before catching another splash of water. "Thanks lad. Do you wanna take a dip or…"

"I did, but now I'm embarrassed."

Chan laughs high and squeaky. "Nonsense, come join us."

And it's not like Jisung can or wants to refuse this offer. Chan and Changbin seem pretty cool, and Jisung immediately tests his theory by running and cannonball-jumping into the pool. He's quite satisfied by the waves he made when he breaks through the water again. Chan giggles and shakes his head again while Changbin loudly complains, still sitting on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water.

"Aish! Now I'm all wet!" he whines, brushing the wet bangs out of his face.

Chan's hand sneaks around Changbin's ankle, and when his eyes meet Jisung's he knows exactly what to do. He grabs Changbin's other ankle and they both pull. "YAH!" Changbin yelps before he falls into the water and Chan and Jisung congratulate each other with a high-five. But their celebration is cut short once Changbin resurfaces and without wasting any time dunks both their heads underwater with a vengeful grin on his face.

And from that point on, they were friends. No pact or schedules were made, but Jisung knew that if he went to the wellness center Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning, Chan and Changbin would be there to welcome him with bright smiles and playful banter. Jisung feels a lot more secure as the token straight under the wings of the older gay couple—although they are also the source of doubts starting to cloud his mind.

Because not only are Chan and Changbin smart and witty and charming and fun to hang out with, but they are also hot. Objectively and in every sense of the word. But that's not a matter of sexuality, it's a matter of having eyes. Jisung is secure enough in his heterosexuality to acknowledge the attractiveness of other guys.

What he's not so sure about, however, is the magnetic pull they seem to have. Jisung can excuse getting distracted by their muscle-packed arms and pecs and thighs with admiration. But excusing his eyes straying to their lips and and waists and bulges too proves to be much more difficult. The one and only thing Jisung refuses to take accountability for is for staring at their butts. They're so pornographically big and round that they attract everyone's eyes, not just Jisung's.

It's just that he can't stop thinking about them either. On an unsuspecting Sunday night Jisung catches himself unable to fall asleep because he's so giddy about seeing them in the morning. They promised to take him out to eat at one of their favorite restaurants nearby after working out, and Jisung can't wait to steal meat off of Changbin's plate and to keep talking to Chan who got him hooked on retro Anime of the eighties and nineties.

It doesn't get any better on Tuesday when he looks up the quickest route from the wellness center to his favorite sashimi place that he wants to invite them to instead of working.

And suddenly it's Friday evening, and while he's gone to bed early because Changbin has been chastising him about his wacky sleep schedule lately, his mind won't let him rest because it keeps circling around his new friends and what transpired earlier that day.

Chan and Changbin aren't big on public displays of affection. And as much as Jisung wants to tell himself that that's just their personal preference and dynamic, he's aware that in most places and for almost their entire life, anything more than a handshake or a quick hug would put their safety at risk. Chan, who's actually Australian, mentioned briefly that they married in his home country as soon as same-sex marriage was legalized there at the end of 2017, but to this day their union is not legally recognized in Korea.

So it was a first when Jisung caught them in an intimate hug in the empty changing room that day. Both wearing nothing but their underwear, Chan was embracing Changbin from behind. Kissing along his neck, fingertips teasing along his husband's briefs. Hyung, Changbin whined, pretending to be bothered when both his cheeks and ears were dusted a lovely shade of pink while he melted into Chan's arms, because it's so obvious that he belongs there.

The moment was over quickly when they both heard the door click shut behind Jisung and they stepped apart immediately. Despite the wellness center being one of the only places were they are free to express their love as openly as they want, the fear and caution instilled in them runs deep.

Despite it being short-lived, the moment is branded into his mind like a tattoo for some reason. Jisung is just a sucker for love, and it's obvious that Chan and Changbin love each other a lot. The way they circle each other's orbit, how they just fit together makes Jisung's heart ache in a good way. They looked so soft and cuddly in each others arms, comfortable in a way Jisung hopes he will get to experience some day too. But Jisung's thoughts didn't stop there. They also kept coming back to Chan's hands on Changbin's body, his fingers on the waistband of his underwear. Jisung shivers alone in bed thinking about where they would've ventured if they didn't notice him. Have they fucked in the steam room too?

Jisung turns in bed, burying his face in his pillow asking himself the question that inevitably follows: who tops? They both look like stereotypical tops, but Felix has given him the don't stereotype lecture immediately after Jisung allowed himself to direct one! bottom joke at Felix who promptly came out as a strict top. And aside from that, their personality make the matter more ambiguous all on their own. They both like to be pampered, and while Changbin seems to be the one wearing the pants in the relationship at first glance, he's really such a pushover for his husband. Chan is definitely a people pleaser, which could go either way.

Jisung tosses and turns. It's really none of his business, but his overactive imagination takes that one little moment of intimacy and keeps spinning. Suddenly he thinks of Changbin turning his head and his small, heart-shaped mouth connecting with Chan's, and Chan's fingers dipping into his underwear.

It's only after Jisung has taken his own hardening dick in his hand that he realizes—hold on. This is not a straight scenario to think about.

He hastily grabs his phone. He's just horny, it's been awhile since he jerked off, let alone has had someone to help him. He clicks on the next best clip on the start page of the porn site and starts stroking.

It's just… if he squints, the guy looks like Chan. And the closer he is to orgasm, the more the girl's boobs start to resemble Changbin's pecs, and maybe by the time he comes his mind has involuntarily replaced the porn actors with Chan coming on Changbin's ass.

Post nut clarity sinks in fast and Jisung quickly closes the tab on his phone and throws it off to the side like it burned him. He runs into the bathroom to clean up and picks up his guitar afterwards, strumming mindlessly because he would like to think about anything else right now.

"Hey bug, you okay?" Changbin asks him on the bench press. "You keep staring at me. Do I have something on my shirt?"

"Hm? Oh, no, I'm good. You're good," Jisung blabbers mindlessly in an effort to convince himself as much as Changbin. "Sorry, my turn, right?"

Jisung knows it's bad when not even the physical exhaustion of lifting more than half his body weight is enough to distract his thoughts. But it's not like Chan and Changbin make it any easier, muscles pumped, gloriously sweaty and gorgeous, with their hands on him at all times to spot him.

Thankfully it didn't become awkward hanging out with them after his shameful, secret jerk-off session. To his detriment, he's more excited than ever to be with them, and he's hopelessly overwhelmed trying to make sense of these feelings.

"Hyungs, how did you know?" Jisung asks in the sauna after another successful workout.

"Know what?" Chan replies, stretching his arms which always looks a little freakish with his double-jointed limbs.

"That you like men."

"I came out of the womb like that," Changbin shrugs. "Assigned glamourpuss at birth."

"Shut up!" Chan punches his arm and laughs his high, squeaky laugh. "He was, though, you should see his childhood photos. Long hair, pink frilly skirts he stole from his sister, posing like the member of a girl group, literally the pink print of all gay stereotypes. Captain of his dance club in High School too, to top it all off."

"At least I didn't do Ballet," Changbin raises his brows at Chan, crossing his massive arms in front of his chest that make it difficult for Jisung to believe that he could be as flamboyant as Chan claims.

"Only as part of my musical theater course!"

"Even gayer!" Changbin laughs.

They keep bickering like that, but all that's repeating in Jisung's head over and over again is I’m straight I’m straight I’m straight as he actively avoids staring at their sweaty bodies by staring at the floor under his feet instead. That one slip-up was just an exception to prove the rule.

He was not assigned glamourpuss at birth, Jisung was just a normal boy. Sensitive and moody, sure, and he too grew up singing and dancing, but so did his brother who's married to a woman with a kid on the way. And Jisung is pretty sure that he likes women, too. He's had many flings and a handful of serious relationships to prove so.

“Hey bug, are you listening?” Chan nudges his shoulder.

"Sorry, hyung, what did you say?"

Chan's smile turns a little kinder. "Don't get into your head about it. At the end of the day, you like who you like. Don't let your preconceptions about sexuality and gender take that from you."

"Huh." Jisung gapes at Chan. He's never thought about it that way.

"Sometimes it's less about liking men and more about liking A Man. You know how I realized that?"

Jisung shakes his head.

"By falling in love with Changbin."

It's quiet after Chan's words, until Jisung sniffs into the silence and his tears mix with the sweat running down his face.

"Hey—Don't tell me you're crying, bug?" Changbin chuckles surprised. "That old man's speech wasn't that revolutionary, come on."

"I love the love you have for each other," Jisung cries because he can't help himself. He's a sap through and through. "Why hasn't there been made a movie about your love story already?"

"Let's not over-exaggerate," Chan giggles shyly and pats Jisung’s shoulder. "We're just a normal couple among millions, really nothing special."

"No, you guys are special to me!" Jisung snivels and wipes the snot with the back of his hand.

"Let's get out of here, I don't think the heat is good for him." Changbin grins and pats his nape on the way out as he likes to do to tease or comfort him, or in this case, both.

It's Friday evening yet again, but this time Jisung is out with Felix and chews his ear off talking about Chan and Changbin.

“In your professional opinion,” Jisung slurs, plastered after just one beer. “Who’s the bottom?”

“God, I hope they both are. With those butts it would be a shame if they weren’t,” Felix sighs, looking dreamily into nothing like he’s visualizing it right now. “How open is their marriage, anyway? Do you think they’d let me hit?”

Jisung grimaces like he tasted something foul. “No,” he pouts and slides out of his seat. “I have to hook up with a girl now.”

“You have to?” Felix mockingly raises his brow at him. “Who’s forcing you?”

“I’ve been underfucked lately.” Jisung tips his head with his finger. “I need to set my head straight,” he explains and approaches the next best girl at the bar.

He doesn’t exactly remember what happened next, but he wakes up alone with three hundred thousand won less on his bank account and a mountain of some kind of ominous health tea he has to sell now. Just as underfucked as he was before with his mind still circling around Chan and Changbin, which leads him to the conclusion that he needs a more heads-on approach.

Because sometimes it's less about liking men and more about liking A Man, right? Or, in Jisung's case, liking Two Men.

They're sitting on the benches of the empty changing room after their usual workout and sauna routine. Chan and Changbin next to each other with nothing but a towel around their waists in their muscled and sweaty glory, and Jisung across from them who's sweaty for an entirely different reason. He supposes now is a good time as ever for his proposition. He clears his throat before he starts, "Okay, so. I firmly believe that you gotta try everything in life at least once."

"For the last time Jisung, we will not join your MLM scheme," Changbin interrupts him.

"It's not an MLM! You just have to make an investment up front—"

"Jisung, it's okay to admit that a pretty girl took advantage of your drunk ass at the bar to recruit you into an MLM scheme. Happens to the best of us,” Chan smiles.

“Would definitely happen to you,” Changbin mumbles under his breath, Chan promptly elbowing his ribs.

“Fine, yes. I knew she was out of my league,” Jisung sighs, allowing himself a moment to pout and sulk about the money he essentially threw out the window and the tea that's gonna have to follow now. “Anyway, that’s not what this is about. The thing is, I’ve been thinking…”

“Oh my god, did you hear that darling?” Changbin gasps dramatically and grasps Chan’s arm. “He’s been thinking! I hope he didn’t hurt himself—”

Jisung has had enough and stuffs his sweaty shirt into Changbin’s mouth to shut him up. Chan snickers and pats his husband's back while he chokes, but does nothing to help him.

“So, I’ve been thinking, and I’m tired being the token straight around here.”

“It’s okay Jisung, some people are just born this way,” Chan smiles mirthfully at him, and Changbin laughs and then grimaces when he coughs up lint. “We love you regardless.”

“You guys are impossible!” Jisung groans. “You’d think being in your fifties—”

“Forties!” Chan and Changbin shout in unison.

“Sure,” Jisung grins. “Anyway, the point is… Changbin-hyung.”

Changbin raises a brow at him over the bottle of water tipped to his lips to wash out the taste of Jisung's sweat and detergent.

“Can I fuck you and can your husband fuck me to see if I’m bi? I just wanna make sure I’m covering all the bases.”

Changbin chokes again and spills water all over himself, and this time Chan is too flustered himself to be of any help. Dodging Jisung’s look, his neck and ears a lovely shade of sunburn-red, hiding his face in Changbin’s shoulder.

“You—now hold on, what makes you assume I’m the bottom?”

“That’s what you’re concerned about?!” Chan whines, head in hands, squirming in embarrassment.

“Well…” Jisung looks from Changbin to Chan and back again before he shrugs. “Gotta be honest with you hyung, I can't figure it out with you two. I just thought Channie-hyung is such a people pleaser he would top even if that wasn’t really his preference, you know? Like, he’s so submissive he’d dom if that’s what you wanted.”

“HEY!”

“HA!” Changbin points at his husband and laughs. “He got you good!”

“So,” Jisung butts in again. “What do you think?”

“So you want to play a round of gay chicken with us,” Changbin chuckles, wiping up the water he spilled with his towel.

"I guess so."

"You guess," Changbin parrots. “And you guess you want to fuck and get fucked by us. At the same time?”

“Why not,” Jisung shrugs with a crooked smile. “Two in one type deal. All aboard the fuck-train, choo choo!”

“Can you both lower your voices please?!” Chan pleas with them, sounding like he’s about to cry, still hiding behind his hands, staunchly staring at the floor.

Changbin clears his throat and earnestly tries to lower his voice. “Because you think you’re bi. Why?”

“Why not?” Jisung retorts. “Why can’t I be bisexual?”

Changbin laughs. “No, I mean what brought this on?”

“I’m just open-minded like that,” Jisung jokes, because he doesn't want to explain to Chan and Changbin that they are the ones who brought this on. And he especially doesn't want to confess that he's thought about them having sex while masturbating, because that would be weird.

“And how did you imagine this?” Changbin humors him. “Do you want to come over and then dip after like a 3 AM Grindr hookup? Are you going to take us out on a date first? Oh my god—” Changbin takes a look around the changing room like it just appeared out of thin air. “Are we on a date already? Are you buttering us up?!”

“Wait, does this mean we’re doing this?!” Jisung says excitedly before his eyes fall to Chan again, who hasn’t moved the whole time, head still in his hands like he’s regretting all his life choices. “Uhm, shouldn’t we ask Channie-hyung first…”

“Don’t worry about him,” Changbin smiles and fondles the bright red shell of Chan's ear peaking out of his curly hair. “So. How did this go in your head?”

“Uhm, well…” Jisung nervously fiddles with his fingers in his lap. “Don't the guys around here go into the steam room or the showers for that…”

"At our age having sex in the steam room means almost certain death, either by heart attack, hyperthermia or dehydration, take your pick." Changbin shakes his head. "Also, I'm not cramming myself into a shower stall with two dudes just to slip and crack open my skull on the tiles when we have a perfectly comfortable, roomy bed at home. I have standards, you know?

"What are you doing Friday evening?" Chan suddenly asks, having seemingly recovered from the initial shock if it weren't for the bright blush all over his face, neck and chest. Jisung would've never guessed that he could be so shy. It's terribly cute.

"Uhh… Nothing?" Now Jisung feels like he's on the brink of a heart attack. Somehow, getting invited into Chan and Changbin's home feels even more intimate than proposing them for sex.

"Give me your number, I'll text you our address."

Their address isn't the only thing Chan texts him. After confirming yet again that Jisung wants to go all the way, he also sends him an article on how to prepare and douche correctly, which is quite possibly the most embarrassing text Jisung’s ever gotten. He orders the necessary equipment online and tells his roommate Seungmin that he got new shoes.

“Are you a baby?” Seungmin asks and raises his brow at the too-small package in Jisung’s hands.

“The—they're for my future nephew. Or niece,” Jisung stutters.

“Right,” Seungmin smirks ominously but doesn’t prod further, already satisfied with Jisung’s state of embarrassment that he feeds off of like a vampire.

Alas, Jisung is not a quitter. He powers through and rings the intercom of Chan and Changbin’s fancy apartment complex on Friday evening with a few drops of clean water still leaking out of his ass because he was quite thorough.

“Come in,” Changbin opens the door for him, his appearance somehow off-putting. It takes a second of taking off his shoes to realize that it’s because Changbin is more clothed than Jisung has ever seen him. Instead of a towel around his waist or criminally short swimming trunks he’s wearing a pair of nicely fitted black slacks with a more casual, tucked in button-up, rolled up sleeves and the first few buttons undone to show off some of his chest.

“Too much?” Changbin asks, sheepishly tugging on his earlobe. “I wanted to throw on a pair of khaki shorts but Chan was throwing a fit.”

“You look good,” Jisung grins. “Just unusual, I mean I normally see you half naked.”

“Patience,” Changbin teases and leads him further inside. “Make yourself at home.”

Their apartment is pretty much exactly how Jisung imagined, which is to say fancy and neat. Mostly black and dark wood against white walls which are covered by shelves and posters of retro album covers.

“You have a record player!” Jisung notes and comes closer to take a better look at their vinyl record collection.

“My original record player from the eighties!” Changbin explains proudly. “They don’t make good-quality, lasting electronics like that anymore.”

Flipping through their vinyl collection, it’s obvious that most of it is decades old too, the colors of the art fading, the paper deteriorating where fingerprints were left over the many years.

“You can pick one to listen to if you want.” Chan suddenly appears at his side, handing him a colorful looking drink. “It’s a mocktail, but I can add alcohol if you want.”

“You better not, all it takes is one beer to get me drunk and I get incredibly emotional and clingy when I am,” Jisung chuckles and happily takes the drink.

Jisung takes them up on the offer and chooses a Jackson Five record to play in the background while they sip on their drinks and chat on the black couch. He’s terribly nervous but they never let it get awkward. Chan drapes his arm over his shoulder and Changbin sits close enough for their thighs to touch at all times, making light conversation like Jisung isn’t here to get his back blown out.

“Are you sure you didn’t put any alcohol into his drink?” Changbin jokes and pinches Jisung’s blushing cheeks. “Nervous, bug?”

“I mean, yeah,” Jisung laughs breathily and puts his empty glass on the coffee table. “But in a good way, I think. I really like you guys.”

“You can pull out any time, you know?” Chan reiterates once again.

“I know.” Jisung returns his worried look and suggestively wiggles his eye brows. “But I think I wanna come inside.”

"Oh god, maybe I wanna pull out…" Chan groans. "You're a bad influence on him, Bin."

“Maybe it’s about time we show you our bedroom?” Changbin suggests with his signature down-turned smirk.

Jisung is not gonna pretend like he isn't so fucking jealous of what Chan and Changbin have. They kiss and it's so evident that these two belong together, have been together for as long as Jisung has been alive. If they're all stardust then Chan and Changbin came from the same star that died eons ago just to be reunited on earth. Changbin tilts his head and Chan uses the slight height advantage he has to deepen their kiss. Melting into each other, clinging like they're never gonna let go. Changbin is shamelessly feeling up his husband's broad shoulders, tangling his fingers in his curls while Chan pulls him further in with his hands on Changbin's back, gradually moving further down until he holds his waist, his hips, and finally, his ass.

Changbin grunts into their kiss and grinds his hips over Chan's, their bodies moving like one wave rolls through both of them.

"Are you gonna join or are you just going to stare?"

"Uhh…" Jisung replies dumbly and swallows because he's definitely salivating and he already feels hot and tingly all over. He's never gotten excited just from watching other people kiss. "I, uh, I quite like the view right now, not gonna lie."

"Hmm," Changbin smirks, and makes a show of biting Chan's perfectly plush lips and lifting his shirt just high enough to tease a sliver of Chan's naked skin. “Did you hear that, yeobo? He wants a show.”

“We should give him one then,” Chan smirks back and pulls his own shirt over his head before removing Changbin’s as well.

And it’s not like Jisung hasn’t seen their impressive builds plenty of times already, but right now he feels like a virgin on his wedding night watching their naked bodies entangle again. They definitely make a show of it now, overemphasizing every smack of their lips, pulling apart just a little bit for Jisung to catch a peak of their tongues before they connect again in an open-mouthed kiss. Chan grabs Changbin’s bulging arms and their pecs are squished together and Jisung thinks he’s about to pass out when Changbin shamelessly gropes Chan’s ass.

For better or for worse, Jisung realizes that the noises Chan makes in the bedroom are the same he makes while working out, maybe just a little whinier. But he feels like he's catapulted back into the gym with them hearing Chan moan into his husbands mouth as Changbin cups his crotch. Jisung's hand finds his own bulge watching them, mimicking how Changbin teasingly maps out the outline of Chan's hardening cock. When he pops open the button and undoes Chan's jeans, Jisung does the same with his own pants, gripping his dick over his underwear, moaning at Changbin going down on his knees.

There's something feral and possessive in the way Changbin pulls Chan closer with a harsh tug on the waistband of his jeans. Jisung's dick jumps in his grip just from that, and then Changbin fits his tiny mouth over the outline of Chan's length stretching the fabric of his underwear, and Jisung doesn't know what the fuck is happening to him anymore. This doesn't even come close to watching gay porn alone in his bed. In fact, he can't remember a time where he's ever felt this hot and bothered in a way that's almost concerning, like he's on the brink of a fever.

And still, he gets more winded once Changbin pulls down Chan's briefs, just enough to lick the precum off his tip before popping it into his mouth. Chan and Jisung moan in tandem, but it doesn't seem like they even hear him. Chan's fingers take a hold of Changbin's curls, a raspy “Baby” slipping past his lips. Jisung’s hand slips under his underwear to fist his cock to the rhythm of Changbin bobbing his head, indulgent and passionate, similar to how he enjoys food.

“Go easy on me, baby, fuck,” Chan begs and tightens his grip in Changbin’s hair to slow him down. Chan looks as out of it as Jisung feels, flushed cheeks and teary eyes not unlike those Jisung has seen on him before, but so much more vulnerable.

The way Changbin looks up at him with his big eyes and swollen, spit-slicked lips knocks Jisung completely off-balance, dick in his hand throbbing pathetically. Changbin doesn’t let a moment go to waste and uses the pause to undress Chan completely before they’re back to kissing and stumbling onto the bed because they can’t seem to let go of each other for even a second.

“Come on, at least take your first row seat!”

It takes a second for Jisung to snap out of his horny haze and realize that Changbin is talking to him, eying him while Chan is busy kissing down his neck.

It’s a miracle that Jisung manages to sit down at the foot of the bed without tripping over his own hormones. The dip in the mattress makes Chan turn his head and smile at him and Jisung might just pass out.

“Can we see you too?” Chan asks, tugging on the sleeves of Jisung’s shirt.

“I—I can’t compare to you, but…” Jisung chuckles nervously. “Fuck. Yeah.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Chan grins and pulls off Jisung’s shirt. “Your slutty waist is to die for.”

“My what?” Jisung squeaks.

“Can I kiss you?” Changbin suddenly pops up next to Chan, his hand already on Jisung’s nape.

“Y-you can do whatever you want with me,” Jisung gasps before he’s already being pulled into a kiss.

It’s… different than all the kissing he’s done before. Never has he felt the rough scruff of a beard shadow before, or smelled the distinct masculine musk that hangs in the air, or the rough callouses of a man’s hand directing his head.

Changbin’s tongue in his mouth and Chan’s hands on his waist and his lips following the shape of his collarbone are different in a life-altering way. Jisung feels like a completely different person than he was just half an hour ago, and he knows he will never be the same ever again. He greedily scrapes his teeth over Changbin’s tongue, holding his wrist while the fingers of his other hand get lost in Chan’s unruly curls.

“Fuck,” he moans and parts from Changbin only to capture Chan’s lips that he’s been having unholy thoughts about ever since he first saw them. Because what does a guy have such perfectly voluptuous lips for?

Changbin uses the distraction to finally get naked himself before yanking impatiently on Jisung’s pants. Fully naked he can’t help but feel a little vulnerable in front of them, but Chan places a calming hand on his thigh.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Jisung breathes. “Yeah, I trust you guys.”

Chan’s smile gets impossibly brighter. “What do you wanna start with?”

“Uhm…” Jisung’s heart makes a panicked jump looking from Chan to Changbin. “I mean, what do you…”

“Oh my god, you’re both impossible.” Changbin rolls his eyes and tugs Jisung closer by his wrist, until he feels Changbin’s breath on his hot face. “Me. You should start with me. You wanted to fuck me, didn’t you?”

Jisung’s eyes fall to Changbin’s kiss-bitten cherry mouth. “I do.”

“Impatient,” Chan teases and pushes Changbin onto the bed. “Let me open you up, princess.”

“Mmhm,” Changbin hums with a self-satisfied grin, spreading his legs, making himself comfortable with an arm under his head. Lazily tugging on his cock that Jisung notices to be smaller than Chan’s. Jisung isn’t sure if he’s ready for cock in his mouth just yet, but he watches the precum that pearls at the tip fascinatingly.

Chan meanwhile pumps lube out of a half a liter dispenser, because of course a flimsy bottle wouldn’t be enough for them, and warms it up between his fingers. Jisung watches curiously as he settles between Changbin’s legs, laying a hand on Changbin’s thigh to push them further apart. He starts just by spreading the lube along his rim, applying pressure without slipping inside, massaging his perineum.

“Stop teasing,” Changbin whines, and it goes right to Jisung’s dick.

He jerks himself off in slow strokes watching Chan’s finger slowly get swallowed by Changbin’s hole, knuckle by knuckle until it’s all the way inside and Changbin still needily wiggles his hips like it’s not enough. Chan moves it in and out carefully until Changbin moans for more, and Jisung stares as Changbin’s hole stretches around two fingers, jerking himself off.

“Don’t just watch.” Changbin suddenly grips his hand and leads it to his chest.

Jisung moans squeezing both his dick and Changbin’s pecs. In essence, groping Changbin’s ample chest muscles doesn't feel that different from groping boobs. Jisung experimentally twirls his nipple between his thumb and index, and Changbin moans just as beautifully. Jisung’s cock throbs in his grip and he has to take a break because he’s already dangerously close. Just watching Chan scissoring his fingers apart pushes him even further towards the edge.

“Enjoying yourself, straight boy?” Changbin grins, taking a hold of Jisung’s cock, and Jisung whimpers because he almost comes.

“Fuck,” Changbin moans, just as affected as he is. “Enough, I’m ready to take him.”

Chan prolongs the fingering just a tad bit longer by planting another wet and messy kiss on his husband’s mouth before he finally pulls out and hands Jisung a condom.

And fuck, it’s his turn now, is it?

Jisung’s fingers tremble ripping the packaging open and rolling the condom on.

“Don’t be scared,” Chan whispers into his ear, hugging him from behind. Jisung isn’t sure if it calms him or makes him even more nervous as he settles between Changbin’s legs.

“Go slow.”

Jisung shivers at Chan’s deep murmur, angling his dick against Changbin’s rim, who smirks cockily at him.

“Ready when you are, straight boy.”

All it takes is a little nudge from Chan for him to sink inside, and—

“Fuck, I—fuck, hyung, wait—”

The whole world is spinning, and Changbin is so warm and tight around him, and—

“Just a little bit baby, you’ve almost made it.”

He feels Chan’s voice vibrate in his back and the sweat collecting where their naked skin connects, and Changbin moans and his hole twitches—

“Wait, hyung, wait!”

Too late. Jisung’s whole body spasms and he comes harder than he ever did in his entire life, cock throbbing inside Changbin, pumping the condom full of come while Jisung can barely catch his breath.

“Are you—”

“Sorry,” Jisung whines, Changbin’s surprised face swimming behind a layer of tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t—I couldn’t—”

“Oh no, don’t cry bug,” Chan giggles and squeezes him tightly when Jisung sobs in his arms, peppering his teary cheeks with kisses.

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” Changbin grins at him when Jisung’s softened dick slips out.

“I’m sorry,” Jisung snivels, wiping tears and snot off his face with the back of his hand.

“Gosh, you’re too cute.” Changbin sits up and pushes his cheeks together so he can plant the biggest, sloppiest kiss on his pouty mouth. “Adorable bug.”

“It’s really fine, Jisung,” Chan promises, nuzzling his hair. “Did Bin at least feel good?”

“Binnie-hyung felt fucking incredible!” Jisung gasps, feeling nothing short of enlightened, like his third eye is finally open.

“Of course I did!” Changbin smirks self-assured. “Did you hear that Chan? Your husband feels fucking incredible!”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Chan grins.

Jisung giggles when they kiss over his shoulder, sneaking in a kiss on both of their cheeks before trying to shamelessly insert himself in the middle. He giggles even more when they both turn to him in a sloppy three-way kiss and he has their lips all over his face and neck.

“We can use your recovery time to get you prepped for me,” Chan offers, pulling the used condom off of Jisung’s flaccid dick. “Or do you want to take a break for now?”

“No break,” Jisung gasps between them. He’s a little sensitive now, but he figures it might be useful to still ride the aftershocks of his orgasm while having something up his ass the first time. “I don't do things halfway, I go all in.”

“Good,” Changbin says and pushes him onto the bed in his place. “Tell us when you need a break or when you wanna stop.”

“S-sure,” Jisung stutters, nervousness fluttering in his guts at finding himself naked on his back like a helpless bug, amplified when Chan stuffs a pillow under his hips.

Changbin, who always seems to sense Jisung’s mood swings, lies down next to him and pulls him into a kiss to distract him. Chan places a gentle hand on his thigh like he did with Changbin, and although the lube is warm and Chan is as careful as he can be, Jisung still jumps nervously when he feels his fingers where no one has ever touched him before, where he hasn’t even touched himself ever.

“Not gonna lie to you bug, it’s gonna feel weird at first. Like you have to go,” Changbin explains to him while Chan calmingly pets his thigh. “Try to relax and breathe through it. Trust the process.”

“Oh-okay.” Jisung gulps, taking a deep breath and squeezing Changbin’s hand cradling his cheek. “Okay, I’m ready. I trust you.”

With that, Chan’s finger slowly pushes in. And yeah, Changbin has described the feeling pretty accurately. Jisung honestly feels a little disappointed because Changbin has made this look so hot, but for Jisung it just feels… weirdly invasive.

“You okay, bug?” Chan asks.

“Yeah,” Jisung replies out of breath, and somehow he feels it down there, every breath, every little movement amplified by Chan’s finger up his ass. “Uhm, it’s just… weird.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Jisung thinks about it for a second, but Changbin told him to breathe through it and trust the process, and Jisung trusts him.

“No,” he decides and looks at Changbin. “It will get better, right?”

Changbin smiles his down-turned smile. “It will get so much better once you’re relaxed enough for him to properly move.”

“Okay, yeah.” Jisung tries his best to relax his whole body. “Fuck it, we ball.”

“You speak funny,” Chan chuckles, starting to slowly move his finger in and out.

“You’re just old,” Jisung fondly rolls his eyes at them and goes back to making out with Changbin to distract himself from the foreign intrusion.

And Changbin is hungry, eagerly licking into his mouth while he feels up his body. His calloused hands feel so nice on his skin, his tummy, his arms, his waist, his shoulders.

“Oh,” Jisung moans when he gently squeezes his pecs. “Oh,” he moans again when Changbin teases his thumb over his nipple.

“You like that?” Changbin grins, but the answer is pretty obvious from Jisung’s eyes glazing over, and how he arches into Changbin’s hold when he starts spreading kisses over his chest.

The moment Changbin licks over his nipple Chan pushes a second finger inside, and Jisung moans and squirms, hopelessly overwhelmed. The stretch is noticeable but it doesn’t hurt, and Changbin’s hot mouth on his chest feels fucking incredible. He feels himself chub up again, trapped between both of them, even with Chan’s fingers wiggling inside him. But as he carves out the space he needs it doesn’t feel too bad anymore, and he keeps prodding and prodding, until—

“WHA—?!” Jisung moan-gasps, his whole body tensing up again after he’s worked so hard to be relaxed.

“Did that hurt?” Chan asks.

“N-no? I’m not—hnnnng—” he whimpers when Chan curls his fingers again. His head is spinning and when he looks down at himself he can see his cock leaking on his tummy, gradually filling out again, jumping in tandem with Chan’s thrusts. “Fu—”

“Told you it would get better,” Changbin murmurs, watching Chan finger Jisung while jerking himself off.

Jisung groans and lets his eyes roll into the back of his head, giving in to the foreign sensations overwhelming him. It only gets worse once Changbin takes matters into his own hands and pumps Jisung’s cock to full hardness again while Chan scissors his fingers apart.

“Guys, wait—” Jisung seizes Changbin’s wrist. “Fuck, if you keep going like this I’ll come again.”

“So sensitive,” Changbin teases and switches to playing with his nipples again, which doesn’t help at all. “Yeobo, please move on already, I feel like I’m about to explode.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Chan answers, worriedly checking Jisung’s reaction when he adds a third finger.

“Ahh—” Jisung whines. Not because it hurts, but because he feels himself even more wound up now than ever before. Changbin isn’t the only one getting impatient.

“I think I can manage,” he finally says, tears in his eyes from Chan’s skillful fingers inside him.

“Are you sure?” Chan asks, eyebrows adorably drawn together in concern.

“Yeah, fuck it. Lay it on me, bro.”

“You heard the man,” Changbin chuckles. “Lay it on him.”

“You guys together are like, double the trouble,” Chan sighs, pulling out his fingers and wiping them clean on a tissue. “Your combined chaotic energy will be the death of me some day, I’m sure. It’s a good thing Jisung wasn’t even born yet while you were in your prime.”

“How dare you! I’m in my prime right now, old man!” Changbin bickers back, wiggling his ass. Chan giggles and gives it a friendly slap.

“Fuck, I really like both you guys,” Jisung laughs.

“And you’re just realizing that now?” Changbin raises his brow at him, pretending to be offended.

Jisung is just about to bite back, but he gets distracted by Chan rolling on a condom. He’s a pretty decent size, but Jisung is ready to take on the challenge. Chan teases the tip over his lubed entrance that’s been feeling strangely empty every since he pulled out his fingers.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Chan asks one last time.

“Born ready,” Jisung grins cockily to reassure both Chan and himself. “Let’s fucking go.”

“I’ll be careful,” Chan smiles and leans down, bracing himself on his arms next to Jisung’s head, distracting him with a gentle kiss on his lips.

Changbin’s hand sneaks between their bodies, stroking Jisung’s dick while Chan slowly pushes in. It’s a little overwhelming at first and Jisung has to take a deep breath, but it doesn’t hurt. The deeper Chan sinks in, the more Jisung gets used to him, the better it feels.

“Okay?” Chan asks when he’s buried all the way inside.

“Okay. Good,” Jisung confirms. “‘s good, hyung, keep going.”

Chan is still careful, but he starts moving, and Jisung already knows he isn’t going to last that much longer than in the first round.

“This is so unfair—Fuck this, I’m not waiting any longer,” Changbin suddenly decides and pushes Chan to sit up before swinging his leg over Jisung’s hips, rolling a new condom onto Jisung's dick and angling it at his hole.

“I got nothing but teasing and edging, I refuse to just sit by and watch you guys have all the fun,” he pouts and sinks down on Jisung’s cock with a relieved sigh.

Jisung whimpers helplessly, hands snapping to Changbin’s hips. Having Chan inside and Changbin on his cock is indescribable, Jisung feels like he’s about to fucking explode.

“You okay?” Chan checks in with him, hugging his husband from behind in an effort to slow him down a little bit.

“Guys—fuck,” is all Jisung can mewl as an answer. Hole fluttering around Chan, hips involuntarily jerking up into Changbin.

“Let me ride him at least a little bit before he comes again!” Changbin whines and starts swirling his hips.

And all Jisung can do at this point is lie there and take it, let Chan fuck into him and Changbin ride him while they hug and kiss and drive literal tears into his eyes and an endless string of moans and whimpers out of his mouth.

It’s a wonder he lasts as long as he does, really. He can’t even give them a proper warning, because he finally knows what Felix means when he says that he’s fucked someone’s brain out. Changbin squeezes his dick so tightly and Chan fucks into him so deep and hits just the right spot over and over again and they look so fucking hot on top of him he comes with a wail and a pathetic kick of his cock.

“Please—” he sniffs pathetically to still Changbin’s hips.

“I was so close,” Changbin whines, but Jisung’s spent cock slips out of him regardless.

“Come here baby, I’m here,” Chan murmurs, carefully pulling out of Jisung and ripping off the condom before fucking into Changbin raw and much harsher, but it seems to be exactly what Changbin needs, fisting his cock and moaning unabashedly.

Jisung blinks the tears out of his eyes to watch them fuck, and if they didn’t thoroughly drain his balls already he would come again. Changbin cranes his neck and tugs on Chan’s curls to pull him into the filthiest kiss, finally moaning deeply and coming all over Jisung’s sweaty body. Chan doesn’t last much longer, hips stuttering before he buries himself deep inside with a whiny “Bin!” on his lips.

It’s suddenly awfully quiet as they catch their breath. Jisung’s throat is dry as a desert and he feels like he just went to heaven and back.

"So?” Changbin finally interrupts the silence, fondling his husband's curls who peppers kisses along Changbin's neck. “What's your verdict?"

"My verdict?" Jisung repeats to buy himself more time to think.

"My verdict is that I have to pee. Like, right now."

After relieving himself on the toilet Jisung follows the bickering into the bathroom, where Chan and Changbin are squeezing themselves into the walk-in shower.

"Do you have space for one more?" he grins. The answer is evidently no, but that doesn't concern Jisung because Jisung is special and the shower walls will magically accommodate him.

"I mean, not really—ooph!" Changbin grunts when Jisung wiggles in between them both, pressed so close together that the water can't even reach everywhere, but being smothered is his priority anyway.

With Chan pressed against his back and Changbin's pecs squished against his own, Jisung is exactly where he wants to be.

"Okay, I need you both to be so for real right now. Who is really the bottom?"

Chan and Changbin look at each other and shrug simultaneously.

"We usually play rock, paper, scissors," Chan explains, "but sometimes Changbin whines so much I let him bottom anyway."

"Yeah, right. Do you think he cooks for me just out of the goodness of his heart?" Changbin rolls his eyes. "No, he just wants my dick up his ass."

Chan does nothing to deny it, giggling and nuzzling into Jisung's half-damp hair. Jisung cranes his neck to look at him.

"So… what I'm hearing is that I'm going to fuck you next time."

“Make him cook for you before that,” Changbin grins and pecks his husband’s lips. “That’s half the fun of topping him.”

It's Monday, and Jisung is earlier at the wellness center than usual to debrief with his best friend, lying on the massage table like on a therapy couch while Felix is listening to him from his office chair.

"And just to be clear, when did you have your sexual awakening threesome?" Felix asks with a weird intensity behind his eyes.

"Uhm—Friday?" Jisung replies, unsure why this is the detail Felix is focusing on.

"Friday the fifteenth! FUCK YEAH!" Felix cheers loudly. "Hyunjin owes me a pair of Louis Vuitton underwear!"

Jisung props himself up on his elbows and looks befuddled at his friend. "Excuse me?"

"We had a bet going," Felix explains while pulling out his phone, presumably to text Hyunjin. "I said it would take less than two months for you to break, Hyunjin said it would take longer."

"Break?" Jisung frowns. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Hate to break it to you," Felix grins, particularly proud of his mid-tier pun. "But you were the only one convinced of your heterosexuality. My personal philosophy on the matter aside."

Right, Felix' personal philosophy that they're all on some level bisexual.

"Hold on—this was all an elaborate scheme of yours to make me gay?"

"I didn't make you anything," Felix snickers. "I just threw you into the water to see what happens."

Jisung sighs and sits up, legs dangling in the air. He should've expected this.

"So, are you still our token straight friend?" Felix prods.

Jisung smiles and shrugs. "I don't care anymore. I like who I like."

"That's a beautiful way to put it," Felix nods and takes a sip of his milky-sugary coffee concoction.

"No one is holding a gun to your head and forcing you to drink coffee, you know?" Jisung chuckles at Felix' grimace.

"I read in an article that coffee makes you live longer."

Jisung raises a brow at him. "Did you actually read the article or did you watch a TikTok about the article?"

Felix' expression sours. "Get out of my office."

Jisung laughs and jumps off the massage table. "Whatever, Chan and Changbin are probably waiting for me."

"Lucky bastard," Felix grumbles. “Your first time gay sex was hooking up with an experienced older couple, my first time gay sex was awkward, dry hand jobs in one of the storage rooms at Sunday school.”

“Well, we can’t all be winners,” Jisung grins and turns around once more halfway out the door. “Oh, by the way. Don’t go into the steam room.”