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“what’re you doing, hyung?” jeongin asked, eyeballing the rather large book in seungmin’s hands with confusion and uncertainty. sliding onto the other’s lap (thus causing the other to set aside the book with a sigh), he raised an eyebrow, motioning for seungmin to give him an answer already because at this rate, he was gonna get frustrated and start rambling about what he thinks he’s doing or yell for felix so they can do option one together.
“none of your business, foxy.” he huffed, pushing jeongin away from him as he shook his head. his attempt to rid himself of the younger angel was for naught as the boy simply smirked, placing his head on the other’s shoulder and looking at him with wide, innocent eyes (that evil lurked within, like a snake in a beautiful green pasture filled with wildflowers).
seungmin loved his fellow angels, how could he not? contrary to what most think, angels that roam the mortal earth weren’t there of their own accord nor was it because they had fallen into temptation or whatever ridiculous reasons that people assumed. no, angels on earth were there due to the fact that those in heaven (their friends, their family) saw them unfit to live with the perimeters and rules created (or the societal standards established).
up there, it was fake without an end in sight. everyone smiled those practiced grins, laughed those forced chuckles, were constantly walking on eggshells as they acted as if nothing was wrong. heaven was hell in disguise with their facades and disillusionment from the reality presented. seungmin couldn’t stand it, was more than glad to pack his bags and take the plunge out of that place!
stumbling upon felix and jeongin was something he’s ever so grateful for. those two had both been through a lot and it had done damage to them. seungmin was there to pick up the pieces, cutting himself on the glass in order to put them back together. he’d found them on the streets years and years ago. their wings were battered and filthy, their clothes were ripped and stained, their cheekbones were sunk in and there was an emptiness that haunted their eyes.
he was their savior. he gave them what he had — which wasn’t a lot. it was enough though, just enough for the three of them. they drifted for years, keeping only to themselves until bang chan found them and took the title of savior from seungmin with ease as he adopted them into his growing friend group, allowing them to live with the rest of them and taking care of them.
to be honest, seungmin would give felix and jeongin the world if they asked for it, pluck the stars from the night sky with his bare hands just to see their smiles, be beaten bloody as long as they were safe. he wasn’t sure when exactly he decided ‘i need these two in my life no matter what’ but he feels it was when he made eye contact with them for the first time.
perhaps they stole his heart from the beginning.
breaking away from his thoughts, he looked at jeongin (who snuggled close to him) and sighed, a soft look of fondness exposed. he let wrapped an arm around him and placed his cheek against jeongin’s head, his free hand finding jeongin’s so that he could intertwine their fingers together.
“you’re being awfully sweet today,” jeongin commented.
“hm, maybe. i don’t know, i just.. i can’t explain it.”
“then don’t.” jeongin said as he rubbed his thumb across the top of seungmin’s hand. “anyways, what were you doing?”
“reading up on some history, nothing major or important. i just wanted to finally crack the book open, y’know?”
“well, are you done? i’m sleepy, i wanna nap.”
“yeah, i guess.” seungmin huffed quietly, removing his hand from jeongin’s so he could grab the book that he was probably never gonna pick up again. moving away from his boyfriend, he paused to press a kiss to his forehead. “go get felix, he’ll be mad if he gets left out of cuddles. i’m gonna go put this book back, okay?”
a nod of affirmation was given from the younger as he scurried to go fetch their other boyfriend. he knew that if they didn’t drag him along that he’d pout and grumpy later on. plus, after remembering everything they’ve gone through, he really just needed to see him. he couldn’t place his finger on it — wasn’t sure if he wanted to — but he knew that once his two boyfriends were safely in his bed, his arms around them as they slept, that the weird feeling in his chest would vanish.
so he placed the book back on the shelf (where it was going to likely be forgotten and left to collect dust forever) and left the room, turning off the light on his way out. when he reached their shared room, he opened the door to see felix and jeongin already on the bed and he paused to just take it in.
angels were quite known for their ethereal looks but there was something different about the way they looked, as if they surpassed everyone with their beauty without even having to try.
felix was gorgeous. with his gentleness, his adorable smile, his hair that looked like the blazing sun or a burning fire, his freckles that adorned his cheeks like constellations and were oh so kissable.. everything about him was stunning (and it definitely distracted from his bad humor and questionable habits).
jeongin was lovely. with his sassy attitude, his braces-filled grin, his his fox-like eyes that always seemed to be assessing everything in order to connive and scheme, his velvety hair, his pout paired with his puppy dog eyes that makes seungmin want to give him anything and everything he desires.. everything about him was remarkable (and it absolutely helped you think he was as innocent and naive as he looked).
walking over to them, he collapsed onto the bed in-between them, feeling both of them immediately shift to melt into seungmin’s sides. holding them close, he sighed happily and closed his eyes, allowing himself a nice nap to recharge.
“HAN JISUNG!! SEO CHANGBIN!! YOU’RE BOTH GOING TO FUCKING DIE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I SWEAR!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE??”
or maybe not.