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“So you’re telling me that the entire reason that we met you is because you were too shy to wear your glasses?”
Jeno pouts, wishing that he had hands to hide his face with- but that’s a little hard at the moment as he’s lying on his back, one hand buried in Renjun’s hair, the other tucked cozily underneath the hem of his sweatshirt. He can feel the way that Renjun trembles a little every time that he brushes his thumb along the small of Renjun’s back, so he’s far too comfortable to even think about moving right now. “Don’t make fun of me.”
Renjun’s resting half on top of him, relaxed as they are on the couch. Neither of them are paying attention to what’s playing on the television- it’s some movie of Donghyuck’s choice, in English now that he’s decided he wants to take studying seriously- and Renjun’s full attention is on Jeno as he delicately cradles his face. “You felt self-conscious about them?”
Felt doesn’t feel like the appropriate tense. Jeno wrinkles his nose, the weight of the glasses on his face still strange. Even now, he hardly ever wears them; they only make an appearance when it's late, he's tired, or when his eyes are sore. He can count on one hand how many times anyone other than Donghyuck has seen them. “I dunno. I just feel like I look stupid in them.”
The look that Renjun gives him is incredulous. “Donghyuck looked stupid when he decided that it was a good idea to jump into that outdoor fountain after we went to the bar last week and he got soaked and we all had to take turns cuddling him when he got sick. Jaemin looked stupid when he got talked into buying that pink velvet tracksuit from the mall and then insisted on wearing it to the gym.” Renjun pinches Jeno’s cheek affectionately. “Baby, you look so, so cute in your glasses.”
It doesn’t seem to matter that Jeno’s heard that before, or even that he hears it pretty often from one of his three boyfriends; he still blushes and averts his gaze. “I do not,” he argues feebly, voice small and quiet.
You can always count on Renjun to rise to a challenge.
“So cute,” Renjun says, cupping Jeno’s cheek with the palm of his hand, pushing his weight up so that he can press a kiss to the tip of Jeno’s nose. “So good,” he says, kissing his cheek next, “so sweet, and adorable, and cute.”
With each word he presses another kiss to Jeno’s face- his forehead, his jawline, the corner of his mouth. It leaves Jeno smiling, feeling all soft and gooey and sticky-sweet.
He tightens his grip around Renjun, hugging him more properly. “You think so?”
“I know it.” Renjun props himself up on his elbows so that he can lean down enough to press the barest of a kiss to Jeno’s lips.
(Even though they’ve been doing this for a while, giving and exchanging kisses, it still feels new and exciting and tingly every time that they do it. Jeno’s already addicted.)
A loud cough from the doorway has Renjun pulling back, looking past Jeno with a lazy smile. “Did you need something?” Renjun asks, settling again on top of Jeno.
“Um, hello? Renjun? You’re supposed to be here to hang out with me.” Donghyuck pouts from where he’s leaning against the arched doorway, looking far too soft and huggable in a sweater two sizes too big. “Remember?”
“Sorry Hyuck, but I couldn’t just leave Jeno here by himself.” Renjun sits up a little, smiling at Jeno’s whine of protest when both of his hands are forced to slide down to Renjun’s waist. “You know.”
“It’s a good thing I came along too then, hm?” Jaemin pokes his head out from where he and Donghyuck have been in the kitchen making food to press a kiss to Donghyuck’s cheek.
Initially Jeno was supposed to have soccer practice and Jaemin was supposed to meet up with Jungwoo for drinks, but poor weather had them cancel their plans and take refuge in Jeno and Donghyuck’s apartment, cuddled up beneath all the blankets Donghyuck’s collected.
They’ve been dating officially now for two months, which feels both like an eternity and also a blink of the eye. Jeno’s sure he’s never felt more complete; Renjun and Jaemin balance them out in ways that he didn’t even know that they needed.
Jaemin walks over to press a kiss to Renjun’s forehead, and then Jeno’s. At his prodding Jeno sits up, letting him readjust the blankets so that he can climb on the couch and nestle himself in between Renjun and Jeno. “About an hour until the food’s done, okay?”
(It didn’t take long for Jeno to see how much Jaemin likes being cuddled. It took him even less time to completely indulge him with it- yes, Donghyuck might tease him for how whipped he is, but it’s totally worth it when this is his reward.)
Jeno wraps his arms snugly around Jaemin’s middle, settling his chin on the top of his head. “Thanks, baby.”
(Oh, Jaemin also loves pet names. It took a bit to get over the initial embarrassment of saying them, but it’s a small price to pay to make Jaemin feel good.)
Renjun runs his fingers through Jaemin’s hair, guiding him to turn towards Jeno. “Baby, what do you think of Jeno’s glasses?”
“Jen’s glasses?” Jaemin looks properly and Jeno can’t hold back the little demon of insecurity that nips at his ankles when he feels both of them looking at him. They’re really not fair- Jaemin with his gorgeous smile and Renjun with his bright eyes, looking at him, quite frankly, like they’re not both prettier than Jeno is equipped to handle.
(He’d hoped that being pulled along by Donghyuck for years would have given him some sort of edge when it came to dealing with pretty boys, but no. He’s still just as weak to him as he was the first day they met. Jaemin and Renjun are no exception.)
“He looks handsome in them,” Jaemin starts, reaching out to adjust Jeno’s glasses. “Handsome and so cute. I wish he’d wear them more, honestly.”
Renjun smiles triumphantly, propping himself up to rest his chin on top of Jaemin’s head. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”
Donghyuck- the king of good timing- pops back into the room carrying a few bottles of soda. “Oh, did Jeno finally tell you the story?”
“The story?” Jaemin looks from Jeno to Renjun, lips curled into a smile when he sees Jeno’s stricken expression.
“No, we are not telling it again. It’s too embarrassing.” Jeno whines, laughing when Donghyuck wraps his arms around his middle to keep him from hiding.
(He knows him way too well.)
“Fine, but you’re telling me the details later,” Jaemin says, cuddling up to Jeno’s chest. His weight is warm and more than welcome, the scent of his cologne growing more familiar by the day. “Don’t forget, okay?”
Jeno sighs. “You know, it’s all Donghyuck’s fault,” he says, looking over as Donghyuck slides into the spot next to Jeno, shoving him a little bit so that he can fit between the armrest of the couch and Jeno’s back. There really isn’t enough room for four boys on this couch, but they make it work. “If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have all gotten sick after that snowball fight.”
“You’re welcome,” Donghyuck scoffs, kicking Jeno unceremoniously in the shin. “Have some gratitude to the person who literally found our soulmates.”
“Oh my god.” Renjun covers his face with one hand to hide his smile. He gets shy so easily- he can be the brightest and sassiest boy on the planet, but casual displays of domesticity always fluster him. “You are so fucking embarassing.”
“Yes, and you love it,” Jaemin teases, reaching over to pull Renjun’s hand away from his face and thread their fingers together instead. Jeno watches as he presses a kiss to each of Renjun’s knuckles, one after the other, smile growing as Renjun’s flush deepens with each one.
Donghyuck shows mercy, reaching over to flick Jaemin on the forehead. “Let him breathe, Nana. He’s staying with me tonight, and I need him alive so that I can be the little spoon.
“I am?” Renjun blinks, a little surprised, which, fair. They do a lot of cuddling, some kissing and tons of chaotic dates, but this- it’s new.
New, but good.
“Yeah.” Donghyuck chews on his lower lip, uncharacteristically nervous. “If you want to, that is?”
Renjun’s quick to nod. “Yeah. Yeah. I do.”
Maybe it’s weird, that Jeno doesn’t feel any jealousy watching them be affectionate with one another. He doesn’t mind how wrapped up they are in each other, feels warm and content when Donghyuck leans over him to kiss Renjun. He laughs when Jaemin steals a kiss too, before Donghyuck settles back behind Jeno, clinging to his back like a koala, the way that he always does when he’s feeling really affectionate.
“Can I stay with you, Jeno?” Jaemin asks, tucking himself more properly against Jeno’s chest. Jaemin cuddles like he does everything in life- full to the brim with emotion, so honestly and authentically that Jeno can feel how much he cares; how much he puts into this.
“Jeno’s a blanket hog,” Donghyuck cuts in, cheek pressed to Jeno’s shoulder. He giggles as Jeno jostles him with his shoulder. “But he loves being snuggled, okay? Hold him real tight. He really likes that. And if you really want to impress him-”
“I think we should watch a movie now!” Jeno covers Donghyuck’s mouth with one hand. “ And if Hyuck doesn’t stop talking soon, it’s going to be The Shining!”
“Jeno!” Donghyuck squeezes him tight as soon as he’s freed. “Fine, fine!” And then closer, softer, gentler, when Jaemin and Renjun have started bickering about whether they prefer Shrek 1 or Shrek 2, he whispers, “I love you, Jen.”
Really- Jeno’s kind of the luckiest guy on the planet.
“Love you too,” he whispers, leaning back to press a kiss to Donghyuck’s lips.
“Jaemin, you’re lucky I love you. I think you’re the only person alive who prefers Shrek 1. Hello? There’s no Puss in Boots?” Renjun scoffs, but it turns into a laugh when Jaemin tugs him into a kiss, hard and meaningful.
Scratch that- no kind of. He’s definitely the luckiest guy on the planet.
And he'll make sure that Donghyuck, Jaemin and Renjun know he appreciates every minute of it.