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Wooyoung is quick to notice that they have crossed some kind of threshold. And it means that Yeosang becomes somewhat of a regular sight in their apartment. Granted, he’s still mostly invited over by San, but it’s progress.
It leads to them talking a lot more. Like, actually talking, not sniping at each other every chance they get, even if the bickering doesn’t disappear entirely. However, Wooyoung notices that it has a different edge than it did before, and instead of pissing both of them off it actually gets some laughs out of them, and San has stopped giving them judgmental looks every time he witnesses it.
In any case, he figures out that Yeosang is, under his prickly shell - now that he thinks about it, he kind of reminds him of a hedgehog - a pretty sweet guy and that they actually have some mutual friends. Wooyoung also finds out that he’s pretty easy to talk to and that he gets easily embarrassed and tries to hide behind his hand every time that happens, even if the first place he blushes are his ears. It’s adorable and Wooyoung swears he’ll never get tired of pulling that reaction out of him.
Bottom line is, he’s cute and like all cute things, Wooyoung really wants to squish him a little. Well, maybe more than just a little.
He hasn’t done it yet, but one time managed to channel it into playfully biting Yeosang, making him squirm and whine adorably. Seeing that made something dance inside Wooyoung’s heart.
It reminds him of how he felt when he first met San and developed a crush on him. But it’s not the exact same either, Wooyoung would maybe describe it as two different but excellent flavors of ice cream. And he can imagine them blending together well.
He’s pretty sure that while San wouldn’t maybe describe it like that, he would agree with him. He has noticed the way he acts around Yeosang, the warm look he holds in his eyes, one that Wooyoung’s used to seeing directed at himself. When he realized it, he half-expected to feel a little jealous, but the emotion didn’t even really cross his mind. But then again, that has never really been his thing. He knows San loves him, he trusts him completely.
Besides, Wooyoung is getting more convinced day by day that he is hungry enough for two whole scoops of ice cream as well.
He finally brings it up one evening. After the horrible group project is finally wrapped up and he and Changbin have made sure that the credit only goes for the two of them, since they were the only ones to contribute. With that horrible heap of stress off his shoulders, Wooyoung happily curls against San’s side on their bed as they spend a quiet moment together, mindlessly scrolling through their social media feeds.
”Do you like him?”
Maybe he could have been a little more subtle about it, test the waters before diving in head first, but honestly, when has Wooyoung ever done that?
San pauses his scrolling. Wooyoung doesn’t see his face from the position they’re in, with his head pressed on San’s shoulder, but he can feel how he turns to look at him.
”... does that bother you?”
Wooyoung hates how small his voice suddenly sounds. Too insecure for his liking. San has his weak moments too. Even when he knows Wooyoung is 100% alright with something, he still has doubts at times. But he does acknowledge that they most of the time have no ground to stand on. Wooyoung is fairly sure San already knows he has no issue with the matter, but he just needs to hear it from him.
”Why would it? He’s cute”, he says, as if there’s nothing else to discuss. San lets out a funny-sounding breath, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff.
”Does that mean you like him too?” he asks, pressing his face on top of Wooyoung’s head. Wooyoung resists the urge to shake his head wildly just to tickle and annoy him.
”Do you want him here with us?”
”Do you?”
The answer is clear to both of them as they move to sit up, now looking each other in the eyes and confirming everything non-verbally.
Wooyoung is the first to break the silence again.
”So, what do we do now?”
San blinks, as if just now realizing that they have to actually take action if they want to achieve their new mutual goal.
”Try to let him know how we feel?” he offers, to which Wooyoung shakes his head, even if he does agree.
”And how do we do that? I mean you can just cuddle him the next time you guys watch dumb action movies together, but what do I do?” he waves his hands, as if illustrating the problem.
”You’re pretty affectionate in general, sooo...”
”I’m aware, and that’s why I need to make it special, so he gets the right idea!”
San chuckles.
”I don’t know, serenade him or something?”
Wooyoung falls silent, then he glances around the room. His eyes are quick to notice a particular object. It’s a large, pink cd player he has had since he was a child. He also knows that while he doesn’t really use it - who listens to cd’s anymore? - there is a BTS cd inside it. He’s not sure which one but it doesn’t matter.
”Wait, Wooyou-”
San realizes what he’s doing way too late.
They both hear the loud crash from the street level. Wooyoung checks twice that no one was standing anywhere near. He turns to look at his boyfriend, whose jaw has hit the floor.
”Now what?”
What he gets in return is a high-pitched scream.
”NOT LIKE THAT! ”
San
So um...
Wooyoung is an idiot
Yeosang
I am very aware of this
But is there something I should know?
San
... there’s a delivery on the street for his favorite hoarder prince
His words, not mine
Yeosang giggles quietly at the message. While San doesn’t explicitly say it, he’s obviously requesting that Yeosang goes and picks up whatever Wooyoung has thrown out this time and keeps it safe until one of them comes to get it back.
He feels like it has become a convenient excuse for them to see each other, even though at this point they hardly need one. Even with Wooyoung. But Yeosang does as he is asked, slips into his shoes, grabs his keys and runs outside to the street to see what’s waiting for him.
He’s not sure what he expected. Maybe another book, or that container full of food Wooyoung joked he would drop to feed Yeosang. That certainly would be ”a delivery”, he recalls San’s choice of words.
However, he does not expect a big pink cd player that is now certainly defunct after a three-story fall.
Yeosang remembers Wooyoung rejoicing just a day or two ago that his bitch of a group project is almost done now. Guess he had one more breakdown to finish it off.
The player looks heavy and very, very broken. There’s no way Wooyoung wants it back. But Yeosang still checks to see if there is anything inside it. Why does he even have this? Who uses cds anymore?
He does, however, find a BTS album that he himself doesn’t own inside.
Finders keepers, he’s said that to Wooyoung a hundred times by now. He picks up the cd and leaves the player to the ground.
Three stories up, Wooyoung wails dramatically.
”He only stole the cd, not the player!”
San rolls his eyes.
”What did you think was going to happen? And now we’re a player down.”
Not that they were really using it, but it is... was, a nice room decoration.
They need to come up with something else. Preferably, something less prone to breaking if and when dropped from this height.
”Does Wooyoung need to... talk to someone?”
”Hm?” San steers his attention away from the action film to Yeosang sitting beside him, nearly in his lap.
”What do you mean?”
”Like, an anger management guru or something. You two don’t have anything unbroken in your place soon”, Yeosang shrugs, tugging the sleeves of the dark purple cardigan he’s wearing. San chuckles and picks up his phone.
”Don’t worry about that. He’s gradually moving to stuff that won’t break, after that stunt with the cd player”, he claims, opening the camera app and lining his phone up for a good selfie angle, while somehow managing to look nonchalant. Yeosang frowns.
”What was that about, anyway? Him venting about the project?” he questions and nearly flinches at the flash.
”And what are you doing?”
”Oh, he just texted me and asked what I’m doing.”
Yeosang would love to doubt it, but he does see San open his messages and text the picture he just took of the two of them to Wooyoung.
”He was devastated that you didn’t pick up the player, by the way”, San hums. Yeosang responds with a huff.
”I took his cd, he should be grateful”, he grumbles.
”Who even listens to those anymore?”
”Fair enough”, San shrugs and his phone buzzes.
”He says your outfit is cute.”
Yeosang briefly glances at what he’s wearing. It’s nothing special, a t-shirt, jeans and the purple cardigan Wooyoung threw out yesterday and he picked up. It’s a very comfortable cardigan, with a vaguely familiar scent clinging to it but Yeosang can’t quite place it.
They return to watching the movie in silence, but at some point Yeosang notices that San’s right hand has somehow ended up on his head, gently petting his hair. He decides to not question it, choosing to enjoy the surprising but not at all unwelcome touch. It’s in fact very relaxing, Yeosang feels himself almost melt into the couch next to San.
He has noticed both Wooyoung and San are very comfortable and quite liberal with physical affection. With each other, obviously, but also with him. Although he still suspects that Wooyoung only kissed him on the cheek that one time in the laundry room last week to rile him up.
Yeosang doesn’t mind the touches at all, in fact he quite likes the cuddles he gets, but he’s hesitant to initiate anything himself. How much is too much? Where are the limits? What actions are boyfriend-only zone that he’s not allowed in because he’s only a friend?
The scalp massage and leaning on San are okay, at least. He decides that and relaxes again, leaning on the other a bit more. He hears him hum quietly.
”Wooyoung likes it when I do this. He says it’s relaxing.”
And Wooyoung is absolutely correct, Yeosang thinks as he tries to focus on the movie and ignore his quickened heartbeat when he can swear he feels San’s lips ghosting the top of his head as well.
His face feels hot.
The movie ends around 45 minutes later and San slowly gets up to leave. It proves surprisingly difficult, as they have managed to blend in almost seamlessly with the couch, while also getting more attached to each other. Yeosang feels almost sleepy as he reluctantly lets go. He goes on to take off the cardigan - it is not his, after all - but San stops him by raising his hand.
”You can keep it”, he says.
Yeosang frowns.
”You sure? Wooyoung doesn’t want it back?” he questions, but San only smiles back as he stands up.
”I’m sure. That one is mine.”
Yeosang is left to stare after San, his mouth wide open as the other smiles at him and leaves, promising to make it tomorrow for their study date at the library.
... no wonder the scent was familiar. It must be San’s body spray and he has been inhaling it the whole evening.
Yeosang is convinced something has shifted.
It’s not like both San and Wooyoung weren’t affectionate with him before... but now it seems that they have turned the dial up to eleven. It’s rare when they hang out that he’s free from either of them hugging him from the side or even playing with his hair (or in Wooyoung’s case, doing his best to mess it up) or giving sneaky almost-there kisses on his temples or cheeks.
Not to mention that while before he mostly hung out with them separately, first because he was really only friends with San, and later, after warming up to Wooyoung they spent a lot of time together to bond more, now they usually insist that it will be the three of them. Yeosang was originally a little concerned, feeling he might be third wheeling and intruding in their space, but the other two stayed insistent. And as Yeosang sits in their apartment, having dinner with them, cooked by Wooyoung of course, he can, to his relief, say that all his worries have been for nothing. Because while the two are certainly not dialing back any of their PDA, they’re also showering Yeosang with attention any chance they get, making sure he’s included.
At one point he’s even sure that San looks at him with almost the exact same loving eyes he does Wooyoung, and that Wooyoung touches his arm like he does to San when he leans in for a quick kiss.
He has accepted at this point that he does have feelings that go beyond friendship towards the both of them, but can’t quite bring himself to make any assumptions on whether or not they’re reciprocated. But with every moment spent with Wooyoung and San, he allows himself to hope a little more.
Their acts feel... deliberate. Like something is being communicated, but it’s done in a language Yeosang doesn’t quite yet understand. But he’s learning.
And he can’t help but feel proud, even a little smug when he catches Wooyoung off guard by quickly pecking him on the cheek when the other serves him dessert. It makes him crack a grin at how Wooyoung’s whole face flushes deep red. San giggles on the other side of the table.
”He’s learning”, he quips before picking up his glass and giving Yeosang an approving nod. Wooyoung pouts excessively even when he sits down.
”I will have my revenge”, he vows, picking up his dessert spoon and threatening Yeosang with it.
Yeosang has no doubt that he will.
The more May advances, the warmer it gets, and the more clothes Yeosang keeps finding from the usual spot.
It’s not like clothes have been a rarity in the past. There was the sweatshirt that was crucial in the development of their relationship, in a way. There have been others, too, like San’s purple cardigan that Yeosang still hasn’t returned... mostly because every time he tries, San refuses to take it back.
But he can’t help but notice that lately Wooyoung has been throwing more clothes than anything else. One would think they have started playing strip poker every day. It would be a good theory, if it weren’t for the fact that there are never any socks (thankfully) and that all the clothes are clean, like pulled out straight from the closet just for the sake of chucking them out of the window.
It must be done on purpose, Yeosang realizes as he picks up a pair of black sweatpants from the usual spot when he returns from the corner store. Wooyoung is doing this on purpose. And San must be in on it too, or Wooyoung is being especially sneaky.
Because Yeosang is certain that the clothes he finds belong to both of them.
The sweatpants are obviously Wooyoung’s, he can tell from the waistline, because the cord in the pants has not been pulled as tight as physically possible. Yeosang has noticed that San is never not wearing a belt or making otherwise sure that his pants won’t start falling. Tiny waist and no cake, Yeosang remembers Wooyoung affectionately summarizing, and he giggles quietly to himself.
He already has what can be called a tiny collection of shirts from them too. There’s definitely some from both of the guys, from some he can even tell which belongs to whom. Wooyoung likes wearing oversized shirts a lot, so those are his, while San’s are usually a little more form-fitting. Usually. He feels like the two might swap shirts a lot.
Honestly, the easiest way to distinguish what clothing item belongs to whom is by scent. At this point, Yeosang is so familiar with the perfume Wooyoung wears and the body spray San uses that if he wasn’t as close with them as he is and they weren’t in this weird almost-courtship situation, he would think it’s a little creepy.
He has barely gotten inside his apartment when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out to see Wooyoung asking him to join for some errand runs tomorrow, knowing they both don’t have classes that day.
The pants were definitely carefully planted on his way.
So Yeosang does exactly as is expected of him the next day, when Wooyoung shows up on his doorstep to pick him up.
Yeosang can feel the other look at him from head to toe. He’s wearing the sweatpants, along with one of San’s hoodies, a green one that’s made of lighter material than most, making it optimal for the warming weather. Eventually, their eyes meet and Wooyoung gives him a satisfied smirk.
”What?” Yeosang tilts his head, pretending nothing unusual is taking place.
”Wearing us suits you”, Wooyoung states and the way he says it doesn’t escape Yeosang. Combined with the gaze, he almost feels like he has become a marked territory.
”You should do it more.”
And he doesn’t mind that at all. Yeosang chuckles.
”I already have like half of your wardrobe at my place”, he states as they exit the building.
”So I guess I have no choice but to wear them, since you refuse to come pick them up.”
”Good”, Wooyoung nods and grabs his hand.
”Now let’s go before that annoying teacher decides to leave his office early. We’ll get coffee on the way back or something.”
They walk towards the bus stop and Yeosang’s heart does a tiny leap when he notes that Wooyoung never lets go of his hand.
”You have something important to say.”
”What gave it away?”
”The fact that you never call”, Jongho chuckles.
”And ask to meet quickly.”
Yeosang can’t really deny that. But he needs someone else’s opinion right now, other than his own. And while he debated for a long time between Seonghwa and Jongho, he ultimately decided to go for the latter. The risks of getting clowned are much higher but Yeosang knows that Seonghwa can’t keep his mouth shut, and he doesn’t want Hongjoong or San - especially San - to know anything yet.
So that’s why he’s sitting at a cafe with Jongho and drinking his overpriced latte, while trying to find a way to translate his thoughts into words.
”You have to promise not to make fun of me”, he starts, and immediately regrets when Jongho gives him the most knowing look in the history of knowing looks.
”You know I’m going to make fun of you”, he states.
”But if you stop stalling and just tell me what’s going on, I’ll be less of a dick about it.”
What a merciful act, Yeosang huffs quietly, sinking into his chair. But Jongho has a point, no point trying to prolong the conversation. He needs advice.
”I think I like them”, he says, borderline whispers, but he knows Jongho heard him, because his face lights up to the most punchable grin.
”Try again”, he says, sipping his iced americano. Yeosang resists the urge to throw a spoon at him.
”I like them. Happy?” he almost snaps. Jongho nods.
”Very. I’m very happy that you finally have realized what I called months ago”, he replies.
”You mean a few weeks ago?”
”It was in April, it’s June.”
”Time is a social construct”, Yeosang mumbles, taking another sip of his coffee. Jongho shakes his head, laughing soundlessly. This was a bad idea. But talking to Seonghwa would be an even worse idea.
”But, you finally stopped being dumb and now you know you like them. Do they like you back?” Jongho continues after catching his breath. Yeosang stares at his latte like he expects it to answer for him.
”I think they do?” he slowly replies.
”They haven’t said anything, but...”
He glances at the light yellow t-shirt he’s wearing, it’s one of Wooyoung’s oversized ones. The color is honestly not his favorite, but it was the first one within reach in the morning.
”But?” Jongho repeats expectantly, and Yeosang once again swallows down the urge to throw something at him. It must be Wooyoung’s impulses rubbing off on him.
... oh god, this is serious.
”I mean I’m wearing their clothes more than my own these days...” he confesses, and grimaces at the loud snort his friend lets out.
”So you’ve moved from friends to benefits?”
”No! Wooyoung throws them out of the window!”
”... and you wear them as is?”
”They’re clean!”
”Mhm, whatever you say”, Jongho grins.
”Anything else they do?”
”... insist that I hang out with them, cuddle me a lot and all that?” Yeosang offers.
”I mean, I feel like they like me back, but it’s not the easiest to tell, you know how they are.”
”Way too skinship-obsessed, I am aware”, Jongho nods.
”Anyway, more importantly, what are you going to do?”
Yeosang blinks.
”Do I have to do anything?” he asks warily. Jongho takes another sip of coffee, shaking the cup a little and making the ice rattle inside it.
”I mean you can sit in a state of uncertainty and wait for them to confess to you... or you could assert dominance and do it first.”
Yeosang snorts and cringes right after at how ugly it sounds.
”I need to assert dominance?” he asks, and Jongho shrugs.
”I mean that’s what I would do.”
”And you’re a terrible example.”
”Rude. I’m helping you here.”
”You’re distinctly not helping.”
”I literally just told you what to do”, Jongho points out.
”You’re already 89% sure that it’s all mutual. Those are good odds.”
He has a point, but Yeosang refuses to admit it out loud, choosing to stuff his mouth full of coffee and milk foam instead.
How does one even confess their feelings?
Is it a cop-out to write a note? Texting is not a good idea, obviously, that’s just kinda tacky. And Yeosang does not want to say it on the phone, of course, but he doesn’t quite trust himself saying it to their faces either.
Which means that he might have to get creative.
But he doesn’t want to make it too grandiose. One, because that is not his style at all and he has even less courage to arrange anything like that, and two, it would feel a little disingenuous.
Something simple that makes the message very clear, but not too bare bones. Yeosang wouldn’t call himself much of a romantic, but he has noticed that San and Wooyoung seem to be. So he can make an effort, at least a little.
The problem is, he has no idea what to do.
Jongho is not going to be much of help, that he knows. The little shit doesn’t know anything about romance, and besides, he hasn’t even asked his own crush out yet. Yeosang has no idea who that even is, Jongho is too good at hiding it, but he swears he will find out eventually and lord it over him. Seonghwa would be a better option in the sense that he’s the mushiest romantic Yeosang knows. And there aren’t really any other options.
So, in his desperation, Yeosang actually ends up asking Seonghwa for help. After threatening to set his romance novel collection on fire if he tells a soul. Seonghwa balks at the threats but agrees in the same breath. Yeosang silences all the smug remarks about being right with a glare and a reach for the lighter Seonghwa keeps next to the scented candles in his living room.
”So you’re really not going to tell them in person?” Seonghwa asks. Yeosang shrugs, looking away.
”I don’t know? I feel like it would be easier not to... so they don’t need to give an immediate answer, you know?” he explains.
”And you don’t need to squirm in the spot”, the other hums, causing him to pout.
”... yeah”, he admits eventually.
”But just leaving them a note feels kinda stupid.”
Seonghwa nods sagely as he leans back in his bean bag chair, in deep thought. It’s at that moment when Yeosang hears a bedroom door open, and soon enough, Hongjoong walks into the living room as well. He seems to be in his own world too, not even realizing Yeosang and Seonghwa are there until Yeosang verbally greets him. It causes Hongjoong to almost throw his phone.
”Oh, hi”, he nods and even smiles, a gesture Yeosang returns. While he’s primarily Seonghwa’s friend, Seonghwa and Hongjoong come as a package deal, and he’s very fond of the man. In fact, he would probably be able to give even better advice, given that he and Yeosang are a bit more alike personality wise.
It seems Seonghwa thinks the same, since not a minute later he’s already explaining the situation to his boyfriend (Yeosang’s tiny protest notwithstanding) and asking for his opinion. Hongjoong listens patiently, and eyes Yeosang the whole time.
”Have you considered a gift?” he asks.
”Leaving something with a note, you know? So it can seem a little more thoughtful.”
Yeosang has not, in fact, considered that but the way Hongjoong says it without having to think for even ten seconds, he really should have.
It honestly sounds like a solid idea. Except...
”What do I give them?”
”It doesn’t have to be anything big”, Seonghwa states.
”Flowers, food, something in between. Those two aren’t that hard to please.”
They make it sound so simple. Maybe it is that simple. Yeosang runs a hand through his hair.
”Okay. A gift with a note...” he says quietly. It sounds like a good compromise, something he can pull off while also being at least a little romantic.
Hongjoong gives him an encouraging smile.
”Great. Do we have any plans for your birthday, by the way?” he asks as he leaves for the kitchen.
”Not that I know of. But you know I don’t want anything big”, Yeosang shrugs. Seonghwa claps his hands.
”So dinner and movies it is?” he says, smiling knowingly.
”It’ll be us, Jongho, I think we can invite Yunho and Mingi as well? And San and Wooyoung of course.”
Yeosang nods.
If everything goes well, that is, and he doesn’t mess up a confession right before his birthday.
But while he is a little terrified, he allows himself to feel optimistic about it as well.
Maybe it’s a little risky to do it just before his birthday, but Yeosang feels like he is ready, and if he doesn’t do it now, he’s going to chicken out for at least three months.
It’s almost midnight, too, but he knows the two are almost, if not more nocturnal than he is, so that shouldn’t be an issue.
It took him a while to come up with the right gift to pair with his confession, but in the end Yeosang decided on a small jar of pink, flower-shaped candies and two roses, one for each. There is a note attached on both flowers, as it feels fitting to give them both one, even if they contain the same message. Overall, Yeosang feels that it’s romantic enough, and a good way to make his feelings known.
He’s still scared but at the same time almost excited.
As the clock strikes midnight, he gets ready to get up and go plant his gift to the right place, but he’s interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. There’s a new message in his groupchat with Wooyoung and San, that the former insisted on creating.
San
Three guesses what I’m about to say :)
Yeosang
Wooyoung what did you throw out now
Wooyoung
Why you bully me :(
San
And he has the right answer!
Can you please go pick up the delivery? I know it’s late buut
Yeosang
Sure, gimme a minute
This is actually good. He can go pick up whatever Wooyoung has thrown out this time, and go plant his gift there like he planned. Then he will text the two and inform them that they have something to pick up as well.
Maybe it’s a bit mean to make them run up and down the stairs in the middle of the night, but on the other hand there will be no one else outside, so there’s no fear that someone else suddenly swoops in and steals his gifts and confession notes. Yeosang carefully picks up the candy jar and the roses, pockets his keys and slips into his shoes.
He gets to the street in only a minute.
Only to see that there is nothing lying there and waiting for him.
That’s curious. Did someone manage to snatch whatever Wooyoung threw out? Yeosang walks to the spot where that thing usually would be, and lays down his gifts, making sure the roses lean against the wall neatly.
Something hits him in the head. Or rather, drops on him.
Thankfully, it is something very light, but Yeosang startles regardless, rubbing his head and turning to look.
It’s a crumpled paper. He looks up to see that the familiar window is open, but there is no one in sight.
What’s happening?
He picks up the paper and carefully opens it, and when he reads it, it makes his eyes go wide.
2 + 1 = 3?
Do you accept our feelings?
<3
W & S
Yeosang looks up again. And this time, he sees both Wooyoung and San peeking out of the window, their eyes glued on him. He bites his lip.
Well, looks like they beat him to it.
He glances at his gifts, then back up.
”Um, I got something for you here as well”, he says.
While it’s hard to see from down where he stands, he can still tell that both of them have been wearing tense expressions that melt into soft smiles right when he opens his mouth.
”Can we ask you to bring them up here?” San asks.
”And maybe then we can hear your answer?” Wooyoung adds.
Yeosang rolls his eyes but goes on to pick the roses and the jar back up.
”Be there when the elevator gets there”, he chuckles and heads back to the door.
And he’s pretty sure they already know what he’s going to answer.
Even if they do - and of course they do - they still practically melt into puddles when Yeosang hands them both a rose and he gets basically dragged into their apartment. Not that he’s complaining at all.
Wooyoung does complain. Jokingly, but does anyway.
”Why are you giving us these? It’s your birthday!” he huffs as he grabs Yeosang into a tight embrace that almost knocks the air out of him. Yeosang manages a tiny chuckle.
”Because I wanted to make it at least a little romantic?” he offers.
”You’re so cute”, San coos, joining them as they maneuver themselves to the couch.
”And I haven't gone to sleep yet so I don’t count it being my birthday yet”, Yeosang points out as he gets squeezed between the two.
”Oh no, I guess you’re not getting any birthday kisses then”, San teases and they all gasp dramatically.
”Oh, what a tragedy.”
”It’s horrible. Now we have to settle for regular non-birthday kisses”, Wooyoung wails and draws Yeosang closer.
Yeosang doesn’t complain at all. Regular non-birthday kisses taste just as good, and he gets a double amount, since there are two people he gets them from.