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Minghao is absolutely a cynic. He knows this. He knows that he’s jaded and bitter, perhaps a little more than he probably should be, but that’s just who he is. He’s a realist. He doesn’t believe in love at first sight or destiny, not when the world is so big and life so variable.
Despite that, Minghao absolutely can’t deny the fact that this thing he has with his boyfriends–boyfriend plural, he still hasn’t quite been able to wrap his head around the idea of having not one but three–is something special.
The day after Junhui’s heat begins to wind down, Minghao wakes up to Mingyu shaking him awake, excitedly rambling over how cute Wonwoo and Junhui look curled up together. Wonwoo’s tucked up against the older omega’s side, fast asleep, pressing himself as close to Junhui as he can.
Normally, they’d keep them separate to avoid triggering Wonwoo’s own heat since they aren’t on the same cycle, but Wonwoo had insisted–and long story short, Mingyu and Minghao are much weaker to his demands than either of them would like to admit.
(“I don’t care if my heat starts early; I’m staying with him whether you like it or not. He’s my boyfriend too, and I’m not going to let you two push me around just because you’re alphas and you think you know what’s good for me. Got it?”)
“Look at them,” Mingyu’s saying, his eyes wide and full of adoration. “They’re so cute I’m going to die!”
Minghao rolls his eyes, a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue, but the words fall short once he really gets a good look at them. Junhui’s a mess, still riding out the last of his heat. His hair is damp with sweat, his skin glistening and flushed all the way down to his chest. There’s a cluster of bruises marking either side of his neck–claim marks, the more primitive side of Minghao gloats smugly. His are the ones on the right, neater and more precise. They go deeper than Mingyu’s, leaving behind impressions that Junhui’ll feel for at least the rest of the week.
(Never hard enough to cause any permanent damage or hurt Junhui too much though. Minghao would never. Not to Junhui, his darling baby. That’s the last thing any of them want to do)
But Mingyu’s right. Junhui and Wonwoo are cute. Much cuter than he and Mingyu could ever hope to be. Wonwoo’s got an arm slung possessively across Junhui’s waist, snuffling softly as he subconsciously noses at a spot behind Junhui’s ear. It’s not an uncommon for omegas to scent each other like this; they draw comfort from the gesture, the scent of the familiar pheromones more than enough to put each other at ease.
“I guess they’re kind of cute,” Minghao begrudgingly admits.
He lets out a yelp of surprise when Mingyu suddenly whips around to face him, grabbing onto his arm hard enough to hurt. “Oh my god, Myungho!”
“Ow!” Minghao hisses, wrenching his arm out of Mingyu’s grasp. “That hurts, you idiot!”
Mingyu ignores him because of course, he does. “Myungho, Wonwoo’s growling!” He sounds like he’s on the verge of tears. “Growling! On a scale of one to 10, how angry is he going to be if I record it and post it on my Instagram?”
“Do you want him to murder you?” Minghao snorts. “You know he hates it when you patronize him like that.”
Mingyu visibly deflates, but Minghao reassures him with a small grin. “It is really adorable though. He does it all the time when Junnie-hyung’s in heat. Look it.”
He scoots closer to Junhui, reaching his hand out just shy of brushing against the omega’s shoulder. Wonwoo reacts immediately, his brow furrowing and frown deepening as a quiet growl rumbles in his chest. He shifts them away from Minghao, pulling Junhui even closer than he already is.
Junhui whines, a cute little sound that has Minghao scrambling to clamp a hand over Mingyu’s mouth before he lets out an embarrassingly loud squeal. “Shhh! You’ll wake them up, Mingyu!”
“But they’re so precious!”
“God, did you hit your head or something? You’re being even weirder than usual, you know that?”
Even though Minghao puts up a good front, they both knows he’s just as charmed as Mingyu is. Wonwoo has always been overprotective, even before he and Junhui spent their first heat together. Minghao remembers the days Wonwoo would come over to his and Soonyoung’s shared apartment, pacing around the living room like a caged tiger during the time leading up to Junhui’s cycle, his moods volatile and increasingly more agitated with each passing hour.
It had been simultaneously incredibly endearing but also very frustrating. Wonwoo had adamantly refused to join Junhui’s heats, claiming that they weren’t ready and that he wanted Junhui to be sure that Wonwoo was the one he wanted. As if there were ever any other option. Even now, just thinking about it made Minghao want to laugh. Wonwoo had always been the one Junhui wanted; everyone knew it.
Minghao hadn’t really known either of them at the time, but he’d heard stories about how it had taken months for Soonyoung and his friend, Jihoon, to talk Wonwoo into actually talking to Junhui like an actual adult, but once it happened, it happened. If Wonwoo and Junhui had been attached at the hip before, they became practically inseparable after they started dating,
“What are you two staring at?” The sound of Wonwoo’s voice, drowsy and gruff from sleep, rouses Minghao from his thoughts.
“Don’t worry about it–“ Minghao says at the same time as Mingyu shamelessly blurts, “You and Junnie being adorable!”
Wonwoo yawns and crinkles his nose with disgust, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Gross. That’s lame, even for you, Gyu.”
“You love it!” Mingyu croons, leaning over to kiss Wonwoo. “You were growling in your sleep again, Wonu-yah. I know you’re a softie deep down.”
He laughs at the way Wonwoo’s cheeks turn pink and pushes him away, hiding his face in Junhui’s shoulder. “Am not. Don’t make up stories, Mingyu. I may be your boyfriend, but I’m still your hyung, you know. Show some respect.”
“Well, my Wonu-hyung is the cutest hyung in the whole world. Right, Myungho?”
Both Wonwoo and Mingyu turn to stare at Minghao expectantly, and Minghao feels a surge of affection well up in his chest. He smiles fondly before draping himself over Mingyu and giving Wonwoo a peck of his own,
“I don’t know, Gyu. Junnie-hyung might have Wonwoo-hyung beat.”
Mingyu goes to retaliate, but he shuts it when Junhui stirs in Wonwoo’s arms.
“That’s right, Haohao,” he mumbles sleepily, nuzzling his face into his pillow. “I am the cutest hyung here.” He doesn’t even bother opening his eyes, still on the cusp of falling back asleep. “And as the cutest hyung, I’d really like it if all my dongsaengs shut up and cuddle me so more.”
“I mean,” Mingyu begins, a wicked gleam in his eyes, “if that’s what you want, who are we to deny you?”
Minghao barely has enough time to roll himself off Mingyu before the older alpha’s throwing himself on top of their boyfriends and pressing wet open-mouthed kisses against their faces. Wonwoo swears loudly and tries to escape while Junhui whines and just takes it, swatting weakly at Mingyu’s side.
As for Minghao, well, he takes a second to commit the moment to memory. He takes in the fondness in Wonwoo’s eyes and Junhui’s giggling and the absolute glee on Mingyu’s face before he’s joining in on the fun.
“Myungho, you traitor! You were supposed to be on our side.”
“Sorry, I was just overcome by how much I love my hyungs.”
“Ugh, why are you suddenly so embarrassing–“
“Mmm, you’re so cute. I love you too, Haohao~”
“What about me? I’m your hyung too. Do you love me too?”
“Shush, of course I do. I love all three of you, dummy. Don’t be ridiculous.”