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“Yu! Get back here!” Kit hears drift down the hallway from the bedroom to the kitchen. Ever since they had moved into a larger space that more appropriately accommodated all three of their individual needs, it’s been easier to find the privacy needed to get his work done. That is, when his boyfriends aren’t acting like absolute children.
Yu scurries into the room, seeking refuge behind Kit’s chair. ‘Two against one is harder to deny’ is something he’s heard Yu say often (typically followed by ‘especially when the two are so cute’), and it’s the obvious tactic he’s chosen to use against a disgruntled Mark.
Following after him, he stops at the opposite end of the table, single hand raised palm side up. “Yu,” he says. “Come on, give it to me.”
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” he says, feigning innocence as he ducks further behind Kit. Twisting in his chair to get a better idea of the conflict, he sees Yu’s hands behind his back, clearly hiding something that he doesn’t want Mark to find. “It’s probably buried in the back of one of your drawers. You should really organize those; they’re a mess.”
Advancing forward, he catches up to Yu before he can dart away. Held in place by a hand around his upper arm, he squirms in Mark’s grip, struggling to escape while spilling out even more excuses. “Mark, I promise I didn’t steal your hoodie – hey, give it back!”
From behind Yu’s back, Mark pulls out a pale grey hoodie, the black lettering spattered across the chest spelling out the name of their university. By the length of the sleeves, Kit can tell which of his boyfriend’s it belongs to, and it most definitely isn’t his smallest. That alone gives him enough context to piece the situation together.
Finding Yu in either of their clothing isn’t unusual. It’s something he does often, picking a shirt off the top of the laundry pile and slipping it on, regardless of who it belongs to. While tame enough, he decided at one point it wasn’t enough.
And thus, the hoarding began. More than once, Kit had thought he misplaced a sweatshirt, only to stumble upon it a few days later wrapped around Yu as he napped on the couch. It’s a sweet little quirk that Kit has grown fond of. Mark, however, doesn’t seem to share the sentiment.
Perhaps it has something to do with their long history as best friends. That’s always made their dynamic different than the ones between either of them and him. Years of bickering doesn’t suddenly stop when romantic feelings are thrown into the mix. Though, he supposes, it does change the subjects of said bickering to things such as sweatshirt hoarding.
“I’m not sure why you’re so upset,” Kit finally interjects, putting himself in the middle of them. “Yu stealing our clothes isn’t new. Pretty sure the only reason he got me that sweater for my birthday was so he could take it.”
Two arms wrapping around his neck from behind, Yu’s cheek nuzzles against his in silent, physical praise. From the corner of his eye, he can see him pursing his bottom lip up at Mark, undeniable as ever.
“See? P’Kit doesn’t have a problem with me wearing his clothes,” he says. He’s in no way pitting them against each other or attempting to make a point of which boyfriend he considers superior that day. No such competition exists between the three of them; otherwise, the relationship as a whole wouldn’t work. Instead, this is Yu pulling his cute card, trying to get his way while simultaneously being a brat.
“I don’t care if you wear my clothes,” he says. “I care that you hide them so that we can’t find them. Just ask, you baby; it’s not like I’d say no.” Looking down at the subject of their argument, he fists the sweatshirt and holds it out towards him. “Why did you want this one anyway? You got the same one at the freshmen welcome event last year.”
Ducking his head against Kit’s shoulder, he buries his mouth into the fabric of his shirt as he mumbles, “They’re different. That one is yours.”
In a matter of seconds, any gripe Mark had with him wipes away to reveal his usual, stupidly fond smile. Kit can see him physically melt as he steps around the table to pull Yu off of him and into his arms. Nosing his way up the length of his jaw, he leaves kisses along his way as he murmurs, “You’re too cute for your own good, you know that? Why didn’t you just say so? You can have all of my sweatshirts.”
Yu giggles, and that’s a clear sign that everything in the world is right again. With a shake of his head and a sigh that holds more affection than he’d ever dare admit, he pulls his laptop back towards him, typing away to the sounds of sweet nothings being pressed into skin and lips finding their way to just the right places. Adorable as the two of them are, they’re still idiots. But they’re his, and that’s just the way he likes it.