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Felix heaves a sigh of relief as he reaches the door, key already in his hand to fumble to unlock it. Swinging it open, he can’t help but smile at the sight that awaits him - his boyfriends cuddled up cosily together on Chan’s bed. They’re both already looking towards him, presumably having heard the door being unlocked, with matching fond grins on their faces. Felix mirrors the smile as he hurriedly drops his bag on the floor, shoves off his shoes and almost runs to them.
“Hi Lixie,” Chan grins. “What’s the rush, huh?”
Felix sighs dramatically as he crawls up the bed, easily fitting between them where they’ve made room just for him. “I missed you, hyungs,” he whines, earning a giggle from Minho.
“We missed you too, sweetheart,” he says as Felix settles down at last, with his back resting half against Minho’s chest and half on the bed. He tucks his head under Chan’s chin with a contented hum, feeling both of their arms drape over him. Minho presses a kiss to the top of Felix’s head and Felix happily passes it on, tilting his head up to reach Chan’s neck.
“How was your day?” Minho continues.
Felix scrunches his nose, pushing his face into the solid chest in front of him. The action seems to prompt Chan to place a gentle hand on Felix’s stomach, so his words are much less bitter than they might’ve been otherwise when he replies, “boring. I hate Divination. Let’s talk about something else.”
Minho snorts. “Fair enough.”
“Let’s talk about how pretty you look, then,” Chan suggests, and Felix can just hear the teasing smirk he must be wearing.
He whines, and Minho giggles behind him.
“You can’t complain! You’re our pretty boy, hm?” Minho’s nuzzling into the back of Felix’s head as he speaks, and Chan’s smiling at him like that, and Felix might just die. “The blue’s so cute on you.”
Their hands have been all tangled together between Felix and Chan, with Minho’s arm pressing Felix lightly back against him.
Now, Chan’s hand leaves the tangle tucked under Felix’s chin, and moves down to fiddle with the hem of the sky-blue tennis skirt Felix is wearing.
“Pretty Felix,” Chan whispers.
Felix shifts. “What happened to Minho hyung being the pretty one?” he tries, somewhat desperately.
Chan just grins cheerfully and easily says, “he is unbelievably pretty, just like you, but also unbelievably hard to tease.”
A smug hum sends vibrates through Felix’s back. “You, on the other hand, are beautifully shy when you want to be, kitten.”
Felix screams in his head. “And when I don’t want to be,” he mutters sulkily, but thinks the effect might have been lost somewhat from his burying his face in his hands. His body is lightly shaken with their chuckles
A hand runs gently through his hair, and Felix exhales at the feeling. The pout slips off his lips to be replaced with a blissful smile, which he turns up to Chan. He gets a fond grin in return before he leans in to peck Chan’s lips, pulling back immediately with a giggle. He shuffles in their arms until he can twist his neck to do the same to Minho - only the sneaky boy obviously sees this coming, and when Felix tries to move back again, a hand behind his neck keeps him there, bringing a gasp out of his mouth. The kiss is chaste nonetheless, both boys smiling into it and moving their lips slowly against the other’s. After a few moments, Chan’s body hovers warmly over Felix, causing him to pull back from Minho. An incredibly warm feeling overtakes overtakes his chest as he watches Chan lean down to kiss Minho softly, Felix squeezed between the two of them. He buries his face into their necks, both boys humming happily at the feeling of Felix’s grin against their skin. Chan leans down to kiss Felix again - “properly, this time,” he scolds Felix lightly. The grin on his lips removes any threat from his words and Felix can only sigh happily and melt further into Minho as Chan presses their mouths together lovingly.
He pulls back just far enough to whisper, “we need to talk about Minho hyung’s cat kink.”
An indignant yell combined with Chan’s words makes Felix splutter into laughter, tipping his head right back onto the bed over Minho’s shoulder with it.
“Yah! Bang Chan, I do not!” Minho yells, at the same time as Felix chokes a weak, “timing, hyung!” out between laughs.
Chan’s forehead is braced on Felix’s chest as he wracks with laughter. “Need I remind you that you just called Lix ‘kitten’?” Chan giggles, now sitting up and wiping his eyes.
Felix interjects as he moves off Minho to lie on his back. “Hyung calls me a lot of things,” he teases, ignoring the blush that rises to his cheeks at his own words.
“Exactly!” Minho insists, frowning at the ceiling in an adorably embarrassed manner. “I call him lots of things, not just... that.”
“Wow, he can’t even say it,” Felix crows, all too pleased at the rare chance to tease his boyfriend. Speaking of - “Chan hyung, what was it you were saying earlier about Minho hyung being too hard to tease? I think I disagree.”
Chan and Felix meet eyes, both pairs almost shut with the force of their grins. “You have a point.”
Minho groans loudly and shifts until he’s lying half in Chan’s lap. “You guys are just mean,” he whines and Felix suddenly feels so privileged that he gets to see his boyfriend like this - not just the cool exterior he puts forward for the rest of the school. He shuffles to wrap around Minho, with his head at Minho’s stomach. Minho tangles their legs together as Chan tangles his hand in Minho’s hair, and continues whining. “So what if I like nicknames? It’s cute! And Felix likes it too!”
Felix unconsciously buries his face further into Minho’s stomach, stilling and internally cursing himself immediately afterwards when he hears a coo. “‘Don’t!” he insists unconvincingly.
“Do,” Chan corrects through helpless giggles. The bed shifts beneath Felix, and a moment later a hand pets the back of his neck, seemingly to make up for the mild teasing.
Minho’s arms squeeze tighter around Felix’s chest. “You don’t have to pretend sweetheart,” his deceptively sweet voice says.
“Kitten,” Chan corrects cheekily, leaning over into Felix’s view as he nuzzles into Minho’s shoulder.
Felix sighs heavily. “Why do I put up with this?” He whines dramatically, the pout on his face quickly turning into a satisfied grin when his boyfriends start coddling him.
It never fails.
“We’re just teasing angel,” Minho whispers, cajoling, as he shuffles down to be level with Felix. Seizing the opportunity, Felix pouts again, and earns a peck on the lips.
When Minho’s head falls off Chan’s lap as he moves down the bed, Chan shifts to lie down on Felix’s other side and stick his face into Felix’s neck, making him squirm.
“Chan hyung!” He giggles, trying to wriggle away. “Tickles!”
Chan snickers evilly. “Sorry Lixie,” said in a tone that suggested he wasn’t sorry at all.
Minho pouts. “Channie, don’t be mean.”
A fleeting kiss is delivered to the back of Felix’s neck as Chan finally wraps around him. “Fine, fine,” he sighs.
Felix snuggles back into him happily, making Minho huff as he’s tugged to shuffle forward. Felix sighs in content as he’s squished between his boyfriends.
“...’Time’s it?” Minho mumbles some time later, causing Chan to groan loudly and roll backwards to blindly reach for his phone.
Felix stirs from his half-asleep state, whining at the loss of heat against his back. “Hyung...”
“It’s six fifteen,” Chan’s rough voice comes and Felix has to tell himself that now is not the time to get turned on.
“Ugh.” Minho lies still for a moment longer, then slowly sits up and ruffles his hair.
As smitten as Felix is with the sight of a sleep-soft Minho playing with his own hair, he is now not being cuddled by a single boyfriend and that won’t do at all.
“‘S cold!” He whines, tugging on Minho’s shirt. When Minho just intertwines their fingers, Felix tries to gauge whether Chan is still close enough behind him to make it worthwhile rolling backwards. He decides it is, and slowly tilts until he’s lying on his back. On his other side, Minho stands up and walks to the mirror. Felix allows himself a moment to admire, then gathers all his energy and rolls towards Chan.
Or, where he thought Chan was.
An ungainly screech comes out of his mouth as the bed suddenly stops and the ground is suddenly beneath him instead. Something stops his head from hitting the ground.
Opening his eyes to see two completely aghast faces above him, he bursts out laughing.
Chan throws his head back and groans, unable to hide his laughter fully. “Lix! Be careful!”
Minho reaches them and crouches down between Felix’s head and the offending bed. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks, genuine concern visible beneath the amusement in his eyes.
Felix grins. “Yes hyungs!” Chan’s hand is stroking over his hair and Minho’s is resting on his cheek, so yes, he’s actually more than okay. He sighs happily, pushing into their hands. “This is comfy,” he says hopefully, and Minho pouts in mock-disapproval.
“Oh, I see what this is,” he smirks as he stands up, much to Felix’s disappointment. “A ploy!”
“No! Hyung stay here!”
Chan giggles, both hands going up to cover his entire face adorably. “Lixie, don’t you want dinner?”
Felix rolls his eyes, sitting up as well and grabbing one of Chan’s hands to hold. “Well yeah? Eventually.”
“It’s six twenty now,” Minho sing-songs from the other side of the room.
Felix looks over, jumping up when he sees Minho touching up his make up. “Oh, hyung! I can help!” He stumbles on his way over, but is steady by the time he gets there to swipe the brush out of Minho’s hand.
“I think you missed the point!” Chan says behind him somewhere. “It’s dinner time now, Felix-ah.”
Felix’s eyes widen and his hand pauses. “Oh.”
Minho giggles and ruffles his hair fondly. “What would you do without us, huh, kitten?”
Felix steadily ignores 1. Chan laughing at them, 2. his own blush and 3. Minho’s smug grin, and instead turns all his attention to applying just the right amount of gloss to his boyfriends lips.
“All done?” Minho asks when Felix puts the lid on the tube, rubbing his lips together.
“Almost... hyung, you’re so pretty.”
Felix quickly leans in and pecks Minho on the lips, careful not to smudge the lipgloss. He pulls back with a satisfied grin, allows himself to admire Minho’s stunned-and-in-love expression for a moment, then skips over to Chan. He wraps his arms around him from behind, and Chan understands his request and turns around. Felix kisses him briefly, then looks at Chan properly.
“Oh, hyung, you look way too hot for just dinner!” He says in dismay. “How am I meant to walk around with you two? I need to go and get changed!”
Chan’s arms are difficult to escape, however.
“Nooo! We look so good!” He insists as he drags Felix over to the floor length mirror, Minh stepping in on the other side so Felix is standing between them.
“Oh.”
The first thing Felix notices is that he’s the shortest. Then: where he’s in a pastel blue skirt and white sweater, Minho and Chan are in black jackets and jeans, with zips and chains and -
“We look like your body guards,” Minho says with a perfectly straight face. Chan, however, bursts out laughing. They’re so predictable.
“Gosh, I’m so gay,” Felix sighs, giggling through his words.
“I’m glad to hear it. I think there might have been a slight misunderstanding here if you weren’t,” Chan chuckles. “But see? Don’t we look good?”
Felix bites his lip, watching the movement in the mirror. “Yes hyung.”
Minho’s grip on his hand suddenly tightens and Chan takes his arm off Felix’s shoulders, clearing his throat.
“Time for dinner!” Minho says, cheerful voice slightly strained.
Felix blinks a few times as Chan runs a hand through his hair gently. “Okay?” He checks sweetly, and Felix grins.
“Yeah,” he says, blushing when it comes out more breathy than he’d planned.
Minho giggles, tugging on Felix’s hand to lead them towards the door. “Later, baby,” he teases, but Felix hopes he’s at least somewhat serious.
He looks behind him to see Chan trailing along, grinning when they meet eyes.
“Shoes, angel?” Minho interjects, already crouching to get Felix’s choice of shoes.
“Uh - white ones please hyung? Yeah, that pair. But I can do it!”
“Absolutely not, you’ll get dizzy.” Minho swivels to put them gently on Felix’s feet, and Chan steadies him as he lifts up one foot at a time. Felix blushes both at his boyfriends’ protective actions and the large array of his own shoes arranged neatly next to Chan’s and Minho’s. He basically lives in this room, now - if he ever slept in his own dorm, he’d have to come here to get dressed. It’s not really allowed, to sleep anywhere but your dorm, but having... connections... with the head boy had its benefits.
Previously, Felix would had been worried that being in a relationship like this might mean the worst for his connection with his friends, but it worked out rather well; if it hadn’t, Felix would have done something different, but he’s more than happy with how it is. It’s normal these days to see Minho and Chan hanging out with Felix’s friends at any given time, even when Felix himself isn’t present. Changbin is also a firm part of the group now, especially since he and Jisung (finally!) got their act together and started dating.
That party was a fateful day, it seems.
A soft pat to Felix’s leg brings him back to the present. His shoes are on and tied up and Minho’s holding the door open for Felix and Chan to pass through.
As Chan leads him through the doorway and Minho brushes down his skirt for him as he passes, Felix takes the chance to whisper a quick “I love you” before they aren’t alone anymore.
Chan coos, squeezing his hand. “I love you more, Felix-ah.”
“Gay.”
Felix rolls his eyes and whines, “I thought you were over this!”
Minho snickers. “Over what?” He blinks innocently.
Chan catches Felix’s eyes and grins, locking his door blindly. “Ignore him, he’s immature and attention seeking.”
Felix bursts into laughter at the same time as a terribly affronted gasp leaves Minho’s lips.
“How dare you!” He sniffs, raising his nose pretentiously. “Haven’t you heard of an inside joke, Channie? Maybe you just have no sense of humour.” Felix can’t hold in his laughter, prompting Minho to point at him and say, “Felix is laughing!”
Chan winks at Felix. “Ah, of course. My mistake. You’re funny, Min.”
Minho smiles, smug and satisfied, and links arms with the two others to pull them down the hallway. “There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now we really should hurry or we’ll miss dinner, after all this.”
Chan and Felix follow along happily, giggling every time they meet eyes and every time reassuring Minho with praise and subtle kisses. (And not-so-subtle).
They get to dinner with 15 minutes left.
And perhaps this is not entirely unfortunate; it means that not many people are still there to witness Felix choking on his soup when Minho whispers that he loves him.