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Newt sighed, trying to figure out what he had done in his life to deserve this.

It had all started the same morning, a perfectly normal ( yet not ) morning when he had woken up to his phone somehow thrown on the floor, screen all cracked up and in pieces. Only then had he realized that he was late for class, proceeding to fall scramble out of bed and successfully wake up Thomas at the same time. Alby, as the morning person he is, was still snoring away in dreamland as his two boyfriends panicked, throwing on some clothes in a hurry before dashing towards the bathroom. 

Breakfast forgotten and all, they had to push Alby out of bed so he could drive them to campus, only for Thomas to realize that he had forgotten his laptop at home and then having to drive back to their apartment, making them even later than they were before. Since Alby didn’t have any classes yet, he dropped them off near the main building with a sleepy promise of bringing some sandwiches afterwards and all of that happened before Newt had succeeded to screw up his presentation, get a note of warning from the professor and found out that the latest test went anything but good.

Did you think it all stopped there? It certainly didn’t.

No, after drinking bad milk that probably expired already at lunch, someone had crashed into him with a cup of coffee ( thankfully iced ), spilling all over his white sweater. And that would probably explain why he had to go through campus in a t-shirt alone, the cold autumn breeze making him shudder as he tried to reach the library, doing a rather desperate attempt to save his grades and staying so late that the librarian threw him out. Quite literally, threw him out.

And when it started raining, he actually considered cursing out the universe for causing him to suffer like this. It was only a bloody Thursday, couldn't he get some peace already?!

“Newt!” The blonde boy wiped away a stray raindrop that had fallen on his nose, turning around to spot his boyfriends waving at him. 

Hurriedly making his way to them, Newt tried to cover his head as the rainpour got thicker. He was immediately greeted by a kiss, Alby wrapping his arms around his waist with a small smile on his face. 

It made him laugh, despite his clothes sticking to his body and the shivers running down his back because of the cold. He was amazed how a simple gesture like that could magically make all of his frustrations dissolve, making him feel a lot better than he has felt this entire day.

“Bad day today?” Newt nodded, frowning at the wet state his boyfriends were in. 

“You guys didn’t bring an umbrella? How long have you been out here?” Thomas shrugged as if he hadn’t just sneezed, grinning as he started pushing both him and Alby in the direction of a small cafeteria nearby. “We just arrived here, so don’t worry! It was worse before you came out and we had to run here for cover anyways.”

Not really believing his boyfriend, Newt reluctantly let the subject go as they finally arrived at the doors of the café and opened them to be greeted by warmth and a rather strong but cozy scent of lavender.

A clock rang from somewhere above their heads, Newt trying to shake off his wet dog appearance by carding a hand through his already disheveled blonde hair. Alby, of course, seemed to notice and was kind enough to ask him if he wanted to borrow his hoodie, but Newt shook his head. If the older’s hoodie weren’t wet already, he’d be more than grateful for the little comfort it provided.

He began to look awkwardly around in the café - well, it was actually a coffee shop, given on the small sign standing at the entrance - and found it completely empty. Not surprisingly, considering that they did enter the 24-hour coffee shop at almost 1 am. 

Just as he was about to call out for anyone, his eyes made contact with a male behind the counter and suddenly Newt felt like he had stopped breathing.

He swore that he has never seen anyone so beautiful before, the dark haired barista was like a mix between pretty and handsome, a combination he didn’t know existed until now. Brown, sharp eyes met his, the tanned skin making those full, pink lips glow as the male smiled - or more like grimaced, though Newt couldn’t blame him. It was surely not every day that you’d see three strangers barge into your workplace at past midnight. “Uh…welcome! What can I get for you?”

Your number, Newt thought as he stumbled forwards, dragging Alby with him to make it seem less obvious that his boyfriend was indeed also staring at the beauty speaking to them. Thomas, thank god, didn’t make any corny comment as he followed them, too stunned by the sound of the male’s voice to realize the question he was asked.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” Newt blinked, shaking his head wildly and cursed himself for staring so rudely. He couldn’t really help himself, not when such a serene creature was standing face to face with him. The mesmerizing vixen laughed, the sound was better than anything he had ever heard.

“Ah, yes sorry, an Americano and a blueberry muffin, please.” He promptly elbowed Alby, making the other wince and throw a glare in his direction. It did help his boyfriend to snap out of it though, hurriedly ordering as he tried to avoid looking at Minho, as the name tag said, for too long.

A pretty name for a pretty boy. 

Newt was too busy trying to look anywhere but in front of him to notice that Minho had an amused smile adorning his lips, lifting his hand to stifle the small laugh slipping out of his mouth.

Thomas had seemingly broken free from his dazed state, smiling brightly as he faced Minho. “I’d like a cup of green tea and one of those brownies, please!” 

Jeez, where did all of that energy come from? Newt should’ve probably have felt jealous or even offended, but instead he found it quite amusing and adorable, both his boyfriend and the cute barista they met barely ten minutes ago. 

Minho - dammit - hummed and began putting their cakes neatly on some plates, turning his back against them to get a couple of spoons for the sweets. “Would that be all?”

Newt vaguely remembered himself saying yes, eyes never once leaving Minho as he studied the other’s every movement. The male turned around to face them again, this time his smile seemed actually genuine and he handed them their desserts as he went out from behind the desk to head towards a door just to their right. “This place is pretty much empty right now, so just choose whatever table and I’ll be back with your orders as soon as they’re done.” 

Thomas was the one to thank him while Alby dragged them to the closest table, a corner table with a perfect view of Minho when he worked.

When Minho finally showed up within their sight again, he couldn’t help but to feel as if he had been holding his breath while the beautiful male was gone.

“Wow,” was all Thomas could say as they watched him disappear behind the counter to start working on their order. His boyfriend had his mouth hanging open and Newt had to reach over to close his gaping mouth before Minho noticed. 

Even though Thomas could’ve been less obvious with his staring, neither of them seemed to do much better. If cute wasn’t the word, then Minho sure as hell was pretty and oh my god, his mind didn’t seem to stop pointing that out. 

Alby, at least, seemed to handle it better than them, only throwing glances towards Minho once in a while to not seem too obvious. After all the years they had been together, Newt could know for sure that he was interested in the dark haired male, hands mindlessly fiddling with his shirt as he casted his eyes down on the table again. He was not used to it being so quiet, all of them too busy with staring and admiring the cute barista. 

The only thing that was heard was the coffee machine and Minho pulling out three cups from a shelf, humming a song from the radio who’s volume had been lowered down in the background. Newt watched as the other worked quickly, fingers delicately tracing over the porcelain as he lifted the can of coffee to pour it into a cup.

Okay, maybe it was a little bit exaggerating but his brain seemingly couldn’t help itself. 

He was lucky there weren't any mind readers in this world, or he’d die at the spot.

“Your orders?” Shit. Okay, so there was this really gorgeous guy standing in front of him right now and he was scared that if he looked up, he’d be at loss of words and unable to say anything intelligent. Alby, thank god, came to his aid and thanked Minho with a smile, accepting the cups as Minho nodded and retreated. On the way back, he walked past Newt and the blonde could swear he felt the warmth of a hand ghost along his back, followed by lavender and a sweeter scent of chocolate.

Deciding it must’ve been his imagination, Newt took a sip of his coffee and leaned back in his chair, not daring to look at Minho now as the other wasn’t busy with anything else anymore.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, Newt checking it to see that Thomas had sent something to the two of them.

Tommy: <<Are we gonna talk about the fact that we just spent the last 30 minutes staring at Minho???>> 

Laughing quietly, he glanced at his boyfriend, Thomas casting not-so-secretive glances in Minho’s direction. The raven was looking at his phone and didn’t seem to notice anything, which made Newt slightly disappointed knowing that he wasn’t even paying attention to them. 

Newt: <<He’s hot and I am at loss for words>>

Alby: <<Who knew we would meet someone so gorgeous after this terrible day? He’s really cute, too.>>

Tommy: <<Definitely both.>>

If he hadn’t known better, he’d actually believe that Alby was blushing like a high school girl thinking about her crush. It was rare to see him give compliments to someone else, especially someone he was interested in. Out of the three of them, Alby wasn’t one to find too many people attractive besides his own boyfriends. His loyalty to them was heartfelt and thinking about it alone made him want to kiss the taller male.

Of course, this must’ve been an exception. Alby wasn’t one to actively speak out on his attraction to someone other than them and the way he did it now…yeah, Minho must’ve been sent to target them or something, because Newt had never met anyone capable of ripping down all of the defenses they’ve set up these past years. Just like that, their everyday life was changed. It was like he was luring all of them into his trap, using only a smile and that smooth voice of his. The situation felt familiar, very much like deja vu. It reminded him of the time he met Thomas for the first time.

The only difference was that Alby learned to love Thomas after he’d told him about his crush on the younger. Now, Minho has gone and captured all the three’s interests without them even speaking properly about it with each other yet.

Newt : <<Is this considered as he’s so hot we’d totally fuck him or?>>

Tommy: <<Shit. I’d totally fuck him, tho>>

Newt: <<I can see that, you were drooling over him just a few minutes ago>> 

Newt: <<it was adorable but also kind of disgusting, not gonna lie there Tommy>>

Tommy: <<But you love me ;)>>

Newt: <<Unfortunately, yes.>>

Tommy: <<T^T that was mean->>

Alby: <<Do you both want him?>>

Glancing up from his phone, he looked at Alby, not knowing what to expect. The elder’s expression showed no annoyance or anger whatsoever, only looking a bit thoughtful, like he was actually considering the thought. 

Newt: <<Do you?>>

Alby glanced to where Minho was standing, something flashing by in his eyes. Wonder, adoration, confusion. It was hard for Newt to decipher it all. 

Had it been someone else, then he was sure the situation would be completely different from now. 

Alby: <<I do.>>

Newt smiled. 

/7/

Alby: <<But not only as a one night stand or a hookup.>>

Alby: <<I think he’s worth more than just that.>>

That’s what Alby had said in their group chat that rainy night, lavendel and coffee following them long after they had left the shop, memories of the hour lasting far in their heads.

After that, the three found themselves finding back to that same coffee shop every morning, stopping by just before class or after. 

Minho wasn’t always working morning shifts, of course. He mostly took night shifts, while a kind, taller boy named Ben, had the morning shifts. Alby knew this because he had asked the other on the first day he came to see Minho, only to find Ben there instead. 

However, the morning shifts that Minho did have, he’d make sure to come there everyday, no matter what happened before it. And after that, he kept stopping by the shop later instead, just before walking back home to his boyfriends. Sometimes they came with him, sometimes Thomas or Newt found their way to stop by the coffee shop themselves. 

Neither of them took their eyes off Minho the entire time they were there. It was kind of impossible to do if you came to that small particular shop just for that person, you know? Not to mention that there wasn’t a single day when Minho didn’t look stunning. 

”A matcha latte for Alby, right?” Alby smiled, accepting his order with a “thank you” to Minho as he gazed over his work, trying to mask his inner turmoil upon seeing the other male come closer to his table. 

“Hey, what major are you in?” Much to his surprise ( and delight ) Minho had chosen to stay beside him, currently being busy with gazing over all of his notes from statistics class.

The older male chuckled, rubbing his neck as he took a sip from his latte. “I’m a business major. How about you?” 

Minho smiled widely. “I’m a law major, nice to meet you, Alby. And I assume you already know my name?” 

Alby almost choked on his drink, but then he remembered that Minho had a name tag on the apron he wore whenever he worked. Right, it was not like he had noticed them staring or anything. 

Right?

“Yeah, uh…your name tag.” His rather intelligent answer made Minho laugh, a smooth sound with a little tilt in his voice at the end of it. Adorable, really. 

“Well Alby, those papers don’t match. At least not with your notes, that is.” What? Alby frowned and looked down at the book, wondering what the hell Minho was talking about. It was at that moment that he realized he had accidentally taken the wrong book and tried to write his essay based on the wrong statistics.

Ah, shuck.

Minho was laughing as he slumped over, bumping his forehead on the table. “I’m sorry for laughing, really! It’s just, I’ve watched you struggle for a while now and it seemed like this was the problem.”

Wait a minute. Minho had been watching him? And he hadn’t noticed? Alby felt like digging a hole and burying himself alive. How did this seem to Minho that he had been sitting here for the past 45 minutes, subtly looking at him as he tried, tried, to write an essay that apparently didn’t match the book he was holding in his hand right now and failed to notice it even after three hours of studying? 

Someone please take him from here, right now. 

The older boy drew a loud sigh and looked up to see Minho’s smiling face. His eyes reminded him of moon crescents and that alone made Alby feel slightly better, even though it still was embarrassing to look at the other.

“Don’t stress too much over it. Happens to all of us, doesn’t it? I wouldn’t want you to get wrinkles at this age.” Minho wrinkled his nose, looking at him like he was fully serious. Alby would’ve believed it too, if it hadn’t been for the small smile prodding the other’s lips, Minho sitting down beside him to help him collect all of the notes that were no longer useful for him and this goddamned essay. 

“You have two boyfriends, right? Newt and Thomas, if I remember it correctly.” Alby nodded, smiling at the mention of his boyfriends. It wasn’t always that obvious for most people, since they were rather private about their relationship but they weren’t directly hiding it either. He was nowhere ashamed of his boyfriends, no, Alby would be more than happy to kiss Newt good luck before an exam, or give Thomas the biggest hug after he’d won the running competition of their university. And of course, their friends knew about it too. He had been hoping Minho would be okay with it, since they normally didn’t really care about what others thought, but with how they had been ogling him from the same corner these past weeks, he very much hoped Minho hadn’t been some straight dude with a stick up his ass.

“Thomas is an engineering major, right? He came in a few hours ago during Ben’s shift. Dropped a few drawings on the floor while he tried to open the door. And Newt must be an architecture major. You guys come around here often, don’t you?” This was the second time in the span of 15 minutes that he almost choked on his latte again, also noting how Minho didn’t seem to comment on them being queer.

“Wait, hang on a minute. You don’t mind?” Minho tilted his head, shrugging as he took a sip from his own coffee.

“Why would I, though? You guys are in love and that’s your business, no one else’s. Nothing is wrong with being in a relationship with someone of the same gender, let alone being in a relationship with more than one person.” He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, the other’s words warming his heart. It wasn’t fair, how Minho seemed to be perfect in all the right ways. 

“That, and I am gay.” 

Alby choked once again. 

/7/

“You guys are probably not here just for the coffee, are you?” Thomas chose to not answer the question ( more like a statement ) and kept his eyes glued to his computer as Minho leaned over the counter to give him his sandwich. 

It has been exactly three days since Alby had come home, bewildered over the fact that he found out about Minho being gay. Of course, right on the next day when the three of them went to the coffee shop together, they had ended up leaving with Minho’s number and dopey smiles on their faces.

“Neither of you were really subtle anyways. Do I really look that good at 3 am? For your information, you look hot too, Thomas.” The younger boy flushed, burying his face in his hands as Minho snickered.

He coughed awkwardly, trying to focus on the project he was working on. “Damn Minho. Don’t you have work to do?” 

His friend was about to retort something back when a customer came through the door, the golden clock pinging with a light melody and Minho grimaced at him before going to greet them. 

Little did he know that Thomas was glancing at him as he spoke to those customers, lips curling slightly upwards. He was happy that they had gotten to speak to Minho. Sooner or later it was bound to happen anyways, and so far, it had been good between them. He was surprised that Minho reached out to them first, but then what would you do if three guys just kept staring at you and coming to the coffee shop you work at just to see you every day? 

Minho was everything he had expected and more. Flirty, confident, definitely sassy and savage. He was rather kind and smart too, the both of them finding out that they had been in their university’s track team together for at least three months. Thomas was not going to mention that he had seen Minho before, he had just not dared to talk to him back then.

The Asian male was like the last piece of puzzle he’d been looking for, fitting perfectly into his heart even though Thomas did not dare to admit that maybe his crush was developing into something more than just that.

And now when he looked at Minho…

The other was tall, perhaps slightly shorter than Newt but still taller than himself and Minho’s arms were as thick as his thighs, his body built strong and bulky, with an exception of the small waist that fit well with the curve of his bottom. Thomas’ mouth watered at the sight of it, flushing as he turned away, shame filling his head at the thoughts he held. 

Oh, yeah, and there were these thoughts too. 

He sighed. Thomas had undoubtedly discussed this with his boyfriends beforehand, both of them admitting that they did feel attracted to Minho. Alby looked like a lost puppy, as Newt usually says, just like the day they had met each other for the first time, far before even Thomas came into the picture.

While Newt did want to do so much more than just having sex with Minho, Thomas found himself thinking about kissing those pink, plush lips just to taste them, or wrap his arm around Minho’s waist to be able to rest his hand on one hip and pull him close to his body. To show the world that he was his, just like he could do with Alby and Newt. Yeah, that would be great. 

It was a while since he had felt like that. Thomas doubted they’d ever need anyone else after this, like Minho was their last soulmate to find in this world. Still, he can’t know for sure what the older will say once he finds out about their thoughts and wishes. He didn’t even know if Minho would want to date them. It was either all of them, or none of them, after all.

“You look lost. Do you need help with that?” Thomas blinked, realizing he must’ve zoned out while pressing the key z and now the file on his computer only shows lines after lines of z:s. Minho was grinning at him, seemingly already done talking to the customers. 

Thomas nodded, even though he already knew everything about the upcoming project. So when Minho lit up, sitting down so close with him that he could feel their ankles touching, Thomas couldn’t help but to inch closer and giggle happily.

Before he knew of it, time had passed too quickly. Autumn left it’s orange colors and the sky slowly turned gray, the ground filled with white snow and kids laughing as they built their snowmans and created snow angels while their parents told them from a distance to be careful. I.U.D - International University of Denver - had their annual winter party and Minho, like the tease he was, showed up in a skirt, yes, a shucking skirt, crop top and thigh high stockings. 

They became closer with the days that passed, always flirting or teasing each other in some way, although friendly and nothing more than that. “Just ask him out already,” his twin sister said one day, as if Theresa hadn’t at all pined for Brenda for months before finally having the courage to ask her out.

Minho went from only seeing them one hour per week to being around almost all of the time. He and Alby shared an economics class together while Thomas himself sat beside the older in math class. Newt was seemingly the only one who didn’t share any class with Minho, but he was more than happy in the design class he, Thomas and Mimho had together.

And not enough with that, he also spent time with them after classes, too. Minho lived alone in an apartment not far from the coffee shop, his home being relatively smaller than the apartment Thomas shared with his boyfriends, but it had the same atmosphere as the coffee shop. They quickly got used to staying over at each other’s apartments to study, sometimes Newt and Minho would go to the library together if the raven didn’t have any work. Most of the time they were in Alby’s, Newt’s and his shared apartment since it was much larger and had more space. Thomas still preferred Minho’s apartment though, even as it was swarmed by the plants the older had brought - to have some company, as Minho told him the moment he opened his mouth to ask. While they were looking around, a black cat bolted from under the sofa, startling Newt in his attempt to sit down and relax.

Mika - as she was called, didn’t seem to like Alby ( yes, he may or may have not laughed at the older male’s expression as Mika ran past him when he tried to pet her ) and ducked away from his hands before jumping into the arms of her owner. Minho laughed as she put her paw on his cheek, licking a wet spot next to it as if she was demanding for a kiss. Thomas didn’t think there would be a day that he would admit he was jealous of a cat, let alone any animal, but there it was.

To his luck, Mika seemed to deem both him and Newt okay as she let them pet her before running away, ignoring Alby’s frown on her way to Minho’s bedroom. Minho had asked Alby what he had done to be so bad with animals, jokingly nudging him at the side before proceeding to tell the eldest to go feed Mika. ( Which was no success, if you wonder. )

As spring rolled in, the air once again filled with newly bloomed flowers that would soon bother anyone with pollen allergies, Minho and Thomas spent more time together as the track team would soon hold a competition against the neighboring college. 

While being busy with club activities, they also prepared for yet another test in math class, professor Denton cutting them no slack as Minho went on complaining about those stupid algorithms she insisted they’d learn. Thankfully Jorge understood enough to let them have Tuesdays for studying, at least until they had finished taking the test. The old man didn’t do that without making a face of course, insisting they’d be back as soon as possible because “ hell’s going to unleash before we’re losing this competition. ”

“Thomas, we should go out and celebrate once we’ve finished the test. After all of this studying, it feels like both of us need a reward.” Minho yawned, stretching his arms as the pencil fell into his lap.

The younger boy laughed, scribbling on his notebook and watching Minho giving up on his work while flopping down on his bed. “Yeah, and do what? We need to actually pass too, Minho.” 

Minho let out a loud groan, rubbing his eyes as if he wanted to push them into his skull out of frustration. They were in Minho’s apartment, preparing ( or at least he was ) for the final questions before they were done with it all. That and Jorge's harsh training afterwards, too.

Thomas leaned against the bed, ignoring the fact that his crush was not at all laying sprawled all over it, shirt riding up so Thomas could get a clear view of his abs and tantalizing sun-burned skin. 

“I don’t get any of these, seriously. Why did I take this class again?” He chuckled, petting Minho’s ankle as the other rolled onto his stomach and buried his face into a pillow.

“Because you need it for your degree, duh. Come here so I can show you, it’s really simple.” The older scooted until his head lay just beside Thomas shoulder, eying the paper like it was his worst enemy.

Even though Minho was stupidly stubborn, Thomas still found himself rolling his eyes, smiling fondly at the sigh Minho released and motioning for the older to come even closer without realizing what he just did. 

So, when Minho leaned down, Thomas felt himself flushing almost immediately, having to force himself to stay as still as possible as he felt the older’s presence almost too near for it to be considered friendly. Goosebumps appeared where Minho’s breath hit his neck and he breathed out slowly, trying to act natural. He couldn’t help but to notice a stronger scent of coffee and lavender, just like the small and cozy coffee shop at the corner, where Minho worked. It didn’t take him long before he realized it must’ve been Minho’s natural scent too, the same warm and soothing scent that gave him a sense of home. He had noticed it before, but it had always been weaker since Mimho wasn’t as near to him as now.

The thought alone made him flustered, almost as if Minho had indeed been planning this all along. He’d be a fool to say that he had wanted to believe it, too. 

“Thomas?” The other’s voice made his thoughts dissolve, Thomas stuttering an apology as he blinked and immediately jerked back, surprised with how close Minho’s face was to his own.

“Oh I’m s-sorry, what did you say?” Quickly looking down at the paper in front of him, he tried to figure out whatever Minho had been talking about while he was busy staring at the dark haired male.

Minho laughed and leaned back, seeing how flustered he became. “I was asking you about this question, Thomas. Are you with me?” 

He looked at the question Minho showed him, ears growing red knowing the other was snickering behind the piece of paper. “Yes, I’m so sorry for not listening! Let me help you, give me the paper please.” 

Minho threw him an amused gaze, but did as he was told. 

/7/

Alby knocked at the door to Minho’s apartment, Newt and Thomas practically pressed against his back.

They had all been surprised when Minho suggested they’d go watch a new movie together, not really expecting him to keep track of what’s showing in the cinema. After all, if he was not in the track field, Minho was either working or hanging out with his friends, calling his mom and brother in South Korea or even drowning in the books he’d have to read before a given date. 

He was not going to lie, Alby was actually very happy Minho had come up with the idea, the whole situation felt like deja vu as a part of him might or might have not thought of it as a date. Besides that part, it had also been a while since they’ve been able to hang out, especially with Minho being too busy with his law and ethics class. Most of the time he worked evenings, maybe three hours or so before Ben took over the rest of the days. Alby quite missed his pretty boy and watching Ben holding hands with Gally while the other was working didn’t help his poor heart either.

And almost as if the devil had heard him, Minho opened the door and smiled brightly at them. His hair was wet and unvaxed, making Alby realize just how long it was. The silky, raven locks curled themselves as they framed his face, making him look softer than he usually appeared and the older was certain that Minho should let his hair down more often.

An all too sudden image of a newly awoken Minho flashed by in his head, making his cheeks redden as he looked away. 

“I’m so sorry, you guys might have to wait a little more,” the raven said, seeming genuinely apologetic while he motioned them to come in. It'd be worse if he had answered the door in just a towel, though. At least now he was only wearing a t-shirt that hung low on his shoulders ( Alby had no idea if the shirt was purposely made that way or if Minho had just put on the first thing he found before answering the door ) and boxers. 

No, you guys read it right.

Boxers. No pants, no jeans or shorts or anything. 

Alby didn’t dare to let his gaze linger for too long, but he still got an eyeful of thick, golden thighs that probably were far too tempting for Minho’s own good. We’re just friends, he had to remind himself.

Thomas had somehow frozen up in a trance behind him, like the younger always did whenever he found something beautiful and endearing. Newt, on the other hand, had a hard time trying to hide his flushed cheeks, unable to rip his gaze away from Minho’s face. Well, also desperately trying to keep his eyes only up there. Thankfully, Alby was the first one to move, grabbing hold of both his boyfriends before pulling them into the apartment.

“You guys can sit on the sofa if you want to, but take off your shoes first!” Minho was already ahead of them, disappearing into the bathroom with his shirt practically sticking up against his body from all the wetness from his hair. Alby gulped.

Newt shook his head, groaning silently and met his eyes, arousal shining clearly in them. They glanced at their youngest boyfriend, who was still staring at the door who closed after Minho, muttering something under his breath while he fidgeted with his t-shirt.

It took them a while before any of them remembered what Minho had said, slowly moving towards the living room. Mika was waiting for them there, eyeing them suspiciously. Alby felt like her eyes bore into his soul, the cat staring at them for a good five minutes before snorting and walking away. He had a feeling she knew exactly why they acted so weird around Minho. 

“Hey Min, what’s taking you so long?” Newt was the first one to speak up, squeezing his eyes shut as he himself heard the shakiness in it. He was more than relieved when Minho, apart from the loud sound of a hair dryer on in the background, didn’t seem to notice. 

“I’m sorry, it’s my hair! I think I should cut it soon, it’s getting harder to fix before going out,” Minho yelled over the noises, unaware of the grimace Alby had on his face.

“I don’t want you to cut it, though. You should keep it down, I like it that way.” The words slipped out from Thomas’ mouth before he could register it, eyes growing wide as he slapped a hand over his lips.

Minho stuck his head into the living room, raising a questioning brow at him. 

Then, it turned into a sweet smile. 

“Aw, does this lover boy prefer my hair unvaxed?” 

Thomas was quick to deny it, his rosy cheeks giving away his real answer as he scrambled to cover his slip. “N-no, I just meant that you look so much prettier with your natural hair!”

Oh god. Minho was enjoying this, wasn’t he?

The raven laughed from where he stood, winking at Thomas and making him blush even more. “So I’m pretty? I thought I was handsome, Tommy.”

Before Thomas could stutter anything else ( adorable ) Alby tapped his thigh to silence him, giving Minho a look.

“Ah, always ruining the fun, Alby! Okay then, I’m going to be done in a minute.” With that, he disappeared into the bathroom once more, the sound of the hair dryer starting again as the raven was now humming to a familiar song while drying his hair.

About ten minutes later, Minho was locking the door after himself as they waited for him at the elevator. The raven had surprisingly chosen to let his hair down and Alby wasn’t exactly sure if it was to watch Thomas blush, or if he just enjoyed seeing them squirm.

Thomas had been right though, Minho did look so much prettier with his natural hair. He hadn’t been less attractive before, but now the older found it hard to not growl at every gaze thrown in Minho’s direction as they walked down the street, Newt having to grip his arm to warn him. The man was hot, he got it. He’d be more than willing to claim Minho as his already and finally have the right to push it into the face of people staring at his pretty boy. 

If it only had been that easy, though. 

Minho was talking about the new movie, Thomas following in enthusiastically as the older boys smiled at his eagerness. Ever since they became friends, Minho had seemed rather fond of him, in a way that he hadn’t been with anyone else Alby had seen him with. It warmed his heart that they seemed to matter a lot to Minho as friends.

He’d hate to break that bond, too. 

But then, a part of him was always tempted to just go up and kiss Minho and see how he’d react. Would he kiss back? Would his lips be just as soft as Alby had imagined? How is Minho going to taste ? 

It was no secret that all of them were queer, that much he knew. He didn’t need to worry about a bitchy ex-girlfriend, at least. However, Minho rarely talked about his exes. That might not be something you talk about often, but they were close enough to know when each one came out and when their first kiss with another boy was. 

( It might’ve slipped during a night of truth or dare, which had been pretty ridiculous until Minho almost undressed in front of them. )

Maybe he should’ve asked Minho out already from the beginning. Being friends just made things so much more complicated, especially when Alby had to stop Thomas from drinking one too many beers and confess his feelings for Minho, who smiled so prettily when they left his apartment and bid them farewell with the softest voice he’s ever heard.

Those moments were rare. Alby loved both his sides though, the snarky, sarcastic Minho and the kind, caring Minho. Perks of being in love, he guessed.

“Alby, do you want popcorn or bacon chips?” The center of his thoughts spoke up, dragging him back into reality as Alby answered without hesitation.

“Popcorn. With butter too!” Minho grinned, doing a salute sign before walking back to Newt, the both of them paying for snacks before they got into the salon. 

As the commercials started and the lights dimmed, Alby looked over the position he was sitting in, Newt and Thomas on his right side while Minho occupied the seat on his left. The raven glanced at him in question and then turned away when he shrugged, slowly relaxing when the lights turned off completely, leaving them to bask in darkness - well, besides all the light from the big screen, of course. 

Alby tentatively reached for the popcorn, spooning a handful as he watched the main character talk to his parents. That was when he felt something else on the tip of his fingers, something warmer and much bigger, almost like-

Blushing, he quickly pulled his hand back, grateful over the fact that you couldn’t see his face so clearly in the dark. Minho had gone quiet next to him and he didn’t dare to look at the younger, too afraid of the reaction he’d receive. Their hands only touched briefly and yet he’s acting like it’s the end of the world. However, when nothing came after another 15 minutes, he glanced to see Minho unaffected.

Did he not notice? Maybe I’m hallucinating, Alby thought and sighed to himself. He really needs to keep himself in line.

At a jump scare later into the movie, Thomas jumped beside Newt, clutching the older’s arm tightly as he glared at the screen, almost as if he tried to prepare himself mentally for the next scary scene. Minho merely flinched, staying still with his eyes glued to the screen.

Alby did admit that he wished the other would’ve jumped too, holding onto his hand like it was some lifeline. There was a chuckle beside him and he turned to see Newt smiling, as if he had read his thoughts. Alby wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did, they know each other well enough to tell anyways. 

Minho did have an arm close to him on the armchair though, their hands lying so close he could feel the warmth radiating from Minho’s skin. 

Somewhere within the next scenes, he swore he could feel Minho’s fingers brushing against his own. But when he looked at Minho, the raven still seemed totally fine, not flustered or embarrassed or anything. 

Alby wanted to say something about it, but could not bring himself to do so. That’s why he let it be, enjoying the feeling of Minho’s fingers occasionally brushing his, probably and almost definitely by accident. 

Still, you gotta let him enjoy the moment, right? 

The next time they were going to the cinema, and hopefully as a date, he’d make sure to hold the younger’s hand throughout the entire movie. 

It felt like it was his only and most important wish at the moment.

/7/

Maybe it had been a bad idea to ask Minho to come with them to the club. Newt wondered why he had actually thought it was going to be fine from the beginning, especially when their friend was like a living piece of art that had succeeded to enchant them and seemingly everyone else.

Those pants should definitely be illegal.

As if that shuckhead didn’t know that they hugged his thick thighs and ass so perfectly, Minho waltzed around while grinning and enjoying the stares thrown his way, blinking innocently at him like he was provoking him. Newt swallowed thickly, considering if he should punch the next guy who would try to talk to Minho ( what is up with them? Bloody hell, just leave him alone if he says no to your offer of buying him a drink ) or drag the other away from all the hungry eyes ogling his body and slam him against the nearest surface somewhere more private before finally kissing Minho like he’d always wanted to. But neither of those were options as both of them would’ve led to Minho, who definitely wasn't interested in them, finding out about their, his feelings towards the raven.

“So that’s your boy, isn’t it?” Sonya slipped up beside him, the older glancing at her with a sigh. 

“Not ours, though.” His little sister raised her brow, seemingly unimpressed with the way he was handling his <massive> crush on Minho. As if she hadn’t been all shy around her girlfriend just a few minutes ago. 

“Are you sure? He’s clearly interested. He hasn’t even taken his eyes off the three of you this entire evening and he’s clearly waiting for you to do something.” Newt swallowed at the thought of that, Minho waiting and being so patient with them while not looking at anyone else other than them. Too bad it was too good to be true. 

He grimaced,watching Minho laugh as he talked with someone - seemingly a friend - and even in the loud, sweaty room, he managed to stand out from all the people. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” 

And then, before Sonya could say anything else, he threw her a sharp glare. “Lizzy, please don’t do anything stupid now, I don’t want my sister to become a wingwoman for me and embarrass me.” 

She gasped, putting a hand on her chest as if she had been hit by an arrow. “You hurt me, brother! Why would I embarrass you?!”

Newt snorted. “Remember the first time you met Thomas?”

“That was one time! I promised you I wouldn’t do it again!” Her voice came out whiny, Thomas glancing up at the mention of his name, the younger boy sitting somewhere not so far away from them. Still, how he heard them talking over all of this loud music, would remain a mystery for Newt. 

“Okay, when I told you about Alby, then?” That seemed to quieten her down, Sonya rolling her eyes and huffing while crossing her arms. 

Then, before he could stop her, she had already bounced away in Minho’s direction.

Dammit! 

There was a reason why he didn’t like her acting like Cupid. Just seeing her going up to Minho and starting to talk with him made Newt anxious. He did trust his little sister with his life, but god knows what she’ll do once she gets the information she needs to whatever plan she’d come up with. 

Newt should’ve never told her about Minho.

“Can’t you stop her?” He turned towards Harriet, but she was already shaking her head before he could try to convince her. 

“She might be my girlfriend, but she’s stubborn when it comes to you. There’s no way she’ll let this go, especially when she knows she can do something about it.” The other girl was smiling, chuckling even as she watched Sonya lively interact with Minho. 

Alby and Thomas were coming their way, Frypan not so far away from them. Upon seeing them coming, Harriet seemed to step back, going to where Rachel and Aris were currently dancing. But before she could completely disappear within the crowd, she turned around and gave him a small grin. “And for the record, I agree with Sonya. You guys should ask him out already.” 

With that, she left and Newt sighed, probably for the thousandth time that night. This was supposed to make him relax after all the exams and hard work, but well, that seemed to be impossible now that Minho was here. 

He slowly rubbed his temples, suppressing a growl as yet another guy stopped by Minho and Sonya, saying something he couldn’t hear that Minho shook his head to. Probably someone who was asking about his number again. 

This was getting too tiring.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist, Newt sighing as he leaned back into Alby’s chest. His boyfriend made him feel slightly better, nerves being on edge ever since they walked into the club together. Thomas seemed no better, expression dark as he continued to sip on whatever he had in his cup - probably something that Newt would have to take away from him so he wouldn’t get wasted too fast. 

And just like the two of them, Alby had been watching Minho, albeit his expression had been more controlled. Newt could tell that he was affected though, especially when Minho had gone back to talking to Sonya and his friend now, laughing at something his sister said and that friend was standing very close. Too close.

“All of you are so obvious, you know that, right? Even Chuck could tell. Literally, just ask him out! Anyone with eyes would see that y’all are pining for each other for absolutely nothing.” Frypan looked like he was on the verge of pushing his friends towards Minho himself, fed up with how many times he had caught them staring without doing anything. 

Was this some kind of drama or what? 

And here he was, thinking at least Thomas had been smart enough to realize how Minho had been looking at them ever since he met the raven for the first time, Frypan immediately taking a liking to the sassy boy even though they’d occasionally get on each other’s nerves sometimes.

But no, instead he’d been watching them doing some ridiculous dance-around-the-subject as they not less than subtly flirted with each other and threw “secretive” glances at each other. 

He was just about done with their shit, honestly.

“Could you please go talk to him? You guys invited him to come with us, even! As if he needed an invite from the beginning, he could’ve seen it in the group chat and then decided if he wanted to go, but you just wanted an excuse to meet him.” At that, Thomas flushed while Newt shrugged and Alby’s gaze remained unmoved from Minho. To actually think that they thought they hadn’t been too obvious, it made him want to laugh and question them at the same time. 

Frypan mentally face-palmed. 

“Frypan’s right. The three of you need to take your asses over there and talk to him already. Might as well drool over him there, rather than here.” Apparently everyone was engaged in the conversation of their relationship with Minho now, because both Rachel and Aris showed up beside them, Harriet somewhere on the way to Sonya already. 

Aris turned to face them, the other boy looking uncomfortable to be there, sighing as he waved a hand in front of Thomas who stayed unswayed by the sudden attention. “Aren’t you fed up with watching from afar? It mentally hurts me to watch all of that good for nothing pining.” 

Alby rolled with his eyes, squeezing Thomas’ hand as the younger grimaced. “Watch your mouth, Jonas. Even if we did go up there, Sonya would’ve done most of the work anyway.”

“Yeah, because you’re still stuck here, you mean? Get your ass over there already, man!” Frypan rubbed his temples, almost as if a growing headache was coming to him because of them.

Newt laughed at their antics, Thomas piping in once in a while only to disappear again and anxiously shift in his place. He himself felt more than nervous, because his sister was still talking to Minho and - oh, the raven caught him staring.

The blonde’s eyes widened as they locked with deep brown ones, Newt flushing while Minho gave him a small wave, smiling coyly despite his entire appearance this afternoon. And just like that, he was a goner.

“Guys, I think we just lost Newt.” This time he was the one to roll his eyes, taking a deep sigh before finally stepping forwards, dragging his boyfriends with him at their linked hands. His destination was probably clear to everyone in the club right now, their friends shouting “good luck!” and “don’t screw up!”

in the background.

Okay, he got this. It’s totally fine. It’s not like every step closer made his heart rush into a frenzy, beating so fast he could hear it pulsing in his ears.

So yeah, everything was fine. Everything was great! 

By the time they had reached Minho, Harriet and his sister, Newt had tried his best to appear as natural as possible. Sonya sent him a wink while Harriet laughed ( probably upon seeing the look on Alby’s and Thomas’ faces ) and it only took a smile from Minho for all of it to crumble into pieces. 

So much for his neutral facade, then.

“Guys! Where have you been all evening? I was beginning to wonder when you’d come over here.” Newt shrugged, noting how Minho seemed to lean closer to him. The small movement made him smile, which did not go unnoticed by his sister. 

“Anyways, this is my friend, Dohyun. Dohyun, this is Newt, Alby and Thomas.” He directed his gaze towards Minho’s friend, giving the shorter male a polite grin. God bless him that Minho didn’t seem to notice how the three of them tensed up, the air suddenly thick with awkwardness as Dohyun greeted them back. 

He could practically feel Sonya wince.

“The infamous trio, huh? I’ve heard a lot of you.” Dohyun smiled and his statement caught Newt’s interest. Heard a lot about them? 

His eyes automatically found Minho, who just giggled, not even bothering to say anything. His friend looked at them, something flashing in his expression that he could not decipher. 

Hm. That sure was interesting. 

Dohyun turned out to be really nice, and he kept teasing them as if they had known each other for years and not met each other just a few moments ago. Apparently he and Minho had met in their first year of college, something about a Korean community and a freshly made coffee spilled all over Dohyun’s shirt, which was also the reason why Minho was currently working in the coffee shop.

Newt did admit that he definitely liked Dohyun better once he had told them that he and his boyfriend were friends with Minho, all the three of them being friends since the beginning of their first semester on I.U.D. Alby seemed to relax further too, for once during this entire conversation, actually smiling at a joke Dohyun drew. He was amused as he saw how brave Thomas got, stepping close enough to Minho to be able to grab his hand ( if he wanted to, but Newt guessed he wasn’t feeling that courageous yet ). Instead, the brunette seemed content with feeling Minho’s fingers brush against his own and Minho, who was still chatting with Harriet, didn’t seem to mind that much either. Perhaps it was the alcohol, he didn’t know.

He hoped it wasn’t just the alcohol. 

Minho broke out in a fit of giggles as they stumbled onto their apartment, hands full with the bags of beer they had bought on the way back home. Newt himself  was slightly tipsy and now he questioned why they hadn’t taken Minho home yet. 

The answer to that question though, was currently collapsing on his couch, smiling giddily at him. Minho had suggested they’d continue the party at their apartment, whining about how they must’ve avoided him all evening because “he’s not dumb, of course he noticed”. Yes, he whined.

Somehow, it ended up being just the four of them ( he swore it was Sonya’s doing ) and it would end up nothing but good. Still, he chose to ignore all the warning signs and just like that, they found themselves in this situation.

Alby was the only one sober, having to drive them home, but something told him that his boyfriend was torn between kissing Minho or fleeing before he could do anything stupid. Thomas however, was the drunkest out of all of them, already drowning three glasses of vodka and a glass of soju, that Minho had insisted they’d try before the night ended. He was the one who was most likely to kiss Minho right now, the two of them already holding hands while laughing at something Newt didn’t quite hear.

Was he committing a terrible mistake? He didn’t want to do this drunk, wanted to remember everything in the morning, wanted to know that Minho was there too, wanted this, too. 

“Alby! Come here, handsome.” Minho laughed, pulling Alby’s shirt so he could flop down on the armchair beside the sofa. Thomas was leaning against the couch, hand still clutching onto Minho’s as he opened another beer. 

The tallest male blushed, but remained in his seat as he pulled Newt to his lap and Newt, in his own attempt to get comfortable, swung his long legs over the older’s, settling down comfortably as he leaned back with a content sigh.

“Here you go. Since we’re not gonna drive anywhere else, mr. I’m-driving-today will have to try soju. Now, drink up!” The raven gave the both of them a bright smile, holding up a glass of clear liquid for Alby to drink. 

“Wait, don’t you need a ride home?” Newt felt his heart beat slightly faster, the idea of Minho staying over was too overwhelming with the alcohol in his system.

“Yeah, if that alright with y’all, of course! Or else I can just take a taxi.” Minho waved his hand in dismissal, finally getting Alby to take the glass and watching as the older chugged it down in a swoop. He received a cheer at that, Minho taking the same bottle Thomas had been drinking just a few seconds ago and taking a sip.

He ignored the little note his brain did, pointing out that technically, that would be an indirect kiss. And seemingly, Thomas had been thinking the same thing as he was gaping at Minho, eyes big and filled with wonder. The raven laughed at that, leaning down to bop Thomas’ nose as if he was a child.

“Are you sure? Is it not dangerous to go home by yourself at this hour?” Minho snorted, only shrugging as he emptied the can of beer.

“I’ve been training taekwondo since childhood, I think I could manage some jerks trying to rob me.” Newt rolled his eyes because really, how stupid can one be? No way in hell he’s letting Minho go by himself while being this drunk, anyways.

He didn’t get to open his mouth before Mimho had leaned closer, a mischievous glint shining in his dark eyes. “Besides, Tommy here is gonna take care of me. I know you wouldn’t let me out of this apartment at this time, so it’s better if I stay and sleep on the couch. Doubt we’re gonna make it to any bed tonight.” 

They were interrupted by Alby’s grunt, the older asking Minho to pass him a beer. Minho laughed, leaning away again and Newt almost reached out to pull him back, really, really wanting to kiss those pink lips right now. 

“Hey Minho?” The raven hummed, movements halting when Thomas leaned his head back to look up at him, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. 

“You’re so shucking pretty, did you know that?” It was barely a mumble, but Minho picked it up and then a miracle happened.

He was blushing. Minho, the same Minho they had been having a crush on for almost a year now, was blushing at something that Thomas had said. Not even when they were platonically flirting with each other, had he ever seen those cheeks flare so red.

But now they did. And Minho, he looked so painfully breathtaking while flustered and it made him want more. Newt thought he forgot how to breathe, knuckles going white from where he was gripping the armchair. He wanted to see more, to drive all of those expressions out of Minho, to see him more out of control of his emotions and so easily blushing. 

“I would rather say that I'm handsome, but that works too. I´ve never heard that kind of compliment before, though.” Newt chuckled, watching as Thomas gasped and kept on insisting that Minho is way more prettier than handsome and his innocent babbles only got Minho flushing even deeper, burying his hands in his face to hide it. Alby’s chest rumbled behind him, a sign that he was laughing too and Newt smiled, a warm feeling spreading in his whole body. He could see himself getting used to nights like this, especially when Minho was here, with them, making everything so much better than just another night out. Yeah, he hoped that the moment would never end.

What Newt had not expected though, was the fact that Thomas would kiss Minho. 

Yes, you heard him right. His boyfriend had suddenly gotten a grip on Minho’s chin and was now currently sitting up while bringing the raven’s face closer to his. Newt didn't have the time to react, let alone blink, before Thomas’ lips met Minho’s. 

Silence fell over them. 

Both Alby and Newt sat frozen, watching as Minho started responding to the kiss, not after even a second of hesitation. The raven let out a soft moan and the sound lit something in him, something hot and craving and wanting. He kept staring as Thomas deepened the kiss, moving to wrap an arm around Minho’s waist before pulling the taller boy closer. 

The slick sounds of tongues sliding against each other and Minho’s small gasps made his cock give a small twitch, Newt holding back a moan as he started grinding down on Alby. Large, warm hands soon found his hips, pulling him right on Alby’s dick and made sure he stayed there. He couldn’t see his boyfriend’s gaze, but from the hardness he could feel pressed against his ass, he was pretty sure this affected Alby and much as it did to him.

Thomas pulled another - this time more high pitched - moan out of Minho as he grabbed his ass, moving them until Minho was straddling him and facing towards his two wide-eyed boyfriends. They pulled away swiftly, but it wasn’t long until Thomas’ mouth collided with Minho’s again, prying it open with force and making Minho gasp while his hand squeezed a handful of strong, thick ass. 

His boyfriend kissed like he had been starving, taking everything offered to him as he muffled down all the noises Minho made and despite how much he wanted to hear them, Newt didn’t want to break them apart just yet. Alby had begun grinding up against him, making him groan as he grinned and turned around, catching his boyfriend’s lips in a soaring kiss. 

Alby was no less as brutal as Thomas, but with precise control as he bit down softly on Newt’s bottom lip, making the blonde open his mouth as an invitation. A hot tongue made its way into his mouth, lapping up and pressing against his own tongue, Alby’s hand reaching up to grasp his blonde locks. 

Newt let out a loud moan as the same hand tugged harshly, pulling him off with a wet pop. 

“Baby, look at those two.” He turned around to look at Minho, who was now squeezing his eyes shut as Thomas kissed down along his collarbone. He’s trembling, Newt realizes, as he watches Thomas tighten his hold on Minho’s waist and grind up against the other’s skinny jeans and obvious erection.

“Don’t you think they look great? Would you want to see Minho fall apart for us, begging for our cum? To feel him, how he’d clench around you when he comes or perhaps, choke around your cock?” Newt let out a whine, pushing both Minho and Thomas out of their little bubble as the raven opened his eyes, dark pupils expanding and focusing on them while panting into Thomas’ mouth.

He smiled. “We have been waiting so long, haven’t we? Let’s go to the bedroom then, shall we?” 

Alby grinned at him as Thomas nodded, obediently lifting Minho up as the older yelped, eyes widening in surprise for the amount of strength Thomas apparently had. Newt giggled, pulling Alby up with him as the four of them made their way into their shared bedroom, a stuttering Minho in Thomas’ arms. 

He was soon dropped into the bed, Newt licking his lips slowly at the image of their friend(?) all pink and vulnerable to them. Though not quite exposed yet, the clothes would have to go.

Still, his shirt had ridden up so Newt could see a well earned six pack, his arousal clear in their eyes as Minho panted harshly, still flustered from Thomas’ demanding kisses. He was far prettier than Newt had ever seen him, plump lips swollen and shiny with saliva, hair all messy in the way Thomas always said he preferred Minho would keep it and eyes glazed over with lust and…the blonde’s grin widened. Want.

He couldn’t wait any longer, surging forwards and pulling Minho into a kiss of his own. 

The first thing he thought of was how soft they were. Minho’s swollen lips were covered in saliva, making him taste some of Thomas and something else, something sweeter. He didn’t even need to ask before Minho’s mouth opened, granting him access to the sweetness that awaited him. 

Minho tasted like strawberries and chocolate, his scent mixed with it being so intoxicating that Newt just wanted more. He twirled his tongue around Minho’s, pulling a half choked out moan out from the raven as his hand snuck under Minho’s shirt, fingers dancing across warm skin until he finally found Minho’s nipples. 

Newt savored the cry Minho let out as he twisted his left nipple, mouth watering at the expression he was shown. He deepened the kiss, licking into Minho’s mouth with fervour as he tried to chase after the sweet taste, wanting to imprint it into his memory forever. 

Feeling Minho tug on his shirt, Newt grimaced against his lips before forcing himself to pull away and leaned back, watching as Alby replaced him, leaving no room for Minho to breathe. The raven let out a loud gasp when Alby pulled away briefly to watch his face, before bullying him into another bruising kiss. 

While Alby kept Minho occupied, Newt turned around and smiled sweetly at Thomas. The brunette followed obediently when Newt motioned him to come closer, both of them smiling as they shared a kiss, Newt beginning to undo Minho’s pants. 

“Having fun, darling? Look at him. He’s absolutely perfect, isn't he?” Thomas chuckled, nodding as he leaned back to get his shirt off, helping Newt pull Minho’s pants away completely. It wasn’t long until all clothes were removed, Alby letting Minho go for the other to take a deep breath and Newt moved so Thomas could take his place, positioning himself between Minho’s thighs. And of course, the first thing he did was to sink his teeth into the thick muscle, pulling a surprised yelp from Minho. 

“I’ve waited for so long. Those shucking pants and skirts…you’re going to be the death of me one day.” Thomas kissed up against the smooth skin, fingers pulling at the hem of Minho’s underwear. 

“I needed to get your attention somehow, didn’t I? Why not do it in a way that makes me enjoy myself? I’ve been waiting for you to finally do something,” Minho gasped out, hips bucking up as Alby growled and latched onto his neck.

His words made Newt’s heart beat faster, this time in excitement as he realized that he’s been so foolish. Minho had been willing all along, just waiting for them to confess…

The thought fueled his arousal and he moaned, finally acting upon his thoughts and leaned down to latch his mouth against a perky, pink nipple. Minho’s whimper was like a melody in his ears and he sucked harder, reaching to twist the other nipple with his hand.

Suddenly, slick fingers pressed up against him, a pair of large hands prying his ass cheeks open. Newt pulled away from Minho’s nipples and moaned as the first finger slipped past his rim, grinding back against Alby’s hand. The elder was pressed against his back, marveling at his work on Minho’s body as he fingered Newt. 

A particular press against a bundle of nerves got him whimpering, arching his back against Alby’s body as his eyes zeroed into the purple and red blotches on olive skin. Alby knew him so well, a knowing smirk apparent as he kissed Newt’s pale shoulder and proceeded to slip in another finger.

Minho looked absolutely gorgeous spread out in for them, moans getting louder as Thomas had practically shoved his face into that firm ass. The raven was whining, pressing his hips down as obscene sounds echoed in their ears and Newt wanted to taste him too. Alby’s fingers pumped in and out of him, making him tremble, looking at Minho through half lidded eyes. He didn’t want to take his eyes off their pretty boy just yet, moaning softly as he tugged Minho’s nipple playfully. That earned him a bite from Alby, the blonde giggling as his boyfriend kissed him deeply. 

Newt whines when the pleasure suddenly dissolved, feeling Alby remove his fingers. Only this time, he felt something bigger prod against his entrance instead, moaning in delight as the older rammed himself inside without as much as a warning. Alby was big and his cock was long, the older being able to reach his prostate without even trying. It was one of the things Newt loved the most about his boyfriend. He loved feeling Alby’s cock pulse inside of him, so girthy and warm, making him feel so full he could practically sense the bulge in his stomach. They were all clean, of course, so Newt always demanded that Alby would enter without a condom so he could feel their skin glide against each other, the burn so sweet he wanted to imprint it into his memory.

Other nights he liked to watch, watch as Thomas fell apart on Alby’s monstrous cock and cry whenever he reached forwards to tighten the cock ring they’d put on him. His boyfriend always looked too irresistible coming with a vibrator up his ass and gagging around a dick. Sometimes he’d fuck Thomas, keeping him in their bedroom for so long that he’d forget anything else but Newt’s name. And after that, he’d put his baby back together, slowly and softly kissing him, whispering encouraging words that had the brunette purring in his lap. He’d let Thomas top too, especially when he was feeling bored and wanted to see what the brunette would do. Thomas wasn’t always soft and gentle, no, on certain days, those days when Janson drove him mad enough to bring it home, Thomas would be rough and dominating, pinning Newt down as he downright used him to vent his anger. They had been talking about that too, Newt admitting that he liked it when Thomas became like that and the younger had flushed, before Newt couldn’t wait any longer and kissed him with tongue and everything. 

He had always had both Alby and Thomas read out on the back of his palm. What he hadn’t expected though, was for a certain Korean boy to come crashing into their life and throw them off everything they had been used to. Minho was no ordinary person and Newt had wanted him more than anything in this entire world. 

Every night, he’d go to sleep thinking about the boy, how he’d dress on their first date, if he would be bold or shy, if they’d kiss afterwards and how he’d smell, taste, feel. Soon enough, those thoughts also evolved into something else, something dirtier and absolutely filthy. 

Those thoughts would soon become dreams, when he saw himself watching Minho come apart for them, see him pliantly take Alby’s cock inside of him, gagging on Thomas to keep that silver tongue quiet. He’d imagine himself being inside Minho, wanting to dominate him and make him cry. He wanted to make sure Minho wouldn’t want anyone else after they were done with him. Newt wanted the raven to remember, to not feel the same after they had been together. He wanted to break his pretty boy so much that he wouldn’t get the same feeling even after taking any dick, anything, to repaint what they were about to do tonight. He wanted Minho to feel so empty without any of them inside of him that he’d keep coming back, only to continue to take their seed and get bred by them. He wanted to see him beg.

Newt was ripped away from his thoughts when Alby’s grip on his hip tightened, the older finally starting to move as Newt stumbled forwards with a moan. He could feel every inch of Alby inside of him, tearing him further apart for every thrust that had him pressed against the bed. The blonde cried out as Alby slammed into his prostate, arching back against his boyfriend while he tried to grind down further on that thick cock of his, tightening his hold on the mattress. 

It had been a while since he got to have Alby groaning while being on top of him, indulging themselves in each other and their bodies pressed against one another. So even when the stretch burned slightly, he didn’t mind at all, clenching around Alby and feeling him groan deeply into the shell of his ear, shuddering at the gush of warmth passing by his skin. He could almost feel the grin on Alby’s face, whimpering as the pleasure began rolling in waves up his spine and all over his body. Alby quickened his pace this time, seeing how he was reacting to the touches shared between them. 

Just when he was about to lose himself in pleasure, Newt opened his eyes and found himself staring right into Minho’s eyes. The raven’s mouth hung open, eyes glazed over with lust as he was pressed down on his back by Thomas, seemingly having watched Newt and Alby for a while. His cheek blossomed red when he noticed Newt staring at him, but he couldn’t run away as Thomas began to ease his dick inside of him, making Minho tense up before practically melting with a loud moan. 

Newt smiled.

Unlike Alby, Thomas chose to go slow, watching his own cock slowly slip inside Minho bit by bit. By the sight of his gritted teeth, Newt could only imagine how tight Minho must be. It made his throat dry up, suddenly aching to be inside of the raven. 

He startled when Alby hit his prostate harshly, making him moan loudly as he watched Thomas grip Minho’s arms and drag the raven back into his cock, his entire cock now fitting inside Minho. Feeling the bed shaking, Newt groaned when Alby dug his nails into his skin, eyes never once leaving the serene beauty in front of him. 

Minho was panting, unshed tears shining in his eyes as Thomas began to move, whispering something in the raven’s ear that got him shuddering violently. He whimpered as Thomas bit down on his shoulder and Newt felt a familiar warmth blossom in his stomach - cursing quietly under his breath. He was going to come too soon if he kept on watching Minho’s expressions.

Shifting his attention back to Alby, he licked some runaway saliva on his lips and turned his head around before grabbing his boyfriend’s neck, dragging him down into a rough kiss. Alby had never been one to hesitate, understanding directly as his tongue pried Newt’s lips apart, licking into his mouth with force. The moan Newt let out was muffled by the slick sounds of their tongues tugging at each other and without thinking, he felt his hand wander until it met Minho’s. 

The raven seemed happy to cling onto his hand, Minho’s hand warm in his as another cry was heard from him. Newt couldn’t turn to watch Minho and Thomas, but considering how hard Minho was gripping his hand, Thomas must be teasing him and pulling away just before he could cum.

Ah, maybe his boyfriend had been learning too much from him. Newt could giggle at the thought, if it wasn’t for how Alby groaned deep into his neck and the tightening in his stomach worsened. It wasn’t long until he came, eyes fluttering close as he whimpered loudly, clenching down around his boyfriend. 

Alby was panting, scrunching his face as he came deep inside of Newt, making the blonde moan at the sudden gush of warmth inside of him. They stayed like that for a while, Alby continuing to press soft kisses along his neck while Newt smiled, the two of them listening to the delicate breathy moans beside them. 

Newt turned his head to the side, watching as Thomas pressed deep into Minho, his hips slapping roughly against Minho’s now red asscheeks ( wow ) and he noted how flexible the raven was, legs thrown over Thomas’ shoulders to keep him open and inviting for the brunette. A few tears had escaped Minho’s eyes, his cock remaining untouched and angry red where it was slapping against his stomach. Thomas had his hand pinned above his head, the other one clutching onto Newt’s and refraining from touching himself like a good boy. 

Such a sweet little thing, wasn’t he? Newt wanted to keep him in their bed forever.

The thought excited him, wanting to see more of the bratty side of Minho too. He just knew the raven had one, given his personality and stubbornness. Minho had yet to show them and he intended to see everything, stripping Minho bare from any secrets he’s been holding in that sinful body of his. 

A particularly loud whine had Newt tightening his grip on Minho’s hand, the raven struggling against both him and Thomas as he trashed around. Thomas was smirking, other hand groping his chest and he leaned down to suck on a puffy nipple, making Minho writhe underneath him. The raven came barely a second after that, Thomas biting down on his nipple and tugging it harshly between his teeth as he watched Minho’s eyes fly open in surprise. 

Thomas came not too far after that, drilling Minho into oversensitivity and leaning down to suck a hickey into his jaw. The brunette collapsed on top of Minho, arm wrapped around that tiny waist as he pulled out slowly. It took Newt a minute, watching as warm cum oozed out of Minho’s pretty pink hole, before he let go of Minho’s hand and nodded at Alby’s silent question. 

He let out a quiet whimper as Alby pulled out of him, ignoring the tickling sensation of cum rolling down his thigh as he sat up, softly brushing Thomas’ sweaty hair out of his face to kiss him. The brunette eagerly responded with his tongue, gently cupping his face as his hand carded through Newt’s hair. A sharp moan interrupted them, Newt pulling away to see Minho’s dark eyes. 

The raven’s irises had almost disappeared now, Minho blinking at them with a soft sigh. Newt smiled, gently caressing Minho’s cheek as he turned to face Thomas again. 

“Tommy, would you be so kind and keep his mouth occupied while we prepare him?” Newt could feel Minho shudder violently, eyes fluttering close as he leaned into the blonde’s hand. Thomas nodded eagerly and scrambled off Minho, carefully lifting the pretty boy up so they could turn him onto his stomach. The manhandling got Minho to release a small moan, catching Newt’s interest.

So he likes being passed between them like a ragdoll? Newt giggled, nipping softly on Minho’s ear. 

“Keep still for us, alright? I promise you’ll feel really good soon, trust me.” He pulled away to let Thomas take his place, the brunette gingerly kissing Minho as both of them smiled at each other. Minho turned to look at him briefly for a second and he could swear he saw something shine in them, the raven smiling softly at him. 

It sent his heart into an uproar and Newt flushed, turning away to focus on his task.

Alby was already working on Minho´s gorgeous ass, groping the flesh as he ranked his eyes over the raven’s form, hunger clear in his eyes and crotch. His hands pried Minho´s ass cheeks open, revealing the cute little swollen hole, its pink rim twitching around air and waiting to be filled. 

“Baby, please hand me the lube, will you?” Alby smiled as he handed him the bottle, Newt starting to gently coat his fingers with lube, giggling as Alby leaned down to bite a mark and Minho let out a muffled yelp from where Thomas had coaxed his mouth down his cock. Newt glanced in their direction, meeting Thomas´ eyes as the brunette grinned lazily, hands carding through raven hair while Minho was gagging on his dick. The other had saliva running down his chin, making a mess of himself and his swollen lips stretched wide enough to fit around Thomas, slowly but steadily sinking lower and lower down until he was gagging again, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Newt felt himself inhale sharply. 

“Newt?” The blonde turned to face Alby, remembering what he was supposed to do. He shuffled over to the older, licking his lips slowly and trailing his eyes over sun-kissed skin. Minho let out a cute little squeak as he was pulled off Thomas´ cock, eyes snapping open in surprise as Alby pulled him into his lap instead. He spread Minho’s legs apart without any struggle, making the raven flush as he was exposed entirely for Newt and Thomas. ( it’s not like they hadn’t seen every piece of him already. )

Newt watched as Alby practically dropped Minho onto his dick, making the raven scream as he was penetrated by something far larger than just his own fingers and Thomas’ cock. He set a quick pace from the beginning, bouncing the boy in his lap repeatedly up and down, listening to Minho’s moans like they were music notes playing repeatedly in his ears. 

Minho’s mouth hung open, the raven being unable to say anything as he let himself be used, Alby biting more marks on his neck. Thomas had trailed up behind Newt, resting his hand on the blonde’s hip while the two of them kept their eyes pinned to Alby and Minho. The raven noticed the stares, flushing heavily as he lifted his arms to hide his face, making Newt click his tongue in disappointment.

“Minho, let your arms down. We want to see your face.” He watched Minho shudder at the demand, but he made no move to follow it. It made him grimace, glancing at Thomas.

The brunette got the clue as he leaned forwards to pry Minho’s arms apart, revealing him staring at them in panic and Newt made sure he looked right into his eyes, crawling slowly up to him while narrowing his eyes. “ You just need to be shown your place, right? I did ask you nicely, you should be able to follow that tiny request.” 

He paused, gaze trailing down to Minho’s swollen lips. “Though I wouldn’t worry if I were you. We’ve got plenty of time to make sure you become the perfect little bitch for us.” 

Minho swallowed thickly and before he could retort something back, Newt had caught him in a biting kiss, forcing his tongue into the warm, awaiting mouth in front of him. The blonde used the distraction to reach downwards, slick finger prodding against Minho’s already stretched rim, Alby still moving at an unforgiving pace. 

He could feel Minho tense as he carefully pushed his index finger into the raven’s hole along with Alby’s dick, stretching the skin out even more as Alby groaned, both of them feeling Minho clamp down on them. Minho broke away from the kiss, head falling down on his shoulder as his whimpers became breathy, shaking as Alby slowed down.

“Are you okay, Min? We can stop if you want to.” Thomas’ words were barely a whisper, but firm and demanding an answer. He was tense, immediately releasing Minho’s arms so he could intertwine their hands. Newt and Alby stopped entirely too, trying to watch Minho’s face for any reactions.

“I-I’m…I’m o-okay-o..oh g-god-“ Minho let out another whimper, hand pressing against Newt’s arms. 

His scratchy voice made the blonde shudder and Newt could already imagine how it would sound the next morning, a proof of what they had been doing the night before. The night where they had claimed Minho as theirs. Or at least he hoped so.

“Y-you’re so shucking b-big, you shuckface.” The statement had Alby laughing, a deep, rumbling sound that had both Thomas and Newt smiling, relaxing slightly. 

“Do you want this, Minho? Both of us in you? If it’s too much, you’ll have to tell us.” Minho hummed into his neck, nuzzling into it as if he was trying to scent him.

“I’m fine, it just feels weird. It’s a bit painful, but I want you both inside. Felt good.” The last part was more of a whimper, Minho lifting his face to smile at Newt. 

The blonde kissed one of his eyes softly, gently cupping his face. “You need to tell me when it’s too much, alright. Green means go, yellow means slow down…”

“..and red means stop. I know.” Minho turned his face so he could kiss Newt’s hand.

“I want this. Please. Want both of you, wanna be good for you.” Newt groaned quietly, kissing Minho’s forehead one last time before pulling back.

“Alright. But don’t complain if your back hurts tomorrow.” Minho threw him a lazy grin, the fire in his eyes almost challenging the blonde. Besides, how could he ever resist his pretty boy, let alone when Minho was begging? 

Newt smiled, pushing another finger into the awaiting heat as Minho’s eyes widened, the raven falling forwards with a yelp. Alby took that as a sign to continue, so he picked up the pace, matching Newt’s thrusts and making Minho whine loudly when they both pressed against a certain lump, watching the raven’s mouth fall open in a silent moan. 

The clenching sounds made Minho’s ears color red, Thomas whispering encouraging words as he petted Minho’s hair, coaxing him to relax as Newt added another finger, gritting his teeth at how tight it was. He wondered if he’d even fit.

Newt knew he was at his limit, after watching both his boyfriends and the boy they had been pining for so long. Minho looked just like he had imagined, even better than any wet dream he’d have. It was like he was back in high school again, with a newly found crush on the guy who sat in front of him in chemistry class but unlike it this was real, because Minho was here, with them, willingly putting himself into their care. 

He pulled out his fingers, making Minho whine at the loss as he blinked confusedly in Newt’s direction. The raven looked lost, like he was too deep into the fog of pleasure to notice Newt’s movements directly. Newt smiled, rolling on a condom on his painfully hard cock and leaned in to kiss Minho’s cheek before moving to his lips. Unlike the other hungry kisses they had shared, this one was soft, filled with passion and love. He wanted Minho to know that this wasn’t just the alcohol. 

This meant more to him than any other fuck and he wanted Minho to know that, so he could remember it in the morning when they woke up. He wanted to wake up and see Minho by his side, wanted to see his sleeping face and gently kiss him awake. He wanted to be selfish and take all that, never letting Minho go. 

Minho was smiling into the kiss. It was all it took for him to finally press the head of his cock into Minho’s hole, his dick pressing up against Alby’s. A sweet moan ringed in his ear, pressed together with the soft breath Alby let out, the two of them intertwining their hands behind Minho’s back. Newt’s other hand found Thomas’, who had rested it on Minho’s shoulder. 

He felt Minho grip onto his shoulders, Newt groaning as he pushed his pulsing dick deeper inside the tightening heat. It was like he could feel every bit of skin rubbed against his, Alby’s cock throbbing along with the slick, soft insides of Minho. He knew he wasn’t going to last for long, having watched Alby take Minho apart and preparing the pretty boy for such a long time. But for what it’s worth, he’d rather focus on making Minho feel good, rather than himself.

Hopefully, this wasn’t just a one-night stand, too. 

Newt kissed Minho’s nape when he was finally all the way in, hips pressing against the backside of the raven’s thighs. He stayed still, waiting for Minho to adjust before they could continue. He didn’t mind it at all, being this close to Minho he could point out more details he hadn’t noticed before. The raven had long, dark eyelashes, fluttering against his cheekbones as he let out small gasps, hole fluttering around both Newt and Alby. His hair was soft and even though it clung to his forehead after all the sweat, Minho still proceeded to look like he had only just walked out of the gym, all breathless and wet, but no less handsome. 

He had a mole right behind his ear and it seemed like Minho was sensitive there too, blush dusting his cheeks in a deeper pink color. Minho’s neck seemed to be the area where most of his natural scent gathered, the sweet lavender and soothing coffee calming his nerves alike to the night when they had first met. 

“Newt.” Before he could continue his poetic rant in his head, Minho had uttered his name in a soft whisper, pressing his lips to the blonde’s jaw. 

He didn’t even need to say please before both Newt and Alby bottomed out, the two of them smiling at each other before slamming inside again, hitting Minho’s prostate as velvety walls clamped down onto them, gripping them so hard Newt almost believed Minho would rather keep them entirely inside for the rest of the night instead of being pushed closer and closer to his release. A high keen came rushing out of wet lips, Newt releasing his boyfriends’ hands to get a grip on Minho’s waist. Alby thrusted into Minho with a grunt while he pulled back, pushing deeper inside after Alby pulled back. It had Minho clawing on his back, breathless whimpers hitching as his body desperately tried to shy away for a break. 

Neither Alby or Newt would let him, dragging him back on both their cocks and keeping him nailed to them. 

“Does it feel good, Min?” Thomas chuckled, thumb brushing the runaway saliva on Minho’s chin.

“Y-yes, feel so f-full. Oh god, I-I’m about to be ripped in t-two…” Minho whined, stuttering when Newt decided to thrust up on the same time as Alby instead, making the raven’s eyes roll over for a second. 

Newt groaned into his shoulder, hips stuttering and he couldn’t stop himself before he came in the condom, the heat nearly driving him insane.

Minho looks, feels, heavenly and it’s all he’s ever wanted. All he’s ever dreamed of.

He couldn’t ask for anything better.

A sudden clench around their cocks threw Alby over the edge too, the older boy coming with a low grunt, cock spurting cum into the awaiting heat. Minho and Newt both whimpered at the gush of warmth and Minho came directly after that, cock slick from precum and spurting onto both their stomachs.

He hadn’t noticed but Minho must’ve cummed at least three times these past hours. What a naughty boy, not telling him whenever he needed to cum. He could swear he saw Thomas smirk from somewhere beside him though, seemingly satisfied with his work of working Minho open and loose enough for them to devour him. 

“Brat”, he mouthed to Thomas but the brunette only snickered, kissing his cheek playfully. 

Minho’s stuttering moan caught his attention and Newt lifted his chin up, smiling softly at the raven.

“You did so good for us, Min. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” He received a mutter, something about Minho not being a good boy, but Newt ignored it as he laughed.

Alby was smiling at the three of them, affectionately brushing Minho’s sweaty hair out of his face. “We should get cleaned up. I wouldn’t want to sleep in the bed all dirty, even though the idea of cuddling sounds very tempting.” 

Minho huffed, craning his neck to grimace at the older. “I’m surprised we haven’t broken the bed yet.”

The four of them burst out laughing at that, because yeah, it was a miracle that the bed still held. Too bad for their neighbors though, it might’ve hit the wall a bit too hard.

The silence following was comfortable, Newt complementing whether he should get up and bring a wet towel right now, or just let Alby carry Minho to the bathroom.

Luckily he didn’t need to decide, because Minho broke the silence in the next moment. 

“So, can anyone take me to the bathtub? I can’t really feel my legs-“

/7/

It was hot. 

Minho was absolutely sure somebody was hugging him by now, because it was way warmer than in his own room. The bed also felt soft, too soft to be the one in his bedroom.

Then all of that meant that he wasn’t in his room, or even in his own apartment. 

And he definitely wasn’t alone, either. 

Minho felt quite comfortable, if he was honest. It reminded him of days when it was freezing outside and he missed South Korea and it’s warm springs and summers. So he snuggled closer to whoever was currently using him as a plushie, allowing himself to be coddled by them. 

It wasn’t until the splitting headache came in, that Minho decided to finally open his eyes. 

Fuck, how much had he been drinking yesterday?

He tried to sit up, groaning as the set of arms around his waist only tightened, holding him still against the pillows. The blanket thrown over them was starting to make him sweat and Minho sighed, giving up to sink back onto the mattress. He probably wouldn’t be able to get up without waking anyone anyways, given the legs currently thrown over his own and the warm bodies pressed against his chest and back. 

Memories flashed in his head as he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his cheeks dust pink. 

He just slept with his three best friends.  

Minho could remember  almost everything despite his drunken state, acknowledging the ache in his back and the numb feeling in his legs. His ass hurt like hell, the result of taking two dicks up your ass so Minho could not exactly complain. It had felt amazing and he couldn’t bring himself to complain at the moment, knowing the pain would eventually get worse later on. 

What had flustered him the most though, was the kisses and the words they had uttered. Alby’s demanding kisses that left him hollow as soon as the older pulled away to Newt’s feisty ones, pinning him in one place as he took and took and kept taking. Thomas’ sweet kisses, shy but soon passionate and craving, the younger kissing him like he had never tasted anything better in his entire life. He couldn’t forget the words Thomas had whispered in his ear, gently kissing his jaw as his boyfriends tore Minho apart, just to put him back together right after. Those ensuring, soft words that held such meaning behind them and he honestly thought it was just the heat of the moment, but he had seen Alby’s gaze, Newt’s expression when they first kissed and then Thomas’ careful words, the brunette putting a whole lot of emotions behind them, more than just lust.

Perhaps love, if he dared to think of it that way.

Well, they hadn’t only been his three closest friends, but also something more than that. At least to him, they were. Them being his crushes was too weak to say and Minho was certain that his feelings had developed into something deeper than that. The fact that it did just that, scared the living hell out of him and he didn’t want to repeat the endless circle of sleeping around just to be dumped the next day.

Minho hadn’t been sure if they noticed, but those three shuckheads did something to him. Made him feel all fluttery and warm inside, like it was some kind of cheesy romance movie. 

That’s why he was sad when he realized their first time together was when they were drunk. Hell, he was drunk and probably did some stupid decisions.

The night was amazing, more than he could’ve asked for, but if they woke up and he realized this was just another one-night stand, then Minho didn’t know what to do. For sure, he’d put on a smile for them, telling them it was okay when he really just wanted them to kiss him like they had done last night.

He wanted them to pull him in and kiss him like he mattered to them. But if they asked him to leave, then he would. Minho would mourn over the loss of their friendship, but the real heartbreak will come barely a minute after he leaves the apartment and he knows it’s a sinking feeling, knows it’s going to be hard to breathe. 

He’s not one to cry easily and especially not in public but he knows that the moment he walks home to the lonely apartment he lives in, the moment the door closes, he’d collapse and probably never get up again. 

Minho was sure they had been flirting with him from the beginning, even purposely looking for him and coming to the cafeteria just to be around him. But if he got the better of himself and read the situation wrong, then he’d have no one to blame but himself.

Maybe they were just looking for someone to spend the night with. They couldn’t possibly be that interested in him. It must be his body, like most people told him. They wouldn’t want anything else but that, right?

Minho wanted to laugh. He had been foolish enough to hope for a relationship with three, absolutely handsome and kind men who definitely didn’t look for anyone else in their relationship. Why would they need someone else when they already got each other? 

He could feel his chest tightening and this time he actually laughed, but it only came out as a ugly sob.

“Minho?” Alby’s rough voice made him flinch and he mentally slapped himself for not checking if he was the only one awake.

He didn’t really want to open his eyes, but keeping Alby waiting would just make it more awkward. So Minho blinked them open, squinting at the soft light falling over the room. 

Tensing, he prepared himself for rejection, anything Alby would say to make him leave. Instead, when his eyes finally focused on the older, Alby was looking at the three of them with something alike to fondness. His eyes were warm, something flashing in them as he met Minho’s gaze.

The raven gulped.

Turning away, he inspects his surroundings in an attempt to avoid talking to Alby. He soon realized that the arms hugging his waist were both Newt and Thomas, the blonde pressed against his chest as Thomas perked close by, leg thrown over his own while practically gluing himself to Minho’s back. 

That explains why he’s so warm, then. Minho couldn’t help but to smile, touching Newt’s soft hair. Unbeknownst to him, Alby was watching him with adoration, his own smile appearing on his face as he focused on the raven and his messy state. 

They both lay there in silence, Newt shifting until he could press his nose against Minho's neck, still sleeping as he made Minho emit an embarrassing giggle. His face burned up the moment he realized it, avoiding Alby’s eyes because he swore he heard that small chuckle despite Thomas’ little snores. 

“Hey Alby?” The other hummed, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Huh, he hadn’t even noticed they were holding hands.

“What does this mean?” His voice was soft as he said it, Minho wanting to kick himself for sounding so scared. He doesn’t want it to be a drunken mistake or just a one-night stand. He likes them too much for that.

Alby seemed to sense his doubt, his smile falling from his face. Almost as if he was scared of something too.

“What do you want this to be?” Everything . The beginning of a relationship. Them liking him too, no loving him like he loved them. His feelings reciprocated, Alby looking at him like he was his entire world. Them actually liking him. Wanting him.

Minho swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes shut. He can’t afford being greedy and selfish. It’ll just end bad for him and for them. 

Newt, surprisingly enough, hugged him even tighter in his sleep, almost like he didn’t want to let go. Taking a deep breath, Minho didn’t get to breathe out before Alby continued. 

“We want you. Ever since we saw you behind that counter in the cafe. Ever since you flashed us that beautiful smile of yours and welcomed us to the shop. It made me feel lightheaded, how a simple gesture like that could make my entire day better.” 

Minho felt his bottom lip tremble, but he refused to cry. He couldn’t, not yet. Minho wasn’t sure if he was awake right now, or if this was only a dream. “You’re lying.”

Alby’s eyes widened and then he…it was all it took for him to figure it out. Meanwhile Minho had his own mental breakdown, cursing himself for slipping his insecurities like that. It was just one sentence, goddammit. 

“Hey…” A large hand covered his cheek, Minho unconsciously leaning into it. 

Then, Alby kisses him. He can’t hold him with Newt between them, but Minho feels engulfed by his warmth and scent, tense shoulders dropping slightly. The kiss was slow, nowhere lustful or hungry but more soft and loving. It was like Alby tried to pry his own feelings onto Minho, not stopping even as Minho felt like his lungs were burning.

He was scared too, Minho realized. 

They all have been scared.

But that doesn’t mean…right?

Alby pulled away, taking in his blushing face with such happiness that he felt like melting. “I’m not lying, or playing a prank on you. Yesterday meant so much for me and I woke up today, afraid that you had left already. When I saw that you were still here, safely with us where you belong, I could finally breathe out.”

Minho opened his mouth to protest, wanting to say that he wasn’t theirs yet , that he didn’t even deserve it, but Alby shut him down with a finger against his lips. “Do you know what you have been doing to me? Exactly how long I’ve been pining endlessly for you and having to watch you flirt with all those people while it makes me so full of jealousy that I have to leave to not punch anyone?”

Alby smiled, kissing his cheek.

“I’m always at the cafe just to hear your voice.”

His lips wandered to Minho’s nose, pecking it as Minho let out a whine.

“I pretend to not understand some classes just so you can help me.”

A kiss on his forehead.

“Your scent reminds me of home and just like that, I knew I had fallen for you.” 

A kiss near his ear, making Minho hiss because of sensitivity.

“I like hearing you laugh, because it feels like it lights up every lamp and candle in my life.”

Alby moved to his eyes, pressing a kiss against Minho’s closed left eye.

“You make me crazy when you come to school in those skirts and dresses you own, yet I always crave for more.”

The next kiss was on his other eye.

“You are everything I’ve ever wanted, needed. Everything we needed for our missing last piece. And we knew it was you the moment we saw you that fateful rainy night.”

His words made Minho tear up again, wanting to claim they weren’t true. But Alby’s eyes…

It was always his eyes. And then it was his actions, his way of showing how he felt and his soft, soft touches. He treated Minho almost like glass, or a kid with a new toy that feared it would break.

I’m not that weak, he wanted to say.

But Minho didn’t. Instead, his heart fluttered and exploded as Alby stopped before their lips met, his whisper loud enough for only Minho to hear. 

“I love you, Minho.” How do you describe a happiness so strong it felt like he was seeing colors for the first time? That was how Minho was feeling right now.

Like his entire world had exploded in a mess of bright colors and light.

“Please stay?” The moment he met Alby’s eyes, Minho realized he hadn’t needed to be scared from the beginning. They were all scared, but in the end, the answer would remain clear and truthful.

“Do I look like I even got a choice?” Minho laughed, relief lifting the suffocating feeling in his lungs and his heart didn’t feel like a stone weighing down his chest anymore. 

He should’ve never doubted them. 

Minho finally pulled Alby in for another kiss, something he’d always wanted to do. It felt great to finally achieve that goal, especially when Alby smiled into the kiss, hands cupping his jaw gently. 

When they pulled apart, Alby was smiling like a drunk, gaze so full of love it made Minho flush and shrink. He then met Alby’s eyes, no longer hesitating.

“Of course I’ll stay. I’ll always stay, I want to.” Alby answered him with a laugh, his eyes shining so brightly. It was going to be alright.

They were going to be okay. 

When they later on fell asleep again, holding hands with Newt and Thomas - their boyfriends - still sleeping soundly, Minho found himself slipping under surprisingly easily.

His heart felt at ease and somehow he sensed that it would all be worth it.

He’s going to be just fine.