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San is officially done. Like completely absolutely. He doesn’t know what their deal is, but it’s getting on his nerves and that’s not good. He has ranted about it to Wooyoung but his annoying best friend has been utterly useless- so, nothing new.
“Seriously, Sannie, I think you all just need to bone” He snickers.
“For the last time, I am not sleeping with people who are already in a relationship. That’s unethical- and awful. And it’s also called cheating”
“Meh, just sleep with them at the same time. Problem solved!”
“Yeosang, please tell me what you just heard isn’t the most stupidest thing ever?” San is exasperated enough to involve Yeosang. The blonde man just sighs, he doesn’t want to deal with this duo, much less get involved in their latest argument. It never ends well.
“Well, I think it is.” San smiles at his answer “You should save that for after you’re done actually communicating with them”
“What!?”
“San, it’s obvious they are flirting with you- and seeing how it’s been going on for like months- I’d say they are serious” Yeosang explained, though really, he doesn’t get how hard it is to understand. Leave it to San to take a good opportunity and overthink the hell out of it.
“Flirting? Flirting? what does anything from endlessly teasing me, every single time, making fun of me, always trying to annoy me say they are flirting?”
“Hey, didn’t they buy you those sexy suits? And those weekly gifts? You told me they sent a delivery of your favorite honeycomb cake that’s just impossible to get? And what ab-”
“Enough, Woo” San glared at the man sprawled over his couch, halfway drunk. He had dragged Yeosang over to San’s apartment just to ‘hang out’.
“Oh? So the Nike shoes you wanted to donate were-”
“Yep, a gift from those two.” Wooyoung interrupted again “I mean he has such great company with even greater things, does it make sense he’s just letting it pass by?”
Then Yeosang is turning his eyes toward San, raising his brow in question, curious as to why San isn’t deterring from his decision. It’s a good- no- better chance to get out of his flunk. San sighs at the face of two unyielding pairs of eyes staring at him.
“I just… I don’t know if I should, it’s not that easy, alright? And they are best friends slash lovers, getting between them just equals you being the lesser partner- and- Woo, you and I know better than anyone how people feel about getting into our lives. They always get jealous about how close we are and how we always put each other first-”
“Well, at least this confirms you like them too” Yeosang smirks, San shutters at the conclusion, starting to protest against it when Wooyoung starts speaking again.
“Yeah, but they were never people we loved, Sannie. Until Seonghwa, you never canceled our plans, and actually stopped getting jealous when Yeo and I hung out-”
“Do you really need to bring that up again?” He grumbles, embarrassed at remembering how he used to react before. Yeosang couldn’t help chuckling at that. Jealous San was adorable.
“Yeah, because you truly did like him, and hell, even after breaking up, it’s like nothing happened- I still find you in his lap when he comes to visit or you kissing his cheeks in the photos. And I can never understand how you can be so touchy-feely with your ex” Wooyoung huffs, it was so shocking when he found San snuggling with Seonghwa after two weeks of their breakup. It wasn’t a messy one, of course, a mutual decision and they promised to stay friends when it all went down. Wooyoung assumed it wouldn’t be possible, given how much San liked the older man but one night, coming home late, seeing them tangled together- he thought maybe they have made up or something. But no, Seonghwa was actually seeing Hongjoong and he was just here to hang out with San. It’s already been a year since they stopped dating, and yet, somehow, their friendship is still thriving.
“Hongjoongie hyung is taking good care of him,” San says, smiling “Plus hyung and I are better as friends- though I do miss us sometimes, we both wanted different things. And I am happy for him”
“You’re just too good of a human, San. Because I can bet no one is as forgiving and nice as you are”
“Agreed to that” Yeosang raises his glass.
“Whatever” San grumbled.
“Anyway, my point was, things change when you meet someone you’re really into. They seem to be into you, and if they both are pursuing you- they must have talked it out and agreed they want you- nothing is stopping you from giving it a try. What if they are besties? They like you- and I mean it when I say, nobody can not give you attention if you’re naked below them- or just walking around with a crop top and boxers”
Both San and Yeosang looked at him, part curiously and part in surprise. Wooyoung shrugged like he didn’t say anything out of the blue.
“What? Are you saying you don’t find San hot?” He asked Yeosang, who didn’t deny it, just gave an expression that said ‘kinda…’ with slight guilt. “See, my bestie is the hottest chick in the room so-”
“Wooyoung, stop talking” San is blushing red by the end, trying to gather his thoughts “It’s just- it’s too risky and-”
“Oh come on! A racer and a boxer want to fuck you to Sunday- that’s the most exciting thing that has happened to you in years of your straight-laced teaching life! How about you live a little!” Wooyoung is way too frustrated than one should be, San thinks, backing away slightly as the man rubs his head in annoyance.
“I think Wooyoung is right about that, Sannie” a new voice.
“Hwa hyung?”
“Since I knew what this conversation would lead to, I took the liberty of calling him- so he can handle your stubborn ass while I drop that idiot to his room and maybe have a nap too” Yeosang clarifies, showing his phone, which had a chatbox opened with the last message being ‘San 911, I am not dealing with this again’.
San smiled sheepishly, he knew Yeosang preferred to not be involved in any drama but Wooyoung always managed to get him on board. He nodded at the blonde, telling him to stay the night with Wooyoung if he wants to. Yeosang took the offer with a nod and dragged the drunk man towards his room.
“So? You still haven’t accepted those two?” Seonghwa asks, smiling knowingly at San, who slumps on the couch, already tired. The older man makes his way to him and settles beside him, putting a comforting hand over his shoulder.
“Hyung… I am just… not sure-”
“Are you feeling insecure? Because of the stark difference between theirs and your life?”
“… I hate how you still see through me so well” San mumbles, pouting at him, at which Seonghwa just laughs, peppering light kisses all over his face with how adorable he was being, “hyung! Stop!” he giggled.
“Of course, baby, I know you very well. Now come clean to me”
“Fine… it’s just- you heard Woo, right? I am an elementary teacher- and they are- Yunho is a freaking car racer and Mingi is a boxer- and a very good one at that- both of them. I- I do like them but it’s too much, they are always breathing down my neck and always shower me with so much attention- I feel like they are just- doing it for fun- because my reactions are entertaining for them”
“Have you told them about all this?”
“What, no way!”
“Sannie, if you don’t ask them head-on about their intentions and tell them how you are feeling- this will not stop. You can’t keep making yourself feel bad, you are perfect, baby- and I would know better than anyone” San smiles at that, well, that is true, Seonghwa is probably the only one who knows how he gets when dating.
“You don’t know them hyung, they are never serious! They keep on going on and on about how tiny I am- or short- or I am like a cat and stupid bullshit like that. It’s annoying. And I can’t even counter because they are huge bastards! Not that there's that much difference. And they always make stupid sexual comments and-”
“Comments? Like what?”
“Ah…u-umm-”
“Tell me” Seonghwa prods, he’s finally making progress, San had refused to talk about the duo but it seems they are wearing him down.
“…like how I would look under th-them and… they w-want to mess- uh! Just- just stupid stuff!” San finishes abruptly, a red hue taking over his skin. Seonghwa still adores his easily flustered self.
“But they haven’t snapped yet?”
“What do you mean?”
“Isn’t that what’s bothering you? Despite them saying all those things and even Wooyoung saying they are into you- they haven’t actually made a proper move. Or asked you out without teasing you.”
“…kind of?”
“Alright, I have a solution” Seonghwa's mischievous grin is never a good sign.
~*~
San was nervous.
He hadn’t seen those two for two weeks, they were busy, he knew. But today was a parent-teacher meeting, and he had a feeling they would be coming for sweet little Ella. It was a wonder how a teacher like him got to know people so outside his element.
Apparently, Ella’s mother was a very busy person too, and in place of her, Mingi had come to pick her up. Of course, since he wasn’t on the list, San was called to make sure they weren’t sending Ella with a stranger. Then it all started, at first, it was Mingi who started flirting with him shamelessly- San almost gave him his number but then a sleek black ride pulled over in front of the school gate, introducing Yunho who just came up and kissed Mingi right in front of him. San felt like he was played- and he stifled his anger, just because someone flirted doesn’t mean it was serious. But then, the both of them started pestering him- and the rest is the history.
Seonghwa told him just one thing to say- but San was too anxious- what if they were only playing around? But he had promised Seonghwa he would- the older man swore it would work- so he’s gonna put his pride on line and just… do it.
“Alright, Ella sweetheart, where’s your mother? You’re the last student for the meeting” San asked gently, sitting beside her as she waited outside his office. In most things, her family came last- so the kid was used to it. San had taken a habit of storing some snacks and activities when it happens so Ella isn’t bored if he’s busy with paperwork.
“She won’t be coming for it, teacher”
“Oh dear, it’s okay. How about I call your ride? We can pick this up later” She shook her head.
“Oppa said he would come instead of her… but I guess he is busier than he expected,” She said in a small voice. San felt bad for her. She was her favorite student and way mature for five years old- but he liked having her in his class.
“It’s no issue darling, we can always do it later- no rush at all”
“Are- are you sure? Won’t you get in trouble?” ah, such a sweet girl.
“Of course no, sweetheart. Now-”
“Sorry, we are late!” San hated how his heart sped just at the familiar voices. Damn, he’s screwed, isn’t he? He lifted his head to see two giants standing in the hallway. He gulped at the sight, Yunho was wearing a black and red leather jacket and leather pants, and his half gloves looked torn, but overall, he looked like a manga character come alive. Mingi on the other hand, wore all black inside and blue and red robe-slash-jacket, white bandages wrapped around his knuckles and two band-aids on his forehead and on the bridge of his nose. It looked like they were coming after a well-played match.
“Oppa!” Ella squealed, delighted at seeing both of them, and jumped right into Yunho’s arms who kissed her forehead delicately before letting Mingi carry her.
“How’s my baby?” Mingi coos, all soft and nice, the traces of hard-ass fighter gone as he talked to her. It was adorable. While they interacted, Yunho walked toward San, his expression apologetic.
“We are very sorry, we must have kept you waiting”
“Oh, uh, it’s fine” San shutters out, the conversations keep playing in his head and he couldn’t pay attention to whatever Yunho was saying. God, he needed to get a grip. Then he looked around, he didn’t realize how late it was, aside from the cleaning staff and security, nobody was there in the school. “We can do this on the weekend again, the guard will be coming to close the place so-” He was disappointed, he won’t lie. He was looking forward to spending at least ten minutes with them- even if he was in glaring denial regarding his feelings.
“Shoot. Ah, we both have… schedule on weekends- it was hard as it is to drop by today.” Yunho mutters, looking downcast, nibbling on his lips like he was thinking of some solution. San was about to repeat that they could do this other time too- they actually can’t but… San is an idiot.
“Does location matter for the meeting?” Mingi suddenly asks. San looked at him in confusion but shook his head thoughtfully- sometimes it’s fine if they do it on call too. He just hoped to see them again soon- but oh well. The two best friends shared a look before Yunho broke into a grin.
“How about we treat you to an apology dinner?”
“Huh?”
“We can have the meeting and make up to you for making you wait so long” Mingi nodded enthusiastically, and they both looked at him expectantly. San took a few seconds to think, Seonghwa said their attempt at asking him out may be borne in form of excuses but nonetheless, it’s their way of asking without putting him on the spot. He decided to fuck it, take a chance, it might screw things over- or not, but whatever this is, it ends today with a proper verdict.
“I guess free food sounds good” He replied, as they watched him with wide eyes at his response- they didn’t expect him to finally take up on their offer. San almost took it back once he started overanalyzing it but then two bright smiles were thrown his way, and his throat felt stuck.
“Awesome! Yunho will drop Ella home and we can go to this amazing restaurant- they have the best Italian food. It’s nearby so we can walk there until this dork gets back”
“Oh, of course- I mean sure. I-I should um- I am gonna wrap up then” San curses internally, why the fuck was he stuttering so much? Mingi and Yunho shared a smile, they resisted teasing the shorter man, it was the first time San accepted anything willfully, they didn’t wanna jeopardize that.
The walk towards the restaurant was… weirdly nice. Of course, Mingi did tease him a little, and complimented him for no reason, but they actually talked in a way that didn’t scream ‘strangers’. Because let’s be honest, he didn’t know much about them, aside from their occupation and relation to Ella. He wasn’t even sure about that either. Once they reached the destination, the walk being about fifteen minutes long, San was taken aback at how posh and huge the hotel was. He had no idea something like this was near the school. Yunho was already waiting for them, having changed into a… suit? San gulped- he looked so handsome, fucking hell. Thankfully, he was wearing something akin to a suit too as it was a formal day today- he preferred tee and jeans better- but parent-teacher meeting requires shirt-pants- the whole charade.
“Here” Yunho gives Mingi a brown long coat who changed into it hurriedly- San couldn’t help wondering, is this supposed to be a date? Why were they changing their clothes? Is it because it’s a rich place?
“Thanks, Yunho-ah” then he turns to San, reaching for his hand “Shall we?” San takes it reluctantly, letting himself be dragged inside the hotel, Yunho opens the door for them even though there was a guard to do that.
It was quite early to have dinner, but he didn’t eat anything since breakfast so he wasn’t complaining. They ordered for him and themselves, ordering some hard-named wine, sitting way too close to him. They were given their own booth, but both of them sat on either side- thighs touching. The best friends weren’t too focused on eating but they fussed over him, asking him if he liked it, if there was anything else he needed, etc, etc. He finally relaxed into the warm atmosphere, the food was a-fucking-fantastic and so was the company. He almost asked himself, why didn’t he accept sooner?
It wasn’t until dessert did they finally start with their flirty comments and teasing. San glared at them with red cheeks, somehow he was being affected more than before. Seonghwa’s advice came back into his mind, but he decided to chicken out, he probably can’t pull it off anyway. Plus it was going well-
“Sannie, how can your waist be so tiny?” This question again.
“I know right? I don’t know if it’s cute or hot”
“It’s really adorable, you’re shorter than us-” San has had enough, he wasn’t even that short. But they seemed to be into this- or whatever. Before Mingi can jump on the ‘oh you’re so tiny’ train, San interrupted- his heart thudding as he attempted to sound and look confident.
“Oh yeah?” he whispers, enough to be audible by the two people sticking to him like glue, they paused at his smirk, intrigued- here goes nothing, “then why don’t you put some inches in me?”
Two choked noises. San smiled gleefully, finally, it was worth saying such an embarrassing thing. But after months of teasing, San had never seen them be so flustered. Unfortunately, he couldn’t enjoy it for long, as he was unceremoniously thrown over Yunho’s shoulder as they cursed repeatedly.
“Hey! What are y-”
“you go ahead, I will wrap things here,” Mingi says, his voice deeper than usual as Yunho nods before hurrying out of the booth. The halls were silent, most people inside their own private area and then he was going upstairs, not replying to any of his questions and protests.
He was dropped on- probably the most expensive mattress ever- and made a small noise. His voice stuck in his throat as he took in Yunho, who was staring at him hungrily, with barely-restrained lust, ready to pounce.
“Did you mean it?” Yunho asks seriously, San didn’t think he has ever seen him be like this “We- We have been trying to have you here since- since months- do you really mean it?”
“Is… is this- are we gonna date?” San asks instead. He needs to make sure, even if he decided to try it- this can't be just a whim. Yunho nods slowly, still waiting for the answer patiently, though it just made him look scary. “Then yes, I mean it”
“Is it okay if we took things fast tonight?”
“Yes” he murmurs, and Yunho is on him instantly.
“Fuck, darling, the stunt you pulled downstairs- you almost made us take you right there. Do have any idea what you do to us?” He growls as he gets rid of San’s clothes, he swore to Mingi he wouldn’t start anything before he arrives, so he’s distracting himself for now. San makes little sounds as gentle yet impatient hands roam over him.
“Y-Yeah? H-how would a boring tea-teacher like me do anything to you?”
“There’s nothing boring about you, babe” Mingi enters the room, he is grinning, looking happier as he removes his coat and undoes the buttons, his expression is devouring and San heats up “All we can think about is how we wanna ruin you, completely, just take you apart and leave nothing for anyone else, right, Yun?”
“Fuck yes, we’d been wanting to kiss your sassy mouth for ages-”
“-and fuck your perky little ass”
“Would you let us?”
“we will make you feel so good”
How could San possibly deny? Two Greek gods staring at him like starved men- he just had to give in. He wanted them so much, so much it hurt.
So he gave in.
San almost panics when wakes up the next day, first the school- but then he remembers it’s Sunday, then he looks at two big hands wrapped tightly around him- it’s Yunho. Yesterday night flashes inside his mind, he cannot believe that actually happened- if he didn’t have an obvious reminder clinging to him, he would have chalked it up to reoccurring wet dreams. The things they did to him, he shuddered, he knew they were far from innocent but they were filthier than he expected- and he really wasn’t expecting to get railed on the first date. They didn’t let him rest at all last night, not until he fell asleep from exhaustion- now that he thinks about it, his whole body was aching, especially his back and throbbing pain in his… wrist? He checked his hands only to find pink hand-shaped bruises on both of his wrists.
Obviously, he had a wild night. Wooyoung would be proud, he thought, trying to stop thinking about all the activities they got up to, he didn’t think he can get hard after all that. With quite a difficulty, he manages to escape Yunho’s hold, wrapping the grey sheets around his extremely naked self. But the moment his legs hit the ground to stand up, they wobble and he’s tumbling down immediately with a loud yelp.
That wakes up Yunho and Mingi opens the bathroom door to check out what happened. San groans as he attempts to get up, his lower body is destroyed.
Apparently, he forgot they fucked him way too hard.
“Fuck, couldn’t you both have been a little gentle!?” He grumbles, letting Yunho pull him up.
“What did you expect, darling? You did make us wait for a long time-”
“-and we have a good sex drive” Yunho shrugs.
“Also, I remember you moaning for more when Yunho pinned you and fucked you the third time- so we are not the only ones to blame” he grins before slapping San’s blanket-covered ass. The shorter man squeaks, shooting daggers at the offending party, his face is already pink.
“J-Just shut up” He ends up saying, unable to retort, his mind completely blank except for the thoughts of these two circling around. He makes another attempt to stand up but then he realizes, he physically can’t. They actually broke him. Yunho chuckles at him, San is about to snap at them for continuous teasing but then he is being carried bridal style, Yunho’s gentle smile directed at him.
“I am gonna take care of you,” he says quietly, and San’s hands tighten around his neck.
“Oooh, bathroom sex?” Mingi asks excitedly.
“Oh hell no, I don’t think I can-” Then there’s that same dark lust clouding over their faces, Mingi is grinning like he’s about to go for a fight and Yunho’s eyes have narrowed. “Please- no mor-”
~*~
“Look who’s back” Wooyoung’s voice almost makes him jump. He was hoping to sneak in without letting his roommate know but oh well. The room is dimmed, but San can make out three figures sitting on the couch. He can’t believe Wooyoung called the other two- again.
“…hello there, Woo”
“Where the fuck were you? I called you like bazillion times!”
“First of all- that’s imposs-”
“Fucking answer me, you dumbass!”
“Alright, alright, geez” San mutters, walking slowly to the living room, each step hurts so much, he just wanna lay down for a week. They notice his limp.
“Are you hurt, Sannie?” Seonghwa asks with concern. Yeosang gets up to turn the lights on, their apartment is shadowed by other buildings so natural lighting is hard to get in the place. He can see how all of them stare at his clothes- more like- not his clothes. It was Yunho’s tee and Mingi’s trousers, they told him that they will send back his clothes later, for now, he should wear fresh ones. And it was pretty obvious the tee didn’t belong to him- he doesn’t have something that baggy in his closet- he usually steals it from Yeonjun or Soobin but they all are slender here.
He checks his phone, he feels bad but something warm settles in his chest, twenty missed calls from Wooyoung, five from Yeosang, and eight from Seonghwa. Hell, even Hongjoong had called him. In retrospect, he should have informed Wooyoung but he was too busy panicking.
“…San…” three pairs of eyes are watching him carefully, noticing all the odd details, from his half-wet hair, his limp, different outfit, bruises peeking from his tee- “did you get laid?” It’s Yeosang.
“W-Weeell, kind of.”
“You bitch-”
“Pipe down, Wooyoung,” Seonghwa says “what happened?” Like he knows something.
“Oh god, let me sit at least” The sigh of relief leaves his lips as his ass meets the worn-out couch, god, his body was aching all over again. “So… I went on a date with them”
“With them?”
“Those hotties?”
“Yunho and Mingi?”
“Uhuh, yes. They asked me for dinner- I said why not since all of you bugged me, then uh- I-”
“You did what I told you to” Seonghwa finally realizes, he’s smirking, laughing when San flushes immediately, making Wooyoung eye him in suspicion.
“Ye-Yeah, and um, so we also did it”
“That explains the limping” Yeosang says like he is noticing something about the weather, nodding at him. “Good job, I guess.”
“Wow, the hot chick finally-”
“Wooyoung, shut up”
“I can’t believe you actually slept with them, and on the first date? What happened to my best friend?” San flips him off in reply, which makes their attention shift to the perfectly shaped and renewed red print on his wrist. “Someone had a wild night, huh? I am so proud of you, baby. I knew they would be kinky little shits, is your ass alive?”
“Woo, swear to god I will kill you if you don’t shut up” He mumbled, wanting nothing more than a good nap.
“you brat, you had me so worried! But oh, you were having the best night of your life!”
“I am sorry, okay? I just forgot- I was too nervous to think about anything else, so-” Wooyoung’s eyes softened, his best friend was in too deep, how can he forget?
“…so like, all good? How are you feeling?” he asks quietly.
“really tired but uh, better,” San says shyly.
“Fine, I will forgive you for freaking me out. Hyung got us food, ya hungry?”
“…’m famished” at that, Wooyoung and Yeosang go inside the kitchen to set the table, it was lunchtime. Seonghwa got some water and aspirin for San, sitting beside him, silent.
“Thanks, hyung”
“Anytime, Sannie” He speaks softly, letting San lean into him, his head over his shoulder and hand curling around the younger in comfort.
~*~
He opens his eyes when he feels another weight climbing over him. It’s Mingi.
He smiles fondly, his back relaxed against Yunho’s chest who was reading a book about cars, leaning back at the arm of the sofa. He had pulled San over his lap when he came out of their shared bedroom, in only Mingi’s tee and a boxer, hot chocolate in his hand courtesy of the giant, so he was sprawled on top of Yunho, one of his big hands resting over his waist and the other holding the book. San at first scrolled social on his mobile but then it was too nice and warm so he let himself fall asleep again. Then Mingi came on him, both of his hands wrapping around his hips as he laid his head on San’s stomach, sighing happily. His hand automatically reached the mop of Mingi’s hair, caressing them gently as Mingi dozed off on top of him.
It was so tenderly domestic, San felt the happiest at this moment right now. The two truly cared for him so much, so excruciatingly, that San knew he was falling fast and hard for them. And there was no going back with how much love he felt inside. It was perfect. Aside from the fact that they were like beasts in the bedroom and leave him wrecked and ruined for the next days, he was quite content with his life.
A racer, a boxer, and a teacher. Who would have thought?
As Mingi snored softly from below, sandwiched between such warmth and Yunho’s light random kisses on his hair, his ears, his neck, and “Ella is coming tonight, Mingi brought all the materials for your teaching aid, what are we making this time?” whispered in extreme adoration, San let himself fall.