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My heart is all yours to tend to, my dearests. I am a captive in your warm embraces, falling into sweetness that kisses my senses tenderly. I am giving you all I have, all I feel, bathing in a feeling running deeper than love, than affection, aimed at you, all for you. And there is nothing better than to feel my whole body shiver with adoration caused by your presence. I melt just like wax.
Forever yours, and you’re forever mine. Your hearts are so beautiful, my loves…
A blink, followed by a second one.
Stillness.
A soft hum escapes his throat as he blinks away the sleepiness that is pulling him back to itself, coming to his senses. He is wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and love, he immediately comes to realise. He smiles.
Another soft hum and he closes his eyes again in content, nuzzling into the warmth coming from his left side where Sang-woo, still asleep, lays, spooned by In-ho, who is on Sang-woo’s other side.
Gi-hun rises a bit to enjoy the sight of his lovers spooning, sound asleep, cheeks red from the heat their bodies are producing. In-ho’s chin is resting on Sang-woo’s shoulder, his face mildly hidden behind Sang-woo’s head. They both look so soft, so lovable and tender.
And Gi-hun’s heart completely melts.
He turns to look at the clock on the nightstand and the time shows it’s quite early, too early to rise from bed and be swayed away by work and the world outside. He can allow himself to stay in the warmth of the bed he shares with his lovers. He will.
He lays back, facing Sang-woo, still smiling, and wraps an arm around his waist, resting his hand where In-ho’s elbow is. Wrapping himself in their warmth, as he always loves to do.
And as he lays there, his thoughts overtake him.
Starting from the softness and comfort of the sheets beneath their bodies that lay on the huge king bed in their lovely apartment, to the love that is pouring from him for them. Not letting him go back to sleep.
He doesn’t want to go back to sleep when he could lay here, watching them sleep, be peacefully beautiful, vulnerable and soft, so easy to love. He doesn’t want to pull his eyes away from them.
Because he loves them so much, it is impossible to describe.
They would always tell him he has a heart full of love. And he’d always say that it’s all for them. Because it’s true. With every fiber of his body confirming, his love is all theirs.
And even if he has all the time in the world at his disposal, it would never be enough - he would never have enough time with Sang-woo and In-ho in the world. He would always want more and more, no matter in what way - he just wants them forever, loving him, loving each other, existing in the same space as him. His heart, his mind, his soul - they always desired for his lovers’ and always got filled with warmth because of them. He doesn’t believe in fate, but he believes that the three of them are made for each other.
Every word, every gesture, every emotion - everything they do and say, feel, has a deep meaning and purpose, importance to him. He isn’t good with descriptions and words to explain - but oh, he knows it’s a feeling so sacred and profound, so deep and strong, one he cannot let go of, one he holds on to, and that everything in him jumps with joy when he sees that same feeling reflected in their eyes, their words, their actions. He loves their love. It’s so beautiful and lovely, incredible and perfect…
He hums again, his eyes dizzy with adoration, and his free hand reaches out to tuck a bit of Sang-woo’s hair behind his ear. The action makes Sang-woo stir and nuzzle into Gi-hun’s body.
He is reeking with love. Sang-woo would tease him because he is so sentimental, such a romantic, and he would beam at him. Because Sang-woo and In-ho deserve to be loved. And he loves giving them his love. And they love it too. They show it in ways different from his - and they’re so devoted, it’s so sweet.
They’re his sweetnesses. His everything.
He stays like that for half an hour more until he decides he should make breakfast. He gently untangles himself from his lovers, sitting up in bed as he looks around for his slippers on the ground by the bed and just as he finds them, an arm wraps itself around his waist.
“Hyung…’’ Sang-woo’s sleepy, low voice sounds from behind him and Gi-hun shakes his head before turning back.
Both Sang-woo and In-ho are staring at him with sleepy, adorable eyes and he already knows what they want.
Hell, both of them were asleep 10 seconds ago, why do they always wake up when he needs to get up?
“Stay,’’ In-ho murmurs gently, reaching out a hand to Gi-hun that hangs in the air due to the distance. Sang-woo lets out a laugh at that and In-ho just presses his lips against Sang-woo’s shoulder.
How can he not stay when they’re so perfect?
With a sigh, Gi-hun lays back and immediately gets pulled into Sang-woo’s arms. And before he knows it, he is being kissed on the temple.
It’s soft, tender. Sang-woo’s lips linger and he closes his eyes, humming softly. He wraps an arm around both of his lovers, facing them, and soon enough, In-ho kisses his jaw.
“It’s too early to leave,’’ Sang-woo mutters against his temple before his lips land under Gi-hun’s eyes, kissing there.
“Far too early,’’ In-ho agrees and he kisses Gi-hun’s cheek.
Gi-hun cannot help the sigh that escapes his lips at being showered with kisses.
“I can’t, even if I wanted to,’’ he manages to utter before Sang-woo kisses his nose.
He could feel In-ho smiling against his cheek.
“Then don’t. Stay in our warmth.’’
And of course he does.
He opens his eyes and they’re both smiling at him so softly, so beautifully, his heartbeat races faster.
“Love you, dearests,’’ he whispers and they’re at it again, kissing his face stupid.
“Love you too.’’
“So much.’’
Cheek, nose, temple, jaw - they kiss everything, making him giddy and blushy, as they cherish him, still sleepy, refusing to let him go.
So sweet, like he is sacred.
And he knows he is - to them. They’d always tell him he is, never leaving a room for doubt. He has never doubted. Because of them.
They are so perfect, he feels like he could explode from love and adoration.
For a second, they stop, and he opens his eyes to see them staring at each other, still smiling. Probably debating whose turn is now for kisses.
Gi-hun settles their debate by pressing a forehead kiss to Sang-woo, then to In-ho’s cheek.
And soon enough, they get tangled in kisses.
Sang-woo and him kissing every part of In-ho’s face, his sweet limps and morning breath lingering under their lips, him and Inho taking turns kissing Sang-woo’s lips, Sang-woo and In-ho kissing him.
It’s addictive - always has been, always will be.
How they kiss like nothing else matters.
Like nothing else ever will.
Like they would never stop doing it.
They’ve been like that for many, many years.
And he loves it.
And he loves seeing them be sweet to each other - smiling against each other’s lips, noses brushing, holding each other close, colliding their lips in a sweet kiss that completely takes Gi-hun’s breath away as he watches it happen before his eyes.
He could never get tired of their love.
And as he gets pulled back into the kisses, his heart is filled with warmth and the most content anyone could feel.
Breakfast could wait.