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Jihoon was half awake, shoes lazily sliding into the elevator of their company building, ready to go home after a long afternoon of practice, when someone suddenly caught his arm and spun him around, pulling him out of the lift before the door could close.
“Jihoon-ah.”
“Huh?” Jihoon groaned tiredly, eyes half-lidded as his body was forced to turn. But the fatigue vanished in an instant when he saw who it was—his favorite Youngjae hyung.
“Hyung!” he chirped, instantly brightening up, his face splitting into a wide smile as he tiptoed with excitement. “What do you need? Want to go home together?!”
Youngjae froze, his expression tight for a second before—wait.
Was he… blushing?
Jihoon blinked. No way.
The Choi Youngjae who barely cracked a smile, who shoved him off the bed anytime he got too close, was standing there blushing like a nervous teenager?
What in the world was going on…?
“Well…” Youngjae began shyly, his cheeks flushed as he let out a quiet laugh. His gaze flicked up nervously to meet Jihoon’s.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go eat with me?”
Now it was Jihoon’s turn to freeze, heat rushing to his face.
“Hyung wants to eat with me…?” he blinked rapidly, jaw dropping. “You’re not eating alone in the recording room as usual?”
“No…” Youngjae murmured, his fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of Jihoon’s hoodie where he still had a gentle grip on his arm. “Hyung wants to eat with Jihoonie…”
Jihoon’s grin spread so wide it hurt. He slapped a hand over his mouth to hide his flustered laughter, but it only made him giggle harder, eyes sparkling.
“Sure, hyung! I love you—I mean, I’d love to eat with you!”
A soft, warm smile spread across Youngjae’s face at Jihoon’s response as he tugged his arm forward and linked their arms together.
“Let’s go then!”
“Yeah!” Jihoon grinned from ear to ear like he’d just won the lottery—except this was even better. “Let’s go, hyung!”
Just as he reached to press the elevator button, someone suddenly came up from his other side and linked arms with him, tugging tightly.
“Dohoon hyung?!” Jihoon yelped, flustered at the sight of his other favorite hyung—though he’d never admit that out loud, or Dohoon would never let him live it down.
Dohoon had a pout on his face as he pulled Jihoon closer.
“Jihoon-ah…I was wondering if you wanted to go to a cafe with me?”
“What?!” Jihoon gawked, blinking at him like he’d grown two heads.
“You want to go to a cafe…with me?!”
Dohoon flashed his puppy eyes before nodding timidly, faint blush dusting his cheeks.
Wait—hold on. The Kim Dohoon who crashed his Weverse lives just to roast him in front of thousands of people was blushing? At him?!
Something was definitely off…
Oh well. Jihoon wasn’t about to question a miracle. This was a rare, once in a lifetime event and he wasn’t about to waste a single second of it. He was a go-getter, after all!
An impatient tug on his left side made him nearly squeal when he came face to face with a pouting Youngjae, lips pursed adorably.
“Jihoon-ah…I really want to go eat with you,” he muttered, subtly pulling Jihoon closer. “You’ll go with me, won’t you?” he asked, batting his lashes and god bless Jihoon’s heart for not giving out on the spot.
Then came another tug from the right. Jihoon’s flustered gaze darted back to Dohoon, who gave him a sultry look.
“Jihoon-ah, the cafe serves really good drinks, I promise…”
Both hyungs started pulling at his arms, each trying to drag him their way. Jihoon burst into laughter, unable to contain his giddiness as he let them tug him around.
“Oh, come on, hyungs!” he tried to scold, but his laughter betrayed him. “I’m only one person!”
The tugging stopped, replaced by Youngjae’s soft, wounded voice.
“So you don’t want to go eat with hyung?”
Dohoon let go too, sulking now as he looked at Jihoon like a kicked puppy.
“So you don’t want to go to the cafe with me…?”
Jihoon paused, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. The elevator dinged open then, and though part of him wanted to see them fight over him a little longer, he decided to put them out of their misery.
“How about we go to both?” he suggested, nearly bouncing on his toes. “Let’s go eat together with Dohoonie,” he said to Youngjae, then turned to Dohoon, “and then we can all go to the cafe together after!”
Youngjae and Dohoon exchanged a look before nodding.
“Okay.” They agreed easily.
Then, without missing a beat, they both tugged at Jihoon’s arms again.
“But you’re sitting next to me.” They said in unison, making Jihoon squeal in delight, laughter echoing through the hallway.
At the restaurant, none of them could decide who got to sit next to Jihoon—so all three ended up squeezed into the same side of the booth with Jihoon in the middle, grinning so wide it felt like his smile might become permanent.
When the food arrived, Youngjae carefully wrapped a piece of meat in a lettuce leaf, his movements slow and deliberate, before bringing it to Jihoon’s lips.
“Here,” he said softly, feeding it straight into Jihoon’s mouth.
Jihoon had to bite his tongue to stop himself from dropping on one knee and proposing to Youngjae right then and there.
As if Youngjae, of all people, letting Jihoon—the youngest at the table—eat first wasn’t bizarre enough, Dohoon suddenly looped an arm around Jihoon’s other side and rested his head on his shoulder, suddenly acting needy.
“Dohoon hyung?!” Jihoon exclaimed, eyes wide and practically sparkling as he let out a startled laugh. “What are you doing?!”
“You’re not paying any attention to me at all, Jihoon-ah…” Dohoon mumbled, his voice soft and wounded. “Do you hate me after all…?”
“W-what?” Jihoon sputtered, laughing in disbelief. “Seriously, hyung!” He gave Dohoon a weird look—though it was clear from his bright grin that he was loving the attention.
“What’s wrong with you today?! Not that I don’t like it, but this is so unlike you!”
Dohoon’s pout only deepened. His fingers anxiously toyed with the edge of Jihoon’s hoodie. “What do you mean?”
“Jihoon-ah,” Youngjae suddenly called, gently cupping Jihoon’s chin and tilting his face back toward him. Another lettuce wrap was waiting in his hand. “Say ah,” he said with a soft smile, opening his mouth as a demonstration.
“Oh my god—” Jihoon shrieked in delight, grinning so wide his eyes crinkled. He leaned forward and chomped down—just a little too eagerly—accidentally biting Youngjae’s fingers in the process.
Jihoon froze, eyes wide. “Mmm sowwy, hyung—” he mumbled around a mouthful, chewing frantically to swallow.
But instead of scolding him with his usual “Yah!” Youngjae just pulled his hand back with a soft laugh, wiping his fingers with a napkin.
“It’s okay, Jihoon-ah. Hyung doesn’t mind.”
Jihoon nearly choked on his food, but managed to swallow in time before the shock reached his system.
Then came another timid tug at his arm.
“Jihoon-ah…” Dohoon whined, low and needy. He inched closer until their thighs pressed together. “Can you give me some attention too? You’re not even looking at me…”
Jihoon whipped his head around so fast he almost got whiplash—from the speed and from the way Dohoon was gazing up at him with those damn sultry, puppy eyes, looking like he was in some kind of fever haze.
Jihoon’s face flamed when Dohoon leaned in, their foreheads bumping gently together.
“You’re always so mean to me…” Dohoon murmured. “But hyung can’t help but keep loving you.”
Jihoon’s breath hitched. His heart threatened to stop altogether. He was going to combust—right here, right now.
He jerked his head back, flustered beyond belief, but Dohoon only tightened his grip on Jihoon’s arm.
“W-what are you saying!” Jihoon whined, laughing nervously as his ears turned red. “Hyung, seriously—”
Before he could finish, Youngjae suddenly wrapped his arms around Jihoon’s waist from behind and buried his face into the crook of his neck. Jihoon let out a high-pitched scream at the unexpected contact, his whole body jolting in shock.
Then Dohoon joined in, hugging him from the front.
“Jihoon-ah, what do you think of hyung?” they both asked at the same time, squeezing him tightly between them.
“Ah, seriously!” Jihoon wailed, face burning as he squirmed between them. “I know I’m a hot, sexy, friendly boss baby, but we can’t be doing this in public!”
Dohoon lifted his head from Jihoon’s chest, giving him a hopeful look.
“Then can we do it in the bedroom?” he murmured, his teeth grazing his lower lip.
Jihoon let out a strangled gawk, followed by a scream that sounded far too happy for his own good.
“Don’t be saying such weird things in public!”
They didn’t end up making it to the cafe. They’d spent so much time at the restaurant—Youngjae continuously spoiling Jihoon with mouthfuls of meat, and Dohoon clinging to him from the side, refusing to eat unless Jihoon fed him—that by the time the bills were paid and they stepped outside, the other members were already urging them back to the dorm for a group evaluation.
It sounded strange—since it was Kyungmin of all people initiating it—shouldn’t that be the leader’s job?—but Jihoon barely had time to think as he stepped into the living room, now changed into sweats. Youngjae and Dohoon were seated on the floor, legs crossed, waiting for the remaining three members to arrive. The moment they saw him, they suddenly patted their laps, silently motioning for him to come on over.
“Jihoon-ah, sit on my lap,” they both said at the same time, their tone perfectly in sync.
Jihoon laughed in disbelief, stumbling back slightly, hand over his mouth. Okay, yeah…something was definitely in the air today.
But who cared? If this was a dream, he was going to ride it out to the very end!
“I’m heavy though…” Jihoon giggled as he approached the two hyungs, who were giving him pleading looks, silently begging to be chosen. “How about I sit on both of you?!”
Dohoon immediately pouted at that.
“Jihoon-ah…you’ve been rejecting me all day…”
Jihoon couldn’t help the little coo that escaped his lips, slapping a hand over his mouth at how impossibly cute Dohoon looked. He wished he had a camera to capture this rare moment forever.
“What are you saying!” he laughed, settling onto the floor across from his two hyungs with his legs crossed, their expectant eyes still fixed on him, waiting for him to make a choice.
“Since when did I reject you?!”
“It’s obvious you like Youngjae more,” Dohoon sulked, throwing a sad glance at Youngjae, who was seated next to him, before turning back to Jihoon. “You’re always so nice to Youngjae…you talk about him on radio shows, you’re always emotionally and physically affectionate with him, and you even said you’d switch roommates to be with Youngjae if we ever had the chance to swap.”
“What?!” Jihoon’s jaw dropped in pure shock, but he couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculously cute Dohoon looked throwing a tantrum. His ears burned red as he kicked his feet, grinning through the chaos.
“Ah seriously, hyung!” he wailed, enjoying every second of it. “You’re the one who’s always picking fights with me first! Of course, compared to Youngjae, our relationship’s a bit rougher, but that doesn’t mean I like you any less!”
Somehow that only made Dohoon look sadder, his eyes losing all their spark.
“So it’s hyung’s fault that you don’t like me…?”
“Yah!” Jihoon shouted, laughing loudly, the informality slipping out before he even realized. “I just said that I like you!”
“Does that mean you don’t like me…?” Youngjae’s soft, sad voice cut through the chaos, and Jihoon froze, eyes wide, speechless.
“Oh my god—hyungggg!!” he wailed, kicking his feet harder, fingers tugging at his hair in frustration. His grin, however, only grew wider—he was enjoying this more than he expected.
“I like you too, Youngjae hyung!” he declared shamelessly, voice loud and proud.
Youngjae and Dohoon exchanged a quick look, then simultaneously got on their knees, crawling toward him until their faces pressed close to his, so near he could feel their breath on his cheek.
Jihoon slapped a palm over his mouth to suppress a squeal, but a gurgling, helpless sound escaped anyway at the sight of both hyungs on their knees for him.
Oh god. Kill him now.
“Between us, who do you like more?” they purred in unison, eyes half-lidded and glinting with a seductive shine.
“I—” Jihoon’s mouth parted, then suddenly went dry as his gaze darted between the two of them, from their boba-like eyes down to their soft, plump kissable lips.
“I…I don’t know!” he wailed, falling backward, his head hitting the floor as his body finally combusted under the sheer weight of pressure.
After the group evaluation, Jihoon bolted straight into the shower before anyone could even suggest rock paper scissoring for the order. His head was swimming with so many thoughts—many of them not so innocent—and he needed to wash away his sins ASAP.
He had dashed in so fast—mostly to beat Junghwan from using his “leader privilege” to shower first—that he didn’t realize he’d forgotten to bring a change of clothes until he was already dripping wet and stepping out.
With a sigh, he grabbed the towel he had taken from Youngjae’s room and wrapped it tightly around his waist before emerging from the bathroom.
He padded into his room to grab some clothes only for his breath to die in his throat at the sight before him.
Dohoon was sprawled across Jihoon’s bed in a white tank top, holding his blanket to his face and sniffing it.
“H-hyung—what are you doing?” he croaked, a nervous laugh bubbling from his chest as he took a hesitant step forward to his bed.
Dohoon glanced up at him lazily, then pressed the blanket closer to his nose, inhaling loudly as his gaze lingered on Jihoon—shameless and slow.
“You took too long in the shower,” Dohoon murmured. “Missed you.”
Jihoon swallowed hard, one knee sinking into the mattress as he hovered over Dohoon. Water dripped from his hair onto the sheets and onto Dohoon but neither seemed to care.
“That’s a bit dangerous,” Jihoon chuckled, biting his lip as his gaze darkened. “If you keep doing this, I might…” He let the words trail off, hanging heavy in the air.
Dohoon’s lips curled into a knowing smile. He dropped the blanket, looped his arms around Jihoon’s neck, and tugged him down until their chests pressed together, the towel around Jihoon’s hips barely hanging on.
“Whatever you’re thinking,” Dohoon said lowly, thumb brushing Jihoon’s bottom lip, “just do it. You have my permission.”
That was all it took for Jihoon’s self-control to snap. He surged forward and crashed their lips together, groaning at the heat and softness of Dohoon’s mouth against his own. Dohoon moaned softly as he titled his head to deepen the kiss, his back arching as he pressed himself closer, chasing Jihoon’s mouth like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space.
Just when Jihoon prodded his tongue against Dohoon’s lips, demanding entrance, someone yanked him back by his shoulder with enough force to rip him and Dohoon apart.
“What the hell—” Jihoon hissed, spinning around, ready to glare—only for the fire to die immediately when he saw Youngjae standing there, expression dark and unreadable.
“Hyung,” Jihoon panted, stumbling to his feet in pure panic. His pulse raced as guilt, shock, and embarrassment crashed into him all at once. He couldn’t believe it was Youngjae of all people who had just walked in on him half-naked and kissing Dohoon like his life depended on it.
He opened his mouth, an explanation forming—but Youngjae merely raised a finger, pressing it against Jihoon’s lips to silence him.
Then he smiled, soft and bright.
“I want you to kiss me too.”
Jihoon swallowed, trembling as he reached up to cradle Youngjae’s face. Then, with a sudden burst of boldness, he squished Youngjae’s cheeks together and leaned in—
Only to freeze at the sharp, repetitive tapping on his shoulder.
“Jihoon-ah. Nap time’s over. Wake up.”
Junghwan’s stern voice cut through the haze.
When Jihoon peeled his eyes open, he wasn’t wrapped in one of Youngjae’s towels nor was he on his bed with Dohoon, who he was certain he had been making out with just a minute ago. Instead, he was lying on the cold, hard floor, the squeak of shoes—only heard in a practice room—filling his ears. And it wasn’t Youngjae’s face staring down at him, but Junghwan’s.
Jihoon closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, ran a hand through his damp hair, and then jolted upright with a scream loud enough to deafen himself.
“HYUNG!!” he wailed, sitting up so fast that he smacked Junghwan square in the forehead.
“YAH!” Junghwan cried out loudly, falling on his ass and clutching his throbbing head. “What the hell was that for?!”
“HYUNG!!” Jihoon continued to shout, flailing his arms and kicking his feet, whining and crying all at once before collapsing back onto the floor to thrash.
“Why did you have to wake me up?! I was literally one millisecond away from kissing Youngjae hyung—”
The music stopped. The squeaking shoes halted. Jihoon’s mouth snapped shut as he glanced back at Junghwan, whose face mirrored pure horror. Then Jihoon noticed Dohoon and Youngjae had paused their practice, eyes wide as they stared at him.
“Um…” Jihoon’s voice dropped to a sheepish murmur, a pink flush creeping across his cheeks. “I just…had a dream…that’s all…teehee…”
Junghwan frowned, a judgmental look on his face. “Teehee?”
Jihoon groaned, burying his face in his palms, mortified beyond measure.
“What did you dream about?” Youngjae’s voice drew nearer, his footsteps unmistakable—don’t ask Jihoon how he knew it was his foosteps specifically—before he skidded to a stop in front of him.
Jihoon took a moment to gather himself, letting his nerves settle before flipping back into his bubbly, shameless self. In exactly five seconds, he lifted his face from his palms and flashed Youngjae a shameless, mischievous grin.
“I dreamt that you and Dohoon hyung were fighting over me!” he chirped, lowering his voice as his grin widened. “For my love, specifically.”
Youngjae blinked, taken aback for a split second, before scoffing. Jihoon wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating Youngjae’s ears turning red.
“For what reason did I have to appear in your dreams? We already see each other 24/7, 365 days a year!” Youngjae let out a soft, surprised laugh as he bent down to pick up his jacket from the floor.
Dohoon crouched down in front of him next, his grin wide and teasing. Jihoon swallowed hard as his gaze landed on those lips—the very lips he’d made out with only minutes ago.
“So…who won?” Dohoon asked, smirking.
Jihoon was half awake, shoes lazily sliding into the elevator of their company building, ready to go home after a long afternoon of practice, when someone suddenly caught his arm and spun him around, pulling him out of the lift before the door could close.
“Jihoon-ah.”
“Huh?” Jihoon groaned tiredly, eyes half-lidded as his body was forced to turn. But the fatigue vanished in an instant when he saw who it was—his favorite Youngjae hyung.
“Hyung!” he chirped, instantly brightening up, his face splitting into a wide smile as he tiptoed with excitement. “What do you need? Want to go home together?!”
Then, Jihoon froze. Wait. What. This scenario seemed familiar…almost too familiar.
“Well…” Youngjae began shyly, his cheeks flushed as he let out a quiet laugh. His gaze flicked up nervously to meet Jihoon’s.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go eat with me?”