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· agatha x wooyoung x san · chapter 2 · wooyoung felt like doing some fanservice at ateez's fanmeeting, but his boyfriends didn't like that idea.

Wooyoung could be a deity or the Pope at that moment, and San would continue to look at him with the ferocity that belonged to him, by birth, due to so many provocations made that day by the youngest. On the other hand, Agatha oversaw the fight from afar, as if nothing concerned her — but it did, despite the ordeals. It's not like it didn't work like that every single time: the three of them were always faced with a situation similar to that, at least once a month, and for the most stupid reasons of jealousy, but it was a fact. A fact that the three were fully aware of, but had no purpose of reversing it.

— You whine about me, but at the first opportunity, you rub your ass against Yunho, Wooyoung! ON STAGE! And do I have to keep quiet about it? Knowing that if I open any phone, it's the only thing I'll see? — San shouted, his voice reverberating around the room.

— San, come on... It's not like he fucked me, goddammit! Stop being a hypocrite, we do these things for money! Everyday!

— You do…? — She asked, sarcastically.

— I DO NOT!! I respect our relationship enough for me to not think that it is normal to behave like an animal! Is it so hard to understand, you bitch?

— Oh right, so we are calling each other names now…

— DON’T ACT LIKE YOU’RE ALL INNOCENT! On god, you get on my nerves sometimes! Fuck!

That discussion could last hours. Days, if they liked it that way, and for a simple motive: San had felt that Wooyoung was too close to Yunho during the last few days, and that unsettled him deeply. The hands, the looks, the way Wooyoung dared to act like that right there, in front of his boyfriend, infuriated him.

But nothing infuriated him more than seeing Agatha be so passive about the situation.

He didn't want to be seen as the wrong one just because he was the only one bothered by the situation, and his girlfriend wouldn't even give him a chance to defend himself. But what San didn't know was that Agatha had spent the last two days backstage, imagining the easiest ways to keep them away for stupid reasons, like putting them both in different rooms to finish getting ready for the fanmeeting, or even giving Yunho reasons to get him out of the dorm. Unlike San, Agatha was too quiet to verbalize such an irritating feeling that grew more and more every day. Choi San walked back and forth, trying to contain his anger and not curse his boyfriend for anything else. But it was impossible. Wooyoung made the whole situation inconceivable.

— San, why don’t you go take your bath? You don’t seem calm enough to have this kind of conversation right now. I’ll handle it. — Agatha said, making sure that he could have his alone time at least for a little while. Wooyoung looked at her, sadly.

— Are you mad at me too? — He asked, whining.

— Of course not, Wooyoung — She was, actually — Look… I know it’s kind of your instinct, but you have to understand that San doesn’t take these things very well. You know this better than me, Wooyo…

— I know, love. It just makes me think that maybe he could look at me differently.

— And by that, you mean sexually?

And there was the reason they avoided solving that problem: sex. It was fun, as much as this agonizing first stage existed, to roleplay in that scenario. Wooyoung always brought some concern being the brat that he was, San had the opportunity to take out his rage and Agatha could 'suffer' the benefits without even lifting a finger. All three would win in the end.

Wooyoung agonized and his face turned red with embarrassment, despite the small smile that grew on his face when he started to respond.

— You know that you could ask to have sex, right? Like an adult…

— What’s the fun in that? I mean… 

— The sex?? — She laughed, confused

— I know! But it is kinda better when he’s angry at me, he makes me feel more special when he’s jealous.

— So it is all just because you want some attention to yourself?

— I always want attention, love... I just think you didn’t know it yet.

So after a little while, they did what Wooyoung most wanted: to go to their bedroom. Specifically San’s bedroom at the dorm, since they were waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. But they weren’t ordinary waiting like normal people would do after that ugly argument.

When San came out of his bedroom, the view of his girlfriend lying down with her back turned to him naked, while Wooyoung seemed so happy wearing some sort of man lingerie, all naked and his head resting on his girlfriend’s ass. He could not believe it, even though he expected it. His head tilted a bit, confused.

— What do you think you’re doing? — He asked, muttering his words nervously. San was not the type to react well to surprises. — Oh, hi my Ruby! — Wooyoung said, happily — I just wanted to make it up to you, Agatha said that you would like my fit! Do you?

— I… — He was speechless, of course, his eyes shifting from him to Agatha, who now bent her head a little bit, just to see his face and mock him — I do, Wooyoung. But I don’t like the idea of making it up to me by sex.

— You don’t? — She asked, eyes scanning every bit of him — Why do you like that, then?

— Like what?

— Shivering.

San was, indeed, visually pleased by his view, but what he didn’t know was that he was supposed to control it physically. He was the worst at that, and he knew it.

— You’re gonna wait for me to start? Cause I can, and you can be there watching it, right Wooyoung?

— Mhmhum 

— Right, baby? We can have fun without him…

She took out her blanket and made Wooyoung move a bit to her side, getting on top of him but still letting her at the sight of San, who, at this point, made himself comfortable at the door frame to watch them. Agatha started riding Wooyoung slowly, even tho he still had a little piece of underwear on, just to see how much he would take it. She started scratching his chest, making way to lay over him and kiss his lips.

San wouldn't admit it, but he was so mesmerized by the sound of both of them — Wooyoung being the loudest in that situation — that he was slowly walking towards them, making his way just to watch them better.

— Sannie, please. I want in… — Wooyoung whined again, as he always did, looking at him pleading.

And San could be everything, jealous, wild, possessive, angry, unreasonable. But if there was one thing he couldn't do, it was refuse whatever the request was from both of his boyfriends. Kneeling on the bed next to the two, San made enough effort for Wooyoung to also stay in the same position, in front of him, the one who was moaning all the time with any movement, already too sensitive for anything. San didn't show much mercy as he ripped off the boy's lingerie, completely exposing him in the middle of him and Agatha, who in turn had already put herself in a better position so that the three of them could enjoy that moment, Wooyoung automatically looking for more contact with his partner with his body,  something that only left San increasingly stressed with impatience. Letting the younger man get comfortable with her, penetrating slowly while San did the same to him, Wooyoung felt like he could cum right there, but he didn't want to, especially because that meant he would disappoint them both once again. The movement was smooth enough that he lost his temper once again, the movement was calm enough that he lost his patience once again, and began to increase the pressure with which he moved against both of them. Meanwhile, San concentrated on getting maximum contact and providing maximum support for his girlfriend while they fucked, but still squeezing her from behind, around her waist... San could remain for a thousand years just feeling the heat of her body, even if that way.

— You like that, hm? You’re such a whore, Wooyoung-ah… There are two people fucking you, and still… You don’t feel like that's enough? — San said, out of breath.

— Please… Just… Hm.. ‘lmost 

— There’s no please.

San roughly hold Wooyoung by his waist, tearing down the contact between him and her and laying him down between San’s thighs, looking up so he could stare at San’s dick and his face at the same time. Then he pulled Agatha closer to him, with her back touching his chest.

— You are gonna lick every single drop that falls to your face, and I want you to be satisfied by it, okay? Touch yourself, rub your dick against our bed, whatever. Just don’t touch me, or her.

Wooyoung nodded, scared enough not to dare to say anything, sticking to his right of watching the most beautiful scene ever, which proceeded to Agatha being fucked roughly, almost as if San was putting his effort to get more and more from her, nonstop. Wooyoung was trembling at the sounds, the taste, his hand. Everything was so sensitive that it was hurting him so much everywhere.

It continued like that for a long time, long enough for them to be finished — except for Wooyoung, who just ended up tired and giving up after the first orgasm. Agatha lay down by his side, tired as well, hugging him by the side while San got up to clean what he could.

— You’re mean to me… — Wooyoung whined, again, but this time tearing up a little.

— I’m not.

— You are! I wanted to… Have it all too…

— Wooyoung, you have to behave sometimes, you know? — Agatha muttered, her hands ruffling his hair — It’s kinda hard for me to see you all kinky with someone else.

— So you were mad at me!

— Of course I was, why would I make you wear that lingerie? I wanted him to tear you down badly so I didn’t have to.

— My love! — Wooyoung yelled, in complete resentment — I thought you liked me! You betrayed me!!

— I could say the same about you, baby…

San jumped on the bed, getting cozy between both of them, once again tearing the contact between Agatha and Wooyoung.

— Now shush Wooyo, let’s sleep ‘mkay?

— I don’t want to…

— And what do you want, my love? — Agatha asked before San could say anything.

— … Ice cream…

Wooyoung made San and Agatha laugh audibly, in disbelief.

— Okay, but only if you promise to behave tomorrow at the concert, okay?

— Okay, Ruby! I already said I will!

— Fine, fine. I’ll buy you some. Give me a minute.

It was just a matter of San leaving after changing so that Wooyoung turned to his girlfriend, giving the brattiest smile he had before murmuring between a kiss:

‘I promise I won’t, okay?’

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· agatha x wooyoung x san · chapter 1 · wooyoung, overwhelmed by his emotions and insecurities, is encouraged by his supportive boyfriend san to express his feelings to a staff he admires.

the day i lost myself, but found us.

The wind from the window hit his face like in a movie, and the white walls of his room bothered him enough to make a loud noise in his mind and completely disassociate him from reality. Lying in bed, his mind instantly brought him up at all times, even if he tried not to, to how much of an asshole he must be by nature to keep thinking that way. Wooyoung was trapped in the normality and calamity that his work had given him for a long time, and feeling something that differed from the routine brought memories of war to him, who had vowed in vain to hold his chest in relationship matters. It might sound like hyperbole, but it was the truth he was living at that moment, the reality he had placed himself in. His mind was entirely wrecked with the mood he had tried to build up.

Until the only thing that could happen to change him for good, luckily, happened.

— Hey, did you miss our plans? — San's voice echoed in the room and Wooyoung, who was in his theatrical episode for the thousandth time that week, couldn't muster enough strength to say anything but mumble a low ‘hum', but enough for him to hear from the other side of the room door. San, knowing what all that endless drama was about, smiled and opened the door politely — Do you want me to stay?

The answer didn’t change. Wooyoung hadn't realized until that moment how over he was.

— You can't stay here forever suffering like this, you're gon’ break my heart... — San said, sitting down beside her boyfriend and looking at his face before lying down on his side. He, in turn, turned automatically to hug the waist of the man beside her, the permanent pout still on his face as a sign of protest. — Seriously, idiot. I've already told you everything you wanted to hear, and yet you're still suffering from something you don't even know will go wrong firsthand!

— Of course I know — was the first and only thing that came out of the lips, which remained in the same pout soon after.

— You don't know anything, weirdo! I told you the only thing I can't do is talk to her for you! Come on, Wooyoungie! We've done this so many times! You can't be disconcerted, firstly cause I've never seen you embarrassed. NEVER! And you're very confident all the time, especially when it comes to hitting on others.

Even with all those statements, Wooyoung remained silent. The truth was, he didn't want to hear that lecture, but he comprehended his boyfriend's side. It must have been stressful enough to allow that and not get any updates in return. There were a few minutes trapped in the hug and caress on the back that was given by San for him to create the courage to speak again, and even as he spoke, it seemed as if the words were not coming out of his mouth, but gushing out.

— I'm sorry… I'm already asking so much of you, and… I didn't even offer you anything in return… — He said, and San knew that there would be the first snort heard since Wooyoung's tone of voice was tearful — I'm trying to talk to her, but I'm afraid it's something very impossible... I mean, it's not like I know that much about her…

But actually, Wooyoung knew too much already.

She was his stage assistant, helping mostly with his make-up, hair, and costumes, and, mainly, calming him down before an important performance. She had curly hair, which was extremely different and made Wooyoung curious most of the time, as he was always very fond of touch and knowing the feeling of things at the first tactile impression. She was shorter, but older — which made him tingle internally as soon as he found out. She was beautiful to look at, touch, smell, Wooyoung had serious doubts about how to behave around her. But that was exactly the problem. Wooyoung was too insecure to propose that annoying situation, not that it was a problem to go up to her and tell her about his feelings, but it was an issue to do it properly. Just thinking about it made him shiver again.

— I think you fuss too much, love… It’s not like she's going to reject you! — San exclaimed, eyes shining and a pout on his face, brooding — I wanted you to do this for you… For us… Don't you think it will be cool? I mean, she's interesting, she's beautiful, and I see you two together.

— Stop saying that! You'll make me feel guilty all over again!

— You idiot, I just said I want to be with her too! — He laughed, swaying with laughter and then getting on top of his boyfriend, giving him several kisses on the cheek — Go before she leaves, or I'll hit you!

Wooyoung had no choice, but only realized it at that moment when San made that information clear. It had been months since he had seen her romantically for the first time, even if he didn't realize it — or maybe simply didn't want to accept it — at first. With each passing day, Wooyoung tried more and more to insert himself into her routine in a way that wasn't so visible, so clear that he was just madly in love. The problem was that form didn't exist if every time he saw her, his cheeks turned as red as his hair. It wasn't a common feeling, it was more than he had felt in his entire life and probably similar to what he felt in the spring of two thousand and sixteen when he met his boyfriend, and among all of them, that was the information that scared him the most in this whole situation. He was thinking too much, his mind worked on in those few minutes he passed through the dorm corridor before reaching the staff room. He knew she was there because one of the reasons for the supposed passion was the fact that she was so dedicated when it came to taking care of him.

 But reality hit the boy's face when he heard her voice inside, laughing at something that was said among the other people who worked for them. Wooyoung didn't have a chance to think before acting, as the glass in the room revealed him with the shyest expression in the world to the girl. Upon opening the door, the world seemed to collide with the stars once more in his eyes.

— Hey, Wooyoung! Need something? — She asked him, but at the same time that everything looked so beautiful, a harsh tone of tiredness prevailed between the lines of her voice. Wooyoung felt sad, even though this time he didn't show it.

— Oh, not really… I… — Even though he wanted to decide and clarify his intentions right then and there, Wooyoung gave up. It was unfair. It was simply unbelievable. There were no plausible justifications to make her go through that whirlwind of emotions that he hadn't even processed yet. Looking into her caramel eyes, he smiled, calm, as if the calamity could be conveyed by a simple look like his in that instant — It's just that, actually, I always notice that you do a lot for me. Hongjoong once did something similar to the girl who works for him, trying to… be grateful… Do you think there's a possibility that I can make you dinner tonight? — He said simply, but it took him a second to think better about what he had said — Ah! If you… I mean, if you're busy, there's no need… I'm sorry, I think you already know how flighty I am…

— Oh really? Damn… If you’d said it sooner…

The boy's heart broke in two pieces at that moment, so small but so crucial. It might have been simple from the outside, but mustering the courage to talk to her in that simple way was endlessly exhausting.

— It's okay… Please, don't feel pressured! I wanted you just to feel invited and… Chill around me, you know?

— I'm just kidding! I just wanted to see your reaction! But you know you don't need that, right? — She laughed, and Wooyoung was finally able to breathe again — I'm the one who doesn't want you to feel pressured.

— I'm not, I swear! Just wanted to thank you somehow. You do too much sometimes and I’m pretty good at cooking if you ask me. — He laughed for the first time, covering his mouth with his hand.

— I know that! I didn't want to waste the chance. — She commented, smiling along with him and copying the act, but later thanking him vehemently — But thanks for inviting me.

— You don't have to be formal like that. Can I… Meet you at eight? I don't want to bore you in the kitchen.

— Sure.

And it was at that moment that love finally had room to float through the air.

the nerve of intimacy.

With a not-so-exorbitant amount of food, because the strategy made at the last second could even have worked, but there was a lack of planning for it to run as smoothly as possible, Wooyoung set up a table as tidy as possible, even if out of the ordinary: the table in the common room of the dorm, in front of the TV and now housed between several cushions and pillows, had two plates of pasta and two glasses of wine - which were thought very carefully whether they should be placed there or not. In addition, he had also made an improvised dessert with what he had in the fridge, and the desperation in the boy's voice when he had texted his boyfriend desperately ashamed of the fact was the funniest part of his night so far. He would be even funnier if he wasn't so nervous, even if for no apparent reason. The door opened suddenly, as he had already informed her where he would be waiting. His body trembled before he turned and rose to receive her as informally as possible. There had indeed been situations in which this work barrier had been broken, like the time when he had the flu and had asked for company, since San had other plans that day and he would never be able to bother her without the need, but God knows Wooyoung's ability to be needy while sick. That same endless need became the need to take her in an embrace at that moment. A hug that should have lasted three seconds, but to him it felt like forever, in a good way.

— Thanks for coming, and sorry again for the sudden request — he said, walking with her to where they would be staying for the night.

— You apologize too much unnecessarily, Woo. You don't have to… — She looked like she wanted to continue, but the sight of the surprise he'd prepared was too enchanting to do it. The smile on her face grew and the feeling of gratitude for that moment only made him even happier — You are pretty excessive, right? I thought it was going to be just… Ah, Wooyoung!

— What?! You can't judge me for wanting to please you! — He said as if he was offended. The truth being he was, he felt guilty most of the time for not doing the least for someone who always did his best for him, without even realizing it.

For someone who made him believe again in the possibility of loving beyond what his chest supports.

For someone who made him relearn how to open his heart again.

— I'm not judging you, that's for sure, Woo. I just don't want you to see me as a liability. I like the relationship we've built over the years, and I like the intimacy we've built — she argued, sitting down and nodding thanks for the food when Wooyoung made a point in approving starting dinner — But I don't take it the wrong way too, I love spending these moments with you, to enjoy it when Sannie isn't claiming you — she laughed it off.

—  ...You’re being serious? — Wooyoung said after almost spitting out the food after choking on her speech — Sorry, I... I didn't think we were a problem... I mean, it's true that we spend a lot of time together, but…

— Of course not, silly! You both being together was never a problem, I think you are very cute as a couple — she said, with an almost inviting smile — I was just kidding, please don't be sad…

— I'm not sad, I promise you. It's just that sometimes I think I have to learn to show my affection for other people better, I'm very closed when it comes to people other than San.

— And you think there's a reason for that?

— Not exactly... Actually, I think I've closed myself off a lot lately about showing affection because... — he sighed mid-sentence, exhaustedly — ...I got tired, you know? Relationships are complicated, especially if they don't see me as anything more than a commodity, or an "advantage".

— You think? I mean, that people see you that way?

— I am pretty sure.

She clearly didn't know how to answer that, and it took a moment, and a few sips from both of their glasses of wine, to resume the conversation. A good three minutes passed in deafening silence.

— I see you as an amazing person, if that reassures you.

Wooyoung spent a few seconds static. He didn't know if he should stop looking at her, if he was very red with embarrassment, if it was so clear in his face that it had sounded so melodically to his ears. He didn't know if she knew. And if she didn't know, now was the best time for him to say it.

But he didn't say it.

The words were on the tip of his tongue. Wooyoung had everything it took for them to come off calmly and without worrying that it would sound so artificial, but fear gnawed at his insides. He was always scared and seeing such a beautiful face right in front of him was even more frightening if he had to be honest with himself. The scene was dreadful, to the point that the only words he managed to utter right after that was a soft "thank you" very low, almost inaudible.

— You're really cute sometimes... Do I make you nervous, by any chance?

— It's not really that, it's just…

— It's just that he likes you a lot, you know? — Suddenly, a deeper voice echoed in the room and its owner sat right next to Wooyoung, putting his arm over his shoulder and giving the calm smile that only he was capable of doing — And me too, but only if you are comfortable with it, obviously.

Wooyoung's body instantly turned cold, and he was once again unable to react verbally or physically. The silence lasted a few more seconds before he plucked up the courage.

— What the fuck? Are you on your mind?

— Oh, I can't take it anymore to see you losing your touch around her, it's more than fair that she knows you're crushing on her, isn't it?

— Obviously, but not like THIS, CHOI SAN! Are you out of yourself?

— What makes you think that? — He asked, still calm — I'm trying to help me, and you!

— "Me and you"?

They both stopped their little argument to look directly at her.

— Sorry for saying it that way. I knew about Wooyoung, but… You...?

— You. What?

The small dialogue was enough to make San lose all composure and start laughing audibly while she only dared to giggle, exchanging glances between him and Wooyoung, who remained open-mouthed in disbelief.

— You’re serious? I can’t believe it! You have no idea how many weeks I've been listening to him talk about you!

— San, for God’s sake! She doesn't need to know everything like that, damn it! Can you be quiet for a moment?

— I don't know why you're being so skeptical about this, it's already said! You’re meant to be happy about it, Wooyoung!

— Why aren't you happy? Did I say something wrong?

— No! Never! It’s just that I planned it to happen differently.

— But does it really matter if I feel the same way about you?

That was the end of something, and at the same time the beginning of something that felt like a misunderstood utopia.

A while has passed since the confusion, with much more laughter from Choi San, and exhausted sighs from Wooyoung accompanied by Agatha's lines, who quoted in parts the moments when his crush had become so clear. The truth is that no one there knew how to act, except for Choi San, who affectionately approached every second of the conversation that passed quietly as if it were natural in his head, until the moment when he got close enough to be sitting among the two, his arms over both shoulders, stroking Wooyoung's hair on one side while asking her consent with his gaze to do the same. San, at that moment, felt like the smartest person in the whole world, because the effort hadn't been completely his and he had gotten exactly what he wanted from the beginning: both. San has always been a very spoiled guy, and more than that, very possessive even if platonically. He wouldn't admit it, but he couldn't bear hiding within his core the pertinent dissatisfaction with not having exactly what he wanted. It was unbearable. And the chance to use the same feeling as her boyfriend to get to that moment was literally the greatest gift he could have asked for.

He certainly won. And he knew it.

no one can love you more than i do

It didn't take many words or more opened bottles of wine for the mutual embrace to be approached without too many words being necessary, even because San had fantasized about that moment countless times in his own mind. Enough to concentrate on tracing the girl's jaw with her index finger in a caress in that same position long enough to make her blush. And Wooyoung falling in love with the boy first was not in vain. San had the power to win you over with a few acts that he had seen in few people throughout his life, and it was something unique, so it was no surprise to see the girl give in so easily, and in fact, it was even a relief for Wooyoung to see that it was working. No one was unconsciously drunk, and the awareness only made it all the more urgent, really. The carpet was stained with the tension between the three of them, which was only broken at the moment when the youngest's act of courage in taking the other side of his recent beloved practically happened. They both stared at her in devotion, agreeing with everything she said, which sounded like murmurs amid the act of facing every small physical act that was portrayed in front of the two. San had always been bigger in size, and it was noticeable at that moment, and Wooyoung's eyes, which always shone with the fact, feared himself in the slightest at that moment.

— Yeah...? — He murmured between his lips, answering one of her phrases, and it was only at that moment that it had become so clear in her eyes that everything had become so hot. Even if suddenly.

— Yeah... My day was good despite that, you know? You two scared me, but I'm so comfortable... — She said, taking off his jacket, the only thing that covered the top of the dress she was wearing, attracting the attention of the two, who looked away, Wooyoung to the rest of the room, and San respectfully back to her face — Is everything okay?

— I don't know, I think you could answer that actually. I'm still kinda confused.

— With what?

— Us.

— Did I not make myself clear about something?

— It's not that, I just want to make sure you're comfortable with everything.

— Everything?

Wooyoung crawled, stopping in front of her, sitting on his calves and holding her hands, looking at her with pleading eyes that only he knew how to do.

— I'm not the asking type, really. I'd rather have you begging — he said, the tone of humor in his voice — Do you want to come to the bedroom with us? It's okay, actually. If you just want some cuddles, that's exactly what you're going to get, but if you want something more, we'll accept it. It's up to you.

— You are very hasty, don't you think?

— For the amount of time I've been waiting to have you, you'd think I'm taking it too slow for not having kissed you yet.

— Oh, that's what I think actually.

Maybe the power of dominance could only exist in the domain where San remained, but Wooyoung practically devoured the skin of the girl's lips with such a veiled consent but so beautiful to be pronounced as that was. Her kiss was so dense, but so soft, that the act of sitting on her lap was just an annoyance to San, who now felt obliged to do something, even if she didn't want to interrupt such a beautiful scene. They stayed there in a melodic movement until the end of the air, Wooyoung's hands tracing her waist while he still remained with his eyes closed, the pleasure written on his face.

— I really think this here has to be taken to the bedroom — He spoke harshly, almost irritated but containing it, making Wooyoung chuckle and hug Agatha, as if to tease him — Come on.

And so it happened. The journey was calm, in fact, leaving behind the trail of a moment that started something so beautiful. Wooyoung's room might have the aforementioned boring white walls, but San's room was perfect for that specific moment of intimacy. Dark. Silence. Spotted light. San looked around and closed the door when they both entered, Wooyoung leading her straight to the bed in absurd happiness, almost as if he was excited like a child.

— Are you jumping up and down on the bed with joy?

— I don't think you understand yet HOW MUCH I wanted you to be here with me anyway. Ah, sorry for not asking earlier, I got very excited. Do you mind if I sit on your lap?

— Of course not, I thought it was cute — she said, running her hand over one of his cheeks, stroking.

— Oh... really? 

San, envying the attention he received and that she gave, went to the bed and sat in the corner, Wooyoung following him with his eyes knowing exactly what the whole scene was about.

— He was more excited than I was, you know?

— Really? I thought you were the most interested in all of this.

— He's just the most scandalous.

— San! — He exclaimed when he finished crawling towards him, this time taking advantage of sitting on his lap, calling the girl with his gaze to come closer too, who took up space on the same lap — You can't be like that with me, hm? We have a guest, there's no need to do this whole jealousy thing.

San couldn't answer right away, because she was staring at her hand, which now had the opportunity to make the same path that Wooyoung had done before by her waist.

— It's just that you're selfish.

— For God's sake, when have I been selfish, honey?

— I personally found him so inviting, San. And I'm here, why are you so worried? — Wooyoung, noticing the atmosphere, made room for her on the boy's lap, who soon hugged her waist with both hands at the first opportunity, possessive. She, on the other hand, put both hands on his face, taking him in the first kiss between them, which was as melodic as the one with the other boy, who watched excitedly before deciding to kiss the rest of the boy's skin that he had access to at that moment. instant, which included the neck and the back of the head

— It's just that I might seem possessive...

— You don't look like it. You are.

— Shut up — He spoke softly, amidst the kisses that adorned his body, being paused by yet another courageous act by Wooyoung, this time taking off the older's shirt. — But I really wanted you two for myself, noona.

— Noona?

— Hmhum…

— But look, Sannie. We got her here. Just for the two of us — He said, taking off his shirt and putting his chest on his boyfriend's back while hugging him from behind, very close — She's ours now, like you wanted, right?

— Right. And she’s so beautiful, I feel like I cannot… Satisfy myself just by the thoughts of her.

— Neither do I. Lay her down, please?

San did, and the following parts of the night feels more like history. But at the end of the night and in the exhaustion of the three sweaty bodies that, this time, took part in marking the bed as territory, she lay down between the two, hugging San and being hugged by Wooyoung, who was already squinting sleepily, sly even in the tone of voice.

— Honey, thank you. You're too beautiful, you know that?

— Hm? You think?

— Now I'm sure. Just like… Just like I'm sure I'm in love with you.

— We. We are.

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· cas x kyuhyun x mino · minho’s life was consumed by a face he endlessly painted, a dream made flesh. kyuhyun, tormented by envy, watched as minho’s obsession came to life in cas. for minho, cas was the embodiment of a long-held passion. kyuhyun, caught between desire and jealousy, struggled as minho’s dream unfolded before him.

It was never a coincidence; it couldn’t be one. For years, wandering through the realms of humanity, making contact with a human more intimately than merely drinking their blood was a task that demanded much of Song's energy — an unnecessary energy, according to him. Yet, someone as special and strong as he was, he had a visceral need to engage in activities beyond the endless paintings he had been creating for centuries. Minho could no longer endure the cold, which only ceased when he drank the blood of others, and even then, it was so exhausting, and he wasn't quite sure why. It had been years since Minho had genuinely connected with a human because, otherwise, Kyuhyun was the only vampire who had even minimal intimacy with the younger one, an intimacy built at great cost and with many reasons for them not to be so close. Minho was highly cared for by his clan because he was promised to be one of the strongest and most successful in terms of power. However, in Cho's opinion, Minho was useless, more specifically, a useless being that evoked both pity and envy in him. Kyuhyun wanted to be treated like him, to have the respect that spoiled child received wherever he went; he wanted to usurp Minho. But at the same time, his heart ached so much upon seeing his face that it made Kyuhyun think that perhaps that was Minho's power after all.

Minho was, once again, lost in his drawings and reveries when Kyuhyun entered his room, hugging him from behind, sliding his arms over Minho's bare chest.

"Busy?" he asked, his lips extremely close to Minho's neck.

"He came to my mind again... This person..." Minho said, his voice almost sighing, nearly lost in Kyuhyun once again, staring at his painting in front of him.

Some years ago, more precisely twenty-two years ago, Minho began dreaming of a person frequently, and it became an obsession for him for a long time. At that very moment, they were surrounded by paintings of the same person with the same characteristics: the medium-length hair, the glasses, and the lips adorned the room meticulously, from frames, torn notebook pages, to walls... It was desperate to enter there.

"I've told you, this person only exists in your head, Minho."

"I don't think like that anymore."

"Why not?" he questioned, sitting on one of Minho's legs, looking at him.

"There are too many... coincidences..."

"What?"

"The features. They are always the same."

Kyuhyun didn't understand, but Minho wasn't talking about the physical features of that person; he was referring to his strokes. They were always the same, everything was so detailed, as if they had lived that life before and he couldn't remember.

“Ah~ I’m tired, Minho,” Kyuhyun complained, kind of exhausted from hearing him talk like that.

“You go rest, I’ll go out.”

“Where?”

He didn’t reply.

“Your mom will be mad at me; please don’t go too far.”

He didn’t reply.

Minho disliked the idea of doubt cast upon him, as if he were going insane, even if he truly was. He wanted to shut off his brain for just a second, but it was impossible. It hurt. It hurt deeply.

It was almost a physiological need to be close to something that at least reminded him of that person.

That person.

The chains echoed through the room while Minho was sitting on some type of throne, Kyuhyun by his side, sitting on the armrest. The screams were like a sweet delicacy that they didn’t know yet, but Minho was nervous. Anyone could feel it in the air.

It had been two days since they found that person, alive, living on the south side of their city. It was kind of impressive to see how much time it took to find her. Twenty-two years for her face to look exactly like what Minho would see every time he closed his eyes. Kyuhyun, on the other hand, was really pissed. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was mad at Minho finally having that someone who could indulge his passion and feelings.

Kyuhyun was jealous. That’s all.

— Why do you look so happy? — Kyuhyun said, his hand-fan blowing his face.

— What are you talking about? I’ve waited for this moment for years!

— I just think you shouldn't get so excited about something so stupid.

— Stupid? I don’t think you get what’s happening right now.

— Of course I understand! I've been listening to you talk about this person for years and you don’t even know who they are! Seriously, what is your problem?!

Kyuhyun almost didn’t have the chance to finish speaking because the room was invaded by the servants of that community pushing a wooden board, delicately decorated with a person, their arms and legs stretched and handcuffed against that board.

Minho got stuck.

It was all exactly as he knew it to be, and yet it was a surprise. The face, the hair, the body. Everything was exactly the way he wanted, as always.

He got up, walking towards the art, being able to touch him for the first time.

— It is such a pleasure to meet you… I’m sorry that you can’t say anything right now…

Cas was squirming under the strings, trying to get himself out purely out of desperation. Minho watched it patiently, as if his life depended on it. While this all happened, Kyuhyun was at the back, with some type of anger or equal desperation while watching the scene, which made him get up and walk towards them, still silently.

— Calm yourself down, I won’t do anything to you, darling.. — Minho touched Cas’s cheeks, caressing them. — I adore you more than you think, darling, you don’t have to worry, I won’t hurt you.

— Why are you treating this human like a king, Minho?

— Kyuhyun, you’re really getting on my nerves right now… — He said, dragging Cas to his realm where all of his art and paintings were. — … Of everyone in the world, I thought you would understand how important this is to me.

— Hm…

— Hm..? — He mimicked. Cas was looking everywhere for some place that didn’t have his face painted on it. It was impossible. — Darling, you’ll be there and I'll paint you one more time, looking at you. After that we’ll treat you so right… I promise you.

— Can I do something?

— You can… Help me with the expressions, please.

— I thought you wouldn’t want me to play with your toy just yet. — Kyuhyun said, walking around the scene, his hand fan traveling over Cas’s body, which immediately became sensitized. His eyes became red with the proximity, and suddenly a huge desire rose in Kyuhyun, as if Minho was controlling him to want more and more from the other boy. — Oh, fuck…

— Go for it, you’re allowed.

— By you? — Kyuhyun couldn’t take his eyes off Cas.

— She’s mine now. So, yes.

Kyuhyun didn't need another warning. In fact, it was quite simple, but the feeling of playing with someone you didn't know, better yet, who didn't belong to you, was divine. His hands let go of the hand fan, throwing it away so he could caress the boy's chest, looking at Minho as if asking for approval to continue, receiving a simple look from the boy who was drawing, walking slowly to a good spot so he could bite his neck, with an absurd slowness, wanting to stay there forever. Minho had made him feel like that moment was the best moment of his life, and Kyu hated when he manipulated him like that, but this time, it was more than bearable. It was good. It was amazing. Cas's blood tasted like something he had tasted a long time ago, which he didn't remember well until that moment.

Cas passed out.

Kyuhyun kissed him there.

Minho finished his painting, finally completing his collection of desires, ready for starting the new part of his process.

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