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@miinkyuu
* /Â hyuntceâ !
For the first time since arriving at the villa, Henry is perfectly content with the results of one of the coupling ceremonies. To have been not only chosen by someone he cares about so much, but to have been allowed to be put into a trio with the second person who has caught the majority of his attention and his affection is a blessing. Minkyu and Babylon have been together for as long as Henry can remember being on the show, but he still doesnât feel as if heâs coming between them when he gets put together with them, and rather he feels more like heâs expanding the dynamic for all three of them and transforming it into something different than how it started out. Itâs a nice feeling, and itâs one that he doesnât take for granted given how long itâs taken for them to get to where they are now.
The bed feels plush and warm beneath his back, and heâs sprawled out over it starfish style, long longs reaching to each corner of it. Itâs the one that heâs going to be sharing with Baby and Minkyu, and the idea alone makes him smile to himself for all that heâs worth, unable to help it. The most heâs wanted to do for weeks now is just sleep in their bed with them, and as he closes his tired eyes now, he imagines he can still feels Kyuâs presence when he gets closer. Reaching a hand out blindly, Henry flexes his fingers. âJoin me, darling?â / @miinkyuuâ, @lownctesâ.
itâs difficult to remember that their room is shared in moments like this -- just him and henry and baby all together. sleeping out in the sands, under the stars had been fine, lovely even, but the idea of getting to curl into the plush blankets and both his loversâ arms is far more enticing. it feels like a resolution, like some final cog has ticked into place to begin the harmonious something they were always striving for, even before now. the path upon which they tread is still going to be one of exploration and learning but this newest coupling and the perks that come along with it.Â
âhow are we all going to fit?â he muses playfully as he draws up next to the bed. at first, itâs just to admire. the rightness of the sight sends a warm thrum through his veins. a pleasant flush heats freckled cheeks and he has to take a breath just to process the rush of sensations. then, fingertips are reaching out to skim along the back of hyuntaeâs hand, up his forearm and back down again, settling at his wrist. curling up, kyu folds under one extended arm and presses himself solidly at hyuntaeâs side. eyes flutter from the rise and fall of his chest over towards baby, an invitation glittering in his gaze. âcome,â he vocalizes it with an airy, excited sort of sigh. âcuddle us.â how nice, minkyuâs heart sings, to be an us. ( @lownctesâ )
* /Â lownctesâ !
          đđĄđ  đ€đąđŹđŹ Â đđš  đĄđąđŹ Â đ§đšđŹđ  has a light shade of pink coming to glow on babylonâs cheeks , subtle beneath the glittering bit of rouge already applied there . a small shiver wracks his frame and heâs thankful for the added bit of closeness kyu provided him with , though itâs not out of pocket for him to wish that they werenât walking , so that they could hold and be held even more intimately than they are now , hands the one point of contact between them . he hums , lingering silence winding around his tongue for a moment , simply savouring the comforting and familiar feel of kyuâs thumb tracing his tattoos . eventually , he does speak , free hand coming up to fiddle with a heavy earring as he does . â ah . iâm sorry ,  â he apologises , though not even heâs sure what for . maybe the hand holding kyu has mentioned , maybe the silence heâd let wash over him for a moment too long , maybe heâs apologising for the simple sake of apologising . he doesnât find himself to be truly sorry about the hand holding , though , not really , not in the slightest .  â i â we were talking . heâs really nice to talk to .  â gaze turn to the sky as he tries to find his words .  â heâs deeply knowing . he seemed âŠÂ to understand everything i was saying , to understand me .  â a pause . he feels like heâs opening up his chest and exposing himself .  â i think i understood him , too .  â he looks to minkyu , almost as if looking for some sort of affirmation , some confirmation that what heâs saying isnât wrong .  â i think that , though i donât know what heâs struggled and is struggling with , that he deserves better than what heâs been dealt . the universe didnât look after him the way he deserves .  â another fit of silence swallows him whole . i think iâd like to talk to him some more . i think i ache whenever i think about him . he swallows pretty words down , lets another smile tug at strawberry lips .
kyu really isnât looking for an apology, to the point where he canât fathom anything for which his love has to be sorry. so he shakes his head, sweetly dismissing, excusing and forgiving baby of his presumed faults. âdonât worry, my love,â he croons, feeling extra affectionate with the contact between them and the topic at hand. âthereâs no harm in talking. iâm glad you two can talk.â thereâs no harm in most of the things that could be shared between hyuntae and babylon, kyu thinks. he wants them to share so much more than a hand hold and a conversation, so long as he could be a part of it. with them. it had seemed a feverish fantasy dream, to imagine a reality in which both his lovers could coexist alongside one another in any capacity, let alone one in which he found validation of his non-monogamous ideals. heâs not going to let his imagination get the better of him but he truly thinks he sees the vaguest hints of something sparkling in galaxy encrusted irises. he longs for baby to let him see more, to let him know the intentions of his heart. however, he also doesnât want to push nor pry. what they have together is too delicate and precious for that. âheâs very important,â minkyu concurs with a nod, feeling that depth of understanding with hyuntae, too. itâs been that way since their first day -- or night -- together so many months ago. he listens to the rest of babylonâs ponderings quietly, intrigue and a soft affection for his lover overwhelming him to the point of no answer. his head tips against babyâs shoulder as they proceed, slower still. it allows them another brush of contact, tethering them to one another in the sea of an uncertain future. we could look after him he wants to say, to scream; itâs too soon. for as gentle and empathetic as babyâs heart seems to be, it still needs to make the choice to reach for hyuntae itself. âhe deserves so much,â kyu agrees instead. âyou know, i think the universe needs to do better with you, too -- itâs a good thing iâm here to make up for what she lacks.â minkyu wants to care for babylon forever, he thinks. he wants to care for both of those who hold his heart.Â
* /Â delilah-frankkâ !Â
Delilah walked into the Villa smiling, casually walking into the rooms and placing her things onto a bed. âI think Iâll try and savor up my time getting a bed to myself before.. you know, the happening.â She joked, beaming a smile at the body that just walked in with her.Â
âitâs not so bad -- the sharing.â bold words for someone who is now dating the person he first shared a bed with. he also never really enjoyed time âsingleâ in the villa so he doesnât feel like heâs missing out on much. with plans to be sharing his bed with not one but two other contestants next coupling, minkyu canât say heâs not excited. âthe ceremonies are fun, i think.â
* /Â basherhqâ !
whatever basher was thinking before , he has already forgotten . looking down at the other , it was hard to not lose his train of thought , or even feel ⊠wait , was he speechless ? impossible . basher gave the otherâs hand a light squeeze before slipping his hand away and back into the pocket of his dark pants . â good , good ! because i think iâve had one too many fruity drinks to drive you to the hospital . â his tone was light , almost airy , which seemed to be his norm . â iâm basher . kang , i mean . basher kang .â oh , he was absolutely falling over his words . how embarrassing . â in case you need to list me as an emergency contact . âÂ
being this close, he thought he could smell something deliciously fruity. heâd made the assumption that was just -- him, or maybe a direct result of running into someone nose first. it puts the desire for one of the villaâs slushy beverages in the back of his mind. perhaps heâll head poolside to grab one. for now, kyu focuses on glittering a smile up at âbasher kangâ and nods his head respectfully at the introduction. âiâm minkyu. moon, i mean. minkyu moon.â repeating the flustered structure of basherâs greeting makes kyu giggle and he folds his hands together in delight. âthough, wouldnât you have to give me your number to be my emergency contact?â he blinks up at the other dollishly, quirking his head to one side in playful tease. âthankfully, the only thing severely damaged is my ego! iâll never be able to erase all the different angles of this from existence.â he flicks a dainty hand towards the wall cameras with a dismayed sigh.Â
* /Â lownctesâ !Â
          đđšđ§đđźđŹđąđšđ§  đđ§đ  đźđ§đđđ«đđđąđ§đđČ Â đđ«đ  đŹđđąđ„đ„  settled somewhere deep within babylon , grown into his bloodstream and winding about his bones , but itâs become something less fear - wracking and anxiety - inducing and something more welcome , something that he wants to discover more and more of . there are still feelings to settle , perhaps mostly his own , and talks to be had , but worried red skin has healed over and him and kyu have settled back into something normal . not their old normal , but a normal . tattooed fingers fumble with kyuâs own shorter ones in a fit of absentmindedness and glitter - framed eyes blink and flicker to his boyfriend , eyebrows rising slightly at the sudden question . itâs when the question is clarified upon a bit further that his nose scrunches up and a soft ,  â ah ,  â pours from strawberry - glossed lips . itâs takes him a second to nod and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth , something soft , maybe slightly hesitant , but genuine all the same .  â sure .  â he hums , face turning back toward the sky . the bit of ocean breeze hits him in the face and he's suddenly missing his collection of earloop masks that he hides behind back home .  â pick away .  â he brings kyuâs hand up , presses a kiss to the back of it before letting their hands hang between them again .
already, he feels like maybe this conversation is going to go better than their last proper conversation about hyuntae, one on one. thereâs a smile to start it off, one that minkyu matches so that he resists the temptation to lean up and kiss babyâs instead. he canât fight off the adorable nose scrunch though and so he does lean up to press a tiny kiss there to the tip before taking up their beach side walk again. they process slowly, hands swinging loosely in between them. he sidesteps a bit closer when he picks up a misty chill in the air, nothing bad enough to draw them inside but enough to make kyu want to share the minimal warmth caused by the brushing of their shoulders. he watches fondly, affectionately, as baby dots his own kisses to minkyuâs hands. heâs so very in love. âtell me what you think of him,â he prompts in a voice that carries on the salted breeze. âjust your honest thoughts -- no expectations or wrong answers.â a thumb lightly traces the shape of a few tattoos without even looking down; he knows baby well. âyou were holding hands when i found you.â minkyu smiles at the memory and nudges his forehead against babyâs shoulder, touching just for the sake of more touching. Â
* /Â basherhqâ !Â
     the villa is home . so far , so good ! basher has done his best to introduce himself to almost everybody , but apparently , heâs missed a few . someone is running into him , and he almost falls over - but quickly catches himself before he can fall . his mother always said he was top-heavy ⊠whatever that meant . but as soon as he gathered his thoughts , basher looked down at the perpetrator , then offered him a smile and a hand , extending it out toward the other . â iâm okay ! â basher smiled just a little bigger and shook his head . â really , iâm okay . itâs not every day that a cute stranger almost breaks their nose because of how handsome you are ,â he teased. â the better question might be ⊠are you alright ? â
standing below 5âČ6 in height, minkyuâs almost a little impressed by his own strength. almost. embarrassment takes precedence and heâs still covering his nose and uttering apologies even as heâs assured heâs in the clear by the kind stranger who offers him a hand to shake. kyu allows the mood to be lightened by the joke, even dropping his hand to giggle into his sleeved fingers before accepting the handshake. âif my nose does bruise, itâll be no oneâs fault but my own,â he laments lightly, giving his head a somber shake. âthough, as firm an obstacle as your toned chest made, i donât think itâs quite broken!âÂ
* / @lownctesâ !Â
minkyuâs always been accused of having an overactive imagination. itâs why heâs found himself in the career he has -- heâd be nothing without his surplus of creativity. however, nothing could have prepared him for the fantasy-like turn his life has taken. no amount of wishing and hoping and dreaming could have convinced him that this is his reality. there are talks to be had but unlike some in minkyuâs past, he can only see good outcomes. one of these talks, he wants to have now -- while the memory of him, henry and baby meeting on the beach in the early morning is still fresh on his mind. as him and babylon alone stroll down those same sands, hand-in-hand, kyu gives a sweet little tug to get his loverâs attention. âcan i pick your brain?â he prompts with a smile, sea-salted silver wisps tugged into his eyes by the coastal breeze. âitâs about hyuntae.â itâs almost a role reversal of sorts but, instead of tears and fear and panic, thereâs only a nagging sort of excitement he wonât let himself experience in its entirety until heâs gotten confirmation from his boyfriend.Â
* / @rowantmâ !Â
in the chaos, the confusion, minkyu feels like heâs lost touch with the friendships he vowed to keep at the villa. he expected it to be the other way around -- people dropping him once heâd won the first season. for the most part, heâd upkept his part of the bargain over the break, social media fortifying the bonds between former castmates. season two was painting a different story, though. heâs the one now letting the connections run cold, allowing himself to get too trapped in his own head, his own relationships. developments have, for the most part, been good. positive. but thatâs only increased his desire to share them with someone -- anyone. rowan. he knows as soon as he sees him that heâll at least try to be supportive. minkyu isnât sure how much his friend will understand but... he thinks he needs to tell someone or he might die. springing over, before he can lose his confidence, minkyu catches rowanâs hand and gives him a little tug of greeting. âdo you have a minute?â he smiles. âcome with me -- i have news!â
* / hyuntce !
Words get caught somewhere in Hyuntaeâs throat, lodged a little painfully, stuck. Talking about the scar on his hand is harder than one would think it is, but he finds himself wanting to tell him. Wanting to tell him what he traces, why that puckered skin mars the smoothness of his palm, why he has to feel it pressed against him when Hyuntae holds his hand like he did. He just⊠canât right now. He canât force the words out past his lips, canât get his tongue to cooperate with him. Itâs a strange sort of silence that follows, and he shifts his hand, curls his fingers over his palm, over Babyâs fingers. It feels good â feels right. Hyuntae bows his head as he angles his body towards him, dark hair falling into his face. Heâs hiding, just a little bit, and he knows it, too.
There is something inherently intimate about sharing his name with somebody. Not the name he usually goes by, but his real name, the one that his mother gave him when he was born. He doesnât keep it hidden, often using it as his social media handles, but no one really calls him it besides Minkyu. He decides in that moment that he wants it to be Baby, too. He wants him to have that piece, however small it might seem to him. âHyuntae.â He breathes it, canting his head to the side slightly so that his hair falls into his eyes now. He blinks, parting his lips, and he just looks at him for a moment or two before he clarifies. âCall me Hyuntae. Please.âÂ
Itâs then that their little bubble is expanded. Minkyu doesnât puncture it so much as he enters it, and Hyuntae feels his presence wash over him like a warm wave. It makes his heart skip a beat when he looks up at him, sees the freckles dotting his cheeks, splayed over smooth skin like stars. Like the glitter on Babyâs cheeks. He does not pull his hand away, does not move â suddenly and all at once, there is no shame and no embarrassment left to be had. He wants Minkyu to see it, and maybe, just maybe he wants Minkyu to see his feelings, too. His confusing, ridiculous feelings that are not letting him rest, not letting him do anything because all he wants is to gather the both of them into his arms and hold them until they fall asleep. Until he falls asleep.
âIs it early, or is it late?â Hyuntae speaks in a teasing sort of voice, accent thicker as it wraps around his words. Speaking to Baby in their native tongue and the alcohol have made it the way that it is, and he doesnât seem to notice as he switches between the languages. âIâve been drinking. Baby hasnât had any for a while.â He makes sure to not throw him under the bus, but rather to protect him in a small, soft sort of way. Dark amber eyes peer up at him, and thereâs a slight curve to his lips that gives him away more than anything else ever could. With his free hand, he closes the book and sets it down beside him. âJoin us?â
Hyuntae registers the worry in his voice, but he hopes that his offer is taken for what itâs meant to be: acceptance, comfort, the knowledge that they are all here together, and the energy in the air feels so damn good he could cry. Reaching a hand out, he tugs at the front of Minkyuâs sweatshirt, bringing him a little bit closer. A thought is spared for Baby, for what he might think, but he wraps his fingers around his hand and gives it a light squeeze. Itâs nice to know that heâs there, to know that thereâs something in him that makes him not want to go away. Maybe heâs just drunk, being forward like this. Being brave like this.
* / lownctes !
          đđĄđ  đŹđąđ„đđ§đđ  đđĄđđ  đ„đąđ§đ đđ«đŹ Â đ„đđđŻđđŹÂ  babylon wondering if heâs asked something that maybe he shouldnât have , if he should have kept the question wrapped around his tongue and imprisoned behind his lips . tattooed fingers continue to trace the scar , a fleck or two of glitter coming off of his fingertips and onto hyuntaeâs palm , before he settles , holds his hand and lets his own hand be held . briefly , he wishes he had his barrettes on him , so he could clip them into hyuntaeâs hair to keep the dark strands from hiding pretty features . the words that finally spill into the air , soft and not what baby was expecting , but still welcome all the same , make his heart flutter and the corners of red - stained lips tilt up in a smile .  â hyuntae ,  â he breathes , like something precious is has just been gifted to him ,  â pretty .  â
          minkyuâs presence at his side is familiar , something akin to home , and itâs oh , so welcome . there is an uncertainty that lingers in his ribcage , though , something that has his fingers twitching under henryâs , almost daring to pull away if only because he feels like he should , as his other hand comes up to grasp at one of kyuâs . he seeks out a point of contact , any point of contact , from his lover , because heâs been lacking as such since heâd detangled himself from his limbs in the dark of the too - early morning and took to his own unhealthy ways of swallowing down cherry - flavoured liquor instead . tattooed fingers fumble with kyuâs own shorter ones , almost daring to tug him closer , some sort of silent plea to hold and be held even more so than he already is .
           â ah , but i started it , the drinking ,  â heâs quick to clarify , ensuring that kyu knows that it was his fault , the drunkness that lingers in them , and not hyuntaeâs . â he found me ,  âm was already drunk when he did . itâs my fault .  â though he doesnât feel drunk anymore , he thinks , not really , not in the usual sense . already pouty lips press into something even more so as glitter - framed lashes flutter , all but batting prettily up at minkyu  in a way that borders some type of bratty innocence , something that says please ,  donât be mad . i might burst into tears if youâre mad at me , at us .
          the slight squeeze to his hand is comforting , reassuring in a way that lets him know that maybe , maybe , thereâs no need for the vague remnants of uncertainty that linger in him . something that lets him know that this â them and whatever is between them , the connection , the chemistry â isnât being imagined , that maybe itâs not a figment created by the alcohol in their bloodstreams or the shared sunrise in the sky ; that itâs just them , that maybe itâs not going anywhere .
          fingers clutch at a fistful of his own sweatshirt that hangs from kyuâs frame , something in him begging to be closer to his lover .  â iâm sorry i wasnât there when you woke up ,  â words are whispered , just barely audible over the rise and fall of the glassy , crystalline waves kissing the shore and pulling away again .  â meant to be .  â a pause , a silence spills over him .  â  please  ,  join  us  ,  â  he breathes after a moment ,  words  coated  in  a  cherry - sweet  desperation  . ( @miinkyuuâ )
heâs being reached for, grasped, drawn in by the slightly too-big clothing heâs donned against the early morning chill. baby takes his hand and hyuntae tugs his hem and itâs only natural that he should acquiesce to their shared wordless request. he sinks down to his knees in between them, the sand pillowing around him and making room. itâs his space now, as much as theirs. in all his wicked, selfish dreams, never once did minkyu allow himself to entertain the possibility that it could translate into a reality, where he could exist around both his baby and his hyuntae with neither pushing nor pulling more than the other. to be here among them feels like a shimmering mirage, something that will shatter completely if he looks at it for too long; heâs scared to look.
but look he does. any inkling to continue his scolding evaporates at the combined efforts of hyuntaeâs playfulness and babyâs pout. âitâs early,â kyu dares to use his voice, âtoo early for drinking.â heâs not mad though and he makes that abundantly clear in the affection springing to his fingertips. leaning forward, he ghosts a touch to the smooth skin of babyâs cheek, caressing down to his jawline and following it to his chin. already near, he repeats the gesture upon hyuntaeâs face, dancing a feathered touch to his features before sinking back onto his haunches to flutter a gaze between them both. âwhat am i meant to do with you two?â he laments on a sigh. (he hopes the fact that heâs thrilled by the two of them being a two doesnât overshadow his attempted authority).
to baby, he lets his hand fall to a thigh, giving a quick squeeze of understanding. âyouâre forgiven,â he allows, âbut only because youâve not wandered off alone. iâm --â his voice catches, weakens, hammering heart dancing into a dangerous hopeful territory from which he isnât sure heâll be able to pull away. âiâm grateful that youâve found each other.â he flutters his stare downwards, to wind-lined sands, then over to hyuntae directly. âthank you for not letting him be alone.â he recognizes a shared concern there; it wasnât for minkyuâs benefit that henryâs cared for babylon in such a state. maybe thatâs a part of it but thereâs an individual care there too. that isnât something for which kyu has to thank him but heâs grateful for it nonetheless.Â
he wants to pick that apart, to explore the depths of the feelings that babylon and henry have cultivated for one another to the point of hand-holding. he wants to ask them when and how but the bottle of mostly-gone alcohol keeps the questions from spilling out of his lips. itâs far more important to have those kinds of conversations without any influences, of sound mind and sound body. oh, but he aches to feed his curiosity and the insistent whims of his imagination. he longs to daydream: about baby, about hyuntae, about their possibilities. possibilities he hadnât even thought himself allowed.
âjoin me instead,â he urges as he reaches for their enjoined hands. both his small ones come to cover the intertwined digits, pleading with his touch. he may not have experienced much of babylonâs drinking habits but he knows of hyuntaeâs. heâs a lightweight that contradicts with his stature, which dwarfs both himself and baby even sitting as they are now. hyuntae has cared for a drunken baby but, now, minkyu wants to care for them both. âcome to bed with me?â here, thereâs very little he can do for them -- at the villa, there are layers in which to wrap them both, water glasses to fetch to fight off mid-day hangovers and a bed upon which to lay, to rest. they may not sleep but their eyes can close, at least. kyu feels far more awake than both hyuntae and baby look and thatâs enough to draw him out of the fantasy of laying in between them both on the beach. âplease?â ( @hyuntceâ )
* /Â hyuntceâ !Â
Watching Kyu is like watching the feeling of soft affection, of his pulse in his ears, of swelling warmth and delicate whispers. Itâs all wrapped up in one beautiful package, goosebumps and trembles and all, and he canât help the way he smiles big at the twirl, at the fairy-light steps. Minkyu whines his name, and his body gives an all-over shiver in response, lashes fluttering as he drops his eyelids for a moment. Itâs a lot to hear him that way, and he tries not to let himself sexualize him in any capacity, but it can be difficult with his memories rattling around in his mind of the last time Minkyu had whined his name. Hyuntae shakes his head, dislodging the thought even as he accepts him into his lap, his weight on him feeling good, feeling absolutely right. Pressing into the kiss given to him, he lets out a contented sigh, turning his head after a moment to nuzzle in behind Kyuâs ear. âI donât care who sees or who knows.â He tells him, leaving a kiss right against the shell of it. When he pulls back, itâs to take his chopsticks and get himself a bite of one of the dishes Kyu has made. He hums happily at the taste. âThis is lovely. And I feel so good like this, with you.â
kyuâs always had a personality that seeks approval and itâs hard to lay to the wayside, even now. heâll always care on some microscopic level about who sees him and their perception of him. to that point, though, heâs also never been more sure of something before in his life. he was sure when heâd confessed to babylon; he was sure when heâd kissed henry back well before that. his security is backed by not one but two pillars of support and so he finds himself nodding along an easy agreement. let the haters who had tried to call out minkyuâs affection for henry as cheating see him now. âiâm glad,â two words answer most of henryâs prompting and he smiles, head lolling back onto a supportive shoulder after he takes his own bite of his creations. âeat up, please. i made plenty.â heâd suggest they go and bring some to baby but heâs resting and, given his sleeping habits, thatâs much more important. âdid you ever think, back when we met, that it would ever be like this? that weâd meet again?â theyâve done so much more than âmeetâ but it gets his point across still. âyou were in my dreams.â cheesy, but true.
* /Â hyuntceâ !
With their wine in his hands, Henry moves towards the small table space theyâve got and sets their glasses down, keeping them both on the same side very intentionally. When he turns back around, itâs to pick up a couple of the bowls Minkyu has filled with a little smile. He leans down, inhaling the scent of the food inside, and then lets out a hum of approval for it. âSmells amazing. Looks amazing, too. Iâm not surprised considering youâre good at everything you do.â Perhaps he knows heâs laying it on thick, and the amusement twinkling in his eyes gives that away more than anything else. Placing the dishes down on the table as well, he then goes for a couple of plates. âChopsticks?â They should have some, or they did last time he checked. He figures Kyu will get them, and he goes to take a seat, both of their plates in front of him. When he settles back, he holds his arms out to him. âSit with me when youâre ready?â He doesnât want him to sit anywhere else but in his lap, thanks very much. Everything about this situation is domestic bliss, and he canât actually get over how good itâs making him feel to just exist with him in this capacity.
âridiculous,â kyu scolds out of flattery, swallowing down his impulse to highlight just how many things heâs not good at. instead, he allows himself to soak this in, saving the crooning sweetness of henryâs voice for later moments of self-doubt. so light is he made by henryâs affections that he gives a little twirl as he dances around him to fetch two sets of fresh chopsticks. approaching again, acquisitions in hand, he flushes as intentions are made clear. thereâs only one seat for him to take and itâs the one heâs been tempted and terrified by in equal turn. âah, hyuntae,â minkyu whines again, making a deliberate point to look at the few kitchen cameras he knows before sinking down into henryâs lap. with the arm that hooks around his neck, he hands off henryâs pair of chopsticks and then presses a chaste kiss to the apple of his cheek. let the people watch, his actions say. let them see heâs in love.
* /Â hyuntceâ !
The change in languages is something that they do all the time, so much so that Hyuntae barely even notices it anymore. Itâs natural for them, especially when all three are around one another. âCouldnât have that.â Words come out teasing, lightened by his smile, and he moves and bends to fetch a bottle, picking and choosing until he eventually comes up with Kyuâs favorite. Again, itâs natural for him to instinctively want to get whatever makes him the happiest, and he doesnât even seem to notice as he sets it on the counter and reaches for a couple of glasses. He doesnât have to stretch for them at all. âI wish I could sleep in your bed.â This is the first time Hyuntae has brought it up, and itâs also the first time heâs practically pouted about something to Kyu. Heâs very sad indeed â just look at his puppy eyes. âThatâs what I miss the most right now.â God, but he canât help but think that he would finally be able to sleep if that were the case. Maybe theyâll get lucky next time.
if minkyuâs attention flickers between his dishes and hyuntae, he really canât be blamed. one of the two is the tastiest thing in the room and he can guarantee it isnât his mediocre cooking skills. anyone else from the villa could intrude on their moment (especially if lured by the smell of the traditional side dishes heâs whipped up) but, for now, he relishes in their privacy. turning the heat on low as the last few vegetables brown with seasoning, he steps back and moves to grab the small dishes and plates heâll use to mimic home-style eating. âi wish you could, too,â kyu takes stock of hyuntaeâs complaint, feeling the familiar pang of longing rooted in his heart thatâs been in place since he coupling itself. even before theyâd discussed baby and feelings, heâd been riddled with a kind of pestering jealousy that he wasnât sure how to place. âyouâre what i miss the most right now,â his counter is affectionate but he turns a worried eye up onto hyuntae. âi wish you could sleep at all.â itâs a fair observation and it comes with a peck to his cheek as he sets out their little feast. âhow does it look?â shy again, he rubs the back of his neck and begins taking off the little apron heâd found in one of the drawers.
* / @basherhqâ !Â
it typically isnât surprising to minkyu anymore, running into new castmates. typically, though, he doesnât take it quite so literally. rounding the corner, kyu finds himself face-to-chest colliding with someone he hasnât yet had the pleasure of meeting (despite maybe the occasional glance in the communal room). an expletive in a yelped korean leaves his mouth and a hand raises automatically to rub at his nose before embarrassment floods across his features. âoh no,â he whimpers, springing backwards so as to inspect the damage (hardly any, of course, given kyuâs size -- or lack thereof). cheeks flushed pink and ears tinted red, a shy gaze lifts onto his taller victim. âso, so sorry. can i -- er, are you hurt?â
* /Â hyuntceâ !
The sound of Kyuâs voice would have drawn him to an abrupt stop regardless of whether that whine was instilled into it or not, but somehow it makes it cuter to hear that. Turning about, he allows him to tug him towards the kitchen, a little smile on his lips as he looks at him. Heâs so tiny, it makes Hyuntae want to â well, it makes Hyuntae want. Perhaps he shouldnât get distracted when thereâs food to be cooked, but he canât help it when he stops just short of the stove and pulls Minkyu back into him. An arm winds around his waist, and he has to bend down to nuzzle in beside his nose and then press a soft, sweet kiss to his mouth. âHello to you, too.â Giving him another nuzzle, he smiles a little bigger as he pulls away. âWant me to open some wine?â To go with their meal, that is. He wants to be useful if Minkyu is going to do all of the cooking, and thatâs the only way he can think of doing that at the moment. Distracting him with kisses is most likely the opposite of that.
the domesticity he craves is satisfied in an instant by the arm looped âround his waist and the way henry folds into him as they returns to his place by the stove. affection is in abundance, pouring out of him and flooding the room in its light. he bathes in the touch and feels he may just float away if it werenât for the kiss tethering him to the spot. it doesnât feel like reality -- not his reality, anyways -- where he gets to be the one in henryâs arms without having to sacrifice the other half of his happiness. âyouâre very dangerous,â he murmurs against the plush of henryâs lower lip, tipping his chin back down, only as frying oil comes dangerously close to crackling out of the pan. âyes, please darling --â the affection slips into an easy korean, â -- else iâm going to want more kisses and our scramble will burn to a crisp.âÂ
* / @royfmâ !Â
the world isnât made for people of his diminutive stature and neither, evidently, is the villa. living in a house with so many people, they go through linens quickly. towels seem to be in especially short supply, their usage split between the showers and the pool. minkyu is interested in the latter, feeling more comfortable and confident this season -- enough to actually consider a dip in the pool during the daytime. unfortunately, only the highest shelf is still stocked with the colorful towels and proves entirely unreachable, even by tippy-toe. heâs pouting at his formidable opponent, strongly considering scaling the other shelves like a spider monkey. that is, until he spots a tall stranger in the hallway. âhey! â he calls but politely, a shy smile coloring his features. âyou wouldnât by chance be free to help a damsel in distress, would you?â his gaze flutters up to the prize before flickering back to his handsome new companion.Â