a/n: i’m soft and lonely so have some fluff with the softest boys
Kyungsoo was delightfully warm. With your face against his neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you, you were supremely comfortable. Chanyeol wasn’t going to be home until later, so it was just the two of you in a bed that normally held three.
You were always cushioned between them, one of them at your front and one against your back, two pairs of strong arms keeping you warm and secure. It felt odd to be missing one of them. Even when Chanyeol stayed up late working on music, he would come to bed when you or Kyungsoo asked. He was out tonight, though, at some party with costars you had never met.
He had invited you both, he always did, but a lot of people still gave you the side-eye when you said, “And these are my boyfriends.”
Kyungsoo made a soft noise, “What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean?” You asked, voice muffled against his skin.
He pulled back to look at you, eyes squinted with fatigue, “You’re restless.”
You tried not to pout, but you knew you looked pitiful as you muttered, “Bed feels empty.”
Kyungsoo laughed, pulling you back in against his chest, “I’m not enough for you?”
“Shut up, you know that’s not what I mean,” You laughed, pressing a kiss against his collarbone.
His fingers started to draw patterns on your back, lulling you into a light doze as you rested against him, “He’ll be home soon.”
Barely ten minutes passed before you heard the front door of the apartment open, the hinges squeaking. You perked up, sitting up in bed as you listened to Chanyeol’s big footsteps move down the hall. Beside you, Kyungsoo laughed, rolling over and draping one arm over your lap. You idly put your fingers in his hair, stroking over his head, and he hummed. He inched closer to you, pressing his body against yours.
Chanyeol appeared in the doorway of the bedroom just as you reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. Suddenly he was bathed in golden light, his hair mussed and a tipsy smirk on his face.
“Were you waiting up for me, princess?”
“Yeah, which kept me up too,” Kyungsoo grumbled, “Get in bed so we can all sleep.”
You watched Chanyeol change, switching from his jeans into a soft pair of sweatpants. He was so much larger than both you and Kyungsoo, and you almost always ended up with his giant arms clutching you both.
“Move over,” He murmured, nudging you.
You did, all three of you adjusting under the covers until finally you had both your boys around you. You pressed your face against Kyungsoo’s neck, fingers pressed against the warm skin of his waist. Chanyeol tucked himself against your back, draping a leg over yours and wriggling his hand between you and Kyungsoo to rest on your stomach.
Kyungsoo grumbled, his hand finding its way between you to interlock his fingers with Chanyeol’s. You could feel Chanyeol smile against your shoulder, pressing impossibly closer.
“Goodnight,” He said, “I love you both.”
Kyungsoo kissed your forehead, then pulled Chanyeol’s hand up to kiss across his knuckles, “‘Night.”
