The next day, Chan walks to work – it takes significantly longer, but Felix walks next to him, a ball of nerves and anxiety.

"You'll be fine," Chan tells him and drags him inside.

"Welcome, and hello Chan-hyung," Jisung says from in front of the counter where he's arranging some tulips. Then he sees Felix, who isn't hiding behind Chan because Chan steps away from him "Felix?"

"Hello," Felix says with a sunshine smile.

Jisung throws himself through the room and onto Felix, who stumbles but doesn't fall. "Felix!"

Chan smiles as he watches Felix and Jisung converse in a mix of English and Korean, and Felix lifts his wrist and Jisung hugs him again. He feels someone drop something into the breast pocket of his suit and looks to the side. Hyunjin's smiling at him, hair in a bun, wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that leaves almost all of his marks uncovered. Chan melts a little on the inside.

"Hey," Hyunjin says.

"Hi," Chan leans in and pecks his lips. "I gotta go, but I'll leave Felix with you. He has his phone, he knows the code to my apartment, but I doubt he'll want to leave anytime soon."

Hyunjin nods, taking one of Chan's hands hostage in his. "That's fine. I'll see you tonight?"

"Yes," Chan says, and lets Hyunjin kiss his fingers.

When he looks into his pocket, he finds an orange rose.

-

At work, he finds his office almost drowning in flowers. He's welcomed back with iced coffee (and drinks it despite Felix's warnings to stay away from coffee for a bit) and organised files of everything he missed. Someone brought a "We Hope You Had Fun On Your Holiday And Will Go On Holiday Again" cake, and Chan is filled with appreciation for his team and pride in what Jia and he managed to do with the company their parents left them when they split.

He spends lunch with his colleagues and subordinates, accepting compliments but remaining secretive about the orange rose. He didn't bother with a tie in the morning, wearing just a simple black silk shirt with the top buttons undone, so he even shows off his lilac. It's nothing less than the lilac deserves, he reasons, and then he acknowledges that he's a bit possessive about his soulmates, maybe.

He leaves on time, which doesn't get him a standing ovation but it does get him applause from his assistant and happy cheering from the photographers and editors working on next month's magazine.

As he leaves, the receptionists greet him with a bow. They look at him like he's a k-pop idol or something, but Chan dismisses the thought – they're probably just new to the company and just learned he's his sister's brother, or saw one of his high profile photo shoots. Chan wishes them a good evening and steps outside, into a storm of flashing cameras.

He lifts a hand to shield his eyes, and is immediately grateful for the member of security who steps up next to him and blocks him from the reporters.

"Bang Chan-nim, Seo Changbin-nim politely requests your presence," the guard says.

Chan's eyes adjust to the flashing lights, or there's a brief pause – and he can see down the stairs to the street, where Changbin's sleek company car parks illegally on the curb. Changbin steps out and waves, ignoring the cameras shoved in his face. He can, he has four security staff members around him.

"Thank you," Chan nods to the guard next to him and walks toward Changbin.

Like in a cheesy romcom or the story of Moses as he crossed the sea, the crowd of paparazzi parts before him like waves. Changbin is smiling, hair styled back from his forehead artfully, suit tailored to perfection, and most daringly: he's got an orange rose on his neck, there for the world to see. His tie is pastel purple, the same shade as the lilac under his shirt.

"You're on time, hyung," Changbin smiles.

"It is our first date," Chan laughs, and Changbin steps aside so Chan can get into the car first.

As always, the car smells like it's new. Chan sits in the middle seat, and there's enough space so they wouldn't need to touch even like this, but when Changbin closes the door and fastens his seatbelt, right next to him, their thighs brush. Chan takes Changbin's hand and leans against him as the car starts driving.

"Reporters will be all over you," he says.

"Good thing I don't care," Changbin kisses Chan's cheek. "Don't worry about it. I already told my PR people what's up. Worry about what your sister will say when she gets the news."

Chan laughs. "She'll be cool about it. She's a lot like Felix, I think, just more busy."

"She'll like Hyunjin, too."

"I can already see it," Chan sighs dramatically, "Jia-noona will disown me and adopt Hyunjinnie as her little brother instead. I can be the exploited employee."

"... you didn't tell her yet," Changbin facepalms.

"I've literally learned about us less than twenty four hours ago," Chan defends himself, but winces. It's a terrible excuse. But hey, how is he supposed to tell Jia? Hey, you know how I've been in love with my best friend for years and had a one night stand with a cute florist? They're my soulmates now? Yeah, no. "She's busy," Chan says.

"Too busy for her only brother?" Changbin asks. "Wait, I'm sorry."

Chan looks up. "Why?"

Changbin shrugs. "I'm just – jealous that you're not an only child, but that's ridiculous."

"It's not," Chan shakes his head. "I think Felix would agree with you."

Changbin hums, and doesn't say anything further. He squeezes Chan's hand, and Chan's thoughts drift off to where they've wanted to go all day: them as a trinity.

Chan has hopes. He wants them to work as three, wants to love them equally and individually, wants them both to love him, too. And he wants Changbin and Hyunjin to love each other, which is the one thing he can't control. But he has hopes. With Changbin's little speech, and Hyunjin being Hyunjin, he hopes. Hyunjin, who accepts Chan as he is and accepted Chan as he is before they knew they were soulmates. Hyunjin, who said 'okay' when Chan confessed to be in love with his best friend. Hyunjin, who didn't let go of him, who came back to Chan's apartment to apologise even when Chan was gone without a word.

He breathes in Changbin's cologne.

Maybe he should think of things to say, things to ask – but he's exhausted. He wants kisses, and verbal confirmation of everything they haven't yet said. The paparazzi prove that not everything is going to be as simple as taking off his clothes to skip to the romance.

They arrive at Hyunjin's building, and Chan leads the way up the stairs. The door to the roof is open; Chan gently closes it behind them. Changbin looks around Hyunjin's roof with awe in his eyes and lips parted.

All of the flowers are blooming, the leaves big and green. Spring is almost over now, and Hyunjin's rooftop is in full bloom. And it's even prettier than it was that morning when Chan left.

The sun is setting over Seoul's skyline, and where there were two yellow metal chairs, now there are three.

The best thing about Hyunjin's roof is Hyunjin, leaning against his doorway with his arms and legs crossed. He's stunning in a soft looking white cardigan with buttons, leaving his collar bones exposed. His sleeves are rolled up to show off his underarms, primroses and tastefully cute bracelets, and Chan tries not to focus on his thighs under the pale pink shorts. His hair is partly pulled back into a ponytail, and as if there's an electric current between them, Chan is drawn to Hyunjin like they're on a magnetic field.

"Hey," Hyunjin says, and this close Chan can see the glittery colour on his lips, the hints of black and gold around his eyes. Hyunjin's bracelets reflect the sun when he reaches out to Chan and Changbin.

"Jinnie," Changbin says, "this is awesome. Did you grow all these flowers yourself?"

Hyunjin laughs, and Chan can't help but smile, too. "Some of them," Hyunjin says, "can I get a kiss?"

"Of course," Changbin leans in, running a hand up Hyunjin's chest to rest on the side of his neck. They kiss briefly, intimately, and Chan finds himself holding his breath. When they part with a quiet wet sound, Hyunjin turns to Chan and Chan almost trips as he crosses the space between them. Hyunjin tastes like lipgloss.

"Come inside, then," Hyunjin leads the way inside.

Chan watches Changbin take it all in. They take off their shoes, and Changbin hangs his suit jacket on a rack Chan didn't notice the last time he was here.

He can't help but look at the bed; it's neatly made and comfortable, and in the daylight it looks just like a place to sleep, a cozy corner in a room full with things. The low table in front of the couch is free of papers and textbooks, and instead stacked with side dishes, with comfortable looking spronge cushions next to it.

"I'm still waiting for the rice to finish cooking," Hyunjin says, "and I made bibimbap. Do you want something to drink?"

"Coffee?" Chan asks.

Hyunjin hesitates. "You know, Felix spent all day at the flower shop with Jisung, and he threatened me with no brownies if I gave you coffee before you get an okay from a doctor. I think he's seriously worried about your caffeine intake."

Chan winces. "That's what he said this morning. He's probably right. How about black tea?"

"Nope," Hyunjin grins, "but I am allowed to offer you green tea."

"Please give me the green tea, then," Chan follows Hyunjin through the room to the kitchen installed on the opposite wall. The rice cooker still makes no indication of being done.

"I'm good with green tea, too," Changbin says, following them, leaning against the counter. "How are Jisung and Felix?"

"Oh, very good," Hyunjin says. He fills the water cooker with water. "They switch between comfortable conversations about memes and anime to very awkward adorable flirting and back really fast."

Chan chuckles. "Sounds like Felix."

"Should we," Changbin starts, and stops. "I mean, like, play twenty questions or something? And since Chan-hyung and I will be in the news tomorrow, we need to talk about that, too."

"Why would you be in the news?"

Changbin winces. "You know, the thing, where I'm CEO of this company, and I didn't cover the rose tattoo, and then I picked up hyung from in front of his building, and he also hasn't covered his tattoo. So."

"And my sister will want to meet you, Jinnie," Chan adds helpfully. "She's very cool, and she'll love you more than she loves me, so don't worry about it."

Hyunjin nods. "Okay. What do I do about the news? What do I say when people recognise my marks? Should I... cover the rose?"

Changbin furiously shakes his head. "No, that's not necessary. I'll get my PR team to hold a press conference tomorrow – they'll want to do that, anyway, and I told them that we're three. Your identity will be kept private unless you want your name known, and if someone asks you can tell them the truth, if you like. Reporters will stay away or I'll sue them and their newspapers."

"Oh, that's good," Hyunjin exhales. "I'll take the anonymity, for as long as possible."

"Okay," Changbin smiles. He takes Hyunjins hand. "Seriously, if anyone – or anything – bothers you, please tell us."

"Can we do twenty questions, then?" Hyunjin chuckles. His eyes flicker from Chan to Changbin, and then he looks down to Changbin's hand in his. "I'm... well, I'm kind of insecure, because you two are best friends and have known each other for a long time."

Chan takes Hyunjin's other hand. "Then let's play twenty questions until you're not."

"I actually feel similar," Changbin says. Both Chan and Hyunjin turn to him, surprised. "With... well." Changbin blushes. "You've had sex with each other, and while I'm no virgin, it's been a while since..."

"Changbin-ah," Chan reaches out to lightly pull on Changbin's tie, "I want you, in whatever way you'll have me. We'll communicate, do that whole grown up thing. And we have the rest of our lives to figure everything out. We can play twenty questions, but in bed, if you'd like."

Hyunjin snorts, and Changbin smiles.

"I..." Chan pauses, to gather his thoughts. "I want to meet Jinnie's parents, and Kkami. I want to introduce both of you to my sister as my soulmates, even if she decides she likes you more than me. I want kisses, and I want a threesome, and to show you both that I – love you. Binnie, I told you that, but I'll tell you again. And Hyunjin, I –" Chan looks at Hyunjin, his pretty golden eyeshadow and vulnerable expression, "I love you, too. And maybe it's too early to say, but this, us, I'm grateful for that."

"Channie-hyung," Changbin says.

"Kisses, huh?" Hyunjin's eyes darken. He pushes Chan's back against the counter and kisses Chan, hungrily, open mouthed, wet. He pulls Chan's hair to tilt his head and deepens the kiss, and in one movement grabs Chan's thighs and lifts him onto the counter without breaking the kiss.

Chan moans and gasps for air, parting his thighs easily. He kisses Hyunjin back with passion, skin on fire where Hyunjin drags his hands over his clothes, on his thighs, his hips, his waist, over the chain he's wearing under his shirt –

Hyunjin pulls back, hands on Chan's waist. "Fuck, hyung, do you have any idea –"

"Well," Chan shrugs and tries to pretend he's not half hard in his pants, "I have theories."

"Changbin-hyung," Hyunjin says as he steps away from Chan, "just in case you thought Chan-hyung was dominant in bed: you're wrong."

Changbin stares at Chan. "You're not?"

Chan feels his ears heat up. "I mean I – I suppose I could be, if you want me to?"

"Aw, flustered?" Hyunjin kisses his cheek. "Binnie-hyung, come and kiss him yourself. He asked for kisses, remember?"

Changbin slowly steps between Chan's thighs. He licks his lips, looks Chan up and down – the black silk shirt, untucked, top button undone, lilac peaking out. He lightly rests his hands on Chan's knees and drags his palms over his thighs to his hips, then he looks up. "Hyung. Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

Chan parts his lips in expectation, and Changbin leans in and kisses Chan for the second time in their lives. He sucks on Changbin's lips, arches his back, presses against Changbin. And Changbin leans in close, closer, so close Chan can melt against him. He feels Changbin knead his upper thighs, and Hyunjin takes his hand and rests another hand on Chan's knee, and it's so much and Chan's lungs scream for air but it's so good –

Changbin breaks their kiss, putting a hand on Chan's kiss to push himself back. "You're hard?"

"Your fault," Chan says, voice hoarse. He blushes. "And Hyunjinnie's."

Hyunjin smirks. "Binnie-hyung, you should unbutton Chan's shirt fully."

"Huh?"

Chan groans but leans further back, baring his throat and chest. He closes his eyes. "Just do it, Binnie. He'll never shut up and – I wore it for the two of you, anyways."

"Okay..." Changbin carefully starts with the top buttons, leaning in to press a kiss onto the lilac before continuing. He stops when he's nearly done, and Chan knows he's seeing his waist chain now, and his belly button piercing in the form of a rose. "Oh."

"Oh?" Chan echoes.

"I'm having a really hard time not falling to my knees and blowing you right now," Changbin says, swallowing.

"A hard time," Hyunjin says.

Chan laughs. "As much as I'd like that, it's only our first date. Let's eat first?"

"Yes – um," Changbin closes Chan's shirt, blushes and steps back. "Uh – tea?"

"Yes," Hyunjin says. "The rice is done too – let's go sit down."

Chan and Changbin sit, and Chan doesn't bother to properly button up his shirt. Green tea is far from Chan's preferred beverage (black coffee) but it's good, and Hyunjin's cooking is delicious, and anyway – he and Changbin have a lot to compliment Hyunjin on, from the food to the flowers to Hyunjin's pretty hair.

"So this might sound bad, but," Hyunjin begins after Chan called his makeup beautiful and Changbin could only nod in adoring agreement, "I'm honestly kind of glad you haven't slept with each other yet. It's... something we can explore together, as three. And I really want to fuck you both."

"Yeah?" Changbin meets Hyunjin's eyes. "I want to fuck you both, too."

Chan holds his breath. Wow, he thinks. "Haha," he says into the tension, "I want to be fucked by you both. Though maybe not at the same time, I'm not sure if double penetration is something I can do."

Changbin and Hyunjin both snort.

"Saturday night, at my place?" Changbin asks. "I can't cook, but we can order something."

"I'd like that," Hyunjin says, smiling. He links his fingers with Changbin's.

"I'd really like that," Chan agrees.

"Anyway," Hyunjin grins, "how about those twenty questions, now?"

Chan doesn't count the questions, but he's pretty sure there's more than twenty asked in the following hours. He loves the way Hyunjin will smile and Chan and Changbin's stories from work, and he loves everything he learns about Hyunjin – his struggle to graduate high school and get into a good college, and then being in college and doubting it all, in the end deciding on giving the flower shop a try – and it's been two weeks, but it's been two good weeks, for him.

Chan tells them more about Australia, and confesses that he didn't know a thing about flowers until two weeks ago, which makes Changbin laugh and Hyunjin blush – because Chan confesses he only pretended to like flowers to keep Hyunjin's attention.

Chan also tells them about his darker thoughts – because Changbin asks.

"I'll show you my art studio," he promises, "and – I want to paint more flowers. Happier flowers."

"Spring flowers?" Hyunjin asks, and Chan answers yes.

Time flows by, and while they wash the dishes together, Changbin says he still wants to blow Chan.

"Um – what?" Chan nearly drops the bowl he was drying.

"I said," Changbin rolls his eyes. "I still want to blow you. And Hyunjin, too, if I'm being completely honest."

"We like being completely honest," Hyunjin says. "And I relate to wanting to blow Channie-hyung."

Chan blushes. "Um –"

"So shy, baby boy?" Hyunjin teases. He hands the last cup to Changbin to dry. "Let us take care of you."

Chan wants to protest. Wants to say, but I'm your hyung, I should take care of you. But he knows he won't say that today, and especially when it comes to sex, because if he's being completely honest, as they're all trying to be, he likes being taken care of.

"Baby boy?" Changbin asks, and then his eyes widen in realisation. "Oh, you're kinky. This is the best day of my life."

"Huh?" Chan turns to him. "What do you mean?"

"On saturday," Changbin smirks, "I'll show you my sex toys. Wait – your waist chain, Channie-hyung, do you like bondage?"

Chan's knees nearly give out, and he leans against the counter to steady himself. "Yes. I do."

"Jin-ah?" Changbin takes Hyunjin's hand.

"That's a very enthusiastic yes from me," Hyunjin says. "Can I touch you while you blow hyung?"

Changbin kisses Hyunjin in answer. He takes his time kissing him slowly, then sucking a hickey onto Hyunjin's throat. Changbin pushes Hyunjin against the counter next to Chan, and unbuttons his cardigan, twisting Hyunjin's nipples. He presses an open mouthed kiss to the center of Hyunjin's chest. Then he steps back.

"Tease," Hyunjin says, smiling.

"Yeah," Changbin agrees, and turns to Chan. Chan, who's been hard, again, since Hyunjin called him baby boy.

Chan holds his breath as Changbin unbuttons his shirt fully, and holds his breath when Changbin presses kisses down his throat and over his chest. He only remembers to breathe when Changbin sinks to his knees and opens his pants.

"Hyung," Changbin says, "this okay?"

"Yes," Chan answers, and: "please."

Changbin licks his lips, gathers spit, and takes Chan's cock in his mouth. A moan escapes Chan's throat. His knees wobble. His head spins. He grips onto the counter behind him, grateful for that support, and can't take his eyes off Changbin. Changbin's dark eyes looking up, soft fringe falling on his forehead, his hands on him.

When Changbin hollows his cheeks and takes him deeper, Chan's brain malfunctions and he forgets he has legs.

Hyunjin kneels behind Changbin, somehow shirtless, and starts taking off Changbin's tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Changbin hums around Chan, and Hyunjin takes that as confirmation to let his hands wander.

It doesn't take long for Chan to come down Changbin's throat, and while Changbin rests his forehead against Chan's blue roses, Hyunjin speeds up his movements and Changbin comes in Hyunjin's hand with a quiet moan. Hyunjin smirks as he stands, holding a come-stained hand to Chan. "Dessert, baby boy."

Chan doesn't hesitate to take Hyunjin's fingers into his mouth and suck. He closes his eyes, and slides to the floor to join Changbin. Hyunjin, the angel that he is, just joins them, so they're all kneeling in various states of undress. When Hyunjin removes his fingers from Chan's mouth, Chan grabs his wrist and licks his fingers clean.

"Well, shit," Changbin mutters.

Hyunjin hums, letting Chan do his thing. "Yeah."

"Jinnie, lie down," Changbin orders once Chan lets go of Hyunjin's wrist. "I promised to blow you."

"Oh, you don't – have to –"

Changbin rolls his eyes and pushes Hyunjin down. "I want to. Is that okay?"

Hyunjin swallows. "Yes."

"Okay." Changbin wastes no time freeing Hyunjin's cock, and swallows him with the same confidence as earlier.

Hyunjin presses his eyes closed and curses.

Chan needs another minute to catch his breath and wriggle his toes, then he crawls next to Hyunjin and leaves kisses over his chest. Hyunjin's nipples are incredibly pretty, so he sucks on them individually. And the lilac on Hyunjin's collarbone – he hasn't seen it up close. Only in the mirror, and even then – it's different to see it this close, in front of him, on Hyunjin's skin.

It's beautiful. Briefly, he thinks of the story of Hades and Persephone, and thinks that – maybe – he, Changbin and Hyunjin are different. After all, they are not gods, and the passing of the seasons doesn't depend on them. He, Changbin and Hyunjin are writing their own story.

"Chan-hyung, kiss my lips," Hyunjin groans, so Chan does, and stops thinking about myths.

Hyunjin comes into Changbin's mouth with a strangled moan, shuddering and then relaxing. He keeps a finger tugged loosely into Chan's waist chain, so Chan lies down next to him and presses his lips to Hyunjin's slightly sweaty shoulder.

Changbin lies down on Hyunjin's other side, reaching over him to touch Chan's face.

Chan smiles. "Bin, spit in my mouth?"

Hyunjin makes a strangled sound. "Oh my god."

Changbin just laughs. "Next time, hyung." Then he leans over Hyunjin to kiss Chan, and then Hyunjin.

"We didn't even make it to the bed," Hyunjin murmurs.

"This is floor slander," Chan argues weakly. "The floor is the only one who always catches you when you fall. Show some respect."

Chan's phone rings, then, and it's still in his pocket, which is good, but the caller ID is Jia, and he's lying on the floor post orgasm with his soulmates so now is maybe not the best of times. "Shit."

"Is it Jia-noona?" Changbin asks.

"Yeah," Chan sits up. "I'm gonna step outside to talk to her. I won't be long."

"I'll eat you out next time," Chan hears Changbin say to Hyunjin on his way out.