"Oh- Oh my god," Renjun squeaked, burying himself under his blanket while a blur of bad and they know and you fucking idiot and other discernible thoughts rampaged through his head.

"Renjun-" Jaemin reached out, but Renjun must have felt something coming near him, and he scooted away from his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

Jeno's heart jumped to his throat and started jumping around like a pinball; he felt like choking. Renjun knew that they liked him- but how long had he known? Where did he get that note? How did he get that note? There was always that fear at the back of his mind that Renjun would find out-

Was- was he apologising because he didn't return either of their feelings? Jeno felt a headache coming on; the thought alone was heart breaking. They should have seen it coming, though. Should have realised how slim the chances were.

Jaemin put his shaking hand on Jeno's arm. Would Renjun think that they were disgusting for liking him while they were dating already? What if he was one of those people who just found the whole concept of polyamory strange? They were going to be rejected, and hard, he knew it. So he tugged on Jeno's sleeve and shook his head sadly when Jeno turned to him. They should get out of here before both of their hearts cracked into four forlorn pieces.

"Then- then we'll get going, Renjun. See you- unless, not. Bye," Jaemin forced out. There was pain evident in his voice, and he cringed at how utterly weak he sounded. Jeno and Jaemin slumped to the door, and Jeno was just reaching for the handle when-

"Is it true?" It was such a tiny whisper that if it weren't for the custard thick silence, it never would have reached their ears.

Jaemin turned slowly, and Jeno's grip loosened from the handle and his arm fell to his side. "Wh- what?" Jaemin asked quietly, unsure if he had imagined it.

"Were you lying? Was it a joke?" Renjun peeked out from under the blanket, blinking away the wetness in his eyes rapidly. Jaemin didn't know what to say, so Jeno stepped in. "No! It was all true, Renjun. We meant every last word of- of everything!"

Renjun took the blanket down from his shoulders, and looked at them with his head tilted sideways, an unreadable look on his face. "Really?"

Jeno nodded in affirmation, and took Jaemin's hand, both bracing themselves for outright rejection. Renjun took a deep breath, Jaemin tightened his hold on Jeno's hand, and they painfully awaited their verdict-

Renjun started laughing, and loudly too. His chuckles bounced off the walls, and he threw his head back in his fit. Jaemin and Jeno thought they had never heard anything more beautiful than his gleeful laughter. But at the same time, fear was creeping up their throats- was he laughing because he thought it actually was a joke- some painfully elaborate plan? Was he laughing at them and their sad, sappy, unrequited affection? What if-

"And all this time, I was worrying for nothing- it's so- ha-" his sentence was interrupted by another round of hysterical laughter fighting it's way out of his throat. Jeno and Jaemin were now beyond the stage of being perplexed. "What do you mean? Why are you laughing?" asked Jaemin, sounding just as bamboozled as he was feeling.

Renjun stopped a moment later, only because his throat was sore by now. He pointed incredulously at Jeno and then at Jaemin, a small smile on face the whole while. "You- Jeno- and you, Jaemin- you both like me?"

"Well, yeah," said Jaemin, his grip loosening on Jeno's hand. "What else do you expect? You are literally perfect," he pointed sideways at Jeno with his thumb, "Jeno agrees too."

Renjun's cheeks warmed at the compliment, and he grinned even wider; his insides felt the warmth of it all too. Because now, now he could-

"Could you guys come here for a minute?" he chirped innocently. Jeno and Jaemin edged slowly towards the bed, wary. "Sit down~" Renjun singsonged. Jeno couldn't help but smile at his behaviour. They sat down at the opposite end of the bed, and Renjun put on a serious face. "Closer."

They scooted closer to him by a fraction, scared of what he was trying to do.

"Closer." Scoot.

"Closer." Scoot.

"Closer." Scoot.

"Closer." Scoot.

As soon as Renjun dubbed them close enough, he threw his arms around the both of them. "Same, same, same, same. I like you too. The both of you. I like you a lot."

Those words sounded like music to the other two's ears, it was absolutely unreal to them what they were hearing. They both put their arms around him, and around each other too. "What." Jeno straight up said, "You're not serious?" He pulled back from the warm embrace, along with Jaemin, and looked at Renjun in disbelief. Renjun shook his head and smiled sweetly at them. "Of course I am."

"Well then," said Jaemin, clapping his hands together, "The question is: who gets to kiss him first?"

Renjun coughed and turned bright red, able to get no coherent words out past his stuttering. Jeno smirked, and held up a closed fist, resting on his other hand's palm. "Rock Paper Scissors?"

"You are going down," said Jaemin confidently.

"Rock, paper, scissors," Jaemin pulled out a rock and Jeno's hand acted out a paper while Renjun watched on in numb disbelief.

"Ha! Got you!" exclaimed Jeno, enveloping Jaemin's loosening fist in his own. Jaemin, panicking, shouted, "It's three rounds!"

"What? You never said that, it's not fair, you lost!" Jeno huffed indignantly. "It's always three rounds, dumbass! Shut up, I know what I'm doing," said Jaemin, rolling his shoulders and getting ready to win this thing. Renjun buried his head in his hands, wondering why the hell he ever agreed to date these dorks.

The next round, Jeno held two of his fingers out in a scissors, and Jaemin simply held out his fist again. Jaemin knocked his fist over Jeno's hand, and Jeno fell sideways in defeat. Jaemin pumped his fist in victory. "Why you bully me," Jeno mumbled. Renjun snorted.

"Great, now there's a tie-breaker," Renjun rolled his eyes, because this was absolutely ridiculous. By now he could have kissed the both of them, never mind the order, and he was getting slightly frustrated. He puffed out his cheeks and waited for them to start the third round.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" The moment of truth.

Jeno made a paper again, obviously hoping that Jaemin would use rock again. Unfortunately for him, Jaemin pulled out scissors. His eyes lit up as Jeno let out a devastated wail. Jaemin looked like he was about to celebrate, but Renjun just grabbed his face and leaned in, having had enough of this bullshit.

Jaemin tasted like honey against his lips. Their lips moulding together perfectly, they found  their rhythm easily. Renjun found himself just melting into the kiss, because it was just perfect. It was sweet and innocent, everything Renjun ever wanted basically. Losing track of time, Renjun only realised he had to pull away when his lungs started complaining about the lack of airflow. He could almost hear them saying are you done yet?  

Breathing. What an annoying construct.

They pulled away, gasping, having trouble getting enough air into their lungs. They heard a squeak, and saw Jeno hiding his face. "You guys are- oh my god-"

"What is it, Jen?" Jaemin said in a teasing voice, "Jealous? Bet you can't kiss him as well as I can." Jeno removed his hands from his face, and looked at Jaemin with an unimpressed look.   "You, of all people, know just how well I kiss." Jaemin spluttered and turned red. "No one asked for input-"

Renjun had now caught his breath after watching the two with mild interest. He, unlike Jaemin, was not used to kisses that drained you from oxygen and left you in shock of what just happened.

"I would like to know too," he said daringly. Jeno looked at him slowly. "What?"

"I want to know just how well you kiss." Jeno's mouth fell open, but he quickly recovered himself. "Be my guest."

Then Jeno came forward and connected their lips. At the beginning, it was a bit clumsy, but the second they came to the same pace, it was made up for immediately. Jeno was a bit rougher than Jaemin, but dear god, Renjun was not complaining. Jeno ran his tongue over Renjun's lip, and the shock of that alone made Renjun gasp. Jeno took the opportunity to enter Renjun's mouth, easily taking control, being the more experienced kisser. It was bliss-

"Oh my god! That's enough! Begone, thots!" They were pushed apart suddenly and they looked at Jaemin confusion. His face was bright red. "Wow," laughed Jeno. "It's hard to make Jae blush like that. We must have been pretty hot, ey?" He winked at Renjun, making a dusty colour spread over his cheeks as well.

"Does this mean that we're dating now?" Jaemin obviously wanted to change the topic, but he had also wanted to confirm this. "Are- are we all boyfriends now?" Jeno looked at Renjun, as if to ask well? Are we? Renjun nodded without hesitation. This might have been one of the best things to ever happen to him. "Well, if it means I can make out with both of you whenever, you wont be hearing any complaints from me." Jaemin raised his hands with a happy smile upon his pretty pink lips.

Renjun looked in the mirror and was surprised immensely by the scruffy haired, blushing, swollen lipped mess that stared back at him. It looked like he had just had a great makeout session. Which he had, but his reflection really helped him come to terms with that.

Then the most terrifying thing today happened. The front door slammed close downstairs, making them all jump out of their skins, and a shout came up the stairs, "Hey Renjun! I'm home. How are you feeling?"

"Oh my god, oh my god! We are dead!" Jaemin whisper screamed, panicking greatly now. Jeno just swallowed, "Do we have time to hide or something?" Jaemin looked towards the shut curtains, that had streaks of sunlight shining through them. "Can your window open far enough to fit two skinny legends?"

"Jaemin," Renjun deadpanned, "We are on the second floor."

"Renjun? You there? I'm coming up!" Renjun felt a stab of panic in his chest as he realised that they all looked like they had just had an intense makeout session. "Shit, guys! What if he sees us like this?" Before the three had a chance to properly panic or appreciate the state of the others, the door opened and Renjun's dad peeped in. "Hey- oh. What are you guys..." and halfway through his sentence, he actually took in the state of the teens, and his eyebrows rose so high they were in danger of disappearing into his brown, slightly greying hair. "Well, I wonder what you three have been up to. Nothing too interesting, I assume?"

"Look, I can explain-" Renjun rushed to try and do something to save them from certain demise, but his father raised his hand. "There is really no need to explain something that's obvious. I can't exactly say anything to stop you kids or that would make me a hypocrite. Use protection. Bye."

And he closed the door, leaving the couple in shock of his actions. "Was he actually ser-"

"I didn't mean it!" yelled Mr Huang from somewhere on the other side of the house. "Don't have sex while I'm here- or ever, actually!"

Jaemin giggled. His smile was beyond contagious, and Jeno and Renjun joined in. Pretty soon, they had melted into a messy heap of smiles, laughs and love, right there on Renjun's bed. 

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thats the end of the story! I was scared to publish this chapter because I really think the ending was inadequate,, but there it is! I had so much fun writing this story and you guys were so supportive of me. this was my first ever story so thank you so much for a whopping 10k reads!! 

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