this is some weird-ass shit, i don't know, don't ask me. and nation bf is a selfish jerk in this, just saying.
table for three. pg-15
doojoon, junhyung, dongwoon
threesome!2junwoon
angst? 1434 words
the number 3 has three lonely ends but they're all linked together by one line. do you still think it's a perfect number?
table for three
| the apartment, shared with two other people, was empty for the night. dongwoon should be used to it by now. after all, this wasn’t the first time doojoon and junhyung had to attend some class reunion or some soccer match at the university (seeing as how doojoon is still fiercely loyal to the university’s soccer team and still helps to coach every now and then). on such nights when he was left alone, dongwoon watches tv, the volume turned up high because he doesn’t like the silence echoing off white-washed walls. if he could record doojoon’s laughter or junhyung’s nagging and then replay them on those lonely nights, he would. (he forgets that his heart is a recording machine, keeping everything he loves in that small thing till it’s overcrowded and cramped, begging him to please delete something before it explodes and leaves a tattered mess on the floor.) there are a million things dongwoon doesn’t know about doojoon and junhyung. a bunch of inside jokes, made up by the two (when it was just the two of them), that dongwoon can never get. a collection of stories that were somehow never fully divulged because doojoon laughs his ass off before he could even finish telling during dinnertime, junhyung glares disapprovingly at him and dongwoon just smiles to himself as he finishes his spaghetti. (like the story of junhyung in the tattoo parlour that doojoon was never allowed to tell anyone, much less dongwoon). it was a world of memories that dongwoon wasn’t a part of, a world that was completely shut close to him and sometimes this world makes its presence so forcibly felt in the apartment that he feels suffocatingly left out. three was never his favourite number. so why he was stuck in this predicament, in between his future (that he wants to build with the people he loves) and the world of memories (that somehow doesn’t want them all to move on), he doesn’t know. all he knows is that he loves doojoon and he would do anything for the other. even if doojoon comes inseparable, bound together with junhyung. (but he also forgets how easily and how ready he is to receive another person into his tiny heart.) junhyung likes order in his life. books on the bookshelf have to be ordered by height and alphabetically, magazines belonged to an area under the coffee table (and not on them! he constantly has to scream at doojoon) and socks should never be placed in the same drawer as panties. (he had no choice but to label the drawers -socks, panties, ties, watches, shades- after the seventh time dongwoon offhandedly threw his watch in and broke one of his shades.) even after he started dating doojoon and moved in with the other, his order had never been disrupted. after all, they grew up together and falling in love with each other was just as natural as having a tree years later after the seed has been sown. (even if there were times when his heart beats unnaturally fast as doojoon leans in and kiss him softly on the lips. or when the fool just smiles and pulls him to run around in the rain together, like they were six again, and he just laughs, without any protest at all because he loves doojoon’s smiles and laughter. these are things he doesn’t mind, just because he knows that love makes people do slightly stupid things together.) dongwoon came into their lives and junhyung’s order were thrown out of the window. there was suddenly another person to cook for, another person whose bed he has to make tidy in the morning and whose clothes he has to wash. (another person to share doojoon’s already small heart.) in a way, he could see why his lover’s heart was captured by the younger one. dongwoon had an easy, genuine smile that could brighten anybody’s day (including his own, he had to admit) and was contended with just having an ice-cream date with doojoon. dongwoon was everything junhyung was not. they say love is a battlefield. if that was true, junhyung has been to war countless of times just to keep the one he loved by his side. but at the end of the day, he looked back with horror and realized that he never had any free hands to really embrace doojoon, not when his hands were constantly clutching weapons to prevent anyone from coming near. so he gave up fighting and choose to wrap his arms around doojoon. (maybe his arms are long enough to include dongwoon in.) sure, there are days in which he misses the time when it was just the two of them, cuddling on the couch, and when his life could be kept within the rules and lines that he imposed on himself. but sometimes, he muses and decides that dongwoon isn’t such a bad whirlwind after all. all his life, doojoon had everything he wanted. he didn’t come from a rich family but anything he needed, his parents will try their hardest to provide and he is truly grateful for that. even his noona gives in to him more than she should, he thinks. he has always been fairly popular in school but he was never one to seek attention and popularity. (because junhyung was always next to him and that’s all he needed. at least, that was what he thought.) dongwoon appeared in his life like in some romance movie, bumping into each other at the coffee house and sparks, that started from one pair of smiling eyes to another, followed him home that day. (home was where junhyung cooks dinner in that pink apron and softly asked him with a loving glance, how was your day and where they cuddled in bed, his hands slowly trailing down the other’s frame. home wasn’t where the existence of dongwoon should linger around, his conscience reminded him.) no one taught him the way to guard his heart well (for himself, for junhyung) and so his heart fell slowly, surely and deeply for dongwoon. before he knew it, there was already a huge piece of his heart stuck on the other (but it was embarrassing to say, you have a piece of my heart, i would like to have it back please, thank you.) well-meaning friends gave him advices (if you’re in love with two people at the same time, you should choose the second one because if you really loved the first, you wouldn’t love another.) but all this didn’t make sense. because how does he forget all the memories with junhyung, the times when they stood by each other and all the things that made him love the other with a crushing defeat? (he can’t and he wouldn’t want to try.) he doesn’t love them any less, he just loves them in different ways. he still gets to eat junhyung’s cooking and dongwoon brings in more laughter and conversation around the dining table. when they all watch tv in the living room, his arm is around junhyung’s shoulders and dongwoon lies all over his lap. and yet, there are nights where he roams all over the city alone, feeling the need to escape the heaviness that sometimes gets too overwhelming for him in the apartment. he knows that he is selfish, hoarding hearts that are too precious for him to break (shouldn’t allow to break) and that maybe him leaving would be better for all three of them. his fingers dig into the hollowness of his pockets as he wondered which is the lesser evil of the two and he pulls his jacket tighter as a cold wind blows around his lonely frame. (on such nights, dongwoon creeps into junhyung’s bed in the middle of the night and lies next to his hyung under the covers, hands cold and seeking warmth in the other’s body. too tired and sleepy to kick the younger one out, junhyung draws dongwoon nearer and wrap his arms around the boy with a grunt, slightly surprised at how perfect they settled around each other.) doojoon comes home and finds his two lovers tangled up in each other. he stares at them, tears creeping up his eyes as he hears their slow breathing and he gently strokes dongwoon’s cheek. he leans down and softly kiss the tattoo imprinted on junhyung’s milky chest (barely hidden by the tank that the other wears to sleep). at the end of the day, he always comes home to them. well… because his home (his heart) is where junhyung and dongwoon are. |
sorry
dongwun , i wasn't able to write you in. you can be their pet hamster or something like that. lol...just joking, i love you. and i'm sorry there is really very little doowoon in this fic 8(