~ Ravi’s POV ~

It was strange, the way that life ambled along its trusty path, no mind of the wicked or the wary. Nothing was going to stop the sun from rising, the same way there was no way to make time slow down or stop. Something felt like it should have been different. A weight on his shoulders since ing puberty had been lifted, the least life could do was give him a kazoo or some confetti or something. But no, morning came without preamble, the same as it always did. Life didn’t care that Hongbin loved him, but that was okay, he did, that’s what mattered.

Ravi’s mind woke in stages, a brief awareness of being, warm, soft, the scent of skin. Then came denial, a mental and, at times, physical attempt to wander back into the land of dreams, this step was successful about one half of the time. The third step was often split into two categories. One, he was late (because of course he was late) and it became a rapid fire ignition of willpower to outrun the clock somehow. Or two, the slow pull of wakefulness to a new day, whatever that brought, dragged his groggy conscious to the forefront.

That morning he was on step 3.2, the haze of sleep was slowly clearing out, grumpily mumbling that it’d be back later. He nestled closer to the person next to him, vaguely becoming aware that it was not Hongbin shaped, the scent was different, sharp and crisp compared to Hongbin’s more earthy scent. “I was wondering when you’d wake up.” the soft voice of Taekwoon cut through his ponderings and had his eyes popping open. Sure enough, there he was, head propped up against one hand, glancing down at him with those wonderful feline eyes as Ravi had been steadily cuddling into him.

When the had Taekwoon shown up?

“Was I drunk last night?” Ravi asked, somewhat hesitantly, eyebrows quirked. Not that he minded in the least waking up next to Taekwoon. It was really nice actually, something he could get used to in fact, but he was normally a lot more aware of who he went to sleep with and when. He couldn’t remember drinking at all, rather he and Hongbin had spent the evening figuring out what the most comfortable way to sit on the couch was while also taking up as much of the same space as possible. It was actually a lot less flirty than either of them had expected. By the end of it they’d been a mess of tangled limbs half on and half off the couch yelling and laughing at each other for being the who who’d shoved them off their perch. But no alcohol had been involved, despite the sound of it.

Taekwoon merely leaned down and pressed a kiss against his scrunched up forehead. “No, but it was late and you were only awake for thirty seconds.” Ravi lifted a brow at that but got no more in explanation from the other man except a hand running through his hair and a cheek laid on top of his head. Hongbin would know when and how Taekwoon had shown, but Ravi was pretty sure that his roommate had left for work already.

“How long have you been up?” As he recalled from their one night, Taekwoon tended toward the morning person side rather than the sprawl around in bed for hours after respectable people got up side. Still, he made no motion to extract himself from being curled around the other man, he was comfortable dammit.

A glance at the wall read out had Taekwoon almost wincing, “Two and a half hours,” he admitted looking almost sheepish. Something told Ravi that lazy mornings weren’t part of the regular rotation for the singer, which was a shame. “Hongbin-ah woke to go to work and I’ve been up since then.” That thought had to run through his head for a minute, Taekwoon woke when Hongbin woke, which meant that Hongbin had also been there in bed. And that he could recal, going to bed with Hongbin, soft kisses and stupid giggles. “You really don’t remember? He kissed you before he left and you nearly fell off the side of the bed when you tried to drag him closer.”

Intrigued, Ravi pulled back just slightly so he could prop his chin on Taekwoon’s shoulder. “That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“Why would it?” Taekwoon shrugged and nearly displaced Ravi’s perch. “You’re not going to stop seeing me now, are you?” Sitting up, covers pooling around his waist, Ravi tried to gauge the other man’s feelings. “You didn’t object that I was seeing both of you, so I assumed that…” Something akin to worry crossed Taekwoon’s face, eyes staring at the comforter, lips forming into a thin line. “Maybe I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“No, no,” quick to put him at ease, Ravi scooted closer to bump his shoulder against Taekwoon’s. “How am I going to stop seeing you? Are you kidding me? I spent six months trying to get your name, never mind your freaking phone number.” A smile broke out on his face at the memory of it. “Let you go? I don’t think so, you’re staying just where you are, right where I can find you.” And it did his heart good to see the small smile spread across Taekwoon’s face, a small sign of relief. “And Hongbinnie feels the same, okay? So, don’t you think about breaking his heart, you hear me?” Mock menace tinted his voice before he leaned over and kissed the other man, grinning into his lips.

He nearly purred when he felt those clever fingers slide through his hair, sweeping through to cup the back of his neck and massage it. Taking his time, Taekwoon’s tongue ran over his lip before slipping into his mouth. Slowly, almost lazily, they let themselves fall into the embrace, little nips and that had a pleasant sort of haze falling over them. Ravi’s hand glided down the inside Taekwoon’s arm before sliding up to cup the other man’s face, thumb brushing against his cheek.

A chiming sounded from the foot of the bed, a ring tone unfamiliar to Ravi, not that he had much time to think about it with Taekwoon’s teeth sinking into his lower lip. His soft groan spurred on the other man who gave a gentle tug against the flesh before swiping his tongue over it. Those perfect lips sealed around it before pulling back with a gentle that had Ravi’s own lip turning swollen.

The chime toned again and Ravi saw as the other man’s eyes turned cross, annoyance showing in the dip in his brow. “Need to get that?” Ravi was desperately hoping he replied in the negative. The small shake of Taekwoon’s head was all he needed to dive back in, lips cruising over the singer’s jawline.

A frustrated groan bubbled out of Taekwoon’s throat as the phone chimed again insistently. It would have been funny if Ravi didn’t think he’d get a pillow to the face for laughing. Instead he pressed another kiss to the corner of Taekwoon’s jaw and pulled back. “Want me to grab your phone?” They both knew that it wasn’t going to stop, but the death glare in Taekwoon’s eyes gave him pause. Until the phone chimed again and Ravi couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore.

With a near snarl, Taekwoon swung his legs off the bed and stood, stretching his long form and Ravi finally realized that those were his pajama pants. A pleased grin spread across his face, quite okay with the idea of Taekwoon wearing his stuff. The man stalked around the edge of the bed to grab at something on the ground, coming up with his hand phone and an even more annoyed glare.

But the annoyance quickly fell from his face, his eyes going wide and skin turning almost ashen. Worry immediately seated itself in Ravi’s gut and he crawled across the mattress to sit at the foot of the bed. “What is it?” a touch of panic painted his voice, “What’s wrong?”

Wordlessly, Taekwoon turned his phone toward him, the glaze of shock spread in his eyes. On the screen was a series of messages from someone named Lee Jaehwan.

Hyung! Are you there?? I need to talk to you!!!!!!!

And then another.

Can I come over to your place? Are you home?????

And another.

Do you have someone there? Kekeke… No, sorry it’s not funny, this is really important! Can we meet????? PLEASE??

And one last one that had the blood draining from Ravi’s face.

I did it, hyung. It was me.