Better Things

Alarms blared in your head. Fires deep in your gut were being put out by spiritual little firemen. You’d been waiting all day for this; it was now or never.

“Hey, uh… are you… doing anything tonight?”

Yuna and Wonyoung looked back at you, puzzled. They had just packed up and on their way out, ready to clock out on the dot.

“I’m going out for a friend’s birthday party,” Yuna replied.

“Me? I’m just gonna do some groceries. Didn’t get to do it last weekend,” Wonyoung replied.

“Oh,” you remarked. “Can I join you?”

You paused, the three of you staring at each other awkwardly.

“To the birthday party?,” Yuna smirked.

“No! No, the uhh… grocery…?” you fumbled, hesitant.

The pair looked at each other, and erupted in laughter.

The first day back after your very eventful weekend was going much slower than expected. Save for the now conspicuous seating arrangement – you within the sightline of both Yuna and Wonyoung, sat at the center on one side with the both of them on opposite ends opposite you – and the met gazes and heart-melting smiles, work was practically same as normal. In hindsight, to have assumed – or perhaps, fantasized – they’d tease you incessantly today unnecessarily tensed you up. But such circumstances never came, for reasons you couldn’t surmise – at least, until this moment.

“Babe, calm down!,” Wonyoung reassured. “You look like you’re about to pass out.” She pulled your chin towards her and kissed you on the cheek, and the spot burned hotter than any fire in your gut.

“Sorry. I just didn’t wanna make things awkward, or something. I dunno.” Did you feel tears well up in your eyes? Maybe; you were too distracted by Wonyoung and Yuna’s faces right next to yours to enote.

Yuna cupped your face in her hands. “Aww, are you clingy?”

“What? No,” you lied, “not as much as you’re teasing me for.”

Yuna pecked you on the lips with a toothy grin. “I know. Stop worrying.”

You smiled, then chuckled as the whole weight of your anxiety fell from your insides, and the two laughed with you.

You calmly looked around if anyone was passing by, and when the coast was clear you pulled them both into your arms and returned their affections – you kissed Wonyoung, while Yuna smooched your cheek, then you pulled Yuna in, Wonyoung peppering your cheek next.

When you all caught your breaths, you sighed out a single, yearning “ fuck,” and the pair laughed heartily as you shut the lights in your office and headed out.

“Helping with groceries is hardly a date,” Wonyoung scoffed as you walked out of the office building.

“Hey, it’s boyfriend errands,” Yuna suggested, looking at you. “I think it’s a date.”

“We can get ice cream after,” you offered, “my treat.”

“See, a date,” Yuna snapped on behalf of a more satisfied Wonyoung. You both glanced at her, waiting for her approval; a grinned roll of the eyes was all you needed to see.

“Aww, I’m so excited for you and it’s making me jealous,” Yuna taunted.

“Then go out with him tomorrow,” Wonyoung scoffed. “You’re free tomorrow for Yuna, right, baby?”

You gulped aloud. “Y-yeah,” you mumbled, “just need to think of something to do.”

“Why do you sound so awkward?,” Wonyoung scoffed, poking your side. “Loosen up.”

You crossed your arms. “You make it sound like last weekend was nothing.”

“Wittle boy throwin’ a tantrum?,” she teased again.

“No! It’s more that you’re both so…,” you fumbled about with your hands. “ casual.”

“Well, we ended our conversation with you committing to date us,” Yuna reassured. “And you are. So it’s alright! We just love teasing you. You’re cute when you’re flustered.” Wonyoung nodded in agreement. You felt your cheeks flush as they hid in your shoulders.

Man, were you whipped for the both of them. More than the teasing scratching a specific itch (or kink?), you still couldn’t keep your eyes off them, smiles warmly greeting yet chillingly comforting. And gaze you did, the mere fixation on their eyes, their lips, the subtle curves and even subtler peeks of skin in their unusually casual sweaters-and-sweatpants outfits of the day, their everything – it all brought to mind the before-and-after of their smiles first in the afternoon light and then coated in your manifest profession of infatuation.

“I’ll go ahead now, still gotta get dressed,” Yuna reached in for one last kiss, a bit more cautiously now out in public. “See ya!”

As she subtly skipped away, you and Wonyoung looked at each other.

“You know, it’s weird she’s the older one,” you commented.

“Tell me about it,” Wonyoung groaned. “It felt like a princess was moving in last night.”

“And you aren’t?,” you teased, bumping her shoulder. She slapped your arm before snaking her hand in between.

“C’mon. You’ve got boyfriend duties to fulfill.”

How lucky you were, you sighed, and the hesitation left with your breath.

Wonyoung never came across as the “act now, think at the same time” kind of person. Yet every aisle she seemingly aimlessly dragged you to in the supermarket suggested she had no idea where things were. Granted, it was clear that she knew what she needed, even without any list prepared anywhere, and weaved through each shelf without a moment wasted.

“Is it really acting first if you think about how to do it first?,” she retorted to your aforementioned comment. “At least I’m not spontaneous. I plan just enough.”

You gestured at the improvised section of the cart. “Around half this basket and just as much ‘oh yeah’s beg to differ.”

“Shut up,” Wonyoung laughed, “I also took twice as long as usual. Now whose fault is that?”

You felt your ears burn shyly all the way until you reached the cashier. Quiet as you stood, Wonyoung leaned into your chest and rested her head on it. “Thanks for coming with me, babe. You made this fun.”

You sighed heavily. “You two are going to kill me every time you call me that.”

She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around your neck. “Then what’s gonna happen if I do this and call you ‘baby boy’ in public, hm?”

You looked at both ends of the empty aisle, out of sight from the old lady punching away at her screen, and pulled her entire body in for a kiss. You locked lips for full seconds, heaving as you dove in deep, even grabbing a handful of her ass. And then, without warning, you let go of her in the next breath. She looked at you with a mischievous, slightly annoyed smile.

“You asked,” you taunted.

“Oho, just you wait until I have my hands all over you, you naughty boy,” she smirked, eyebrows furrowed and eyes beady.

At the register, you helped her pack things into an eco-bag (which, of course, she did have ready). Looking left and right to an otherwise empty lane, you made a quick grope of Wonyoung’s ass once more, this time with your hand inside a back pocket. You heard her barely subdue a moan, prompting an extra loud slap of your back.