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Three years ago....
"O-Oh God, Mark. I-I don't think I can do this..." Donghyuck whimpered nervously as they pulled up in front of the club the oldest was quite partial too. More so, the very place he was able to find his second love within. The bedazzling blue and purple lights lining the neon title 'Sapphire Dome' were most definitely eye-catching, and the employees were considered the best in the city. This was one hellishly expensive club.
"It'll be fine, Baby. He's an amazing person, and I promise his smile will be enough to conquer your reservations."
"But what if he doesn't like me? H-He's in love with you, Mark. Not me...."
The ravenette sighed airily as he leaned back into the soft and rest-inducing fabric of his private vehicle's interior. His lip would occasionally catch between his teeth as his mind worked out how he could've possibly calmed his baby boy down. "Jaemin is lovely....and he's like me. His heart was never meant for just one person, and I know he'll fall for you."
He turned to the other with a fond gaze and reached his warm hand out to rest on Donghyuck's leg, the younger joining his own upon it to play with his slender fingers. The older continued with the shy gesture, "If you were able to accept that this is who I am....then you'll absolutely love how openly affectionate Nana is. I'm secretive because I have to be. I can't share everything with the world about you, as much as I'd love to.....but he can. Give him a chance."
"It's not giving him a chance that's my concern. It's him understanding me-"
"We've been through this a hundred times..."
"I'm a high maintenance, problematic little with trust issues and guarded love. Mark....he's going to roll his eyes and scoff, I can feel it."
This kid, the older thought to himself, bringing his hand up from the shorter's lap and pinching his nose with a teasing sound. Donghyuck hissed, smacking his arm three consecutive times before checking in the overhead mirror to make sure he was still beautiful. A model's face was their weapon.
"Let's go inside. If it all goes ass-ways, feel free to tell me 'I told you so'. Though I'm fairly certain my impeccable taste in partners hasn't let me down, and he'll like you."
"You've never even done this before," the brunette sighed before opening his door and sliding out reluctantly. His exposed skin was immediately met with a cold gush of wind travelling speedily through the expensive street, raising goosebumps along his tanned arms to which he covered with his hands.
Mark encompassed his waist with his arm, the suit he was adorned in making him even further ethereal than he already was. Hyuck loved him more than words could ever express....so he was willing to do this for him. He was willing to share his beloved if it meant he'd be happy, and they could stay together.
He was willing to try.
They entered the building as a stunning pair, the younger keeping squished against his boyfriend's body in hopes of dropping under the radar. Celebrities littered this place on a good day, so he wasn't in any real danger, thankfully.
"Nana," Mark hummed casually to one of the scantily dressed employees, the young teen of about sixteen or seventeen nodding happily before guiding them through the raucous crowds, the spilling drinks, the shameless dancers. Everything was so free here, and that was what Mark found most attractive about the establishment.
"He'll be with you shortly, Mr. Lee," the male chirped with added enthusiasm before pointing towards a curved sofa facing one of the same kind. A small, glass coffee table was perched between them, breaking the circle for some potentially needed distance.
"C'mon," Mark pulled Hyuck down to sit beside him, placing a kiss on his temple as he could see his lover was growing evermore nervous. "Good boy."
The server leaned down to ask whether they'd like drinks or not, of course receiving a 'yes' and the specific kinds. "So that's three?" He checked.
"Yep. Thank you," Mark winked as a natural flirt, but the younger was well used to it and simply winked back before heading off to grab those orders. The cinematic star crossed one leg over the other before resting his head back and inhaling the scent of combined sweat, alcohol, perfume, finger-food, and his much closer sweet lover. Donghyuck chose to smell of summer fruits this night, ironically during the end of autumn.
"What if I slip?" The young model whined, "He'll laugh."
"No he won't."
"I'll get kicked out."
"No you won't."
"What if something goes wrong, like an acci-"
"Lee Donghyuck, if you don't compose yourself and start wearing that bold attitude I know you possess, I'll personally make tonight Hell for you when we get home. You don't want a punishment, do you?"
The brunette elicited a cute squeak, resting his restless hands down on his thighs again and taking a deep breath. It wasn't a long wait either as another male, who was familiar to one, and not to the other sat down on the couch opposite them.
The blaring disco lights were blinding, but not as much so as the angel who'd graced the duo with his presence. He had a halo of white-blonde hair which flicked over his eyes a little, pearly white teeth on show through his stellar smile, a sexy combination of black slacks and a white suit jacket on as well as an open button-up beneath it.
To say Donghyuck was rather shocked by the understatement Mark had given him of 'yeah, he's pretty good-looking', was in itself a massive understatement. His eyes scanned the entire expanse of the boy, and he was already willing to ditch his 'single love' for a polyamorous one if this was what he could admire for the rest of his life.
"Ah, this must be the famous Lee Donghyuck," the host winked cutely, he too folding one leg over the other and leaning over them to be closer. "I've seen all your pictures, but they aren't terribly accurate, are they? The real version is better."
Mark chuckled in agreement, "A camera can't catch natural beauty like eyes can. Same goes for you, you big flirt," he nudged Jaemin's knee with his hand, "Haven't even been here two seconds and you're using your charms on my boyfriend. Your pictures don't do you justice."
"I'd like to think I get better with age," he confidently flicked his fringe like a cheeky female. "Either way, I've been dying to meet you, Donghyuck. Mark can't get you off his mind."
"Ah-" the second oldest gulped, "He's dramatic."
"Or honest," Jaemin smiled warmly. "I'm sure you've heard all sorts of horror stories about me, have you?"
Mark sat back comfortably as he watched them get settled, more than happy to provide the space they needed to establish a relationship.
"Horror stories? Not at all. Actually, Mark has been singing your praises for months. It's not often he meets another romantic like himself," Hyuck explained with a little more confidence now. He seemed to come to terms with how he and the host were alike, thus using this knowledge to his advantage. They felt the same way, after all.
"So....you don't mind that he has a tendency to fall for others? That he can't dedicate the entirety of his heart to you?" The blonde enquired gently, sitting back when the waiter returned with three cocktails, placing them down on the coffee table and disappearing again after a small 'enjoy'.
"I did at first," the older admitted. "I always wondered why it was that he got into so many relationships, but none of them ever worked. The cheating scandals were all true," he glanced to his partner with a soft and loving smile. "Nobody ever tried to understand him.....but I was too stubborn to give up, you see. And by God, if keeping him in my life means learning to love others, or at least allowing him to do so....then I'll do it."
Jaemin's eyes only marginally widened, a small stroke of shock coming about at such a beautiful and genuine answer. All his life he'd had countless affairs as well, unsettled romances, bitter break-ups....he was doomed, or so he thought. It was sort of....envy-sparking that Mark had found such a beautiful soul.
"Then, you know why we're meeting today, don't you?" The tallest decided to cut to the chase. These two weren't just 'customers' to him. At least, not anymore. They were quite potentially his lovers-to-be. "Mark wants us to share. I'm all for it, I think you're gorgeous. But it's you who gets the final say, you know? I refuse to date you both if you won't come to feel for me as well. That's not how polyamory works."
Donghyuck graced his tongue over his lower lip nervously as he looked down to the ground briefly to assure himself that this was what he wanted. That he could trust this person to protect him from the horrible people out there who really meant harm. His eyes then raised once more to bore deep into the opposing coco irises. "Before I say 'yes', I want confirmation that you know what I am. That you're aware of how difficult being around me is."
Jaemin simply sat still for a moment, eyeing him up and picking his drink off the table to swirl in the glass. Mark was laying his head back against the rest, watching intently as they sorted things out. He wanted this to work, but manipulating wasn't going to get him anywhere.
The blonde spoke up after a few thoughts. "You're a little. I've been studying as much. I think the librarian got the wrong idea when I started checking books out about taking care of people such as yourself. Caregivers, right?"
Mark smiled cutely, "He's been getting all sorts of tips from me as well. He's serious about this."
The second oldest's heart lurched forward in his chest, doing an unhelpful somersault as he started to breathe irregularly and blush excessively. Dear God, he'd never been told that the other had been preparing for him. Why did that make him feel so special?
"I think I have what it takes to look after you when you regress," Jaemin continued. "If you'll let me."
Donghyuck accidentally released a strange sound, stomach swirling with butterflies and head starting to spin a bit. Damn it, he'd never even touched the alcohol. The youngest caught this, a slight smirk tugging at the end of his lips as he placed his elaborate glass down and stood up gracefully, trailing over as slowly as possible before sitting down beside the brunette.
"Trust me," he drew his index finger through the side of Donghyuck's hair, flicking it back and seeing the red cheeks present even in this darkness. His voice was so low like this, so alluring to the older, and even Mark couldn't deny its charm.
Jaemin gently lay Donghyuck back to rest beside Mark in a similar position, the oldest running his hand along the smaller's thigh for comfort while the youngest proceeded to essentially 'seal their deal'. He knew the flustered boy had agreed, there was no doubt.
Donghyuck's breath hitched as the tallest leaned in with a playful expression, immediately melding their lips together shamelessly and bringing his surprisingly cold hand to his cheek, sending all numbers of tingles across his neck. Hyuck melted at this sensation, taking his hand and wanting to warm it up with his own.
He could still feel his boyfriend's touch along his legs, rising up and up as he was still too preoccupied with the kiss to comment. Jaemin pushed his tongue inside, instantly assuming control as he battled the younger's wet muscle easily.
This was all a bit much for the second oldest as his mind started to slip away from there, flowing farther and farther astray before his air caught in his throat and he gasped against the other's mouth, pulling away suddenly.
"Ngh," he groaned, panting heavily with wide eyes containing a curious glint. "Daddy?"
Jaemin sat back and allowed the older to reach for Mark, latching around him since his body had overheated.
The oldest and youngest gave each other knowing and affectionate looks. "We can work on this," Mark murmured gently, "His endurance."
"He can take his time," the host gushed in return. "We have nothing but time now, Love."
And so it seemed.
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