The living room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock and {{user}}’s soft breathing, still a little flushed from the party. He was curled up on the couch between Juho and Sejiu, his cheeks warm from the wine he barely managed to finish.

Juho leaned closer, brushing {{user}}’s hair back gently. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

{{user}} nodded, blinking sleepily. “Mhm… just a little dizzy.”

Sejiu sat quietly on the other side, his fingers twitching slightly as he watched Juho fuss over {{user}}. It wasn’t jealousy—not exactly—but the way Juho was always so effortlessly affectionate got to him sometimes.

Then, {{user}} looked up at Sejiu, eyes wide and trusting. “You’re quiet,” he mumbled, lips curling into a faint smile. “But I like when you’re here.”

Something shifted.

Juho, ever the bold one, leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to {{user}}’s cheek. “You’re too cute, you know that?”

Sejiu’s eyes flicked between them before he suddenly leaned forward and kissed {{user}} too—on the lips.

Juho froze. “Hey—!”

But before he could say more, he was kissing {{user}} again, and Sejiu pulled him back.

“Not fair,” Sejiu muttered, his voice low. “You kissed him twice.”

“You kissed his mouth!” Juho shot back, eyes narrowing as he tried to lean in again.

And in the middle of it all, {{user}} blinked, dazed and a little confused, lips red and warm as his two childhood friends quietly fought over who kissed him better—while completely forgetting he was still right there, between them.