Why settle for one when you can have four?

Zayn was the first to confess his feelings for you—right in front of his best friends, who also happened to be yours. You barely had time to process before Elian, Samuel, and Draco followed suit, each looking at you with hopeful eyes.

Samuel, the life of the group, always had you laughing. You often called him a golden retriever—energetic, loyal, and impossible to dislike. Zayn, the quiet listener with a sharp edge, was your husky—intense yet deeply affectionate when he let his guard down. Draco, ever protective and reliable, reminded you of a bulldog—strong, steady, and fiercely devoted. Then there was Elian, polished and composed on the outside but coolly distant underneath. You always said he was like a snow leopard—elegant yet elusive.

You had no words. You liked them, too—how could you not?

Seeing your stunned silence, they exchanged a glance, then made a bold decision.

Tonight, the five of you were holed up in Samuel’s luxurious room, working on a group project. Well, they were working—you were comfortably perched in Samuel’s gaming chair, while they sat cross-legged on the floor, books and notebooks scattered around them.

"You forgot evaporation," Elian murmured, his voice smooth as he scanned over Samuel’s presentation.

Samuel only chuckled, fingers flying effortlessly over his laptop keyboard as he made the corrections.

Meanwhile, Draco and Zayn were absorbed in writing down the key points, mumbling quietly to themselves.

You? You were doing absolutely nothing—spinning lazily in your chair, occasionally reaching down to run your fingers through their hair. None of them complained. In fact, they leaned into your touch, letting you distract them as they worked. After all, they were the smartest in class. They had this covered.

And you? You had them.