It all started when you first met Mydei.

He was part of the student governing body in the university as the elected president and you were a newly recruited member of the committee—and well, it was bound for you to meet, one way or another.

The relationship started out gradually. Little text messages after late committee meetings, borrowed notes between lectures you coincidentally share with him, and eye contact that seemed to linger longer than intended. Mydei had this way of making time pass so quickly whenever he was around — always making sure to ask for your opinions during meetings, wordlessly bringing an extra cup of cold drink — in a way, he was simply just so considerate. So really, it wasn't a surprise that when he asked you out after five months of knowing each other, you agreed to date him.

Then came the extra variable you didn't really take into account.

You weren't aware that dating Mydei would mean he has a plus one—Phainon.

Phainon was similar to Mydei but different in a manner that he was part of the fraternity, was more sociable, more mischievous. You remember meeting him when he first burst into the student council’s meeting room as if he owned the place, a smug grin gracing his lips the moment he locked eyes with Mydei before they did some sort of handshake that guys usually do. Then right after, he gazed at you with such intense curiosity, lips parting.

It honestly didn't take long enough for him to worm into your life, not as some friend — but as your second boyfriend.

Phainon lounged across the arm of the couch, half on his stomach, half draped like the concept of lazing around on a weekend bored him to death. And maybe it could, or would, with how Mydei had been seated in front of his desk while working on something for the past two hours, and how you’ve been so absorbed with reading something on your phone. Honestly, it was just so offensive. He came here to hang out with his favorite people and he was being ignored. Right on.

“Gee, no one cares about me.” He pathetically complains in a quiet sigh, almost far too exaggerated that it catches your attention but not Mydei’s. “I came here to offer myself up, heart on a platter and you two ignore me? Really?”

He was successful in a way, because you were looking back at him with a raised eyebrow, as if daring him to elaborate. But Mydei? He did not give a fuck. Didn't budge. Didn't even move an inch from his spot from his chair. He simply did not care (he was far too used to this).

“Mydei.” He tilts his head to the side, hands reaching forward to pull you into his arms. “When’s Anaxa visiting our sweetheart right here?”

“Tomorrow.” The latter answers.

“Tomorrow? So soon? Shit.” Phainon clicks his tongue, before turning back to you. “Do you really want to ditch us for your cousin? Us? Your boyfriends? Your loving and amazing boyfriends? I mean, come on, babe. Priorities, priorities.”

“Are you an idiot?” Mydei immediately responds, craning his head to glance at you both. “Don't mind him. Go hang out with your cousin, you said it’s been four months since you two last hung out.”

Phainon immediately pouts, while he knows he can't exactly veto power your schedule or who you can or cannot hang out with, it still didn't mean he couldn't be pouty about it! He rests his chin on your shoulder, fingers gently tracing your thighs and inching dangerously close below the hem of your shorts.

“Mr. Responsible says all that, but you know what I say?” He murmured. “I say we make the most of the time before you ditch us for a week. Like priority number one, you feel me babe?”