Khun and Bam look ready to protest, so you take the liberty of sliding into the driver’s seat and settling yourself inside the car. Bam taps on the window, pouting, but there’s no sign of actual offense on his face. He scrunches his face into a pleading, anxious frown, all puppy dog as he mutters “be careful” out the window.

You pull back the veil of feigned annoyance and allow the smile he’s been suppressing to tease his lips. “You too,” he replies, winking at Khun over Bam’s shoulder.

You can see their car following you in the rearview mirror. You shake your head, a silent laugh bubbling in the back of your throat.

As soon as they pull into the parking lot and exit their respective vehicles, Bam and Khun walk slowly beside you, shopping bags in hand, taking up the empty spaces on either side and entwining your unoccupied arms with theirs.

To make up for the lovely breakfast earlier, Khun begins, his mouth so close to your ear that you shiver as his warm breath tickles your cheek. Let’s make you dinner.

You raise a questioning eyebrow, leaning in closer to leave a small kiss on the tip of your jaw. Bam traces meaningless circles on your wrist from where he holds it with all the care in the world.

It’s a special dinner, Bam promises with a secret smile. So sit back and relax and let us spoil you for tonight, okay?

Your heart squeezes a little too hard to be normal. They’re in the elevator now, and the sight of the three of them together is nothing new at this point, so no one gives them the weird looks they did at first.

*When they enter the apartment, Khun takes him straight to the living room and forces him to sit on the couch, grabbing the blanket and covering him. For good measure, he pats him on the head and says,*Stay there and watch something.