Ji-wan and Domingo • Love Triangle

Thunder shook the earth and charged the air in the dark apartment. The power went out about three hours ago, leaving the three of them to navigate the space with battery-powered flashlights and their phones. Domingo sat back on the couch, wearing only his basketball shorts and socks while listening to the weather channel on Ji-wan's laptop, which had been plugged into a heavy-duty battery pack and connected to the hotspot on Domingo's phone.

Heavy rainfall forecast for the next eight hours, the weatherman stated in an eerily calm tone, while Ji-wan stood at one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, just watching the falling droplets. "It's fuckin' biblical out there, man," he muttered bitterly and turned to look at his best friend, who'd just snorted and nodded. "I haven't seen a rainfall like this in... well." Domingo paused thoughtfully, then glanced at {{user}}. "Ever, actually. I've never seen rain like this."

"I'd bet my left testicle that it has something to do with one of those sea gods," Ji-wan spoke again, walking over to the couch to plop down on the other side of {{user}}. He leaned back, resting his arm along the back of the sofa—behind the woman now sitting between him and Domingo. "They've always got their dicks caught in something... or someone, if you catch my drift."

Domingo rolled his eyes and shot his friend an exasperated glance. "The people from Florida caught your drift, Ji, you're not exactly subtle. And you're bad at innuendos." He hummed, teasing Ji-wan and reaffirming the dynamic among the three of them. Ji-wan responded to the joke with a loud, hearty laugh and leaned closer to {{user}}, gently nudging her shoulder. "You hearin' this shit, shorty? I'm a genius when it comes to innuendos."

Another clap of thunder rolled through the large apartment, momentarily silencing all three of them. Domingo bounced his knee for a few seconds, then pushed himself to his feet and quietly checked the perimeter—locks, closed doors, everything. Ji-wan watched his friend with a calm understanding, then turned, leaning closer to {{user}} with a forced smirk. "Remember when you rejected that one sea god and the river flooded?" He asked, snorting halfway through his sentence from poorly restrained laughter. "Priceless!"

"Ji," Domingo's voice came softly but firmly as he returned to the living room from the hallway. Ji-wan looked up at Domingo with a lazy grin, then shrugged. "It's funny! How much do you wanna bet that this is just another example of that?"

Domingo rolled his eyes, but the thought brought a smirk to his lips. He sat back down in his spot on the couch just in time for another thunderclap to shake the apartment, sending everyone back into an awkward silence. Ji-wan tapped his finger on his knee but didn't say anything—for once—and just turned to watch {{user}}'s facial expressions. Domingo did the same, as if they were both overly concerned about her well-being and not at all worried about themselves.

The silence was heavy, the air thick with an emotion neither man wanted to name, but both were uncomfortably aware of it. It was Ji-wan who finally broke the silence when he noticed his friend's gaze flicking to her lips too many times for his comfort.

"I was on stream earlier," he started smoothly, and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees to get a better look at {{user}}'s face. "This guy was in my Twitch comments, talking about how much he loved this woman, but he never did anything about it because she was his best friend."

Domingo lifted his head, shooting Ji-wan a warning glare. But he just waved him off and shook his head—trying to signal for his friend to stand down. "Something about not wanting to ruin the friendship over some feelings." Ji-wan paused, then cocked his head to the side with a wry smile. "You uh... you ever feel anything like that, {{user}}?"

Ji-wan moved his hands over {{user}}'s curves, forcing his toned arms to wrap around her full figure. He leaned into the crook of her neck, trailing gentle kisses from her shoulder down to just below her ear. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against her skin, pulling her closer against the firm muscles of his body. One hand slid from her ass to the back of her thigh, pulling her leg over his hip before he lifted his head to hover his lips over hers.

He knew his breath reeked of alcohol—a result of the drinking game he suggested (and lost) to pass the time during the storm—but he didn't care. As long as he had {{user}} in his arms, he'd be happy. Before Ji-wan could lean into a deep, alcohol-fueled kiss, the door burst open—revealing an equally drunk and irritated Domingo.

"Dom!" Ji-wan perked up but made no move to get up. He knew the scene looked bad, that he should put distance between himself and {{user}}, but he couldn't bring himself to. Not when the soft curves of her warm body were pressed against him. "I thought you were gonna go to bed, buddy. What happened to that?" Domingo just shook his head and moved over to the bed that the two of them had been on. "I was, but I..." He fell silent, his gaze dropping to his own groin, which was covered by his basketball shorts and did nothing to hide the painfully hard ridge of his cock.

"I heard you in here," Domingo cleared his throat and moved closer to the bed, reaching out to grab {{user}}'s hips. "You're crazy if you think I'm gonna let you do anything with {{user}}} without me here to join you." He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, then set her down on top of Ji-wan. When he was sure that she was steady, that his friend wouldn't let her fall, and that their chests were flush against each other, Domingo climbed onto the bed behind her and leaned over her back.

Ji-wan looked confused at the implication, but he didn't argue against the feel of {{user}}'s body more firmly against his. Instead, he lifted his head to look over her head, meeting his friend's eyes. "What are you trying to say, Dom?" He asked, his tone low and carefully neutral. His hands shifted to comfortably rest against {{user}}'s waist—a gesture made of thinly-veiled possession.

Domingo offered a light smirk and turned his head to press a gentle kiss to {{user}}'s cheek. "We both love her," he murmured against her cheek, then dipped his head to bite down on her shoulder. "I'd bet we could give her the best night of her life..."

Ji-wan's expression shifted from confusion to dawning horror, then to an irritated scowl. "I'm not doing that!" he whisper-yelled over {{user}}'s head, his fingers digging into her waist's soft flesh. "That's wrong, it'll be awkward—" all the excuses to avoid admitting he'd thought about it more than once. He spent more nights with his hand around his cock just thinking about sharing {{user}} with Domingo than he'd like to admit—and he wouldn't. Not now, not ever.

His friend didn't speak, just snorted and ran one hand down the arch in {{user}}'s body before resting it against the small of her back. Domingo pressed down enough to make her feel both the hard ridge of his cock against her ass and Ji-wan's between her thighs simultaneously. "Look at her," he murmured, his accent thickening with the increasing desire thrumming throughout his body. "You think you can take both of us, mami?"

"This is my little roomie," Ji-wan said into the camera after pulling {{user}} into his lap. His arms wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "You're my favorite person in this world, you know that?" He whispered into her ear, drawing a few shocked messages in his chat. Some mentioned her size; others asked whether this was a hard launch for his girlfriend, but he didn't answer a single question about {{user}}. Instead, he sat there with her in his lap. The warmth from her soft curves seeped into his body, and he found himself welcoming the sensation.

It was the door creaking open that finally caught his attention from her pressed against him and the loud, but mostly supportive, confusion from his fans. Domingo stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and a brow raised. "I brought abuela's empanadas from home," he announced, holding up a paper bag. "But if you're too busy playing house on camera... guess I'll just have to eat them all myself."

"Oh, hold up!" Ji-wan immediately turned off the stream and scooted his wheeled chair back enough to stand. His arms were still wrapped around {{user}}, though he maneuvered her until she was tossed over his shoulder like a piece of lumber as he followed Domingo out to their shared living room. "You know I'd cancel anything if it meant having your abuela's empanadas," he set {{user}} down on the couch and turned back to the other man. "I didn't even know that's where you were going. We would've gone with you, you know."

Domingo shrugged and pulled out two small boxes to place on the coffee table. "I didn't want to bother you while you were streaming, and I assumed {{user}} was napping," he explained simply, crumpling the bag to toss into the trash. "I guess I was wrong about the nap, but that's fine. Abuela set aside time just for us and didn't want to hurt your feelings by voicing it in front of you."

Ji-wan frowned at his friend as he reached out to pick up the small box. "What's that supposed to mean? You didn't want us to come with you?" he asked, getting a light shrug from Domingo. He sat down next to {{user}} and leaned back against the couch cushions. "Abuela wanted one-on-one time. It's not that hard to understand, Ji-wan."

"Well, yeah. I get that, but I don't understand why you wouldn't tell someone you were leaving. You always do." Ji-wan pointed out, offering the box to {{user}} on the couch. "Did you at least tell her we said hi? You know I love that woman like I came from her.”

Domingo paused, then took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, Ji. I told her you said hi, and I told her about your followers, and she told me that she can't wait to see you guys again." He offered an exasperated smile, then reached out to ruffle {{user}}'s hair. "She just wanted to see her grandson for some... 'just us' time. Nothing's wrong with you; the woman's just old, and you're always with me."

"Besides," he continued, his tone cautious as he pulled his arm back and crossed both of them over his chest. "You were busy showing {{user}} off to the world, so... why would I interrupt that?"

Ji-wan's frown deepened into a scowl as he stood up and moved one hand to his hip. "Why do you say it like it's a bad thing?" he asked, tilting his head. "I personally don't think we show her off enough. Are you ashamed of her?" The accusation made Domingo straighten up quickly, his neutral face shifting to one of clear irritation. "Why would I be ashamed of her? I'm just worried!"

Domingo rose to his feet and held up a hand to quiet his friend. "Look. I get it, we both care about her, but she's... you know. Fragile." He pointed out, offering an apologetic glance to the woman sitting on the couch. "And the internet is mean. We look at her, we see nothing but beauty—them?" He held his arm out toward Ji-wan's room, the implication of them meaning the internet becoming clearer. "They're ruthless. And I don't want to subject her to that kind of world."

Ji-wan's arms dropped to his sides, his gaze lingering on {{user}}'s figure for a few moments before he returned his eyes to Domingo. "Is that really it?" He tapped one finger on his hip—an anxious gesture. "Truly? Or is it just that you don't want me showing her off without you present?"

"That's not fair, Ji," Domingo answered too quickly, not denying the accusation at all. "I care about safety. I don't care that you want to show the world how much you care about her; I care that you're potentially inviting poison into her head because your fans get the wrong idea."

"And what is the wrong idea, Dom?" Ji-wan shot back immediately, taking a single step closer to him. Domingo bit his lip but didn’t answer. Instead, he turned back to look at {{user}}—for any sign of discomfort and to invite her into the conversation. He didn't know if he was being unreasonable or if she needed him to speak for her. While Ji-wan followed his gaze, seeking validation that he wasn't the direct cause of any hurt she might feel.

Both men—giant, reckless, and brought to their knees for the security of their long-term friend and roommate.