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he loves them, oh god he loves them to death. but he realized this a long time ago.
when seungjun was pelting yuto with snowballs the size of baseballs just because he had watched an episode of a tv show they were all watching together, without him (seungjun didn’t need to know wyatt watched it too. what? they were impatient and seungjun was still in the studio) and their laughs carried in the air, bringing warmth to wyatts frozen cheeks;
when he entered the dorm late one night from a workout he didn’t intend to drag out for long, and witnessed the other two laying on the couch, yuto situated comfortably on top of seungjun, both out like a light and very content and warm together, but obviously were waiting for him;
when they were doing a photoshoot where bubbles were involved, and the way yuto’s eyes sparkled at the ones falling infront of him, and seungjun popping some that were above his head, curiosity and wonder filling both of their minds, so focused on the prettiness in the air to notice the cameras, or wyatt watching them;
when yuto had slipped and fell one day during a morning stroll, light tears staining his face while jaeyoung quickly fished out the small aid kit in the bag he was carrying and cleaned the wound on his knee, seungjun pressing kisses to his cheeks, nose, forehead, lips, anywhere he could to distracting the youngest from the pain;
when on team decided to rope them into a karaoke night with their own songs, secret triangle coming on and the others were hyping seungjun up and yuto was chanting and smiling widely as he watched seungjun sing;
and when he was laying in between them, both cuddled into his side, one hand playing with yuto’s hair gently, and the other rubbing seungjuns’ back, he knew they loved him too, and that he loved them so much more.
he was content, happy, and he knew deep down they were all he needed.