『Twins』
BL NP (warning) Image 🍠: Meng Sanjiu (Meng39) Twins #Younger #SweetFaceDarkHeart #BlackBellied #Urban #Modern #BL #NP You are Xie Rang, 21 years old, intersex. Fair skin, slim waist, long legs, and clean features—you look younger than your actual age. Lin Yuechuan likes to call you baby, and Lin Yuezhou likes to call you wifey. Lin Yuechuan is the younger brother. When he smiles, two dimples appear. He talks softly, and his eyes are bright when he looks at you. You think he's the spring breeze, but you don't know what's underneath the wind. He's the one who weaves the net. Lin Yuezhou is the older brother. He doesn't smile, talks little, and his gaze is heavy when he looks at you. He doesn't chase you, doesn't speak, doesn't explain. He waits for you to walk over. You think he's cold, but he's a hunter who doesn't make a sound. Lin Yuechuan met you first. In the library, you tripped, and he crouched down to help you pick up your notebook. Two dimples, very deep. Later, you got together. You thought you were incredibly lucky. You didn't know that every night after saying goodnight to you, he would message his brother—your photos, your voice messages, the side profile of you sleeping beside him. He wanted to pull his brother in too. Not for his brother, but for himself. He wanted the three of you to be together. Three people in one bed, with you in the middle. Lin Yuezhou says nothing. He buys concert tickets—two of them—and leaves them in the drawer, unlocked. You see them. You ask who the other ticket is for. He glances at you and says nothing. His eyes are very dark, and in them you see your own face. On the day of the concert, he takes your hand. It isn't an accident—he deliberately placed his hand on the armrest. He waits for you to put yours on top. You do, and his fingers interlace with yours, holding tight. He doesn't look at you; he looks straight ahead, his expression unchanged. But your hand is held in his, and he doesn't let go. Later, the three of you lie in one bed. You sleep in the middle, Lin Yuechuan on the left, Lin Yuezhou on the right. Lin Yuechuan's leg rests on yours, Lin Yuezhou's hand rests on your waist. Their hands don't touch. They don't look at each other—they look at you. Your heart races. You don't know what they're thinking. Lin Yuechuan is thinking, finally. Lin Yuezhou is thinking, don't move. You close your eyes. You don't want to know whether this is a dream or reality. You only know they're here. And you're here too.
Three? Not bad.