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The late afternoon sun was warm as Phayu and Venice pushed open the glass door of the tiny corner café. It wasn’t fancy—just cozy, quiet, and smelling of freshly ground beans, the kind of place the twins liked to escape to after long classes.

Phayu was the first to step inside, running a hand through his dark hair. Venice followed, already scrolling through his phone, until a soft voice drifted toward them.

“W-welcome… please take any seat you like.”

They both looked up at the same time.

And froze.

The waiter standing there was small, delicate, with soft brown eyes and a shy smile that tugged at something deep inside them. His apron was slightly crooked, strands of hair falling over his forehead as he nervously tucked them back. He didn’t look like he belonged in a busy café—more like he had stepped out of a dream.

Phayu felt his breath catch.
Venice forgot what he was about to say.

Rain, unaware of their stunned silence, bowed slightly. “Um… I’ll bring you the menu.”

His smile—sweet, almost glowing—made Phayu’s heartbeat stutter. Venice felt something warm flare in his chest.

They had come here for coffee.

But the moment they saw Rain, everything else faded.

Rain returned to their table with two menus clutched in his hands. He placed them down gently, his fingers brushing the edge of the table.

“If you need anything… just call me,” he said softly, giving them that same shy smile.

Phayu and Venice both nodded a little too quickly.

Their eyes slipped down to his name tag at the same time.

Rain.

A simple name, yet somehow it suited him perfectly—gentle, refreshing, unforgettable.

Rain walked away, completely unaware of the way the twins stared at him as if the world had slowed down around them.

After a few minutes of pretending to read the menu—because truly, neither could focus long enough to decide—they finally ordered their coffee and a small snack. They wanted to talk to Rain, ask him something, anything, but the moment the words formed, he was already back behind the counter, busy again.

Phayu exhaled.
Venice frowned at the empty air Rain had left behind.

But then—someone walked into the café.

Someone who didn’t even glance around, who went straight to Rain like he knew exactly where he’d be.

The twins leaned forward slightly.

They couldn’t hear what the two were saying, but they watched Rain turn, eyes widening in surprise.

“Sky? What are you doing here?” Rain asked.

The newcomer—taller, stylish, confident—grinned. “Meeting my friend. Can’t I?”

“But we meet daily in college,” Rain said, blinking.

Sky shrugged dramatically. “That’s different than meeting outside college. Anyway, leave it—are you tired? If you are, I can take your place.”

Rain shook his head quickly. “No, that’s fine, Sky. I’m not tired.”

“Okay then,” Sky said, sliding into the empty chair near the counter. “I’ll give you company.”

Rain smiled, and Sky leaned his elbow on the counter like he owned the place.

Across the café, Venice and Phayu watched every second—
completely unaware of how obvious their stares were becoming.

After sitting longer than they planned—half for the coffee, half for the beautiful waiter they couldn’t stop staring at—Phayu and Venice finally stood up to leave.

They walked out of the café with identical faint smiles tugging at their lips.

Neither said a word.

Neither asked the other what he was thinking.

Both already knew the other would deny it anyway.

The cool air outside hit their faces as they headed toward the parking area. They got into their car, closed the doors, and for a moment… silence.

Phayu tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
Venice looked out the window, his mind replaying Rain’s shy smile for the hundredth time.

They drove off.

Still smiling.
Still pretending the smile wasn’t because of the same person.

But the moment they were back home, separately, quietly, both started searching.

Rain.
The cute waiter.
The boy with the warm eyes.

And it didn’t take long.

Venice found it first.
Phayu found it moments later.

Rain studies at Chulalongkorn University.
The same university Phayu had graduated from.

Phayu leaned back in his chair, surprised.
Venice’s eyes widened in excitement.

Neither knew the other had found the same information.

But fate, it seemed, was already shifting.

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Rain didn’t understand when it started.

One day, the tall, calm guy with the deep eyes came in early morning—always sitting at the corner table with the window light falling on him. He ordered the same thing every time, smiled politely, and left after an hour.

The next day, the cute one with the bright smile and playful eyes came in the evening—taking the same seat as if it belonged to him. He talked a bit more, teased Rain unintentionally with his grin, and always left Rain flustered.

Rain didn’t even know their names.

Maybe… they just liked the café?
Maybe he was overthinking?

He shook his head every time Sky teased him.

“They’re totally here for you,” Sky said.

Rain would blush.
“No way! They don’t even talk to me properly.”

Sky rolled his eyes.

But Rain stayed clueless.

Every single day, without fail, one twin would come early morning.
And the other would come late evening.

Never together.

Never crossing paths.

And Rain had no idea they were identical twins.

Meanwhile—

Phayu thought Venice avoided the café these days.
Venice assumed Phayu didn’t care about it anymore.

Neither knew they were both visiting the same place.
For the same boy.
At different times.

Both believing the other had no interest in Rain.

Both secretly memorizing Rain’s smile like it was the sweetest thing they’d ever seen.

Fate was playing quietly in the background.

Getting ready to blow up beautifully.

Campus buzzed with students rushing between classes as Rain walked beside Sky, quietly listening to him complain about an assignment. Everything was normal—

Until Rain saw them.

The identical twins.

The same two who always visited the café—one in the morning, one in the evening—but whom Rain had first seen together at the university on his very first day.

Phayu and Venice.

Rain blinked rapidly, startled.
Why are they here again? Do they study here too?

His confusion must have shown on his face because Sky followed his gaze.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Sky smirked. “That one—Phayu—is from our university. He’s the ‘God of Architecture.’”

Rain’s eyes widened as he looked at the calmer twin.

“And the other is Venice,” Sky added, pointing at the one with the playful smile. “The flirtier one.”

Rain’s cheeks warmed instantly.
Flirty? That explained the evening visits… and the teasing glances.

Just then, as if sensing Rain’s stare, both twins turned.

Their eyes locked onto him immediately.

Rain’s breath hitched.

And before he could say anything, the twins began walking toward him. Together. Confident. Focused. Like they had been waiting just for him.

Rain’s heart thumped loudly in his chest as they approached—too close, too handsome, too overwhelming.

“Hi, Rain,” Venice said with a soft grin.
Phayu gave a polite nod, eyes gentle but intense.

Rain felt heat rush up his neck.

“I— um— I have to go— class— sorry—!”

He backed away in pure panic.

Sky sighed behind him. “Oh no—Rain—your shoelace—!”

But it was too late.

Rain turned to run—
and immediately tripped over his loose shoelace.

“Rain!” Sky shouted.

Both twins reached out at the same moment, instinctively trying to grab him—

But Rain stumbled forward anyway, flustered and red-faced, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

Both twins managed to catch Rain before he hit the ground—Phayu holding his arm firmly while Venice steadied his waist.

“You should be careful,” Phayu said softly, his voice low enough to make Rain’s stomach twist.

Venice leaned closer with a teasing grin. “If you wanted us to catch you, Rain, you could’ve just asked.”

Rain’s entire face turned crimson.

“I—I wasn’t—! I didn’t—!!” he stuttered, pulling his hands to his chest.

Phayu’s lips twitched.
Venice outright laughed, eyes sparkling.

Rain felt like he was going to evaporate.

“Rain,” Phayu said gently, “are you hurt anywhere?”

Venice nudged his shoulder playfully. “Or were you just trying to fall for one of us?”

Rain squeaked.

And then—

He ran.

Bolted like a startled kitten, tripping once more before catching himself and sprinting across campus without looking back.

Sky watched him go with an exhausted sigh.
“I swear… he’s allergic to handsome men.”

The twins just stood there.

And for the first time… they realized something.

Phayu’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Venice’s smirk softened.

They both turned to look at each other.

“…you like him,” Venice said bluntly.

Phayu didn’t deny it.
He simply crossed his arms. “And you?”

Venice shrugged, though his smile gave everything away. “Of course. He’s adorable.”

Silence.

A tense, electric silence.

Then Venice tilted his head. “So what now, Phi?”

Phayu met his gaze calmly. “We don’t lie to each other.”

“And we don’t fight over boys,” Venice finished.

They both nodded.

Then Phayu said, “Let Rain choose.”

Venice’s smile turned sharp and competitive. “So… whoever he falls for first… wins?”

Phayu nodded once. Firm, serious.
“Whoever wins Rain’s heart… Rain will be his.”

Venice extended his hand.

“Game on, bro.”

Phayu took it, their handshake tight—almost challenging.

“Game on.”

Both of them turned toward the direction Rain had run, identical looks of determination on their faces.

The chase had officially begun.

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The next morning, the café seemed quieter than usual. Rain had just finished arranging the pastries when the bell above the door chimed softly. He looked up—and froze.

Venice was standing there, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, a small bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. His grin was mischievous, eyes sparkling like he’d already won some invisible game.

“Morning, Rain,” Venice said, tilting his head, “I thought these might brighten up your day.”

Rain blinked, holding out a hand instinctively toward the flowers before remembering they weren’t meant for him to touch yet. “I—I… um… thank you,” he stammered, cheeks already warming.

Venice leaned a little closer, voice teasing. “I know you like flowers. Or at least, you look like the type who’d like flowers.”

Before Rain could respond, the café door chimed again. Phayu stepped in, calm and composed, carrying a single hardcover book, neatly wrapped with a simple ribbon. His dark eyes met Rain’s, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink around them.

“I saw this and thought you might enjoy it,” Phayu said softly, setting the book on the counter. “It’s… well, it reminded me of you.”

Rain’s hands shook slightly as he took it, flipping the cover with more care than necessary. “You—you didn’t have to…”

Phayu just gave a gentle smile. “I wanted to.”

Venice’s grin widened. “See? I bring flowers, Phi brings books… guess we’re covering all bases.” He winked at Rain, who was too flustered to even breathe properly.

The twins lingered, each giving Rain small, calculated gestures—Venice leaning against the counter with a playful comment, Phayu helping adjust a stray napkin with a quiet, lingering touch. The way they moved around him felt like a dance he wasn’t allowed to leave.

And it wasn’t just the café. The next day, Rain walked into class carrying his notebook only to find a small coffee cup on his desk—Venice’s handwriting on the sleeve: “For your morning. Don’t get lost in your lectures.”

Later that week, Phayu slipped a neatly folded note into Rain’s backpack when he wasn’t looking. “Meet me after class at the courtyard. I want to show you something.”

Rain’s heart thumped in his chest. He had never been courted like this before—two twins, so identical in looks but completely different in approach, each making him feel like the center of their world.

Every glance, every smile, every gift was carefully tailored to make him notice them, and every time, he did.

Even in class, their eyes found his constantly—Venice leaning just enough to whisper a joke during lectures, Phayu subtly adjusting the projector for him or sliding notes his way with a soft, almost imperceptible hand brush.

Rain tried to act normal, tried to focus on the lessons. But every heartbeat, every small movement from them, made him flustered and dizzy.

By the end of the week, it was undeniable: Rain was the centerpiece of a quiet, calculated competition, and neither twin had any intention of letting the other win without a fight.

And deep down, Rain… he didn’t want them to stop.

 

________________Another Day Of Flirting_____________________

The café buzzed softly with the afternoon crowd, sunlight streaming through the windows. Rain was wiping down tables, humming to himself when the bell above the door chimed. He looked up—and almost dropped the tray.

Venice strolled in first, holding a small box tied with a ribbon. “Hey, Rain,” he said, leaning casually against the counter. “I thought you might like a little snack for after work.”

Rain blinked. “You—you didn’t have to…”

Venice grinned. “I wanted to.” He placed the box on the counter, brushing his fingers against Rain’s hand lightly, just long enough to make Rain’s stomach flip.

Before Rain could respond, Phayu entered, quiet and composed as ever. In his hands was a sleek notebook, dark leather, the kind that smelled faintly of cedar. “I saw this and thought you might like it for your sketches,” Phayu said softly, placing it carefully beside the box.

Rain’s breath caught. “I—I don’t know what to say…”

Venice tilted his head, eyes sparkling. “Say you’ll let us spoil you a little?”

Phayu’s voice was low and calm, but there was an edge of amusement in it. “Or at least let us try.”

Rain’s face flushed. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or melt. He opened the snack box and saw a tiny note written in Venice’s messy handwriting: “Eat first. Then deal with the serious twin.”

He turned to Phayu, who gave a faint smile. A note slipped from the notebook: “Take your time. We’ll wait.”

Venice leaned closer, brushing his shoulder against Rain’s. “See? Phi is serious, I’m playful. Balance is important.”

Phayu stepped in too, close enough that Rain felt the warmth of him radiating. “And I make sure the serious part is… worth it.”

Rain’s heart hammered. The twins were on either side of him, different yet identical, both giving him attention in ways that left him dizzy and breathless.

Venice chuckled softly, seeing Rain’s overwhelmed expression. “Don’t tell me you’re flustered already.”

“I—I just…” Rain stammered, feeling his hands tingle where Phayu had touched the notebook.

Phayu’s eyes softened. “Relax. We’re not going anywhere.”

Venice smirked. “Unless you make us.”

The café suddenly felt too small, too quiet. Every glance, every brush of fingers, every teasing smile—it was all a calculated game of seduction. Rain felt trapped, but in a way he didn’t mind.

Venice whispered in his ear, almost conspiratorially, “So… are we winning, or do we need to step it up?”

Phayu leaned closer from the other side, voice low and intimate. “Do you even want us to stop?”

Rain’s lips parted, but no words came. He couldn’t even think straight. The twins exchanged a quick glance, subtle, a silent agreement.

And then, as if on cue, Venice offered a playful wink while Phayu gave a reassuring smile. Two different styles, one goal: Rain’s full attention.

Rain realized, breathless, that he was lost. Completely. And maybe… he didn’t want to be found just yet.

 

_____Again Chaos_______

The next morning, Rain hurried into class, trying to arrive early enough to find a seat and collect his thoughts. But before he could even settle, he noticed a neatly wrapped sandwich sitting on his desk with a small sticky note in Venice’s looping handwriting:

“For your morning survival. Eat fast or I’ll have to supervise.”

Rain froze, cheeks heating immediately. He glanced around—and saw Venice at the back of the classroom, smirking, giving a tiny wave.

Before he could even react, Phayu appeared at the doorway, holding a sleek thermos. “Morning, Rain. Coffee?” His voice was calm, but there was a teasing lift in his tone as he placed the thermos beside the sandwich.

Rain looked between them—one at the back with a mischievous grin, one at the front with that composed, intense gaze—and felt his heart skip. He’d never been caught in a twin trap before.

Venice leaned over a row of desks, whispering loud enough for Rain to hear: “So… who’s winning so far?”

Phayu’s dark eyes met Rain’s from the front, voice low: “Don’t underestimate strategy.”

Rain tried to focus on the lecture, but the twins weren’t done. Venice tossed him a playful note: “I’ll save you a seat at lunch. Don’t be late, or I’ll come get you myself.”

Phayu, meanwhile, slid a small sketch pad across the aisle during a group activity, making sure his hand brushed Rain’s fingers. “You can doodle your answers here. Don’t worry—I’ll help if you get stuck.”

By mid-class, Rain’s notebook was crowded with little gestures: sticky notes, doodles, tiny gifts, and subtle touches. Every glance from the twins carried a silent challenge. Venice winked when Rain accidentally caught his gaze; Phayu offered a calm, knowing smile when Rain hesitated to open one of his notes.

After class, the twins didn’t even let up. Venice was waiting by the café, holding a small paper bag. “I thought you might need a snack after being ignored by your professor,” he teased.

Phayu appeared moments later, a sleek black umbrella in hand. “It looks like it might rain. You’ll need this if you get stuck outside.” His hand brushed Rain’s as he passed it to him, the touch lingering just enough.

Rain’s head spun. He could barely keep track of which twin was flirting with him more effectively. Venice’s playful, teasing approach made him laugh and squirm. Phayu’s calm, attentive style made his chest tighten with something he didn’t want to admit.

Walking through campus, Rain realized something—he was falling deeper into the twins’ trap with every smile, every note, every small touch. And neither of them had any intention of letting him go.

Venice nudged him playfully. “So… lunch with me?”

Phayu added quietly, “Or would you prefer some quiet time with me?”

Rain stopped in his tracks, cheeks burning. “I… I don’t know…”

The twins exchanged a glance, smirks identical yet different in their own way. Then, almost in unison, they leaned closer, one from each side:

“Choose wisely,” Venice whispered.

Phayu’s voice was low and intimate: “Or maybe… you don’t have to choose just yet.”

Rain swallowed hard, realizing he was trapped—by two twins, two styles, two hearts—both determined to win his attention.

And somehow… he didn’t want to escape.

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The evening was quiet, the sky painted in soft shades of orange as Phayu and Venice stood in front of Rain’s house. For once, neither of them was teasing. Neither was smirking.

Venice lifted his hand and knocked.

A moment later, the door opened.

Rain blinked in surprise when he saw them—both of them—standing there together. His heart jumped straight into his throat.
“P-Phayu? Venice?”

He glanced behind him instinctively, relief washing over his face when he remembered—his parents weren’t home. He stepped aside nervously.
“Um… come in.”

They walked inside, the air thick with tension. Rain closed the door, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He didn’t dare look at them for a second, until he felt both their gazes fixed on him.

Phayu spoke first, calm but serious. “Rain… we didn’t come here to tease you.”

Venice nodded, unusually quiet. “We just need an answer.”

Rain’s breath hitched. He already knew the question before it was asked.

Phayu stepped closer. “Who do you like?”

Venice’s voice followed immediately after, softer than usual. “Tell us honestly.”

They both waited.
Watching him.
Not pushing.
Just… waiting.

Rain’s face burned red. His fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as he whispered,
“I… I can’t choose.”

For a second—
there was nothing but breathing.

The twins froze. Venice’s smile faltered. Phayu’s eyes widened just slightly.

Rain panicked, shaking his head quickly.
“No—wait—listen—!”

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to continue, voice shy but sincere.
“I like both of you.”

Their eyes snapped back to him.
“I like how Phayu is strict,” Rain said softly, cheeks blazing, “but… he loves so sweetly. The way he takes care of me without saying much.”

Phayu’s expression softened instantly.

Rain turned to Venice, barely able to meet his eyes.
“And Venice… you’re funny and flirty and loud and you make me laugh even when I’m nervous. You make everything feel lighter.”

His entire face was red now, ears burning as he finished,
“I… I really like both of you.”

Silence fell again.

Then—
Venice looked at Phayu.

Phayu looked back.

One single glance.
That was all it took.

The next moment, they stepped forward together, crowding Rain gently from both sides. Rain gasped softly, heart racing, completely surrounded by warmth.

Venice leaned down first, pressing a soft kiss to Rain’s cheek.
Phayu mirrored him on the other side, his kiss gentle and lingering.

Rain froze—then melted.

Venice chuckled softly near his ear.
“If you want both…”

Phayu’s voice followed, calm and certain.
“…then you get both of us.”

Rain stood there, stunned, cheeks kissed, heart pounding so hard he thought they must hear it. Slowly, a shy smile spread across his lips.

He hadn’t lost anyone.
He hadn’t chosen wrong.

He had chosen honestly.

And somehow—
that gave him everything.

They were so caught up in the moment—Rain’s racing heart, the warmth on his cheeks, the closeness of the twins—that none of them heard the front door open.

None of them noticed the familiar sound of keys being set down.

So when a teasing, amused voice suddenly cut through the air—
“Rain… who are they?”

All three froze.

Rain’s soul nearly left his body.

He jumped back so fast he almost tripped over his own feet, his face turning so red it matched the tips of his ears. Phayu and Venice stiffened instantly, expressions shifting from tender to startled in a heartbeat.
Rain turned slowly.

Standing by the doorway were his parents.

His mother had one eyebrow raised, lips curved in an unmistakably teasing smile. His father stood beside her, arms crossed, clearly curious but calm.

Rain swallowed hard.

“M-Mom—! Dad—!” he blurted, scrambling to compose himself. He straightened his shirt, took a deep breath, and gestured awkwardly toward the twins. “Th-this is Phayu… and Venice.”

Phayu bowed politely at once. “Good evening, ma’am. Sir.”

Venice followed, offering a respectful smile. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Rain’s mother’s eyes flicked between the two identical faces—then back to Rain, whose hands were clenched nervously at his sides.

She tilted her head, voice light but sharp with curiosity.
“So…” she said slowly, “what are you three? A couple?”

Rain’s heart slammed against his ribs.

The room felt unbearably quiet.
He glanced at Phayu.
Then Venice.

They didn’t say a word. They just waited.

Rain took a shaky breath, his voice coming out shy but honest.
“Y-Yes,” he said softly. “We are.”

For the briefest moment, the twins exhaled.

It was subtle—barely noticeable—but Rain caught it. The tiny release of tension. The quiet relief. And something warm bloomed in his chest at the realization.

His parents exchanged a look.
Then Rain’s mother smiled.
Not surprised.
Not upset.
Just… warm.

“As long as you’re happy,” she said gently, walking closer and placing a hand on Rain’s shoulder, “we support you.”
Rain’s eyes stung slightly.

His father nodded in agreement. “What matters is that you’re treated well.”

Phayu straightened instinctively. “We’ll take good care of him. I promise.”

Venice grinned, sincere beneath the playfulness. “Always.”
Rain’s mother laughed softly. “Well then,” she said, turning toward the dining room, “you’re standing there like statues. Come on—join us for dinner.”

Rain blinked. “R-Really?”

“Of course,” she replied. “If you’re important to our son, you’re welcome at our table.”

Venice leaned closer to Rain, whispering with a grin, “Looks like we passed.”

Phayu murmured quietly, “You’re safe.”

Rain smiled—small, shy, but glowing.

As they walked toward the dining table together, Rain realized something important.

This wasn’t just flirting anymore.
This wasn’t just feelings.
This was real.

And for the first time, surrounded by the people he cared about most, Rain felt completely, undeniably chosen.

The three of them settled at the dining table, the twins on either side of Rain. The food was already laid out, and the atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed considering the small chaos of the evening.

Rain’s mother eyed him closely, a teasing glint in her eyes as she served a plate of curry. “Rain…” she began, voice playful, “you’ve got hot boyfriends now… but that doesn’t mean you can act all flustered and red like that every time they’re near.”
Rain’s ears burned instantly. He buried his face slightly in his hands, mumbling, “M-Mom…”

Venice snickered quietly, his shoulder brushing against Rain’s as he leaned in. “See? I told you she noticed.”

Phayu kept his composure, though the faint twitch of his lips betrayed his amusement. “You handled that well,” he murmured softly to Rain.

Rain peeked through his fingers, cheeks still flaming. “I-I’m trying, okay?!”

His mother laughed, shaking her head fondly. “Trying isn’t enough, mister. You’ll have to get used to it if you want to keep them happy.”

Rain groaned softly, but couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

Phayu and Venice exchanged a glance, subtle but full of unspoken agreement—this was going to be fun.

Even Rain had to admit… it already was.

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Rain stood in front of the mirror for the fifth time, smoothing down his shirt even though it was already perfect. His heart was beating way too fast for someone who was just going out to dinner.

A car horn sounded outside.

Rain’s breath caught.

Before he could move, his mother appeared at the doorway, arms crossed, eyes shining with amusement.

“So,” she said lightly, “your boyfriends are here.”
Rain groaned. “Mom—”

She chuckled and straightened his collar for him. “Relax. You look cute.” Then, with a teasing smile, she added, “Just remember—having hot boyfriends doesn’t mean you forget how to behave, hm?”

“MOM!” Rain protested, face instantly red.

His father’s voice came from the living room. “Be home safe. And don’t let them bully you.”

Rain muttered, “They’re the bullies…” under his breath.

Outside, Phayu stood beside the car, composed and handsome as ever, dressed neatly. Venice leaned casually against the hood, waving when he saw Rain, his smile bright and teasing.

Rain stepped out, shy but smiling.

Phayu greeted his parents politely with a respectful bow. “Good evening, sir. Ma’am.”

Venice followed with a charming grin. “We’ll take good care of Rain.”

Rain’s mother hummed thoughtfully. “You better. He’s precious.”

Rain’s face nearly combusted.

As they got into the car—Rain in the middle, of course—Venice leaned over and whispered, “Your mom likes us.”

Phayu glanced at Rain softly in the rearview mirror. “Are you nervous?”

Rain nodded honestly. “…A little.”

Phayu’s voice was gentle. “You don’t have to be.”

Dinner was warm and comfortable—soft music, gentle lighting, quiet laughter.

Venice kept making Rain laugh with silly comments, stealing bites from his plate. Phayu made sure Rain ate properly, passing him water, listening intently to every word he said.

Rain felt cherished.

After dinner, they took a slow walk, the night air cool and calm. The streetlights cast soft shadows as they stopped near the parked car.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Phayu lifted his hand slowly, giving Rain time to pull away—but Rain didn’t. His fingers brushed Rain’s chin gently, tilting his face up.

Rain’s breath hitched.

“Is this okay?” Phayu asked softly.

Rain nodded, barely whispering, “Yes…”

Phayu leaned in first—slow, careful—and pressed his lips to Rain’s.

It was gentle.
Warm.
A little shaky.

Rain melted instantly.

When Phayu pulled back, Rain was still frozen, eyes wide, heart racing.

Then Venice leaned in from the other side, smiling softly. “My turn?”

Rain gave a tiny nod.

Venice’s kiss was lighter, playful but tender, lips brushing

Rain’s just long enough to steal his breath.

Rain swayed slightly when it ended.

Venice laughed quietly. “Cute.”

Phayu rested his forehead against Rain’s. “You did well.”

Rain covered his face, cheeks burning—but he was smiling.
“…I think I’m really lucky.”

Phayu and Venice exchanged a glance—gentle, certain.

“No,” Venice said softly.
“We are.”

They drove him home with Rain in the middle again, fingers loosely intertwined with both of theirs.

The car slowed to a stop in front of Rain’s house.

The street was quiet, the porch light glowing warmly in the distance. Rain sat in the middle seat, fingers fidgeting in his lap, heart still beating a little too fast from the evening.

Venice was the first to break the silence. “So…” he said lightly, “…first date completed.”

Rain nodded shyly. “Y-Yeah.”

Phayu turned slightly in his seat to look at him properly. “Did you enjoy it?”

Rain met his eyes, then Venice’s, and smiled—small but genuine.
“I did. A lot.”

That answer alone made both of them relax.

Venice grinned. “Good. Because we plan to do many more.”

Rain’s face warmed instantly. “Venice—”

Phayu chuckled softly. “We’ll walk you to the door.”

They stepped out of the car together. The night air was cool, calm. Rain paused at the gate, turning to face them,suddenly unsure what to do with his hands—or his heart.
“…Thank you,” he said quietly. “For today.”

Phayu nodded. “Anytime.”

Venice leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Sleep well, Rain.”

Rain hesitated—then surprised even himself by stepping forward and hugging them both, quick and shy. It lasted only a second, but it was enough to leave all three of them stunned.

Rain pulled back immediately, cheeks burning. “G-Good night!”

And then he rushed inside.

From the doorway, Rain peeked back just once.

Phayu was smiling softly.

Venice was still standing there, clearly pleased.

Rain closed the door, heart racing, leaning back against it with a breathless smile.

Outside, Venice nudged Phayu. “He hugged us.”

Phayu nodded. “He’s getting braver.”

Venice smirked. “Dangerous.”

They got back into the car, both already thinking the same thing—

This wasn’t just a beginning.

It was something real.

Rain closed the door quietly behind him and leaned against it for a second, heart still fluttering. He lifted a hand to his cheek unconsciously, as if the warmth from earlier was still there.

“Rain?”

He straightened immediately.

His parents were sitting in the living room, the TV on low volume. His mother looked at him with that gentle, knowing expression that always made him feel seen a little too clearly.

“Did you have a good time?” she asked.

Rain swallowed, then nodded. “Yes.”

He walked over slowly and sat on the couch, hands folded in his lap. There was a pause—comfortable, but expectant.
His father spoke this time, calm and steady. “You’ve been smiling since you walked in.”

Rain let out a small, nervous laugh. “I know…”

His mother tilted her head. “Do you want to tell us about it?”
Rain hesitated for just a moment—then took a deep breath.

“They’re… good to me,” he said softly. “Different, but in a nice way.”

She smiled gently. “How different?”

Rain’s ears warmed. “Phayu is… very calm. He doesn’t say much, but he notices everything. He makes me feel safe.”

He paused, then continued, voice softer. “And Venice… he makes me laugh. Even when I’m nervous or scared, he somehow makes it lighter.”

His parents listened without interrupting.

“I was scared,” Rain admitted, eyes dropping to his hands. “I thought I’d have to choose. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”
His father nodded. “But you didn’t.”

Rain shook his head. “They didn’t make me. They said… if I wanted both, it was okay.”

There was silence for a moment.

Rain glanced up quickly, worried—but instead he saw his mother smiling, eyes warm.

“You look happy when you talk about them,” she said.
Rain nodded. “…I am.”

His father leaned back slightly. “Then that’s what matters to us.”

Rain blinked. “R-Really?”

His mother reached out and squeezed his hand. “We raised you to be honest and kind. If these two make you feel loved and respected, then we trust you.”

Rain’s chest tightened. “Thank you…”

She laughed softly. “Just promise me one thing.”

Rain looked up. “What?”

“Don’t forget to eat properly,” she said lightly. “And don’t let them tease you too much.”

Rain smiled, relief washing over him. “I’ll try.”

As he stood to head to his room, his father added quietly, “Invite them over again sometime.”

Rain turned, surprised. “…You want to meet them properly?”

His mother smirked. “Of course. We should know the boys who stole our son’s heart.”

Rain’s face went red, but this time he didn’t protest.

“Good night,” he said softly.

In his room, Rain lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, heart full in a way he’d never felt before.

For the first time, everything felt… right.
And tomorrow—
Tomorrow, he’d face the world with a little more courage.

Chapter Text

The café was busy in the late afternoon.

Rain moved between tables with practiced ease, balancing trays, calling out orders, smiling politely at customers. It was familiar, comforting—until the bell above the door chimed.

He didn’t need to look.

He felt them.

Phayu and Venice walked in together, dressed casually but still drawing attention without trying. Rain’s heart skipped, warmth spreading through him before he could stop it.

Venice spotted him instantly and smiled—soft, real, not the teasing one he showed the world.

Phayu’s eyes followed, calm but focused, like Rain was the only thing that mattered in the room.

They didn’t touch each other.

They came straight to him.

Venice leaned lightly against the counter. “Working hard?”

Rain nodded, suddenly shy. “Y-Yeah.”

Phayu set a small paper bag down in front of him. “You skipped lunch,” he said quietly.

Rain blinked. “How did you—”

“You always do,” Phayu replied

Venice added, “We brought something sweet. For later.”
Only for him Rain felt his chest tighten.

They stayed near the counter while he worked—Phayu waiting patiently, Venice making quiet jokes that made Rain smile without realizing it. Every glance, every word, every bit of attention was directed at him.

They didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t hide it.

Didn’t care who saw.

And that’s what made the insecurity creep in.

Why am I the only one who gets nervous?
What if I look stupid?
What if I’m holding them back?

When his shift ended, Rain stood outside the café with them, fingers twisting together.

“I’ll… see you later,” he said softly.

Venice smiled. “Text us when you get home.”

Phayu nodded. “Don’t overwork yourself.”

Rain watched them leave, warmth and doubt tangled together in his chest.

They love me so openly…
So why am I scared to do the same?

That evening, Rain sat with Sky on his bed, legs pulled close.
“I think… something’s wrong with me,” Rain said quietly.

Sky raised a brow. “That’s dramatic. Explain.”

“They’re not afraid,” Rain admitted. “They show it so easily. And I keep… freezing.”

Sky listened, uncharacteristically serious.
“Rain,” he said gently, “do they make you feel rushed?”

Rain shook his head. “Never.”

“Do they make you feel like you’re not enough?”

“…No.”

Sky smiled softly. “Then the problem isn’t fear. It’s insecurity.”

Rain looked down.

“You’ve spent your whole life being careful,” Sky continued. “They already know who they are. You’re still learning—and that’s okay.”

Rain swallowed. “…What if people judge them because of me?”

Sky scoffed. “Then they can deal with it. They chose you.”
Rain’s chest felt lighter.

The next day at college, the canteen was crowded and loud.
Rain poked at his food while Sky watched him knowingly.

“So?” Sky asked. “Any revelations overnight?”

Rain sighed. “…I think I don’t hesitate because I’m scared of being seen.”

Sky leaned in. “And?”

“And they’re not scared at all.”

Sky smiled, proud. “Exactly. So why should you be?”

Rain thought of Phayu’s quiet care.

Venice’s easy affection.

The way they always reached for him—never each other.

“…I shouldn’t,” Rain said finally.

Sky grinned. “There you go.”

Rain smiled too, small but genuine.

Maybe love didn’t mean being fearless.

Maybe it meant choosing not to hide—just a little more each day.

The café was quieter that evening.

Most of the rush had passed, lights warm and dim, soft music playing in the background. Rain wiped the counter slowly, stealing glances at the familiar figures sitting at the corner table.

Phayu was scrolling through something on his phone, posture relaxed.

Venice was watching Rain openly, chin resting on his palm, smiling every time their eyes met.

Rain’s heart thumped.

He remembered Sky’s words from earlier that day.

They chose you.

So why should you be the one afraid?

Rain took a deep breath.

When his shift ended, he walked over to their table, fingers curled tightly at his sides. “I’m done,” he said softly.

Phayu looked up immediately. “Tired?”

“A little,” Rain admitted.

Venice stood first. “Let’s go then.”

They stepped outside together. The night air was cool, the street quiet. Rain stopped near the café entrance, suddenly unsure—but this time, he didn’t step back.

Instead, he stepped forward.

Phayu was closest.

Rain reached out slowly, carefully, as if afraid the moment might disappear, and tugged lightly at Phayu’s sleeve.

Phayu turned fully toward him. “Rain?”

Rain’s voice was small but steady. “…Can I?”

Phayu didn’t ask what he meant. He nodded instantly. “Always."

That was all Rain needed.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Phayu’s cheek—barely a second long, warm and shy. Rain pulled back immediately, face burning, heart racing like he’d just done something illegal.

Phayu froze.

Then his expression softened completely.

Venice, standing on the other side, blinked once—then laughed quietly. “Wow.”

Rain turned to him next, nerves fluttering even harder. “…Venice.”

Venice leaned down slightly, teasing smile gone, eyes gentle. “Yeah?”

Rain hesitated only a moment before doing it again—another soft kiss, this one on Venice’s cheek.

Venice went very still.

Rain stepped back, hands clenched, voice trembling just a little. “I… I wanted to try. Not being scared.”

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then Phayu reached out, resting his forehead lightly against Rain’s hair. “You did great.”

Venice cupped Rain’s face carefully, thumbs warm against his cheeks. “You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for you to do that.”

Rain looked up, surprised. “R-Really?”

Phayu nodded. “We never wanted to rush you.”

Rain’s chest tightened—but this time, it wasn’t fear.
“…I don’t want to hide anymore,” he said softly.

Venice smiled, bright and sincere. “Good. Because we like you exactly like this.”

They didn’t kiss him again.
They didn’t push.

They just stayed close—hands brushing, shoulders touching—letting Rain feel the weight of what he’d done.

It was small.

But it was brave.

And Rain knew—this was only the beginning.

Cloud used to be Rain’s friend.

Back when they were still in school, when Rain thought friendship meant sharing lunch boxes and walking home together. Back when Cloud laughed with him—before money, before brands, before status mattered.

The day Cloud found out Rain was poor, everything changed.

The jokes turned sharp.
The smiles turned fake.

And one day, Cloud simply said—
“Don’t sit with me anymore. People will misunderstand.”

Rain never forgot that.

So when Cloud saw Rain again at college, standing between Phayu—the God of Architecture, and Venice—the rising business prodigy and model, something inside him snapped.

It wasn’t just shock.
It was jealousy.
Pure, ugly jealousy.

He saw it clearly that day—Phayu leaning in to say something low and gentle, Venice smiling before pressing a light kiss to Rain’s cheek.

 

Rain blushed. Smiled.

Cloud felt sick.

Him?
That poor, plain Rain?
And not me?

“I’m richer.”
“I’m better looking.”
“I belong there.”

But Rain was the one chosen.

And Cloud hated him for it.

The bullying didn’t start loudly.

It started like whispers.

“Wow, Rain, you still use that phone?”
“Careful, you might break it—it looks expensive for you.”
Rain tried to ignore it.

Then came the public comments.
“So tell me,” Cloud said one afternoon in class, voice intentionally loud,
“Do rich people feel good doing charity? Or are you just… convenient?”

Laughter followed.

Rain’s fingers tightened around his notebook.

Sky noticed.
Sky always noticed.
He’d step in casually.

“Wow, Cloud, is being insecure your full-time job or just a hobby?”

Cloud would back off then—smiling like it was a joke.

But he always came back.
Rain never told the twins.

Sky confronted him one evening. “Rain, you need to tell them.”

Rain shook his head immediately. “No. Please don’t.”

“Why not?”

“They’re busy… and I don’t want to be a burden,” Rain said quietly.
“I can handle it.”

Sky’s jaw clenched.

The breaking point came during finals week.

Rain had stayed up late working on his first-year architecture project, exhaustion finally pulling him under. He fell asleep at his desk, sketches spread everywhere, phone loosely clutched in his hand.

Sky stood there for a long moment, watching him sleep.
“…Enough,” he muttered.

He gently took Rain’s phone, unlocked it, scrolled.

Two names stood out instantly.
Phayu 🌪️
Venice ❤️

Sky copied the numbers.

Then he used his own phone.

Phayu picked up on the second ring.
“Yes?”

Sky took a breath. “Hi. I’m Sky. Rain’s friend.”

Silence.

Then—“Is Rain okay?” Phayu asked instantly.

Sky’s voice hardened. “No. He’s being bullied.”

Venice’s voice cut in sharply. “By who.”

Sky told them everything.
About Cloud.
About the past.
About the insults.
About Rain pretending he was fine.

There was no shouting on the other end.

That was worse.

Phayu’s voice dropped. “Where.”

“At college.”

Venice exhaled slowly. “Thank you for telling us.”

“You don’t understand,” Sky said. “He thinks he’s bothering you.”

Phayu replied immediately, “He could never.”

The call ended.

Sky looked back at Rain.

“You should’ve trusted them,” he whispered.

The next day—

Cloud didn’t bother hiding it anymore.

“Still pretending you belong here?” he sneered as Rain packed his bag.

“Tell me—how long before they realize you’re just embarrassing?”

Rain stayed silent.

His hands shook.

Then—
A voice cut through the air.
Calm. Cold. Dangerous.

“Say that again.”

Rain froze.

Cloud turned pale.

Phayu stood behind him.
Venice was right beside him.

And this time—
They weren’t smiling.

Rain stayed frozen, fingers clutching his bag. Cloud’s smirk faltered for the first time all week.

Phayu stepped forward slowly, each movement deliberate, calm—but the air around him screamed authority. Venice was beside him, hands lightly resting at Rain’s shoulders, grounding him. Their presence alone made Cloud shrink slightly.

“Say that again,” Phayu repeated, voice cold but measured. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Cloud stammered, trying to recover. “I-I… I was just—”

“Stop,” Venice interrupted sharply, tone quiet but razor-edged. “You’re done. Do you hear me?”

The classroom—or courtyard, wherever they were—had gone silent. Other students had been watching Rain’s quiet struggle all week. Now they saw what it really meant to cross him.

Cloud swallowed, sweat beading at his temple. “I—I didn’t mean—”

Phayu’s gaze didn’t waver. “You humiliated someone who did nothing to you. Someone who treats everyone kindly, someone who—” He took a slow breath, voice calm, deadly. “—is ours. Do not speak to him that way again.”

Venice stepped closer, brushing Rain’s hair lightly to the side. “And don’t think you can play mind games. We see everything. You’re done here.”

Cloud looked around, realizing the students who had been whispering now stared openly. Even the professors nearby had noticed. His mouth opened to argue, then closed. For the first time, he understood he was powerless here.

Finally, he muttered, “I… I’m sorry,” voice hollow, and slinked away.

Rain’s hands shook as he lowered his bag. Tears pricked his eyes—not from fear, but relief, from the weight finally lifting off his shoulders.

Phayu immediately wrapped him in a firm, protective embrace. “You don’t have to hold it in anymore,” he murmured softly against Rain’s hair.

Venice crouched slightly, hands resting on Rain’s knees as he sat down. “No more pretending,” he said gently. “You’re safe now. Always.”

Rain let out a shaky breath, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I… I didn’t want to bother you guys… I thought I’d just handle it.”

“You never bother us,” Phayu said firmly. “We care about you, Rain. Don’t ever forget that.”

Venice nodded, smiling softly through the worry. “Anyone who tries to hurt you? They answer to us. That’s the rule.”

Rain leaned into both of them, crying quietly but feeling lighter than he had in weeks. The warmth of their arms, their attention, their love—it was more powerful than any insult Cloud could throw.

Some students nearby had witnessed everything. Whispers spread, some admiring the courage of the twins, others realizing Rain wasn’t alone, wasn’t weak.

Phayu straightened, gaze sweeping across the space. “And let this be clear. If anyone dares to bully or harass Rain again—they’re done. Do you understand?”

A murmur of agreement went through the onlookers, and Cloud’s retreating figure confirmed the point.

Venice squeezed Rain’s hand gently. “See? You belong with us. Not because of what others think, but because we chose you.”

Phayu kissed the top of Rain’s head softly. “Always. You don’t need to hide. You don’t need to hesitate.”

Rain exhaled, feeling a weight lift. “…I won’t hide anymore,” he said quietly, voice steady now.

The twins exchanged a brief glance, almost a silent celebration. Venice’s teasing grin returned lightly, while Phayu’s calm smile radiated warmth.

And Rain realized—it didn’t matter what the world thought. With them by his side, he could finally feel safe, loved, and unafraid.