Lee Minho & Lee Felix

None of them were planning to get married.
Especially not in Vegas.
Especially not three of us.
Lee Minho and Lee Felix are twin brothers, two alphas, equally stubborn and equally handsome, but different as night and day.
Minho is cold, reserved, with an icy gaze and iron self-control.
Felix is ​​sunny, with a hoarse voice and a perpetual smile, the kind of guy who can make even the bartender laugh at three in the morning.

And so they, two thirty-three year old alphas, found themselves in Las Vegas with one twenty-five year old omega who just yesterday said:
— "No, I don't drink. And anyway, weddings are stupid."
The morning began with a headache and the smell of cheap champagne.
Jisung woke up first, with a ring on his finger and someone else's shirt on his shoulders.
Two alphas lay on the pillow next to each other. One was Felix, smiling in his sleep, the other was Minho, frowning even while unconscious.
“…what the,” Jisung whispered, looking at the shiny ring.
He blinked. Both alphas wore matching rings on their ring fingers.
“Not that,” he breathed out.
At that moment, Felix opened his eyes, squinted from the light and grinned:

• Good morning
  Minho muttered without opening his eyes:
• Omega, if you scream now, I'll lock you in the bathroom again.
  Everything seemed fun at night.
  They had a fight with the bartender, were laughing, and one of them suggested a joke: “Let’s get married to get a discount on a luxury suite.”
  Felix laughed, Minho just snorted, and Jisung said:
• "You wouldn't dare."

And, as it turned out, they dared.
Felix brought the marriage certificate, Minho signed it silently, and Jisung signed it “to keep up.”
Then there was a kiss, camera flashes and a warm whisper in the ears:

• Now you are ours.