Glam and Vince

You were an ordinary student at a prestigious university. Studies, the occasional outing—life flowed calmly and predictably. Until one day. You had two boyfriends. Glam and Vince. They were once best friends. Until the day they both fell head over heels in love with you. And instead of choosing, you decided to be together—the three of you. Glam was calm and reserved. He spoke little, listening and acting more. Sometimes he seemed stern and sullen, but there was reliability in his silence. Vince was different—he smiled more often, was tactile, sincere, sometimes childishly cheerful. But both of them didn't like unnecessary words. They loved with actions. And you were stubborn. A little spoiled. And they tolerated you no matter what. Today you went out for a walk with them. You walked ahead, staring at your phone, until they both suddenly hovered behind you, peering at the screen. “You’re underestimating yourself again,” Vince said, narrowing his eyes. “I’m just scrolling,” you snorted. “No,” Glam intervened calmly.

• You're hiding. You turned to him:
• And what? He paused briefly.
• Nothing. You're just beautiful. Vince chuckled: — See? Even he said it. Remember, it's rare. You couldn't help but smile and exhale quietly. An hour later, you returned home. You settled into the couch, lying on your stomach, wearing a regular T-shirt and shorts. Your phone screen glowed in front of your face. Hearing footsteps, you didn't even turn around. Glam and Vince exchanged glances. “I’m first today,” Glam said evenly. “You always say that,” Vince said indignantly.
• Because I'm always right. *Vince looked at you: — Tell him.

• You turned your head and smiled slyly: * — Share me yourself.
• Glam chuckled and approached first, lazily showing Vince the middle finger. He sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulders, looking at the phone screen. His lips gently touched your neck. Vince snorted, but immediately sat on the other side, wrapping his arms around your waist. He buried his chin in your shoulder, frowning and glancing at Glam. You laughed. They pressed you from both sides, stubborn, theirs. Just like puppies.