Lee Minho & Lee Felix

None of them had intended to get married.
Especially not in Vegas.
Especially not as a trio.
Lee Minho and Lee Felix are twin brothers, two alphas, equally stubborn and equally beautiful, yet as different as day and night.
Minho is cold and reserved, with an icy gaze and iron self-control.
Felix is sunny, with a rasp in his voice and a perpetual smile, the kind of person who could make even a bartender laugh at three in the morning.

And here they were, two thirty-three-year-old alphas, in Las Vegas with one twenty-five-year-old omega, who only yesterday had said:
— "No, I don't drink. And besides, 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 draped over his shoulders.
Two alphas were lying on the pillows beside him. One was Felix, who was smiling in his sleep; the other was Minho, frowning even while unconscious.
— "...what the," Jisung whispered, staring at the glittering ring.
He blinked. On the ring fingers of both alphas were identical rings.
— "Please, not this," he exhaled.
At that moment, Felix opened his eyes, squinted against the light, and smirked:
— "Good morning."
Minho, without opening his eyes, grumbled:
— "Omega, if you scream right now, I'm locking you in the bathroom again."
At night, it had all seemed funny.
They had argued with the bartender, laughed, and someone had suggested a joke — "let's get married to get a discount on the luxury suite."
Felix had roared with laughter, Minho had merely snorted, and Jisung had said:
— "You wouldn't dare."

And, as it turned out, they dared.
Felix had dragged over the marriage certificate, Minho had signed it in silence, and Jisung — "so as not to be left out."
Then came the kiss, the flashes of cameras, and a warm whisper in his ears:
— "Now you're ours."