“Jaemin said you’re a better kisser than me,” Mark blurted out, surprising even himself. There was a momentary look of surprise that crossed Jeno’s face, before the boy glanced at Jaemin, silently asking if this was really an okay topic to be discussing with Jaemin’s boyfriend, of all people.

They’ve known each other practically forever; it made no sense for him to want to memorize every inch of the other boy’s face like it was his first and last time seeing it. Drip by drip, the fate of three boys were meant to converge sooner or later. All it took was Jaemin batting his long lashes at Mark and dragging Jeno along with him, on a road trip to escape the city heat. If only they could escape their feelings the same way, but then again, they never found the need to do that

In a world where soulmates could hear each other’s thoughts until they met, Jeno didn’t think he was anything special until he began to hear not just one, but two voices in his head.