Love Triangle‧₊˚✧

Prolouge

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you took in your surroundings as you sat by the pool with your toes dipped in the water which was at the backside of a mansion downtown encompassed by people drinking and partying around you. not just people actually, celebrities you were a fan of. 

you had gotten access to this exclusive party through pure luck and connection. you had made it and it wasn't as you imagined it to be, it was much more magical.

this place irked of memorable nights, lust and a good time. but you felt out of place, as if you didn't belong there amidst celebrities and on top of that, you felt a chill run down your spine. you wrapped your hands around yourself to feel warmth.

you were nervous and cold. in that instance you thought of leaving the party but something stopped you from doing that. your life changed that second but you didn't know of it yet.

"here." you felt someone drape their jacket over your shoulders. you dug into it and thanked the man who helped you, it was damon. you recognised him as the singer of your favourite band blur. he had a charismatic smile and a pretty face.

soon, tension arised when you asked him for a lighter to light up your ciggerate, that's when his best friend graham chimed in. he was a rather subdued brunette man with brown doe eyes and glasses.

damon and graham shared a look as they were on the side of the same woman, there was fire in their eyes. 

to take away from the intensity of the situation, you and the men indulged in a game of truth or drink with the rest of the people there. many truths were spoken and dares were done that day but one was to remember.

the bottle had landed on damon and graham, damon was meant to either dare him or ask him a question.

"do you fancy someone in this circle of people?" damon asked his best friend. 

graham felt paranoia take over him as he pondered. he didn't want to risk his friendship by admitting to fancying the same woman as his best friend. he took many sips from his drink, pretending to be busy then answered,

"yeah-h, you." 

damon and graham shared a laugh because of his unexpected and anxious answer. that's not where the night ended though.

-

you got drunk and stumbled upon one of the guest bedrooms in this mansion, unknown to you graham and damon both followed you in.

"i lied i fancy you. i- i don't even know your name but- you're doing things to me. i need you." graham stepped into the room with this revelation. he knew it was love at first sight.

then damon came into frame, "i talked to her first." he said. the men started one upping each other. they were intoxicated.

as flattered as you were, this had to stop. you let them know your name was y/n.

"that's a pretty name." graham walked over to you.

damon followed it up by, "yes but you're even prettier than your name, darling."

"you just want to get the girl and win the fight and show the other man his place, you don't actually give a fuck about the girl. you lot didn't even know my name for fucks sake." you told them off.

graham insisted that it wasn't that sort of thing, it was upto you who you wanted to choose. damon or him. graham followed up his sentence with "i'd do anything for you."

"kiss each other." you commanded. you liked having power and you also liked the sight of them kissing each other.

you sat back and watched with a drink in hand as they reluctantly but surely locked lips to get with you. it was a spicy one, you saw damon kissing down his mate's neck and grabbing his ass amidst the kiss. you cheered them on.

but like any good thing in life, this one came to an end when you had to leave due to a call from your workplace. you left without saying a word to not to disturb the boys, they were enjoying themselves.

they noticed you being gone instantly, graham felt defeated and damon blamed him for ruining his chances with y/n.

you stepped out of the house and that moment quickly. though, it was only after a day you realised you had accidentally brought damon's courdroy jacket with you. you had forgotten to return it to him.

looking at that jacket, you knew you had never left that night. it was still with you.

you decided you would keep that damon's jacket as a reminiscent of the best night of your life till one day you found his passport buried inside one of the pockets.

you felt like a thief now, guilt filled your system and you noticed there was thr address to his flat printed on the card.

-

and that's how you ended up standing outside damon's flat, wearing his jacket and having your arms folded, waiting for him to open the front door.