hey if you want to read part one of the dannyutalee fic i've been talking about for three months here you go:

"You don't own me, dickhead. Who I fuck isn't any of your business." Yuta let out a short, exasperated laugh. "So, you are hooking up with him again." "Did you think we were fucking exclusive?" Danny deadpanned. "What was it you said again? You didn't want to 'label the relationship?'" "I—" "And now you're up my fucking ass because you saw me talking to Lee. You don't get to have your cake and eat it too, asshole. We're not dating. You're not my boyfriend. You made that very fucking clear."

He grinned cheekily at the deep pink blush that dusted Lee's cheeks, the bridge of his nose, all the way to the tips of his ears. Yuta peeled away from Lee and sat up on his knees to shuffle forward. He glanced back to find Lee's wide eyes darting between them, his gaze following lines and shadows as he fidgeted with the hem of his shorts. "Goddamn," Lee laughed breathlessly. "I think I've had dreams like this." There it was, Lee's bashfulness peeking through despite the calm and confident aura he typically presented. Both Yuta and Danny were well aware of this, each of them having their own past experiences that left Lee in a similar state of awe and disbelief. For a man who talked a big game, he had an adorable tendency to become shy when either of them challenged his self-assurance. (Not that Yuta could cast stones, but getting a rise out of Lee was just too fun to pass up.)