STARS ALIGNED.

STARS ALIGNED.

FINAL PART.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

Author's note: I hope this series gives you a lot of comfort like it did to me. Thank you to everyone for reading and loved this series!

Chan was excited to have his own family.

He already has families, his own family, the one he made with the members, and the one he was building with you.

And the family was going to expand soon.

He felt giddy whenever he saw your baby bump, reminding him that it was his child that you were carrying, that he would be a father soon, and he couldn’t wait to fill the role.

He had always been treating little Chan like his own son but he didn’t want to overstep since he still has his biological father who cares for him. He could settle for being a friendly figure in little Chan’s life, and he didn’t mind him calling him uncle instead of dad.

And it couldn’t be more of an ideal time to introduce you to his family.

He invited you over to his apartment and introduced you to the rest of the members for a little get-together, he was too shy to admit that he also wanted to show you off to them.

But Jeongin got ahead of him and introduced you as his aunt, "My aunt, everyone," he said to the members sitting on the sofa.

"And this is my cute little cousin," also got ahead of him to introduce little Chan to everyone.

They all cooed at him, saying hi, and shook his little hand as he walked up to Jeongin to sit on his lap.

Chan sighed in defeat seeing Jeongin steal his spotlight, but he continued, "And she's pregnant with our child," he bragged with a hand rubbing your baby bump.

Everyone collectively gasped.

Everyone knew Chan was dating you, but from their faces, you could tell that this came out as unexpected, it seemed like they didn't know that the relationship was this serious.

"Whoa, Hyung, does this mean we get to be uncles?" Han said, voluntarily being the one who broke the silence.

"Yes," he nodded with a grin.

Hyunjin groaned, "but I'm still too young to be an uncle," he said with a pout.

"I bet that Chan Hyung would cry on the day Noona gives birth," Changbin stated with a smirk.

Chan hissed at him, shot him a sharp gaze but then broke into a smile.

You smiled seeing him comfortable like this being around his peers, surrounded by people who supported him and cherished him.

He didn't know how loved he was and how much he deserved it.

"No, no, no. I bet their child would be beautiful like their mother, not Chan Hyung," Seungmin joked with a satisfied laugh.

Everyone else laughed along while Chan just took it all in with a defeated smile.

"I have to agree with Seungmin Hyung on that one," eongin added.

And the laughs grew louder.

You laughed seeing him so resigned with the jokes aimed at him, he was so used to it.

Felix poked little Chan's cheek, "what's his name?"

"Little Chan," Jeongin answered.

Everyone cooed again, then chuckled.

"If this is little Chan then that one is swollen Chan," Seungmin joked again, and everyone burst out laughing again.

"Hey, hey, hey," Chan warned him.

This time little Chan laughed along with them, making Jeongin couldn't stay quiet in his seat, laughing his lungs out.

"But seriously, Chan Hyung would make a great dad," Changbin remarked, suddenly got serious that everyone stopped laughing.

"I agree, yeah," Felix backed him up.

The rest of them nodded in agreement, they know him very well and what he's capable of.

"He'll teach them a lot of sports," Hyunjin commented with a soft laugh.

Han eagerly nodded, "Except bowling," he added a snide comment, then laughed.

"But he'll also nag a lot," Seungmin commented.

Once again, everyone laughed

"Seungmin..." Chan called him out in desperation, completely lost to his witty comments.

The meeting went well with little Chan getting along with everyone, them teaching him how to call their names one by one with uncle at the end.

He had a hard time calling Hyunjin’s name and got it wrong several times.

They got whipped by him just like he did with Chan.

You and Chan watched them play together, smiling at how adorable they looked.

"You're already taking care of 7 kids, oh 8 with little Chan," you joked, "are you ready for baby number 9?"

He grinned at you, "I am so ready to meet them,"

"Have you guys found out the gender of the baby?" Felix asked as he sat on the sofa next to Chan.

"We want it to be a surprise," you answered.

Felix giggled, and it amused you so much because he has almost the same giggle as little Chan, filled with that carefree glee and purity.

Back in your apartment, you sat on the end of the bed, drying your freshly showered hair with a towel.

You smiled when Chan came to the room after tucking little Chan to bed.

"Come here, let me dry it for you," he said to you, sitting next to you and insisting you sit on his lap.

He gently rubbed your hair with the towel while you held on to his arms. He took the hairbrush and softly combed your hair started from the end, patiently untangled the hair with his fingers then continued brushing your hair.

He kissed your cheek once he was done, "you're so beautiful, love," he said to you.

You never got tired of hearing his praises because you know he meant every praise with all of his heart.

You turned your head to return his praise with a kiss, gave his lips a long kiss, then rested your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

"Are you sleepy, baby?" He asked you, wrapping his arms around you, one hand resting on the baby bump.

You nodded with a hum.

"Want me to tuck you to bed like I just did to little Chan?" He asked.

You lowly giggled and nodded.

He led you to lay down on the bed and pulled the duvet over your body and his, he handed you a small pillow to put under your side for the baby bump.

He caressed your cheek with his knuckles, "you must be tired," he guessed, also lying on his side facing you on the bed.

"Just a little," you honestly answered.

"You should take a rest then," he said to you, patting your head so softly.

"You too," you said back to him.

"I want you to take a lot of rest too," you said with a weak smile.

"Okay," he kissed your forehead.

"Goodnight, my love," he whispered to you, he rubbed your stomach under the duvet, then closed his eyes, drifted to sleep together with both of your hands on your baby bump.

-

Chan was surprised to see little Chan's dad come to your apartment at this hour at night, if his excuse was to see and play with little Chan that would be a strange answer.

He came to bring back little Chan's toys that he had been asking for since he left them at his dad's and then there was the food, "You like dumplings so much, so I bought some on the way," he said to you as he handed you a bag of food on the dining table.

"Oh, thank you," you muttered to him.

"Remember when you craved them in the middle of the night when you were pregnant with Chan?" he said to you.

You stifled a laugh but didn't answer him, aware of Chan's listening in on the conversation.

You glanced at him, and he gave you an uneasy stare, Chan rarely got mad, but he has this dark aura within him when he isn't amused with something.

Was it wrong for him to feel jealous of the fact that he had been with you before he did?

Thankfully, he left after playing for a while with little Chan, and congratulated Chan and you on your pregnancy before leaving your apartment.

It kind of pissed him off, that he'll occasionally come to your apartment and probably until little Chan is old enough to go to his dad's on his own.

He was watching you eating the dumplings, and shoved them one by one into your mouth.

"You really like it?" He asked.

"You know I always like them," you answered, "but I don't crave them," you added, then took a sip of water.

You took one and fed it to him, "it's just food, Chan," you told him.

He reluctantly opened his mouth and ate it.

But Chan couldn't let go of it, not even when you were watching a movie together with little Chan holding the bowl of popcorn between his legs.

"Are you not... like... craving anything?" He suddenly asked.

"Aren't you supposed to crave something during pregnancy?" He asked in the most nonchalant, but inside,  he wanted you to be needy for him and ask to be spoiled by him.

You held in your laughs and hummed, "actually, I've been craving something lately," you said.

He jolted in his seat, "Yeah, what's that? Tell me, I'll buy it for you," he said with such eagerness.

"Actually, I don't crave it that much," you honestly admitted to him.

His smile faded just a little, "really?"

"But now that I talk about it, I crave it," you said as you turned your head at him.

The three of you went on a night drive, even little Chan was already dressed in his pajamas and fell asleep in the backseat.

You waited by the car while Chan bought you something you craved so much. He half-ran back to the car and smiled when he got in.

"Cherry slushie for you," he handed you a cup of red-colored iced drink.

You clapped before taking it from him, taking the first delicious sip while Chan watched your reaction.

You gasped after taking your first sip.

"How is it?"

You took another sip and gasped again, "it's so refreshing. I like it so much," you exclaimed.

Chan grinned because he got to fulfill your cravings, he put a hand on your baby bump, "you should tell me whenever you crave something," he told you while rubbing your stomach.

"I just don't take them seriously," you told him with a smile.

"Do you want to eat something else?" He asked.

You nodded, "I crave cheeseburgers so much," you weren't entirely lying when you said it. But the main reason was that it's Chan's favorite food and the other reason was that you also want one.

Chan drove a little distance to buy burgers for both of you, he handed them to you once he opened the wrapper.

"Thank you," you muttered.

You took a big bite and hummed in delight as you tasted the food.

"That good?"

You eagerly nodded.

"You eat yours too," you ordered.

"Okay," he took his burger and ate it together in the car with you, parked in the almost empty parking lot of the fast-food chain.

"Little Chan likes fries so much," you sadly said that he couldn't eat it because he was already sleeping.

"I can buy it for him next time," he promised you.

You smiled at him with your mouth full of food.

He spotted the mess you made on your mouth and hurriedly wiped it with a tissue, "eat well my babies," he said.

"Thank you, baby daddy!" You muttered to him with a gleeful smile.

-

Chan was so amazed that you were still able do things on your own, although your baby bump grew bigger and bigger every day. He wondered how you able to move around carrying the child inside you with such ease like it was nothing.

"Shouldn't you be taking your maternity leave?" He asked as he stood behind you while you worked on your computer.

You grabbed his hand that was resting on your shoulder, "I still can do my work," you assured him.

"I don't want you to get tired," he said to you, looking down on you with worried eyes.

You softly chuckled, "I already planned my maternity leave, don't worry," you comforted him while looking up at him.

And just like that wasn't enough, he saw you carrying little Chan when he got fussy over something that you had to scold him, then comforted him after.

He hurriedly took little Chan from you, but he refused, he wanted you to carry him to bed for a nap.

"It's okay, I can do it," you said to him with a smile.

Once you got out of little Chan's room, he led you to sit on the sofa and offered you a glass of water.

"Thank you," you muttered.

You reclined on the bed and handed him the glass of water back to him.

"Why don't you get a nap?" He suggested you, a hand rubbing your swollen belly.

"I'm not sleepy, but I think I want to lie down for a little bit," you answered.

Chan readily helped you lie down on the sofa, putting a cushion under the side of your baby bump, then sat on the edge of the sofa next to you.

"Do you want anything?" He asked, rubbing you up and down your arm.

You sighed and closed your eyes for a few seconds, "Is it weird that I crave cotton candy ice cream like all of a sudden?" You asked him with a shy smile.

Chan chuckled at you, "why would that be weird?"

He gave your stomach a few circular rubs, then lowered his mouth on it, "you always crave something sweet. Can I take this as a hint that we'll get a baby girl?" He asked with a wink.

You smiled, "maybe," you said with a sly smile.

He squinted his eyes at you, his smug broke into a smile, "I'll order the ice cream for my princesses," he said.

You laughed at him, guessing that he wanted a baby girl so much.

He left to the kitchen where his phone lay on the dining table, then ordered ice cream for you.

"I'll order chocolate for little Chan," he informed you across the room.

"Do you want anything else?" He asked, but there was no reply.

He walked back to the living room and saw you fell asleep on the sofa, one hand folded under your head and the other cradling your baby bump.

Chan smiled looking at you sleeping when you said you didn't feel sleepy, he sat on the sofa and watched you sleeping, putting a thin blanket over your body.

He noticed that your feet were swollen and decided to give you foot rubs.

You stirred in your sleep, he heard the faint whimpers you let out through your slightly parted open mouth.

"What is it, love?" He asked you.

"Why are you whimpering like that?" There was an edge to his voice.

You hummed then mumbled something.

"What is it?"

"My back hurts," you slurred your answer.

"Want to take a painkiller or something?"

You shook your head with your eyes closed, "I can't take any medicine," you slurred your words again, still sleepy.

It took him aback for a second, remembered that you were pregnant and couldn't take just any medicine, "Let me give you back rubs then," he offered.

You hummed then fell back to sleep.

He slipped his hand under your shirt, began rubbing your back and gently massaged it, hoping that it would be enough to lessen your back pain but not hard enough to hurt you.

He felt a tremendous appreciation for you, if it were him, he wasn't sure that he would be as patient, as strong, and as good as you.

He felt sorry that he put you in such a burden, carrying his child while also taking care of him and your child.

He lowered his head close enough to your baby bump and softly spoke to it.

"Hey there," he began.

"We can't wait to meet you," he paused to give it a gentle rub, "but while you're inside, please be good to mommy, okay?"

He then pressed his ear on your stomach, trying to catch any answer from the baby inside.

"I know you'd be one good baby, yeah?" he praised even though he heard nothing but the faint sound of whether it was the baby's heartbeat or yours.

The struggles didn't stop there.

Just like little Chan sensed that a baby was coming and that he'll have a younger sibling soon, he got so clingy to you and asked you to do anything for him that Chan felt bad for couldn't help you much.

"It's alright," you told him so many times when he shot you sad glances.

Little Chan used to ask him to put to bed, but he only wanted you now, he sighed, frustrated that he couldn't do anything because it also made him realize that you are his mother, after all, he needed you the most.

You couldn't mask your exhaustion when you came to the bedroom but still put on a smile for him, "Hey, why aren't you sleeping yet?" You asked.

He walked up to you,  hugged you, kissed your forehead, tilted your head with his finger then kissed your lips. He spoiled you with so much affection.

"I prepared a bath for you," he told you along with a peck on the lips.

The bathtub was already filled with milky white water with a nice floral scent when you went to the bathroom. He helped you take off your clothes, held your hands as you carefully stepped inside the tub, and slowly lowered you down inside until your body was engulfed in the warm water.

"Get in too, baby daddy," you said to him with a smile.

He submitted to your wish because it is a command to him.

He stepped inside and then sat behind you, letting you rest your back on his chest.

You grabbed his hand and splayed it on your baby bump, "here, feel it," you said to him.

He felt nothing at first then there was it, a subtle kick on your stomach that startled him.

"The baby is kicking," he said with so much wonder.

You laughed looking at his reaction, "the baby started kicking when I gave little Chan a bath," you told him.

"My God, this is so amazing," he exclaimed in so much disbelief. It never ceases to amaze him whenever he got reminded of the fact that there was a baby inside you, alive and kicking your stomach, that he felt it with his hand.

The baby kicked again, harder this time making you both gasp in surprise.

"I think the baby recognized daddy's voice," you said to him while looking over your shoulder at him.

"Daddy?" He said again.

He got used to you calling him 'baby daddy' because that was just you being playful with him, but once he realized that he is the daddy of the baby, it hit him like a ton of bricks fell on his head.

And the baby kicked again, and Chan hurriedly rubbed your belly, "Daddy's here," he announced to the baby inside you.

"I guess baby can't wait to meet you," you said to him.

Chan got so much to tell the baby but to sum up all of that then yes, he couldn't wait to meet the baby.

He kept rubbing your belly affectionately, "we can't wait to meet you too," he said back.

You rested your head on his shoulder while he kept talking with the baby with both of your hands cradling your baby bump.

-

It was only a month away from your due date, but Chan's schedule was getting packed. He made sure that he had no plans around your due date just in case the baby decided to come out earlier or later than the predicted dates.

He was getting restless the longer he had to leave you, he compensated for it by checking you every few hours or so, asking you if you needed anything or felt anything.

He was so thankful that you were experienced, and that made him less worried, but just a little.

He came home late and couldn't believe himself that you were still up, sitting on the bed listening to classical music playing on your phone on the bedside table.

"Hey, why are you still up?" He asked in a concerned voice.

You weakly smiled, "I can't sleep. The baby keeps kicking," you answered.

"I tried playing some music, it used to work on little Chan but not this one," you explained, then pulled the hem of your nightdress to show your bare baby bump to him with the baby's feet making a dent against the skin, kicking inside your stomach.

His mind was blown once again witnessing all these little wonders.

He quickly got on the bed and scooted closer to you, leaning his head close to your stomach.

"Hi, do you miss daddy?" He asked while softly rubbing your stomach with his thumb.

"Why are you still up? Aren't you sleepy?" He asked again.

You smiled seeing him talking to the baby adorably like that, you slipped your hand in his hair and lazily scratched his head.

"I told you to be good to mommy, remember?" He said again, softly grazing the tip of his nose on your stomach, "Mommy needs some sleep so she can bring you out to this world," he continued, then kissed the skin.

"Go to sleep now, baby," he cooed.

Surprisingly, it worked, the baby stopped kicking once Chan talked to them. Chan triumphantly smiled because the baby listened to him well.

"I think baby misses daddy's voice so much," you said to him.

He will never get used to you calling him like that, especially once he noticed that you wore one of the nightdresses he gifted you in dark blue color, and somehow your pregnant body made you look hotter in it.

Your swollen breasts almost spilled out from the cleavage with the nipples poking through the silky fabric.

He whistled at you, "is it me, or are you getting hotter and hotter?" he asked with a sly smirk.

You chuckled, let him lean in closer to kiss your mouth, "I'm hurt that you forgot to kiss me first," you whined at him."Got to put the baby to sleep first, so we can have some alone time together," he said then kissed you again.

You always thought that once you got pregnant, he would refrain from having sex with you because first, you thought you wouldn't be appealing enough to him physically, and secondly, he's a safety-first kind of guy, he always make sure that you're okay and retracted himself from any possible way that could cause harm on you.

It was the opposite.

He matched your increased sex drive during pregnancy, and you were more than happy about it, and it came as a surprise to you that you also find the sex more enjoyable.

He spooned your from behind, penetrating you from behind in slow and careful thrusts.

His hands cupped your breasts with fingers playing with your hardened buds, humming as he kissed your neck, "hot mommy," He seductively said to your ear.

You giggled at him and captured his full lips in your mouth, gently sucking on his lower lip.

"I can't get enough of you," he said as he bit your earlobe the kissed the skin behind your ear.

"Not only that I got to have you but also have a baby with you," he said.

"Oh, I'm the luckiest," he murmured in your neck as you cum around him.

You lowly moaned, your hand clutching his arm with nails dug into the flesh.

"You're always tight, baby, and it makes me want to keep making babies with you," he whispered to your ear.

You clenched around him even though you had climaxed, and that nudged him closer to the edge.

"Cause I already think of making another baby with you," he admitted.

"What do you think, mmh?" He said along with a few grunts.

He lost control and thrust a little harder until he finally cum inside you.

He held you close, covering your body with the duvet as he cuddled you under after the sex.

He kissed you, softly and hungrily at the same time.

"I meant it when I said I want to have another baby with you," he said.

You laughed at him, "let's take things one at a time, you greedy man," you playfully remarked.

To be honest, you were a little bit afraid that he would be less enthusiastic about you as the time passed, maybe it was the hormones mixed with the insecurities that came with the change of your body as it grew bigger, heavier, completely out of shape that made you felt that way.

But he always gave you words of affirmation without you asking him to.

You are the luckiest person to have someone like him, who loves you no matter what.

-

He whistled once you got out of your bedroom, wearing almost the same black skin-tight dress like the one you wore on a date with him months ago.

"Oh my, my," he said with a giddy smile, feet bouncing in excitement like a little kid on Christmas morning.

What was it with him seeing you in clothes that perfectly showed your baby bump? It inexplicably, strangely aroused him, but he wasn't complaining though.

You put on a minimum make-up, but that was unnecessary because your pregnancy glow shone brighter and made you beautiful in the most natural way.

You went to the same restaurant you always had your dates in.

He ordered the same menu you always have in the same restaurant and replaced the steak with pasta, then ordered an extra cake for dessert because he knew you secretly always crave something sweet.

He stared at you with a smile that didn't wear off even for a mere second.

"Are we celebrating something?" You asked because the date invitation came so sudden that you didn't have enough time to prepare yourself.

"Nothing special," he answered, "I just want to have a date with you and have you for myself before the baby takes all of your attention away from me,"

"I'll always care for you," you said to him with a chuckle, squeezing his hand on the table.

"I know, but once our baby is out to the world, I have no other option but to share you with the baby," he said with a subtle pout.

"Don't be jealous!" You grumbled at him.

He took your hand and kissed your knuckles, "it's kind of hot, though," he commented out of the blue.

"What?"

"Technically speaking, I'm dating two girls at once right now," he said with a lopsided grin.

"How are you so sure that the baby is a girl?"

He shrugged, "I know that I keep saying regardless of gender, but I want a baby girl," he explained.

You knew this even before he conveyed it, he subtly mentioned it a handful of times already.

"And she'll be as beautiful as you," he added with a dreamy smile.

You went for a walk around the park after, he bought you your weird pregnancy craving despite you never liked it in the first place: cotton candy ice cream.

You sat on the same bench you sat on when you had a date, but this time the cherry blossom trees were dead with snow piled on their branches.

You got sentimental when it crossed your mind that it would probably be the last time you spent your time together before the child comes into the world, making you and Chan bound through a biological child, and starting a new family life together with him.

Then it got you unbearably sad, feeling so blessed to find such a perfect man that loves you, cherishes you, accepts you for who you are.

Mostly, how lucky you are to be able to experience love again after years of a failed marriage and an absence of a partner.

You went to hug him before you got into the car and broke down crying into his chest.

"Why are you crying?" He got panicked seeing you suddenly crying to him like this.

"I love you so much," you blurted out, muffled as you nuzzled your face deeper into his chest. Your heart ached at the feeling of emptying it through the words to him.

"Oh baby," he sadly cooed.

He held you close and kissed your head repeatedly, "you know I love you so much, you make me the happiest man on earth," he sighed with his hands rubbing your back while you kept crying to his chest.

"You make all this possible to me. You make me wonder if I deserve all of these, you, little Chan, and our baby," he said to you.

"This love that I got from you," he held the back of your head and angled it upward to face him.

"Thank you for making my life whole, complete, meaningful..." he ran out of words to say, despite he could list all of the feelings you made him feel.

"You're everything I want and searched for in a person," he finished.

He wiped your tears away with his thumb, "I love you," he said, it sounded plain, but that summed up everything he tried to say.

It felt like forever you haven't heard him saying it to you.

You knew he loves you without him needing to say it verbally to you, but having to hear it coming right out of his mouth, this validation that your feelings were returned just the same, made you realize how essential it was.

"I love you," you said back to him because he needed to hear it too.

Despite him knowing your devotion to him by patiently carrying your child, caring for the baby, and taking care of him without asking anything in return.

You both are the luckiest.

The stars aligned when you met and fell in love.

-

"How do you feel?" He asked as he lay next to you on the bed, ready to end the day and make it a day closer to the most awaited day in both of your lives.

"About what?"

"That the due date is only days away," he replied.

"Uhm..." you hummed to think of something as a comparison.

"Like when you're waiting for the exam results, partly scared that you won't pass but couldn't wait to find out either," you explained.

"It's heart fluttering," he cooed at you.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "I'll take care of you well. You don't have to worry about anything," he assured you.

"I trust you," you quickly added.

He smiled then pressed a kiss on your lips, the kiss continued into a full-on make-out with his hands roaming your voluminous body.

Someone pushed the door of your bedroom and made you both shot upright on the bed to see little Chan enter your room while dragging his blanket behind him.

"Mommy," he whined, nose scrunched up and on the verge of crying.

Chan hurriedly came to him and placed him in the space between you and Chan on the bed.

"You want to sleep with mommy?" You asked him.

He nodded with eyes still heavy with sleep.

"But promise to be careful with mommy's tummy, okay?" You told him.

He nodded again, nestled his head so close to your pillow that you patted his back to get him back to sleep while Chan put the blanket over his body.

"Are you ready to have another one like this?" You playfully asked him, looking at him across little Chan who had already fallen back to sleep.

"Yes," he answered without a beat.

He took your hand and rested on little Chan's back, "I can do anything when I'm with you," he said to you, with eyes that were telling you he was being genuine.

He got a glimpse of what he would be having in a few days, sleeping on the bed like this with you and little Chan with hands clasped together.

Chan was still sleeping in your bedroom when you woke him up the next morning, softly patting his back to wake him up without startling him, "Chan, can you wake up and get dressed?" You asked him.

He frantically got up, "what's wrong?"

"I think it's time," you told him, eyes shot down to your baby bump.

It took him a moment to register that what you meant was you were about to give birth that day.

"Oh!" He jolted awake, scrambled to get his clothes on the floor, and put them on.

"Are you in pain?" He asked.

"No," you shook your head, "take your time and get dressed. I'll be waiting in the living room," you told him.

But he couldn't move without feeling jittery, and nervous. No matter how many times he prepared himself for this moment, the reality was far different from what he expected.

He put on decent clothes and had to look twice that you had prepared everything, the bags you should take to the hospital and other essential things.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked you again once he safely seated little Chan in the backseat and saw you got on the passenger's side.

"I'm okay. No need to worry," you assured him with a thin smile on your face.

But how could he calm about it when you clutched the safety belt so hard that your knuckles turned white the whole ride to the hospital.

Little Chan was still clingy and insisted on sitting on the hospital bed with you while you waited for the operation room to be ready for you.

He came back from calling your family and informed them that you were about to deliver the baby that day. He held your hand and looked at you with weary eyes, "I know you're in pain, it's okay, I'm here for you," he told you.

You weakly smiled at him, "because you're here, it doesn't feel that painful," you said.

A nurse came and informed you that the operation room was ready, you quickly held little Chan so tight and kissed him on the forehead.

"Mommy loves you so much, you know that?" You sweetly said to him.

"Mommy will be back soon. We'll be seeing each other again," you promised him, then kissed him again on the cheek.

Chan got sad seeing you talking to little Chan like that, like you wouldn't be seeing each other again, reminded him of the awful things that might happen when you give birth.

He got teary thinking of the possibility that he might lose you and reluctantly took Chan, and carried him in his arms.

He had to break his promise to not cry, not because he wanted to protect his dignity but because he didn't want to make you sad or looked sad to you. He had to wait for your parents to come so they can take care of little Chan, and he could be with you in the operation room.

He broke into tears the moment he saw you crying in pain, struggling to give birth to your child together, and he came to you, holding your hands, pressing his head so close to yours and encouraging you with words.

But all that came out was, "I love you so much," he murmured repeatedly.

He imprinted this moment in his head, the pain and the joy, all the emotions that came out of it so he'll remember to never, ever take you for granted ever again.

-

It felt like a dream to him.

That you and he created a life together and brought this little human to the world.

Her little toes and fingers, her body not even bigger than his arm, the one that he had been waiting for to come to his life, lying on his chest.

So pure, fragile, delicate. Warm and so soft, so cuddly, lovely. He had never seen anything like her in years.

His heart overflowed with so many emotions at once but mostly love, full to the brim.

She cried into his chest and it made him laugh, how she cried exactly like you always did to him.

"Daddy's here, daddy's here," he told the little one while gently patting her back like she is a piece of glassware that could break if he isn't careful.

She calmed down when Chan covered her with the blanket, humming in a low voice and cooing at her, hooking her little fingers around his index finger.

She's a lovely tiny thing, his dream girl, love at the first sight, and forever his true love, a happiness that multiplies and expands his life, the one who adds more meaning to his life, who gives him purpose and a new life, entirely.

He got melancholic when he had to part with his little one for she had to get back to her crib, and the nurses ran a quick check up on her.

For the first time in his life, Chan felt like the path of his life had become clearer, like he knew what he is going to do and go next.

For the first time in his life, he existed not only for himself but also for this child, his beautiful little angel, Jinnie.

-

Was it possible to be in love with you over and over again?

Cause it didn't make sense to him.

When he thought he couldn't be more in love with you, he fell in love with you more, harder, deeper, then out of control.

There was no way of escaping it.

He watched you as you breastfed the newborn, cradling her in your arms, caressing her soft little cheek with the back of your fingers in the most endearing way possible.

It was like looking into a prism, he got to see a new side of you under a new light.

Your bare face so radiant to him, your hair down and tousled and draped on your shoulder, you looked up at him and smiled.

And the smile made his heart palpate, butterflies fluttering awake in his stomach.

"She's so beautiful," you said as you looked at her small face with her small facial features.

He could say the same thing about you, you looked so divine that he thought he was looking at a painting.

"She has your nose," you added, poking her little nose with your index finger.

Chan moved to sit next to you on the bed, sitting right behind you and looking over your shoulder at his daughter, then smiled.

 "She's beautiful like you," he said to you.

You turned your head at him and smiled, he captured it with a sweet kiss.

"Thank you for making me a father," he said to you, putting an arm around you and the baby.

"Gosh, I'm so lucky," he murmured then kissed you again.

You both looked at her with so much love, admiring her presence and thanking her for her existence that will forever bind you together.

Chan remembered something when he registered the baby for her birth certificate.

But when he got back to the hospital, your room was always crowded with guests.

It was hard to have you for himself when they kept coming to your room, congratulating you and admiring your newborn child, the flowers that didn't stop coming.

To top it all off, the members came at the end of the visiting hours, and the first thing they did was make fun of Chan.

They could tell he cried without anyone telling them, they knew him very well because he's soft-hearted like that.

The baby girl cried because of the noise they made but Chan, a quick learner he is, he already mastered how to carefully picked up the baby into his arms.

He softly bounced her in his arms, then showed her to the members.

Everyone cooed, completely whipped by her.

"Hyung, she's so pretty," Changbin praised, hesitating to touch her cheek with his finger, "she will break so many hearts when she's older,"

"I told you, she'll look like my aunt," Jeongin cut in, then shoved a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl next to your bed.

Chan didn't even care about what everyone said, or maybe because Seungmin was also too whipped to make witty remarks on Chan.

"She's so small," Hyunjin said with an inaudible gasp, afraid that his voice would wake her up. His jaws had been hung open from the moment he set his eyes on her.

"Look at her little fingers," he said, couldn't handle the cuteness that he squeezed Felix's shoulder instead and made him yelped in pain.

"So cute, Hyung," Hyunjin said with his nose scrunched, huddled together with Felix to look at the baby in Chan's arms.

"Hyung, can I hold her? I want to see if she bounces if I throw her up in the air," Minho joked at him.

Chan hissed at him and squinted his eyes, "I believe she bounces just right," he said to him.

Unfortunately, they had to leave soon cause the visiting hours had ended. They said goodbye to you and the baby, wishing you a speedy recovery, along with a nice bouquet of baby breath and daisies flowers.

Chan made sure that the baby was already sleeping before he got back to you and sat next to you on the bed.

"Do you want anything?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "no, I'm good," you answered.

"Come, lay down with me," you ordered as you scooted on the small hospital bed to make a space for him.

He put a hand on you once he lay down next to you, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah,"

"How do you feel?"

"Of what?"

"Everything,"

"Amazing! If I could go back in time, I would definitely do it all over again," you replied with a gleeful smile, "I wouldn't change a single thing about it,"

Chan smiled, looking at your blissful smile that melted him from the inside.

"I should be the one that got jealous," you said out of the blue.

"Huh?"

"I should be the one that got jealous of our child," you took his hand and intertwined it together with his.

"She's so lucky to have you as her first love," you said.

Chan grinned at the knowledge you just shared with him, the realization that he got to be the first love of his daughter, the first man she met and loves, how precious is that!

"Don't be jealous! I'll always be yours," he convinced you.

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, showing the time that it was past midnight already.

"And you'll always be mine," he added.

With a hand framing your face and a nice smile painted on his face, he sighed in so much contentment like everything was right in its right places.

"Happy birthday!" he quietly said to you, tried not to wake the baby up and generally because it's a hospital after all.

You blinked at him, dazed and confused, everything blurred together that you detached from the bound of time.

"Is it really my birthday?" You asked him in so much shock.

Chan softly chuckled, then nodded, "you even forgot your own birthday,"

"How nice! Now I'm three years older than you," you made a snide comment to yourself.

He pressed his mouth to the side of your face to muffle his laugh, "and a mommy of two," he added with a mischievous grin.

You dramatically sighed, "what a joy!" You exclaimed then broke into a low laugh.

He turned your head to face him and looked deeply into your eyes, "it's your birthday, but you're the one who gifted me such a special present," he said with so much sincerity.

Chan stretched out his hand to his coat that hung on the chair, he pulled out a small box that he presented to you.

"As much as I wanted to propose to you so many times, this is not it," he quickly said.

And you giggled at his remark.

It wasn't traumatizing to you, but marriage is one long process. It takes two to make it happen, two bodies and two souls, then try to merge it into one. And maybe you were in the rare percent of people who still believe that marriage is holy matrimony, a sacred union that you wish would last for eternity.

When your previous marriage unfortunately ended, you got a little broken inside, and it somehow made a dent in your belief,, but you stood firm still.

"One at a time," you said to him.

"One at a time," you said again, hinting that everything was still possible.

You flipped open the velvet box and found a ring inside, a gold band ring with a pale blue stone, aquamarine, your birthstone.

"Put it on me," you ordered, handing him the box.

He took the ring and slowly slipped it on your ring finger.

"This is not a marriage proposal," he warned again with a smile at you.

You looked at the ring, perched so nicely on your finger like it was meant to be there.

"You're not an object, but this is my way of letting people know that you belong to someone, me, you're mine," he said in the most possessive way yet so heartwarming at the same time.

"Happy birthday, love," he congratulated you once again, caught your chin between his thumb and index finger, then slowly brought his mouth on you, brushing his lips so softly.

"Thank you," you muttered with your lips grazing his when you spoke.

You beamed a smile at him while glancing down at the ring, "I love it so much,"

He took your hand and placed a kiss on the ring and on your knuckles, "I'm forever grateful for your existence," he murmured.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and you felt like you could combust at any second with this much happiness inside you.

"I love you," you whispered to him while holding him close to the bed.

"I love you," he said back with another kiss on your temple.

The next day, your family came with a birthday cake and made you blow the candles in front of them, he witnessed once again how you are so loved just like he said and assured you so many times.

Your mother noticed the ring on your finger.

"A birthday gift from Jinnie's daddy," you shyly replied, showing the ring he gifted you last night.

Your mother glared at Chan and raised an eyebrow, "what's the ring supposed to mean?" She asked with a smile.

"I proposed to her so many times, and she kept on rejecting me," he said to your mother.

And your mother glared at you now, "and why would you keep rejecting this fine man?"

"Mom, please," you begged her to stop and made you both uneasy with all the eyes darted toward you and Chan.

Just like baby Jinnie noticed that the center of attention shifted from her to you, she started crying in her grandfather's arms.

And everyone scrambled to calm the baby down and cooed at her. You were grateful that everyone loves her so much. She's truly a gift.

-

After three days spent in the hospital, you finally got discharged, and it felt nice to be back home. Little Chan ran around the house, happy that he finally got back to his toys after spent time either in the hospital or in his grandma's house.

Chan had set up a crib for baby Jinnie in your bedroom, and everything essential for her was placed around the room.

Years of experienced nights without sleeping came to use when baby Jinnie kept waking both of you up in the middle of the night, either she was hungry or needed a change of diaper.

Chan patiently took care of her, only woke you up when she needed to breastfeed from you.

It wasn't easy, and it reminded Chan how much his parents had sacrificed for him, it takes one to know one.

And the great responsibility that comes with it, that her life is depending on him and you and together you'll take part to shape her to be a person she'll grow up to be.

He wanted only the best things for her, happiness, good things only, and put harm away from her no matter what.

"Such a daddy's little girl!" You said once you handed her to him after bathing her, she cried like she sensed that it wasn't his daddy's arms that held her.

"Mommy is just jealous," Chan playfully said to baby Jinnie.

You dramatically rolled your eyes at him.

Chan pulled you close and placed a kiss on your lips, a quick yet deep one with a hand grabbed your backside, and gently squeezed on the flesh.

"You'll have your turn, mommy," he said to you with a sly smirk.

You scoffed and gave him side-eyes, "I'm not jealous at all," you strongly denied, but that only made it obvious.

 Despite the baby needing a lot of care, you spent most of your time with little Chan because you were afraid he would feel left out.

You gave his hair trim in the bathroom, and laughed at how he made silly comments, kept reminding you not to make him bald.

"Mommy promise to keep your hair as long as you stay still," you compromised with him.

And he got a little mature too.

He understood when the baby cried that meant she needed you, and he would warn you, by saying "Mommy, the baby is crying," or "mommy, the baby is hungry," like a big brother should be.

After giving him instructions, you carefully put baby Jinnie on his lap while Chan kept grimacing, afraid he would topple to the side and send them both falling.

Chan got extremely protective of baby Jinnie, you understood his fear really well but only to an understandable extent.

"You're big enough to not let baby Jinnie fall, right?" You asked him.

"Uh-huh," he answered while holding baby Jinnie with all the strength he had in him.

You took so many pictures before he got too tired holding baby Jinnie with his hands, and Chan hurriedly helped him to steady himself on the sofa.

"Small baby," he beamed with his adorable giggles.

You kneeled next to the sofa and watched him looking at the baby with such delicacy in his eyes, "isn't your baby sister so pretty?" You asked.

He nodded, "like mommy," he answered.

"You can play with your baby sister once she get a bit older," you told him.

"You can play plushies with her, swim together, play hide and seek, everything,"

Chan watched the whole conversation with a big smile on his face and a hand on your thigh, squeezing on the flesh because the cuteness got so unbearable.

"I'll let her play with my toys," he said to you, slurring his words.

"That's so nice of you!" You praised him.

Baby Jinnie held her fists up and blinked her eyes at him, "Looks like your sister wants a hug," you told him.

Little Chan hesitated at first but brought her close enough to hug her by lowering his head to her.

You cooed looking at a heartwarming moment and quickly took a picture, "she's so cuddly, right?"

He nodded and turned his head at you with eyes glossed like two clear marbles.

He looked so in love, mesmerized by his baby sister.

"You are mommy's sweetest boy," you praised him again and bit back your tears by swallowing them down your throat, feeling blessed to have a child like him.

He giggled then continued to admire his baby sister, holding her little hands, giggling and mumbling words to her.

"You raise him well," Chan whispered to you along with a kiss on the cheek.

"And we'll keep raising them well together," you added, then took his hand and laced it, feeling hopeful of your future together.

-

Chan always misses baby Jinnie, especially when he's away from her.

What kind of magic spell that he caught from her? All he knows, it is a strong, overpowering one.

When he got home, the first thing he did was check on her that he forgot to kiss you as he usually do whenever he comes home.

"Welcome home, Jinnie's daddy," you said with a thin smile.

He chuckled because he was aware of his mistake, he came up to you and made up to you with a long kiss on the lips.

"I miss you," he said to the crook of your neck.

"Are you sure you miss me?"

"I miss my family so much," he replied.

You chuckled then slowly let go of his hold, "can you stay with her? I need to shower," you said.

"Of course! Take your time," he said to you.

Chan stayed in the bedroom holding baby Jinnie until he fell asleep on the bed together with her.

You moved the baby and put her in the crib while still dressed in your bathrobe.

Chan jolted awake, blinking his eyes to push the sleep away from his eyes.

"I didn't mean to sleep," he quickly said.

You waved him off, "it's okay. I fed her full so she'll be sleeping well," you told him.

It felt like forever that he hadn't spoiled you as you deserved, paying attention to you, especially now that you took care of two children, and barely have time for yourself.

Chan sat up on the bed with his feet on the edge of the bed, "come here, let me do it for you," he said, gesturing to the towel, and offering to dry your hair.

You sat on his lap, facing to the side while he used the towel to gently dry your hair with it.

"How's your day, baby daddy?" You asked him, looped an arm around him.

"Tiring, but once I looked at my baby girl, it's magically vanished," he answered.

It amazed him that with just one look at his baby girl, all of the bad of his day vanished in a second.

"You worked so hard," you said to him, then pressed a kiss on his lips.

Your bathrobe slid to the side, exposing one side of your shoulder and breast. He swallowed air looking at your swollen breast, full of breastmilk.

He tossed the towel away and shifted you on his lap, making you straddle him with your legs on each side of him.

He brought you close by your chin and then kissed you, kisses with tongues and teeth clashed together.

You sensed his neediness right away as his hands quietly untied your bathrobe, and slid it off your body until it pooled around your waist.

He dragged his mouth down your neck, and you closed your eyes at the heating of your body, burning with desire.

His hot mouth rushed to your breast, placing kisses on the flesh then hastily took your nipple in his mouth.

He had been curious to find out the taste of your breastmilk, and his head went haywire when he finally got to taste it.

He softly sucked on the bud until drops of breastmilk came out that he could taste on his tongue.

He opened his mouth wider, and greedily took more of your breast before started sucking on the breast again, feeding on your breastmilk.

It aroused you somehow that you slowly grind on him, your bare crotch seeking friction on his lap with your hands on his shoulders.

He let go of his breast once he got full, a drop of milk rolled down your breast, which he quickly licked, didn't want it to go to waste.

"You taste so good," he said to you with clouded eyes.

You didn't get a chance to answer him because he took your other breast into his mouth, and sucked harder on it once he knew how good it tasted.

"You're so greedy, daddy!" You softly moaned and tried to keep it low not wake the baby up.

You looked down at his lips wrapped around your nipple and hummed, "not saving any for your daughter, mmh?"

He grinned at you with your nipple tugged between his teeth, "just a little bit more," he pleaded.

He took your nipple again, drinking in the milk, and swallowed them down his throat, you could see his Adam's apple bobbed.

He gasped the moment he let go of your breast, a drop of milk escaped the corner of his mouth, and you quickly wiped it with your thumb.

"My big baby," you poked fun at him.

"No wonder our baby likes it so much," he murmured to you with a sigh.

Without warning, he lay you down on the bed, and took the bathrobe off of you, tossed it onto the floor.

"I gave birth twice, Chan, my body changed a lot," you informed him, your legs crossed at the knees, self-conscious of its appearance.

He took your hand and put it on the bulge poked against his dark jeans, "but why does it entice me the same, mmh?" He asked you.

"Jinnie's mommy," he softly called you with a seductive smile.

"You're so hot," he said to you with a hand tracing the valley of your breasts.

You unbuttoned his shirt, and he eventually took it off for you so you could run your hands down his chest just how you like.

"You're just as hot, Jinnie's daddy," you teased back.

He lowered his mouth on you, burying his head in your neck and peppering the skin with feather-like kisses that made you flutter inside.

"You'd better keep it low," you warned him.

But that warning was supposed to be aimed at yourself, couldn't contain your moans that Chan had to shut you up with his kisses.

He deeply groaned and pushed all of his lengths inside you until the tip touched something he knew would bring you so much pleasure.

Your mouth agape, about letting out a loud moan but hurriedly pulled Chan's head for a kiss to muffle it.

"You feel so, so good," he murmured to your ear, lips brushing the shell of your ear when he spoke.

Propping his hands on each side of you as his hips didn't stop motioning in and out of you at a steady pace.

"I want to keep making babies with you," He said to you with a hand rested on your stomach.

"I want you to be the mother of all of my children," he said between his low grunts.

"I want to make a big family with you,"

All of his words only sent you closing into your high, eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body took all of his hard thrusts.

You bit the back of your hand to shut yourself up, biting on the flesh as you relish the euphoric feeling of coming to your release.

It took just a few more hard thrusts for Chan to finally cum, quickly pulled out of you, and unloaded his seed on your stomach, afraid that he might impregnate you again without earning your consent.

He kissed you before falling next to you on the bed, kissing you down until you both gained your composure back.

He cleaned you up real quick, putting his shirt on you after so you could lay down on the bed. He climbed back onto the bed after putting sweatpants on and scooted closer to cuddle you.

"You'll always be my favorite girl," he said to you as he spooned you from behind, hands wrapped around your body.

"You're only saying it now," you said back to him with a pout, "you'll forget about it once your daughter wakes up," you added.

He kissed your pout, then laughed, "are you that jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," you denied once again.

He tickled you until you burst out laughing, "you're going to wake baby Jinnie," he said to you to your growing laughter.

"Stop tickling!"

"No, I won't," he said.

"So mature of you!" You sneered at him between your giggles.

He tightened his hold around you, not willing to let go, and pressed more kisses on your face and neck, making you giggle even more as he buried his nose deeper into your neck.

"You're my number one favorite girl," he whispered to you along with a slobbering kiss on your cheek with his hand across your chest.

"Baby Jinnie is close on the second," he added.

You lightly elbowed him on the stomach, "how could you do that to your daughter, she should come first,"

Chan yelped and held you tight, "no, you're my number one, and that's final,"

You secretly smiled at his words and let him hold you tight the whole night until you fell asleep.

-

Chan was still reeling, pinching himself whenever he felt like life was too good to be true.

He got you, the best girlfriend he could ask for, he got little Chan and baby Jinnie, his wonderful kids and he made a home in all these people.

He felt like missing something if any of you wasn't present in his life as each one of you holds a piece of him inside of you, making you three the only ones who are capable to piece him back together when he falls apart.

Time flies so fast when each day holds the fondest memories that he'll treasure forever.

The next thing he knew, baby Jinnie crawled on the bed and tried to wake him up by climbing his back, drooling on his bare skin while you were watching from across the bed, laughing.

"Say, 'Daddy, wake up!'," You told baby Jinnie who only looked up to you, didn't understand any words you said to her.

Chan smiled into his pillow and slowly lifted his body along with baby Jinnie on his back, making her squeal but quick to catch her before she fell to the side.

"Daddy is awake! Daddy is awake!" He told the little girl and held her by the waist, sat her down on her stomach.

"You planned this, but you're the only one waking up late," you told him.

Chan rubbed the sleep off his eyes, then looked at you, "at least give me a morning kiss before you scold me," he said with a voice tinted with sleep.

You couldn't say no when you were also yearning for his kisses, leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

Little Chan came to the room, dragging you by the hand to come with him to his bedroom.

"Hurry up! The kids are getting impatient," you told him before leaving the room.

The picnic was his idea.

He wanted to have a nice day out with you before the summer ended. You packed lunches and everything for the day since the night before.

One of his songs was playing on the radio during the ride to the place you were going.

"Did you notice something?" He asked with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh.

"What?"

"Hear something?" He asked again.

You gave him a confused look, "your song?"

He glared and frowned, "you didn't hear it?"

"What?"

He sighed, "there's Jinnie's heartbeat in the song,"

You tipped your head to the side and intently listened to the song, "wait, wait, how come I never noticed it before?" You asked in surprise.

"You lost 10 brownie points already from not giving me a proper morning kiss, and you lost another 10 points for not recognizing your own daughter's heartbeat. I can tell baby Jinnie is going to win today," he said to you.

He had fun playing this game where you compete with baby Jinnie to be his favorite girl of the day, the one who gets the most brownie points from him wins it.

It was all for fun, of course, you had fun listening to him listing all the good you did to amuse him that day to win it.

"You won today because you looked so hot in that dress today. I can't stop staring," he once said.

"Baby Jinnie won today because she didn't fuss when I took her to the doctor today,"

"You won for the whole week because come on! Last night earned you a thousand brownie points," he said with a sly smile.

Then there was an absurd reason like,

"Baby Jinnie liked it more when I'm the one giving her a bath, and mommy lost 10 points for that, so she won by 5 points," he said, making that day the most unfair judgment you ever got.

Chan looked at her through the rearview mirror, "Baby Jinnie, you won Daddy's favorite girl of the day again!" He said to the baby girl who lay inside her baby seat, sucking on a pacifier.

You scoffed at him, "but it's only 10 am," you said to him.

"Sorry, it's final!" He said to you with a dead stare.

You watched Chan and little Chan playing soccer ball on the field while you and baby Jinnie sat on the picnic mat with her on your lap, munching on a piece of strawberry.

"Lunchtime, you guys!" You shouted at them and then started spreading out the packed lunch boxes you had prepared for them on the picnic mat.

They both raced in your direction, little Chan panted as the winner who arrived first to you, you quickly handed him a bottle of water.

"Come sit next to mommy," you ordered, patting the space next to you.

Chan helped you prep the lunch, and you sat baby Jinnie between your legs, letting her rest her back on your chest and play with her milk bottle.

"I've been thinking of something," he said as he sat next to little Chan and helped him pick up sausage with a fork.

"I know what you're trying to say, baby, I know," you said, already guessing what he was trying to say, and he had said at least more than ten times already.

"Listen to me first!" he insisted, half laughing.

"Okay, okay," you said, shoving a sliced apple into your mouth.

"Let's get married!" He said, as clear as the sky and as loud as the cicadas buzzing in the trees.

You stared at him, looked him dead in the eyes.

"Your mom is subtly threatening me to marry you as soon as possible," he said.

He understood by now that the true reason you kept rejecting was not that you didn't want to, you were just not ready yet.

"Then marry her, and maybe she'll stop threatening you," you joked.

"I would, but I'm scared of your dad," he joked back.

Chan shoved a piece of omelet into his mouth, "okay then I have another proposal," he announced.

You could tell what he was going to say next.

"Let's have another child," he said.

You scoffed and glared at him again, "Baby Jinnie is barely a year old," widened your eyes at him.

"But think about this, if one day little Chan and baby Jinnie fought, there should be someone who breaks the fight,"

"It's one of us who should do it," you lightly answered.

"But what if we need to vote for something, there are four of us. What if we get an even result? We need another one!" He passionately explained.

You sighed and wiped baby Jinnie's mouth as the juice from the strawberry made a mess on her mouth.

"I'm thinking of a baby brother," he said like he could imagine the baby already.

You grabbed his hand to calm him down, "let's take our time, okay?" You reminded him.

"I want to get married and have another child with you. I do!" You assured him.

"But let's just take our time, enjoy the present, and we can talk about it again when we're both ready," you softly spoke to him.

He smiled at you and understood the reason why you were so adamant about all of his proposals.

"You're right, let's take our time," he said with a smile that grew wider and brighter the longer he stared at you.

You continued having the meals together, enjoying the sunny weather and the warm breeze, baby Jinnie got amazed by a butterfly flying around her head.

"I honestly have another proposal," he suddenly said with a grimace.

You winced at him and sighed in defeat.

"Let's adopt a dog," he suggested.

"Puppy!" Little Chan shouted in excitement at the mention of dogs, you knew he always wanted one, but you relented because he wasn't old enough to take care of one.

"Do you want a puppy?" You asked him.

Little Chan eagerly nodded.

"What about baby Jinnie?" You asked as you lifted the baby girl and looked at her, with strawberry juice painted on her face.

"Come on, mommy, don't be so stiff!" Chan said with pouty lips, teasing you.

He made little Chan do the same puppy eyes with their lower lips jutting out at you, making you couldn't resist both of them.

"Mommy, please?" Little Chan said, and it moved your heart in an instant.

"But you promise mommy to take care of it well, okay?"

He giggled then shouted something in enthusiasm, "yes, yes yes," he said repeatedly.

"Okay then, a puppy!" You said while looking at Chan in the eyes, finally agreed on his last proposal.

Chan and little Chan shouted in celebration and simultaneously planted a kiss on both of your cheeks, leaving wet marks from their slobbering, triumphant kisses.

And that's how your family got bigger.

It was like a big one cliché, a poster family that consists of a dad, a mum, two kids, and a dog. You couldn't tell if you were as happy as any other family, but you never followed anyone's standard from day one.

You measured happiness by your own standard, and this is it.

Another star just aligned with yours, connected them with the other, creating the most beautiful constellations on the night of your sky.

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STARS ALIGNED.

PART III

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I / Part II

Author's note: Good news is it's both spicy and cute! Bad news is there's only one part left!

At first, you doubted your capability of being a mother.

But since little Chan came into the world, he changed your perceptions about a lot of things, that includes having another child.

The you from three years ago wouldn’t have thought you would want another child, she must be laughing at you right now.

But it wasn’t an urge, you genuinely wanted another child, to raise another one, a sibling for little Chan, and expand your little family because you knew how lonely it was being an only child.

And Chan… he’s amazing. He couldn’t be a more perfect dad for your child. He’s compassionate, thoughtful, and hardworking, he’s everything good in a person.

The way he treated little Chan like his own son won you over almost instantly.

Every moment you witnessed of Chan and little Chan spending time together made it easy for you to picture Chan having his own child, the pictures were all lovely in your head.

The conclusion is he would make a great dad.

You’ve been standing by the doorway of little Chan’s bedroom, looking at him watching little Chan sleeping in his crib as if he was hypnotized by how peacefully he looked while sleeping.

You came up to him, stood next to him, and watched little Chan sleeping, lying on his side with the wolfchan plushie next to him.

“It’s so calming watching him sleeping,” he softly muttered, keeping his voice low to not wake little Chan.

You put a hand on the small of his back, and he put an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Chan…” you softly called him.

“Yeah?” he turned his head at you, eyes endearingly gazing at you.

“I’m ready,” you said despite the sheer doubt that you could carry the task.

It took him a moment to understand your words, “Have you thought about it well?” he asked.

You nodded, “I’m ready,” you said, but more like you convinced yourself. There was a slight fear of you not being able to fulfill his wish because he wanted it so much, and it shows.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, turning your body to face him.

You looked up at him and put your hands around his waist, “yes, I’m sure,”

“I don’t want to pressure you. And you can always tell me if you need more time,” he said as he put his hand on your cheek, gently rubbing the skin with his thumb.

You nuzzled your head into his palm, “now is perfect,” you told him while looking into his eyes.

A smile rose on his cheeks like a sun rising on the horizon, he then leaned in and kissed you ever so softly, “you are perfect,” he muttered.

He hugged you, enveloping your body in his warmth with his hand cradled your head with so much affection.

“You make me the happiest man even just by saying yes,” he murmured to you with his mouth on the top of your head.

And you felt so loved.

Not only that, you felt braver knowing that you weren’t alone in this. No matter how hard it can be, you’ll always have each other.

-

You went to the doctor at the end of the week, and Chan couldn't go with you even though he insisted, but he reminded himself that he wanted to protect your privacy more than his so he decided not to go as you asked him to.

He stayed home with little Chan and played in the tent they built together two days ago.

You came back with lunch and had the meals together on the dining table. Chan did the dishes while you went to change your clothes because it smelled like a hospital.

Little Chan fell asleep on the sofa while clutching his toy, and Chan carefully lifted him, moved him to his bedroom, and slowly lay him down in his crib.

He dimmed the light of his bedroom and then left the room but kept the door slightly ajar.

You were buttoning your dress when he entered the bedroom, he went to hug you from the back and then gave your neck a quick peck, "so, how's the trip to the hospital?"

"I spent like a good one hour in the waiting room," you lightly answered.

You put your hands on him as you looked at the mirror to check if you looked okay, "and I'm officially off of birth control now," you announced.

“Oh?” He lowly exclaimed.

It excited him in an inexplicably way. Just the thought that he could impregnate you got him so hard that he unconsciously pressed his hard-on against your backside.

"Should we try it now?" He asked.

You laughed then let go of his hands, went to pick up the dirty laundry on the bed, tossed it into the laundry basket.

"No?" He meekly asked you.

"Wait, you're asking for real?" You asked back.

It was only a few minutes ago that you put on the dress, and Chan took it off again a few minutes later, it lays on your bedroom floor along with his clothes.

You were lying on your bed, head on the pillow and legs spread out for him.

While Chan kneeling on the bed, holding your legs as he was thrusting into you. He squeezed your breast as he quickened the pace with your moans growing louder and bouncing against the walls of your bedroom.

He looked at you with your mouth parted open, and eyes screwed shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

It riled him in the best way, especially knowing that he could get you pregnant now that you were off birth control.

You were cumming around him a few seconds ago, and he was thankful because he couldn't hold himself anymore from climaxing, he cum inside you the moment he let himself loose.

He rubbed your stomach as he pushed his cock deep inside you, and released all of his seed inside, hoping that it would be enough to get you knocked up.

"Take all of me, baby," he sweetly said to you as he made slow, gentle rubs on your stomach.

"I can't wait to see you carrying our child," he said to you, again he wouldn't stop blushing at the mention of the words 'our child'.

You softly smiled at him while taking his hand in yours, "I love you," you muttered to him.

And he would never get used to you saying those three words to him, it never failed to make the butterflies fluttering inside his stomach.

"I love you so much, angel," he responded, then lowered himself on top of you, kissed you so deep without pulling out of you.

 -

Chan truly enjoyed the process of getting you pregnant.

He didn't miss on the chance to tease you by saying cheesy things like "let's make a baby brother for little Chan", "I think little Chan would love a baby girl as well", or "I can't wait to see you with a baby bump," while caressing your stomach even though they were bloated from all the food that he bought for you because keeping you healthy was his top priority.

"Chan, at this point, you'll make me gain weight, not pregnant," you said to him.

"I don't mind seeing you gain a few pounds. I think you would look hotter," he said with a flirty wink.

You scoffed, "wow, calm down there mister," you told him.

He also enjoyed spoiling you and taking care of you, he loved it because you were always the one doing it to him.

The idea of returning the favor to you made him feel happy, ecstatic even.

But what he truly enjoyed was making love to you, making love that was more than just pleasure but to create a life together.

He made sure you always consented and were not tired, not overdoing yourself just because he wanted it, ultimately, he didn't want to pressure you to do it.

He wanted everything about the process pleasant for both of you.

It had been a month now, but there was no result.

You even have pregnancy tests ready at home and took one by the end of the month, but the result was still negative.

You ended up having your period instead.

Chan helped you soothe the period cramps by rubbing your back with his warm hand.

"Hey, don't be sad," you said as you tapped his cheek, and snapped him out of his daze.

"This doesn't always mean there's something wrong with us," you assured him.

He smiled at you, feeling ashamed that he should be the one comforting you, not the other way around."We can always keep trying," you added to him.

He smiled again, "that should be my lines, don't you think?"

You chuckled, "you looked a little.... disappointed," you admitted.

"I'm not," he calmly denied.

"I just... I wonder if I ask too much of you," he said to you.

You eagerly shook your head, hardly refusing his words.

"I want this as much as you do," you convinced him as you hugged him tight on the bed.

"I love you," you muttered to him, somehow you were getting clingy the longer you spent so much time with him.

"I love you so much, baby," he pressed a long kiss on your forehead.

"I love you," he said again this time kissing you on the lips, then continued rubbing your back with his big hand.

-

Chan was at his studio when all of sudden you sent him a photo, a calendar with a few dates circled with red markers.

What is this? Are you taking days off of work?

He asked in the text, late to reply since the one you sent was from an hour ago.

Those are my fertile period.

You answered in a reply to his text.

Chan got to open Google to search what that means, he knew that it got something to do with the pregnancy plan, but he wanted to know about the detail. After jumping from one article to another, he got it that those are the times women are at their most fertile.

Are you suggesting that we should have sex for all those six days?

What do you think?

Are you really asking for my opinions?

He replied with a sly grin painted his face and stared at his phone as if that would help get a faster reply from you.

I was wrong to ask you that.

He laughed and that he knew what you meant by it. He could also imagine the expression your face made when he read the message.

My opinion is I think we should make babies every day.

He stuck his tongue out when pressed the send button, feeling a little mischievous in teasing you.

Forget about me asking your opinion.

Wear that red night dress tonight, and maybe I'll have a different opinion.

Nice try, have a good day at work.

When he came home that night, he got presented with a better view than you in that red nightdress. It was you sleeping naked on the bed, covered by the white duvet from your chest down.

It was indeed a delightful surprise that his cock twitched inside his jeans, he didn't hold himself back to roam your body freely with his impatient hands. He grabbed your chin then turned your head to his, captured your lips in his, waking you up with an electrifying kiss.

You smiled before opening your eyes, knowing that it was him who that capable to kiss you so hard yet so tenderly like that.

"I've been waiting for you," you sleepily said to him with half-shut eyes.

He smiled looking at you talking to him, slurring your words that you barely kept your eyes open.

"I'm here now," he said to you and gave your lips a quick kiss.

You looped your hands around his neck and didn't do anything but pulled him closer.

He caressed your head affectionately, "go back to sleep," he told you.

You hummed in respond then went back to sleep almost instantly.

No matter how much he wanted to touch you, make love to you for your body enticed him so much that he could feel his jeans tightened at your naked body under the duvet, he resisted the urge.

He consoled himself by placing gentle touches on you, admiring your soft skin with his hands and lips.

He never got tired of asking himself if he really deserved you, your beauty is beyond physical. Your personality, your attitude even the way you talk, is always tinted with warmth in them.

He pressed a long kiss on your temple, "Goodnight, love," he whispered to you.

In the middle of the night, it was your turn to get needy for him, touching his bare skin under the duvet, feeling taut of his abs muscles.

You kissed his slightly pouty lips and watched how he reacted, he just stirred a little bit in his sleep.

You gleefully smiled, scooted closer to him, overlapped his body with yours, propped an elbow to support your chin, and watch him sleeping peacefully.

"Hey Chan, wake up!" You softly called him out while tracing his jaw with your index finger.

You brought your mouth close enough to his ear, "I thought we're going to make a little brother for little Chan," you whispered.

All of a sudden, his arms wrapped around you, and brought your body on top of him, "I told you, he wants a little sister too," he said to you.

You chuckled at him, lowering your mouth on him, and let the kiss take things further.

You slid yourself down on him, let out a long moan until he fully buried inside you, then hummed in delight as you seated on him.

Chan glided his hands down your side, lower and lower until they landed on the curve of your ass and didn't hesitate to knead the flesh.

He whimpered when you slowly rolled your hips.

“Mommy!” he suddenly called you in a low voice.

You hesitated to answer his call, “yes, baby,” you answered like you would answer to little Chan calling you like that.

“You’re so hot, mommy,” he breathless said, his fingers clawing your thighs.

You shot him a seductive smile and lay your hands flat on his chest once you began moving against him.

“You feel so good, mommy,” he said to you, hissing through his gritted teeth out of pleasure.

You lowered yourself to kiss him and shuddered when your nipples grazed his chest he took your breasts in his mouth with your hands propped on each side of his head.

You let him sucked on your breasts like you were breastfeeding him, “You like that, baby?” you sweetly asked him.

He gasped as he let go from sucking your breast, with a string of his saliva still connected with your swollen nipple.

"I can't wait to see these breasts filled with milk," he said to you with his eyes snapped at you.

He took the other breast into his mouth and sucked on your nipple.

“I want to taste it. I want to taste you,” he said with a sly grin.

You giggled at his odd craving and kissed him again.

He bucked his hips to meet your thrust while mouth busily sucking on your breast again, humming with his lips wrapped around your nipple.

You fisted the sheet while kept moving on him and with all these stimulations going all at once, your climax coming close in no time.

He gripped your ribcage as he sucked on the flesh of your breast, making a mark there.

The pain and pleasure blur into one.

You went on a relentless pace to finally climaxed, collapsed on top of him, and he caught you right into his embrace. He cuddled you, kissing the side of your face then flipped you over, and pinned you to the bed without pulling out.

But once he kneeled on the bed, he slowly pulled out, then pushed it back inside you.

The sensation of having him filled you whole never ceases to amaze him.

He pushed in so deep that you gasped.

"Oh my God," you cried out.

Chan got panic that he abruptly stopped, "are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You cried out again, "I feel something," you said, then followed by a few loud moans.

It seemed like you were deep in pleasure to remind yourself to try and not wake little Chan up in the next room.

"Keep pushing," you told him.

He did what you told him, pushing his cock deeper inside you and you cried out again.

"Oh fuck," you cursed.

And he never heard you curse that loud.

He saw your hand reach down to your abdomen, and that was when he noticed that there was a bulge formed on your lower abdomen.

It took him a moment to realize that it was his cock that protruded from the inside of your abdomen.

Chan felt a surge of adrenaline, a new kind of rush that he never felt before. This aroused him more than it did to you, especially seeing you enjoying it.

He pulled just enough to jam it inside again and watched as his cock made a bulge on your abdomen, "oh fuck," he cursed.

And you never heard him curse out loud like that.

A tear rolled down the corner of your eyes as you kept squirming on the bed.

Chan started slowly, eyes locked to where his cock buried inside how and how the tip of his cock felt something inside of you that touches you on the newly discovered spot.

Your body shook after a moment, you clutched his arm when you had your second orgasm of the night.

It was so intense, the burning sensation that spread out from your abdomen to all over your body made you tense, then loosen in the minute.

Chan couldn't contain himself as well, he cum just from watching his cock making a bulge against your abdomen and saw you crying from the pleasure he brought on you.

He kept his length inside you to milk every last drop of his cum inside and hoped that would be enough to impregnate you.

He kissed down your neck while you held him, "I love you," he said when his mouth met your ear.

"I love you," you breathlessly said, then searched for his mouth for a kiss, but you were too fucked out and ended up kissing his jaw.

You scrambled to get off the bed the next morning, knowing that you woke up late to make breakfast for little Chan. You put on anything the closest to you on the bed and found Chan's hooded sweater on the floor.

You ran out of the room and sighed in relief to find Chan was in the kitchen, and little Chan was playing in the living room with the cartoon playing on the TV.

You went to give little Chan a quick kiss on the top of his head and ruffled his bedhead, "Morning mommy's sweet boy," you hummed against his head, but he was too busy playing with his toy to answer you.

You walked up to the kitchen, hugging yourself, aware that you got nothing on but your underwear underneath the hooded sweater that you were wearing.

"Hey, good morning," he greeted you the moment he saw you coming up to him.

You went to hug him, burying your head in his chest, "you didn't wake me up," you grumbled.

He kissed your forehead, "it's okay. I can handle breakfast, and you can rest a little bit more," he said to you.

You looked up at him and smiled, thankful that you could rely on him for almost everything.

"Why don't you sit, and I'll get you your breakfast?" He suggested with a hand rubbing the small of your back.

"Okay," you answered.

"Wait," he stopped you from going to the dining table.

"Yeah?"

He put his hands around you, "you haven't greeted me back," he said.

You cracked a smile, "good morning," you greeted.

He smiled back, then gave you a long peck on the lips with his hands went lower to your backside, and didn't stop himself from squeezing your asscheek, making you jolted on your feet.

Then he let go of you almost immediately, "I'll make you a good breakfast," he said with a sly smile.

He served you a plate of breakfast and then sat next to you on the dining table while watching little Chan playing on the carpeted floor in the living room.

"What's your plan for today?" You asked.

"I have to go in a bit," he answered.

You nodded at him while scooping some of the oatmeal with your spoon.

"What about you?" He asked you back while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'm going to take little Chan on a playdate," you answered.

"With who?"

"My friend at work has twin girls," you replied, taking a sip of your juice.

Chan put on a mischievous smile, "I think having twins would be nice," he said to you.

You let out a mix of sighs and a smile but did not saying anything.

He put a hand on your stomach, "a twin of a boy and girl would be really, really nice," he said again, this time gently rubbing your stomach.

You looked at him, smiling with dreamy eyes, and you believed he was imagining what it would be like having a twin with you.

You unconsciously smile along with him.

Little Chan was fussing about something and began to throw his toys away, you got up from your chair, but he stopped you.

"Enjoy your breakfast, I'll play with him," he ordered, then left you alone on the dining table.

When you looked at him, playing with your son, and thoroughly enjoying the role that he put himself in, whatever that is, you realized that your little family becomes whole since he came into your life.

Not that you felt like you were missing something, you have enough of everything even though it was nothing close to perfect.

But somehow, everything just clicked with him.

And it makes you want to give him everything he wants.

You put one hand on your stomach and wished that you can give him what he wanted the most.

-

But it seemed like you have to put a halt on the baby plan.

Chan had been extremely busy that he couldn't come home for days.

You also couldn't keep things on track anymore since you asked to be fully working at home started next month.

To do that, you had to finish some work way earlier before its deadlines and did important meetings.

Lately, when you came home, you got sad to find little Chan was already sleeping in his bedroom.

It made you feel guilty, not being able to spend proper time with him and being present in his life.

"I'm sorry, mommy got busy," you said to the sleeping child while kneeling next to his crib, softly brushing his hair with your fingertips.

You called Chan on the phone before you went to bed, "Hey, what are you doing?" You asked the moment he picked up your call.

"I'm still in the studio," he answered.

"You're not sleeping yet, baby?"

You shook your head, "no," you shortly replied.

Chan got quiet for a while, "what is it? You sound so sad, mmh? Tell me," he said to you.

And it all came out just like that, you were so used to keeping it yourself but now that someone could recognize the concerns without you telling him first made you feel so seen.

"Why are you crying?" He sadly asked you.

"What makes you so sad? Tell me, baby,"

"It's just that..." you paused to take a deep breath to calm you down, "I've been spending less and less time with little Chan," you explained.

Your cheeks were wet with tears despite you kept wiping them with the back of your hand, "I feel like I'm not doing my job as a mother," you explained more with a trembling voice.

"Why would you say that?" He said to you with disbelief.

"I've seen you, watched you being nothing but a good mother to your son," he assured you, "there's no perfect mother, but I can assure you that you're doing a wonderful job as a mother,"

More tears stream down your face as you listen to his words, feeling grateful for him saying things that you needed to hear.

"He loves you so much, and you know how I know that? Because one day he will look back and see all these things you've done for him," He said to you.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," he added with an inaudible sigh.

 "Okay," you stuttered your answer from the tears clogging your throat.

"I'll come home soon," he promised.

"It's okay, take your time and finish your job," you told him, reaching for tissues and dabbing your eyes to absorb the tears.

"Yes, and I'll come home to you soon," he added.

"Go to sleep, have a rest," he suggested.

"I love you,"

"I love you," you said back before finally hanging up the call.

You went to sleep carrying his words in your head that successfully put your mind at ease.

He came the next morning, you snuggled up with him on the sofa while watching little Chan playing on the carpeted floor. He held you close and got sad seeing you with your puffy eyes from crying last night.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You weakly nodded with your head rested on his shoulder.

"It crossed my mind if I'd be able to be a good mother to our child later," your own words made you sad again that tears started welling up in your eyes.

He roughly squeezed your elbow as if he strongly disagreed with your remark, "Hey, don't say that!"

He cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to look at him, "I chose you because I love you. I want to have another part of you that I could love," he said to you, his thumb softly rubbing your cheekbone.

"And you're going to be a great mother like you already are for Chan," he kissed your lips ever so softly like you would lick your ice cream.

"Is it because of the pregnancy plan? Did it make you anxious? Are you feel pressured by it?"

You sternly denied him, "No, definitely not," you replied.

"Let's not think too much about it," he said, moving his hand to caress your head.

"We'll keep trying, but I don't want you to think too much about it," he corrected it.

You understood his request, that he didn’t want you to stress about the pregnancy plan and put a lot of bad thoughts in your head.

"Okay," you agreed.

"Chan, mommy is sad," he said to the child, who perked his head up at him, "why don't you hug mommy?" Chan asked him.

Little Chan slowly got up from the floor and then walked up to you, struggling to climb onto the sofa, and you helped him by holding his hand.

He threw himself at you, hugging you, and rested his head on your shoulder.

Chan smiled at you, "see? You are so loved," he said to you while squeezing your shoulder.

He wiped the tears on the corner of your eyes with his thumb, "we love you so much," he said to you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he put an arm around you and one on little Chan's back, holding both of you on the sofa, huddled together to make you feel better.

"My boys are the sweetest," you cooed then planted a kiss on little Chan's forehead and gave Chan a quick kiss on the lips.

Your heart filled to the brim with so much love and gratitude, you promised yourself to never take them for granted ever again because they are the true blessings in your life.

"Let's go on a day out together once I'm done with work," he suggested with a grin, he shifted his head to little Chan, "where do you want to go, buddy?"

"Mommy shark!" He shouted his answer.

You burst out laughing because his answer didn't relate to his question.

"See mommy shark at the aquarium?" He asked him.

Little Chan nodded with a drool pooled on the corner of his mouth, "Mommy shark!" He shouted again then nuzzled his head at you.

-

On the day Chan finally have a little break from work, he went to your apartment, didn't hesitate to enter the passcode, and went inside.

He found a man sitting on the sofa with little Chan on his lap.

When he turned his face that was when he recognized him as little Chan's dad.

They exchanged glances for a moment until you came between them.

"I hope I packed everything," you exclaimed once you got out of little Chan's bedroom and were startled to find Chan was standing right outside little Chan's room.

"Oh hey," you said to him.

"Little Chan's dad is going to take him on a vacation until the end of the weekend," you informed him.

You pulled him by the hand to meet your ex-husband, "This is my boyfriend, Bangchan," you introduced him.

Chan didn't like the sound of you calling him 'boyfriend', it sounded so childish when he compared the word to 'ex-husband', or maybe it was the jealousy speaking.

"Oh, nice to finally meet you," he said before offering his hand for a handshake.

"I'm Lee," he introduced himself.

Chan knew that it was an evil thought that he wanted your ex-husband to be some kind of a jerk for divorcing you, instead of that, he met a nice guy who wasn't bad at all and looked good too.

Chan reminded himself that even though he didn't know him well, he is little Chan's father and had been a part of your life.

He took his hand and shook it, "Chan," he introduced himself.

"Is that how you guys bonded so fast? Because you both have the same name?" He poked fun at Chan with an attractive smile.

You lightly chuckled and put the duffel bag on the table, "here, I packed everything," you told him.

"You don't have to pack that many clothes," he said to you as he checked inside.

"Just in case," you said, then took little Chan from his lap.

You kissed both of his cheeks and held him, "mommy going to miss you," you said to him.

"Have fun with daddy, okay?" You said to him and boop his nose.

Little Chan giggled then kissed your cheek, putting his hands around you, and you thought he wanted to hug you, but his hands were actually reaching for Chan.

"Want to say bye to uncle Chan?" You asked.

Chan gladly took little Chan from you and held him, "we'll play again once you're back, okay?" He sweetly said to him, ruffling his head endearingly.

Little Chan's dad got up from the sofa and put the duffel bag on the threshold while waiting for little Chan saying bye to Chan.

Chan reluctantly let go of little Chan's hug and kissed his cheek, "bye, see you again!"

You both stood by the doorway and watched little Chan leaving with his dad while waving your hands at him until he was out of sight.

You hugged Chan who looked sad watching him go, "he'll be okay, he's with his dad," you told him.

He sighed, he couldn't disprove your words because he was indeed a little worried for him and he shouldn't be.

"I was planning on taking him to the aquarium as I promised," he told you.

"We can always go next time," you comforted him while rubbing up and down his arms.

He hugged you back, then kissed the top of your head.

"Let's go on a date," you asked him out of the blue.

"Tonight?"

You looked up at him, "you have a plan tonight?"

"No,"

"Then yes, tonight," you said with a smile.

He nodded in agreement, "that's a nice idea," he said.

You haven't gone on a date since that first date you had a few months back, mostly because he was busy and you only had time to spend time in your apartment.

You decided to put on the nicest dress, a skin-tight black dress with a nice plunging neckline and red high heels, let your hair down like the way he likes it.

He rang your doorbell at exactly 8 pm, and you excitedly opened the door, then subtly presented yourself to him.

His eyes traveled down your body, biting his lower lips when his eyes landed on your chest, then snapped back to meet your eyes.

He didn't mean for you to hear it, but you could hear him cursing under his breath.

"You're so gorgeous," he took your hand in his.

"Thank you," you said to him, closing the door of your apartment behind you.

You kept staring at him.

And couldn't stop staring.

He was wearing a plain black shirt, but why does it look so good on him?

You had seen him wearing black countless times, but you never got tired of how nicely the color enhanced his pale skin and bold facial features. And the way the shirt accentuated his broad shoulders made you squirm inside.

He reached for your hand on the table, intertwined his long fingers, and slipped them between yours while he was busy scanning the menu.

"What are you going to have for dinner?" He asked.

"You," you playfully answered.

He shot you a shy smile with eyes closed, "let's just have the same as the last time," he uggested once he collected himself but still flustered that he looked down at the table.

As you dug into your meals, you just noticed something because it flashed through your mind for a second.

"Oh my God," you gasped.

Chan got startled that he almost knocked off his glass of water, "what is it?"

"Did we miss our first anniversary?" You asked, slightly panicked.

His mouth hung open, "no, we didn't, it's next week," he said to you.

You sighed in relief and put a hand on your chest as if it would help you slow your heartbeats.

"I thought I missed it," you said to him, then picked up your cutlery.

After dinner, you took a little walk in the park, enjoying the last days of spring together even though the cherry blossom trees were almost balding.

Held hands, stopped a few times so he could take pictures of you, sat on a bench while looking up at the night sky, talked about random things, and sneaked a few kisses when no one was around.

On the way home, while watching him driving, you realized that he didn't talk about the pregnancy plan or mentioned anything about it. It scared you a little bit, thinking that he probably gave up on the idea so you came up with something to talk about it.

"I'm thinking of naming our child after a constellation. What do you think?" You asked him.

He hummed, thinking of an answer, "like what?"

"There are a few I have in mind," you said, squeezing his hand that was resting on your thigh, “Cassiopeia, Delphinus, Lyra, Pixys, Aquila, Carina, Phoenix," you listed the names of constellations that you remember from the top of your head.

He glanced at you with a sweet smile, "those are good," he commented.

"But of course, we still have a lot of time to decide on one," you said.

"Yes," he responded.

Your smile faded because he showed less enthusiasm than you expected so you dropped the topic.

He brought your hand close to his mouth, then kissed the back of your hand, "I can't wait to see our child, I bet they would be beautiful just like you," he said with a grin.

A smile rose on your face, you got happy that it excited him as much as it excited you, your heart swelled with so much affection towards him.

You held hands inside the elevator and once it arrived at your floor, he pushed you into the hall, then pinned you to the wall.

He kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue, and didn't stop kissing you before all of the oxygen in your lungs burned out.

"You have no idea how much I held myself back out there," he breathlessly said against your lips.

He hoisted your leg up, and you hooked it around him, "I want you so much," he said to you with so much need in them.

He took your hands and pinned them above your head, "I want to have you for myself," he said again, his eyes dark and heavy with lust.

He let go of your hands and put them around his neck, he lifted you.

"Let's go to your place," you said to him with eyes looking through your lashes.

He stared down at you, hands locked in your body against him.

"It sounds silly, but I want to spend a night at my boyfriend's house," you said to him with a shy smile.

He smiled back at you, "it's not silly, it sounds like a great idea," he said to you with a sly grin.

When he thought he couldn't be more aroused than seeing you in that skin-tight dress with your hair down like that, he took the dress off to find you wearing provocative lingerie underwear.

What evoked something primal inside him was the sight of your black stocking.

He took everything off of you except for that. He wanted to fuck you in it, feeling the roughness of the fabric brushing his skin as he made love to you with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He likes having you anywhere, you will always be enticing to him, but seeing you splayed naked on his bed, where he spent his time sleeping, dreaming about you, and sometimes, jerking off to the thought of you, hits differently.

And you were so vocal, you kept praising him, touching him with adoration in your eyes.

"Chan, you feel so good inside me," you cooed to him, holding his biceps as he thrusts deeper into you.

"You feel so good around me too," he said back to you.

You moaned, body writhed in pleasure, "oh my God," you muttered to yourself, clutching the side of the pillow.

You touched yourself, kneading your breasts and pinched your nipples for extra stimulation.

The lewd view sent him closer to the edge.

"Cum inside me," you told him.

His eyes searched for you then locked them with yours, "I'm going to fill you up, baby," he muttered to you.

The motions of his hips against you were rather slow but each thrust went harder and deeper than the previous.

He groaned as he cum inside you, watching his cum leaking out of you then pushed it back inside you with the tip of his cock, "keep it inside," he ordered.

He was nowhere near the finish, he was sticking to his words to fill you up with his cum, and made love to you again and again.

"I'm going to keep filling this sweet little cunt with my seed," his words only made you clench around him.

His hand firmly gripped your hips as he fucked you from behind.

"I'm going to breed," a hard thrust, "you," a harder thrust "so good," he finished with a strong thrust and kept pushing his cock deeper as it gets.

You cried with your mouth agape, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth and onto the pillow.

It was easy for Chan to get lost in pleasure like this, especially when pleasure mixed with the intention of getting you pregnant blurred into one but somehow drove him into overdrive.

He lifted you until your back hits his chest, holding you from collapsing back onto the bed by putting his strong arm around you.

"Gosh, I love you so much," he said with his cock twitched inside you, filling you full of his cum as he promised you.

His other hand roamed your slick body coated with a thin layer of sweat, "I can't wait to see you grow a baby bump," he said with a hand on your stomach.

His hand moved to cup your breast, "I want to see these breasts swell and filled with milk," he said to your ear, making you hum in pleasure.

You lolled your head to the back and let him kiss your exposed neck, too fucked out that you barely kept your eyes open anymore.

You didn't know how you fell asleep but it was the best sleep of your life, when you woke up, you felt so refreshed, a bit tired but energized.

Chan made a trail of kisses along your spine until his mouth met the nape of your neck, then placed a kiss on your cheek, "Good morning, beautiful," he said to you, knowing that you had woken up from your sleep.

You turned over on the bed to face him, "Good morning, my perfect man," you greeted back with a sleepy smile.

He got shy but took the compliment well, "I made breakfast," he informed you with his hand removing stray hair from covering your face.

"I hope you're hungry," he said, softly grazing the tip of his nose with yours.

"Famished," you replied.

He smiled then placed a soft kiss on your other cheek, "just wait here, we'll have breakfast on bed," he commanded.

"Sure," you responded with a smile and a peck on the lips.

And a day couldn't have a more perfect start than this.

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After pushing the plan two weeks back, Chan could finally fulfill his promise to take little Chan to the aquarium. He excitedly showed him every animal inside the tanks, and little Chan couldn't stop shouting "Mommy shark" when Chan showed him the tanks filled with sharks.

You were feeling okay this morning, but somehow your body turned against you, broke into a cold sweat, and you got a slight headache.

You kept a straight face, didn't want to ruin their joyful time together, and took their pictures once in a while, laughing at how Chan once again tirelessly taught him how to pronounce 'manatee'.

"Chan, he's only two years old," you reminded him with a laugh.

"Yes, I know," he said with a defeated sigh.

He pulled you closer to sneak a kiss on your cheek, "you're cold. Are you okay?" He asked while rubbing your side.

"I feel a little chilly, but I'm alright," you answered.

He put his jacket on you even though you were already wearing three layers of clothes.

Little Chan ran on his own to the other tank that Chan hurriedly ran after him before he lost him in the crowd.

Chan decided to skip dinner and went to have it at home instead, so you could rest while he took care of little Chan for the rest of the day.

He went to your bed before you went to sleep, "I hope you're not sleeping yet," he said to you.

You hoisted yourself up to sit on the bed, but he stopped you, "I just want to give you something," he said.

"Yeah?" You asked in excitement.

He pulled out something from behind him and presented you with a bouquet of red roses, "Happy anniversary!" He said to you.

You smiled but got sad that you forgot about it, "oh no, I forgot about it," you sadly admitted.

"It's okay, we can celebrate it later once you get well," he said.

He gently pressed his knuckles to your cheek, "I love you," he softly muttered to you.

You lifted yourself enough to plant a kiss on his lips, "I'm so grateful for you," you sincerely said that your heart hurt when you said it.

"I love you so much," you said with your eyes looking deeply into his.

He kissed your lips, a long, lingering one with all the tenderness he has in him, so delicate, sacred like the feelings he has for you.

He took the bouquet from you, "I'll put this in a vase," he offered.

"Thank you," you mouthed since the medicine you took made you drowsy.

You faintly heard Chan muttering something, but you were already falling asleep to listen to his words.

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Chan's heart stopped when you came to his apartment in the morning, he had just come back a few hours ago after spending the whole night at the studio and had just gone to sleep.

But once you said you and him needed to talk, his head rushed to think of awful things.

He thought of the wrong things that he unintentionally did to you and what he could do to solve it.

His head was clouded with sleep turned alarmed and anxious, his knees bounced as he sat on the end of his bed while you paced back and forth in front of him, anxious as he was.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, it came out a little rude, but you knew he did it out of anxiety.

You stopped on your track and then sat next to him, you pulled out something from the back pocket of your jeans, a piece of paper.

Chan hesitated for a while, thinking what if it was something that he didn't want to know and regret of reading after.

"What's this?" He asked.

You handed it to him without answering his question and you saw him unfold the paper with a heavy sigh like he was about to read something as bad as a death sentence.

His eyes scanned the paper fast, but none of it came to his senses, "what's this?" He asked in pure confusion.

He could only recognize that it was a paper from a hospital, a result of something and numbers and something that he wasn't smart enough to know what that was, or his brain was too fogged up with nerves to think straight.

"Are you sick? Is it bad?" He asked you, fully concerned.

You took his hands and put them on your lap, "Chan, I'm pregnant," you enunciated the words so slowly to make sure he got your words loud and clear.

It took a moment for his brain to process the words until it sank in, "you're pregnant?"

You nodded, "yes, I'm pregnant,"

"You're pregnant," he said again, this time with a mix of disbelief and wonder.

Then it finally hit him all at once.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" he shouted out loud with eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" he exclaimed again, then pulled you into a hug, almost sending you toppled to the side, but fortunately, you were quick to hold on to his arms.

"You're going to be a father," you muttered to him.

He held you so tight until there was no gap left between your bodies, "I'm going to be a father," he repeated your words with so much awe like he was still trying to catch up with the reality.

"Yes," you affirmed.

"I love you so much," he said to you, hugging you so tight he could crush you in halves, "you make this come true for me, thank you," he said.

You cried hearing his words, he made you realize how much it meant to him, for both of you.

He loosened his hold around you then held your face in his hands.

"I'm crying because I'm happy," you quickly told him before he got the wrong idea.

He smiled so brightly, dimples and crinkles in his eyes, "you make me so happy, I'm so grateful for you," he said.

And he was right, you are so loved. He endlessly showered you with his affection and undivided attention, didn't stop validating your feelings, and reciprocated them.

You are so deeply loved.

He put a hand on your stomach even though a baby bump had hardly grown yet since it was only three weeks old.

"There's our child inside," he said with a foolish grin.

You nodded at him, half laughing, and put your hand on his, caressing your stomach together.

And it became his new favorite hobby: rubbing your stomach whenever he had a chance.

Just like this morning, you were cooking breakfast, and he came up behind you and slipped his hand under your sweater to feel your small baby bump with his big hand.

"Not that you weren't beautiful all these times," he said to you, "but you're way more beautiful carrying our child like this," he teased with a kiss on your cheek.

You giggled at his sweet praise.

He would rest his head so close to your stomach and kissed it out of affection. The fact that he wasn't allowed to have sex during early pregnancy didn't stop him from admiring you, the way your body gradually changed with time.

He couldn't wait for the time he could finally see your breasts swollen and see a big baby bump, wonder how big you'll get.

But work kept him on his toes, like that wasn't enough, he had to go on an album promotion to Japan for three weeks or more.

He could imagine how much he would miss taking care of you, spoiling you with everything, and caressing your belly.

You understood that this was his first time, and he wanted to always be present for the whole thing.

"I'll take care of our child well, don't worry," you convinced him a day before he left.

He groaned, he figured that you already knew how he felt about the whole thing, he felt bad for leaving, but he had no other option.

Chan believed that you would do well since it's your second pregnancy, and you probably had known most of everything about being pregnant.

A week after being away from you, you sent him something in a text message.

Baby says hello

You captioned it, and he pressed play, he heard a static then a rhythmic sound of a beat, a heartbeat. He almost jumped on his seat listening to it. He could guess what it was, but he wanted to make sure.

 Is it our child's heartbeats?

You replied almost immediately, in less than a minute.

Yes, the baby is well and healthy.

Chan almost got teary, he couldn't believe it at first, but there was really a growing human inside of you, it was his child, and the baby will soon come out to this world, officially make him a father.

He covered his mouth with his jaws still hung open, completely stunned and blown away. This experience is one that he couldn't get anywhere, one that not everyone can experience, and probably would make everyone get jealous of him.

The child hasn't been out yet into this world, but the existence alone was enough to make him feel so many emotions that he never had before.

He wanted so much to be there in the doctor's room, listening to his child's heartbeats together with you, how wonderful that moment would be, how precious yet he missed it big time.

"I should do better," he told himself.

"I'll do better," he said as he listened to his child's heartbeats the dozens of times already that day.

Like the feeling of coming home to you, he wouldn't trade it with anything in the world.

It was the best feeling, having people welcoming him home and embracing him, warding his weariness away.

He came home to you and your growing baby bump, smiling so brightly with that pregnancy glow on.

People didn't exaggerate what they said about pregnant women: They radiate a different kind of beauty.

 He couldn't stop kissing you with a hand caressing your belly.

"I miss you so much," he said to you.

"I miss you too, baby daddy," you poked fun at him.

Chan stayed true to his words to do better, doing what he could do best to lessen your duties as a mother and share them with him.

He put little Chan to bed after bathing him and read him a bedtime story until he fell asleep hugging the wolfchan plushie.

He gave him a kiss goodnight before dimming the light and leaving the room.

He went straight to your bedroom, didn't find you there but heard the shower was on.

And he came at the right time.

You were showering, fully naked under the shower, the baby bump was visible with your hair stuck to your skin and streams of water made your skin glistening wet.

Was it wrong for him to get so turned on with only this view?

He couldn't find you more alluring than this, naked with a baby bump and the fact that you were carrying his child doubled the charms.

He hastily stripped all of his clothes and then went into the shower before you finished.

"How could you be pregnant and so hot?" He asked you, making you giggle while looking over your shoulder at him.

He didn't stop there, he went to touch you all over on the bed after and did not let you put on any clothes.

"Is it safe enough for us to have sex now?" He asked you, he had been wanting to ask you that for the past hour, but he was afraid that the question would only burden you.

"Cause gosh! I want you so much," he said with such urgency in his voice.

"Yes, it's okay," you confirmed.

But he promised you that he would be careful, entering you from behind while you lying by your side with one leg pulled, bent on the knee.

It wasn't for his pleasure, he just felt the urge to feel you and made love to you so sweetly, conveying how much you enticed him.

"You always feel so good, baby," he whispered to your ear with hips motioned in and out of you.

You smiled at his praise and returned his kiss by opening your mouth, letting him taste you more.

He didn't even think of cumming, he just wanted to feel you, bond with you, be one with you.

"I can't wait to meet our child," he said to you with a hand on your growing belly.

You clasped your hand with him on your stomach, "I can't wait either," you said back. Chan was already protective of you way before you got pregnant, but now you did, it became like second nature to him.

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casual rondevoux

pairing: yeonjun x reader synopsis: @planetdream knows the way to my heart!! no thoughts except hard dom yeonjun <3 warnings: pwp, hard dom!yeonjun (use of the petnames ‘sir’, ‘kitten’, and ‘baby’), gn!reader, edging / orgasm control, use of vibrator, oral (giving), spanking, fingering and praise. light aftercare, but not as much as i would like if this wasn’t fiction ( •̀ㅅ•́ )!! word count: 2.1k

"I want you to take this off."

"Oh?" You batted your eyelashes at the man sat beside you, you gasp mockingly and smirk at his impatience, "On our first date?"

You met Yeonjun a couple years ago at a college house party; it was, in retrospect, the worst party of the year. It was held in the same basement the host ran his weekly D&D campaign, ripe with the overwhelming stench of cheap aftershave, and with nothing to drink except watered-down beer. Still, you were grateful your friend dragged you along. Since hooking up with Yeonjun at that party, you both agreed to a sort of ‘situationship’: when you were both in town, you would hook up.

Quickies, role-play, hour-long sessions. No matter how many times you both met up, neither of you really knew what to expect; maybe that was why the bag he brought to your apartment tonight excited you so much.

Despite how long you had both maintained this arrangement, you realised earlier this week that you had never been on a date before now. Supposedly, that was the reason you both decided to treat tonight― a seemingly casual rondevoux― as your first date.

"We can say our first date was the last time we fucked, if it makes you feel any better." He chuckles, pouring more red wine for you, and then himself.

"I would hardly call your dance studio a suitable date location, but okay this is our second date." You nodded, slowly, playing along― as you admired your lanky friend, and the way his frame was complemented by his black suit. "I suppose that's fine then." You move, teasingly, to discard your sundress, revealing your naked body.

After hearing the sharp inhalation of breath caught in his throat, you felt grateful that you had followed Yeonjun’s command to wear nothing underneath. Moving so close that you could feel the heat of his skin, and the throb of his cock beneath his clothes, Yeonjun stood from the sofa, and bent to trail his lips along the back of your neck.

"Hm, you spent all evening wearing just that dress and nothing else? What sort of punishment do you think you deserve for that?" He whispered in your ear, as he traced his hand across your hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"You told me not to wear any underwear." You protested, softly.

"I did," Yeonjun replied. "I wanted to see if you would obey me."

"And if I hadn't?"

"Then I would have punished you for your disobedience."

"So, I was going to be punished, regardless." You chuckled.

"Isn't that why we're here?" With his free hand, the other occupied with the caressing of your body, he lightly feathers his slender fingers around your throat. You think this must be how prey of the python feel as the poor thing becomes constricted.

"Yes, Sir," The words, which you had only ever read on a page or screen, came without hesitation and filled the space, charging the air with a new, visceral energy.

Yeonjun grabbed your wrist with an assertive firmness, and suddenly the anticipation broke like a dam inside you. Rendering you helpless, he sat down on the end of the bed and turned you over his knee with swift and sudden force. He planted his hand in the small of your back, pinning you in place, as he shifted to raise your ass so it was exposed across his lap. He raised his other hand and spanked you, pausing to admire the rosy fan imprinted across your skin.

Although the sting of his palm assured him that you must have been in pain, you didn't cry out. Rather, the slaps were punctuated with your muted gasps and moans.

As he finally paused to admire the way his scalding hand-prints had merged, you twitched involuntarily, thighs clenched, and he lifted one knee to splay your legs apart, delving his fingers into your drenched heat.

"Do you like that, baby?" He cooed.

"Oh God, yes," Your voice rose, only letting out a harsh whine when he withdrew his fingers to deliver another hard slap to your ass.

Yeonjun halted, "Yes, what?"

"Y- Yes, Sir." The two words rushed out in a long, whimpering gasp.

"Better," Yeonjun said― his smirk was audible, "But not good enough. I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much, kitten.”

You felt Yeonjun momentarily shuffle to reach over, turning back to you with a vibrator from his bag. After light preperation, he slowly guided the toy inside you and turned it on; immediately, you were overwhelmed with the conflictingly torturous pleasure of being edged by Yeonjun. The low setting amplified by your body's lust and hormones that took you to intoxicating heights of pleasure and desire in minutes, and your body wanted to cum. Your body needed to cum. Your body was absolutely screaming at you to give in to it and let it explode― but it wasn't your orgasm to have: It belonged to Yeonjun.

"Sir, I- I'm getting close," You panted, looking up at Yeonjun from where you knelt. You had both played this game so many times during your situationship, you should have known what to expect. Still, the hunger and desire written on Yeonjun's face hit you at once. Shivers rippled over your skin, colliding like a weather front with the hot pressure building in your sex: clenching and throbbing hard as the toy rushes you closer to your orgasm. "Sir! I'm-"

"Not yet," he warned you. Nodding and shaking with frustration, you obediently tried to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure.

Spanning your waist with his free hand, Yeonjun moved you forwards and back; all you could do was twist beneath his grip, trying to regain enough momentum to chase the orgasm you craved.

"I said, not yet," he growled and, while the sting of another spank made you judder with a lightning streak of smarting arousal, you stopped squirming immediately, allowing him to set the pace.

While he teasingly took the toy out of you, abandoning it back into his bag, beads of fluid dripped down your shaking thighs, and your body pulled at your will-power to resist giving out completely: Deep breaths. Force your muscles to relax. Uncurl your toes one at a time, keep your thighs from pressing together, and focus on anything but how fucking hard you just came.

"Good," Yeonjun purred, approvingly. "Now on your knees, and open your mouth, kitten."

You obediently crawled to your knees, as he spread his legs on your plush sofa. As you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue as Yeonjun slowly took off his belt, unzipped and pulled down his trousers and boxers, just enough to pull out his cock.

"Focus on keeping your mouth open so I can fuck your pretty little throat." He instructed, licking his lips as he started slowly stroking himself in front of your face.

Before you could do anything more than nod in compliance, Yeonjun slaps your soft cheek with his hard dick before guiding it into your drooling mouth. The second his throbbing cock touched your tongue, his plans to tease you flew out the window.

Forming a fist around the base, you lowered your mouth to the glistening head, cupping your lips and curling your tongue to rasp against the sensitive skin. You worked your way slowly down the column until the top half was enveloped, swallowing the tip deep into your throat, lifting then dipping your head again, loosening your hand each time to stretch your mouth and absorb his length. Yeonjun watched, almost hypnotised as beads of sweat illuminated his skin with a pearlescent sheen. Your jaw muscles rippled as you fought to maintain some control over yourself.

“Fuck…,” Yeonjun gasped, his hips bucking wildly. He rested his hands on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Yeonjun's writhing body seemed delighted by your eagerness, and you hummed softly, the vibrations doing fantastic things to Yeonjun's cock.

Yeonjun's orgasm snuck up on him. One moment, he was riding sexual waves of pleasure, and the next he was mid-orgasm, seemingly without any transition. He screamed, body tensing to a statue while your mouth went into overdrive and all the feelings you had built up over days and weeks finally came to a peak. The sense of power and feeling of control, the physical pleasure he felt and emotional excitement from hurting you, all the nervousness that had morphed into confidence and acceptance, it all seemed to come together inside him.

Slowly and languidly, Yeonjun crawled back down to join you, who looked like you couldn't be happier with how thoroughly fucked out you looked.

“Time to focus on you now, kitten." Yeonjun whispered deeply, practically a growl, "You deserve it so much, but you know I don't let you cum just because you deserve it. No, I'm going to make you cum right now because I want to watch you cum, and for no other reason. Got it?"

He propped himself up on one arm, looking forcefully into your wide eyes as you nodded.

"Did you want to stop, baby?" Yeonjun asked, to which you hastily shook your head.

“Words, kitten. Or have I fucked my baby dumb already?”

“Please don’t s- stop, Yeonjun. I need you, Sir-” You beg, bucking your hips desperately as if to prove your point. He halted your movements, and gathered your wetness onto himself, spreading it around his cock, as you spread your shaking legs wider.

"Good, because I wasn't kidding. I do want to watch your face while you cum." Yeonjun didn't rush you. Knowing how sensitive and wound up you were, he kept his stimulation steady, so you could enjoy the buildup as much as possible.

"Fuck, please― I-" You begged, although for what you were begging for was unknown.

He seized your hips, hard enough to leave subtle bruises that you would admire later, and eased his cock slowly inside you, controlling the rock of his pelvis and feeling your muscles ripple along his shaft in time with the spasms which charged your body, pushing you urgently against him.

"Yeonjun, please," You wailed and he tilted your hips, penetrating you deeper than you had thought possible, pounding back and forth in fierce, relentless strokes.

It was nice getting to watch the tapestry of pleasure build across your face and feel it in your body, taking it easy while the feelings you had put off thinking about caught up with you. Your legs suddenly snapped straight out to the sides. "I- I'm so close already, Sir- can I cum? Please can I cum?"

"Yes, baby― cum for me, be good for me. Cum as much as you want." He knew you would be instinctively trying to keep the orgasm at bay, your body not quite believing yet that it was allowed to tip over after the weeks of edging and denial, so Yeonjun kept up reassuring you: whispering the instruction to cum for him in your ear again and again, until a huge burst of wetness damped the sofa, and your body shook.

"Cum for me, now (Y/n)," he said and the word shattered the rigid set of your body into a frenzy of voluptuous tremors which spiralled into your core, clamping his cock in a tight hold as you rode the tsunami of your climax.

He gazed down at the soft skin of your arse, grinding against his pelvic bone with mindless, wanton friction, and the throbbing in his groin rose to new and uncontrollable heights. Wracked by blissful, orgasmic intensity, you collapsed onto the sofa and Yeonjun covered your body with his, pressing you down with his weight. Fucking you through his own orgasm. "That's it, so good for me… Fuck, you're so beautiful. H- Holy shit."

"You're so perfect, baby," Yeonjun said, feeling like the words weren't anywhere near enough to express what had just happened, and he had hoped nuzzling close into you would do something to communicate more. You hugged him back, as you slowly rocked each other back and forth.

Yeonjun's eyes felt heavy, wrapped up in their joint warmth and blissed out on lingering post orgasm pleasure. His body was light and his bed felt like a cloud you could both have drifted away on. While you basked in the feeling of release, body shaking as you pant, Yeonjun lifted you into his arms; your soft giggle tickled his ears. He pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” Yeonjun whispered; ensuring first that you had slowly drifted off to sleep, his tenderness engulfing you completely.

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0325

SIDE B

TRACKLIST:

ANOTHER DAY. - Han x reader. (s,f)

ON TRACK. - Felix x reader. (s,f)

LEVANTER. - Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

SECRET SECRET. - I.N x reader. (s,f)

ANOTHER DAY.

Han x reader. (s,f)

There are so many things in this world but there isn't a space around for him to rest without worrying.

Han started to feel that his life was getting dull.

Everything that excites him didn't give him the same excitement he used to get from it.

His days felt like a big, surreal blur, one after another. The day started with a sigh and ended with an even heavier sigh. He wanted to do so many things but kept being chased by time, but sometimes, he just wanted to abruptly stop, not doing anything.

As he stared out into the void of his bedroom, endlessly sighing and dragging his yawn, he so badly wanted to get out of his stuffy room.

So he did.

He got outside and walked aimlessly, as far as he could go.

His feet led him to an empty park, he sat on the bench that overlooked the city view with the lights blinking, mimicking the invisible stars on the night sky.

He breathe the night air in but every intake of his breath only made his lungs weigh with the dreads he had been dragging around behind him.

He stared at the view of the city again, so quiet and still at this late hour of the night, and everyone probably sleeping soundly in their houses or about to go to sleep without all these worries in their heads.

And he felt alone.

At that moment he felt like the only one with all these miserable feelings, he didn't even want them, it just kept piling inside of him without him knowing.

He felt alone.

He reclined on the bench until his head tipped upward, facing the night sky, and he wondered if he could flip the switch off in his head.

He didn't want to think, he didn't want to feel, he just wanted to be free.

Then he heard the sniffles.

He looked around to find where the sound was coming and slightly got spooked because he couldn't see anyone everywhere he looked.

When he reclined on the bench again that's when he saw you.

You were sitting on the bench next to him, and he couldn't see you earlier because of the tree that blocked you from his sight.

He heard the sniffles again, he scooted to the end of the bench to listen in on you, crying while drinking a can of beer.

He stole a glance and saw you wiped your tears on your cheek with the back of your hand, then gulped your beer again.

"I'm so stupid," you said to yourself.

And he heard your crying grow louder, saw you pressed your forearm to muffle the cries, then roughly wiped it again with the back of your hand.

"Fuck," you cursed at yourself.

"Stop fucking crying!" You said to yourself.

But you cried harder, fully sobbing with both of your hands covering your face.

And Han felt like going there to comfort you.

But he was stuck on his bench, he could only listen to the sound of your sadness.

He should be feeling bad for you, but he is partly glad that he wasn't the only miserable person awake at that hour.

But he was thankful that you made him feel less alone as he also realized that there were other people out there who were going through the same rough patch as him.

Well, at least now he knew.

There were the two of you.

People have been saying that life is one endless roller-coaster ride.

And that was a down in his life.

There was also an up in his life.

Where he could confidently go through his days without worrying, days that ended with a contented sigh for being well-spent, days where he truly made the use of his time, seized his life to the fullest.

And after that up, there was another down.

He went down the same path, and the next thing he knew, he was outside, walking to the park to stare out at the city view again to clear his mind.

He let out a long sigh once he sat down on the bench, shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and let all his weariness evaporate with the cold night air.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice asked.

Han looked up to the girl standing next to his bench, it was you who he saw crying that day.

He stifled a nod, "Yeah, sure," he answered.

You sat next to him on the bench, leaving enough space in between the two of you, then handed him a can of beer.

"It doesn't feel good drinking alone," you said to him.

Han looked down at the canned beer and hesitated to take it.

"Or are you driving here?" You asked him.

"If that's the case, then it's okay,"

He immediately grabbed it before you took it back, "No, I'm walking here," he said, then popped open the can.

"Ah, so you live nearby," you said.

Han nodded before taking a sip of the cold beer.

You both stayed quiet, sipping your beers in silence and looking out at the night sky dotted with stars.

"The night is so clear today," you sighed with your head tipped, looking up at the dark of the sky.

Han slouched on the bench to recline and look up at the night sky.

"It's funny that those stars could have died or collapsed right in this second, but we can still see them, adorned our sky, blinking bright," you muttered.

And wow, Han wasn't expecting that kind of talk. He didn't perceive you as someone with such existential thoughts.

"The nearest star close to us took 4 years for its light to reach us, so when we look at them, we're looking back at our past," you explained.

You turned your head at him and pointed to one of the stars in the sky, "that star could have been 18 years old me telling me not to take the art major because it's hard to make a career out of it," you elaborated with awkward laughs.

Han softly laughed along, "well, for me, it would be not to pick a fight with someone that would be my coworker for the rest of my career," he said.

You both laughed while looking up at the sky, breaking the silence of the night with your shared laughter, and only stopped to take a sip of your beers.

You sighed after gulping down your beer.

"Well, I just hope I could still blinking bright like those stars even when I'm collapsing inside," you muttered into the night.

Han is oftentimes curious if everyone is happy except him. It's like everyone has figured out what to do with their emotions and bottled it up well, keep it concealed, keep it to themselves. Han couldn't do that yet, not without him collapsing along with all those feelings.

But when you said those words, Han knew that he wasn't the only one struggling with his own emotions and that he wasn't alone in this.

This is also why people say they love the 3 am version of people because they're vulnerable, honest, and real.

Han got it now why the saying is true as he looked at your face, looking so radiant even with the lack of light.

"Hey, you want to have a late-night snack or something?" You suddenly asked him.

Han wasn't really hungry, but the invite seemed too good to pass on it, so he relented.

You both walked to the nearest food stall not too far from the park, huddling close to the steaming selection of food in front of you.

You took a bite of a fishcake and hummed in delight, "oh, it's so good!" You exclaimed.

Han couldn't help himself seeing you eating deliciously like that, he eventually joined you, began eating, and couldn't stop himself from stuffing his mouth.

You laughed at how cute he looked with his cheeks filled with food.

He abruptly stopped chewing when he noticed you were watching him eating, and it was the first time he truly looked at you, you have a nice smile and endearing laughs, your eyes overflowed with warmth in them when you did either.

You gestured to his mouth, "You got sauce all over your-"

You didn't finish the sentence but hurriedly grabbed a tissue and wiped the mess on his face.

Once you both got full from eating, Han realized he didn't carry any money with him, "oh, I forgot my wallet," he said.

You waved him off, "it's okay, I got it," you told him and paid everything with your money.

You also went to the nearest convenience store to buy two canned drinks for both of you.

"I'll pay you back, I promise," he said to you as he took the drink from you.

"You can pay me back by winning one of those for me," you told him, pointing to the claw machine right outside the convenience store.

Han doubted if he could win one of those, he never had any luck playing those machines, but he was willing to try.

You put the spare change of money on his palm for him to play with the machine.

"I only have enough money for 3 chances," you told him with a grimace.

"I think I can do it on the first try," he confidently said.

"Well, that's great!" You told him.

You both looked down onto a pile of small plushies inside the claw machines with both of your faces illuminated by the fluorescent lights.

"Which one do you one?" He asked you.

You pursed your lips looking at the cute-looking plushies, and you couldn't pick one, "You pick one for me!" You told him.

Han also took his time to find the perfect plushie for you and spotted the star-shaped one in a pale yellow color, its eyes winking.

"Okay, I'll pick this one for you," he said after deciding on a plushie.

He inserted the money and started maneuvering the claw to the aimed plushie, when he was sure it was perfectly positioned, Han pushed the button, but unfortunately, it didn't pick up his plushie.

He groaned and slammed his hand on the glass display, "that was close!"

You laughed at his frustrated face, you immediately handed him another money, "here! Try again!"

Han took a deep breath once he inserted the money into the machine, he put all of his focus on that one last star-shaped plushie, winking at him and challenging him to win it for you.

But he failed again, and on the last try, he failed again.

"It's okay," you comforted him, "thank you for trying!" then patted him on the shoulder.

He finished his drink in one gulp.

"I have one more chance left, but I'll use it to win one for you," you told him.

Han doubted if you could win one if he couldn't win any after three tries.

You inserted the last money you had in your pocket and inserted the money into the machine, you already had one plushie for him.

You aimed the claw and pushed the button, and surprisingly, the claw took it.

Han laughed in disbelief, "how did you do that?"

You shrugged, "I don't know?" You answered with the same confusion.

You took your winning plushie and handed it to him, "I won it for you," you told him.

"An alien?" He said.

You nodded, "you don't like it?"

"Ah, too bad! I don't have any money left," you playfully added.

He nodded while laughing, "why did you pick this one?"

"It looks like you," you answered.

"An alien with blushing cheeks?" He asked and put the plushie next to his face as a comparison.

You squinted your eyes, "well, the alien looks much cooler, to be honest,"

He widened his eyes at you, "oh, should I grow another ear to look this cool?"

You laughed at his question, you glanced at your phone screen to see the time.

"It's almost 5. I have to go," you informed him.

And Han realized he should be back in the dorm too since he has a schedule in a few hours, "yeah, me too," he said.

"I live not far from here, I'll just walk," you told him as you shoved both of your hands into your coat.

"Do you mind if I walk you home first?" He asked, deep down he wasn't ready to part with you yet.

You smiled at him, "sure,"

You both walked in silence with the night sky gradually turning lighter with every passing minute, stopped walking once you arrived at the front of your house.

"This is me," you awkwardly told him, gesturing to the house with the green-painted iron gate.

"Thank you for walking me home," you told him.

Han softly smiled at you and waved the alien plushie you won for him, "No, I should thank you for this," he told you.

You laughed, "I hope he'll always keep you company,"

He laughed and looked down at the plushie.

You both stayed quiet while exchanging glances at each other with your hands shoved deep into your pockets, and you hated to be the one to break the silence, but the fatigue got the best of you.

"Okay then, bye!" You said to him.

"Bye!" He said back to you with a sweet smile on his face before you disappeared from his sight.

But Han didn't want that to be the last time he saw you.

Not when he was lying awake on his bed a few days later and couldn't think of anything else but you, he thought of you instead of getting anxious about his weary mind, and he thinks that's peculiarly interesting.

It baffled him how a stranger could give him the comfort of an old friend.

He went out in the middle of the night to search for you, he didn't know why but it wasn't his anxiety that got him that night, he went to look for you.

He didn't find you at the park, not at the food stall, you both once ate together and also not at the convenience store.

He knew your house, but it would be stupid of him to come unannounced to your house.

He needed a reason, an excuse to see you, and he knew exactly what to do for that.

He pushed the doorbell of your house and waited right outside until he heard your footsteps coming close, then opened the gate.

"Oh, hi?!" You said as soon as you figured out who rang your doorbell at 1 am.

Han smiled with such giddiness, "I won it for you!" He said then showed you the star-shaped plushie from the clawing machine.

You laughed at how adorable he was, he came in the middle of the night just to show you that.

"Oh, so you come to brag about it?" You poked fun at him.

Han laughed, "just a little," he answered, then handed you the plushie.

You took the plushie from him and squeezed its cute face.

"Did I disturb you?" He asked.

"No, I was in the middle of doing something" you muttered with your hand busy squeezing the plushie in your hands.

"Then that means I disturbed you," he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "No, you're not," you denied.

"Anyway..." Han trailed his word.

He hesitated to ask you out, but he came for this, there was no way he left with nothing.

"You want to take a walk with me?" He asked while down looking down at his feet.

"Yes," you shortly replied.

A smile rose on Han's face.

"Can you wait a moment? I just need to go back inside to grab a coat," you said.

After stuffing your faces with food from the stall you once ate together, Han bought you ice cream and ate it at the playground where you both sat on the swings.

"How much you spent on the claw machine to win that plushie?" You asked him out of nowhere.

"Enough to buy the claw machine itself," he playfully answered.

You chuckled and almost choked on your ice cream, your feet kicking the ground to move the swing.

"Thank you," you said out of nowhere.

Han turned his head at you while holding the ice cream close to his mouth, "I planned on beating that claw machine anyway," he responded playfully.

"I know you saw me crying that day," you said.

Han stopped swaying in his swing then turned his head at you, he felt caught and somehow, felt bad for it.

"Thank you for not saying anything and listening to my cries," you added as you stared into his eyes.

"Thank you for not making me lonely that night," you finished.

Han looked down at his feet, and he thought if only you knew how dire he was at that moment, how you indirectly saved him for just being there and sharing the comfortable silence.

It was almost 4 in the morning when you both walked back to your house, getting to know each other just enough to be more than acquaintances.

"Of course, I know who you are," you told him without him needing to explain everything.

"And that's also why I've been wondering why didn't you buy that claw machine," you joked.

Han got flustered, felt shot by your remark that you knew him all along.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.

"And give you another chance to brag? No, thank you," You said while laughing.

He never encountered a person with compelling charms like you. You're funny and smart, you have a beautiful smile and endearing laughs, you're deeply an intuitive person and also open-minded.

You made things easier for him, or you made it seem so, and he's thankful for that.

You half-jogged to unlock the gate of your house and pushed it open just enough, you stood facing him.

"I guess this is it then?" You asked him with one hand keeping the gate door open.

Han was aware it was time for him to go as well, but he didn't want to part with you yet, and the next thing he knew, he got close to you.

You smiled at him and waited for him to say something, but he just stayed quiet while looking at you.

"Bye," you lowly said to him because there was no use to tell him loud when he stood so close to you.

You pushed the gate door open and got in.

Han thought of leaving, but his feet didn't move, he pushed your doorbell.

You opened the gate a moment later and laughed when you saw him again, "going to use your chance to brag now?" You joked.

He laughed while softly scratching the back of his hair, "No," he replied.

"What then?" You asked him.

Han hesitated for a second, but he took a step closer, then leaned in and kissed you, softly brushing his lips over yours.

He sighed against your lips because he didn't expect this to be this good, this right, it was like this moment was made for this.

You slowly pushed him away to catch a breath.

"You want to come in?" You asked him with your eyes looking up through your lashes.

And he couldn't say no.

He let you lead him inside your house, he was surprised to see there was no one inside, and for the lack of furniture, there were only things cluttered around a desk in one corner of the room.

"My parents live abroad with my sister, she got a scholarship for her ballet," you explained, "so, I live alone,"

Han didn't know that a warm person like you lives a solitary life, and he got unbearably sad for you that he suddenly went to hug you.

And you rubbed his back, sensing his sympathy.

But all he wanted to do was make you feel less lonely, assuring you that he was there for you.

He kissed you with his hands holding your body close as if you would disappear if he didn't hold you tight.

You steered him in the direction of your bedroom and sent both of you tumbling down your bed, making you both laugh.

He kissed you more with your hands working open his shirt, bodies tossed and turned on the bed as pieces of clothing tossed aside onto the bedroom floor.

Until you both got naked, he pinned you under him and kissed you so softly with a hand that caressed the side of your face.

"Can you grab the condom inside one of those drawers, please?" You asked him.

He nodded, outstretched his hand to pull open the top drawer, and took out a foil packet.

Han didn't mean for this to happen, he wanted to comfort you with his presence, but the moment he laid his eyes on your heavenly body, he couldn't resist.

You endlessly enthralled him, alluring, he couldn't stop touching you and feeling the softness of your skin that made him whimper.

You kissed him on the mouth as he settled himself between your legs, "I like this little mole right here," you told him, pointing to the tiny dot of dark mole on his cheek.

He smiled at your praise, and somehow that made him feel at ease.

He didn't feel nervous like he usually does, also not the pressure to make everything right. He just wanted to make you feel good.

You moaned when he pushed his length inside you, so painstakingly slow until he fully buried inside you.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

"I'm not okay,"

Han's eyes widened in panic.

"I'm not okay if you feel this good inside me," you corrected with a sly smile.

"You!" He glared at you, buried his mouth onto your neck, and tickled you with the tip of his nose.

You laughed with your hands around his neck, he finally stopped to kiss you again then looked into your eyes, "you're so beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

He began moving against you at a steady pace while you squirmed with all the pleasure he brought on you.

You would look into each other’s faces at times and smile because this felt so right, this moment was made for this.

You held him close as you both climaxed around each other, and he kissed your neck as he relished the immense pleasure that was slowly dissipating.

You both stayed on your bed with his body overlapping yours, and you snaked a hand around his body, rubbing the warm skin of his back.

He admired your naked body under the pale sunlight by running his hand from your lips down to your chest, to the curve of the underline of your breast to your ribcage then squeezed your flesh there.

"I felt so unbearably lonely that day," you admitted, "that's why I cried,"

Han placed a sweet kiss on your lips, "and I felt so anxious that day, I couldn't sleep, I felt so hopeless and tired," he admitted.

"We are two sad people," you softly muttered with a hand gently scratching his hair.

"And we saved each other," he added.

You softly smiled at him, then held his face still with a hand on his cheek, "Hey, just because we did this, nothing has to change between us," you assured him.

"I'm okay with us being casual,"

Han took your hand and kissed the inside of your hand, "but what if I don't want that?" He asked you.

"I want us to be a chic couple," he playfully stated.

You laughed at him, "you are ludicrous,"

"I'll take that," he said as he crashed his mouth on you again.

At that moment, Han found a haven in you. A place where he can rest his soul and wash his weariness away, a place where he could replenish his strength and at the same time, be a company to you, someone you can rely on and try to comfort you with his presence.

When he felt his life going to take another down, he knew where to go.

He would come knocking on your door, and you would welcome him with a hug.

And he would melt into your embrace as you rubbed his back while softly muttering, "it's okay, it's just another day."

-

ON TRACK.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Even a fool knows that you're the best thing he has ever got.

Felix didn't realize this when he was still having his days filled with you.

You had been friends since childhood, and that was probably what made him mistake his love for the comfort from the friendship you had built over the years.

You've been there since his dreams were just wishful thinking.

You encouraged him, supported him, gave him just enough push towards what he wanted the most, towards his dreams.

And you weren't there when his dreams were becoming true.

You knew what he was capable of even people kept telling him to stop, you knew his value even before anyone knew his worth, and he loved you for that.

He didn't know that back then.

When you had to leave because you also going to chase your dream, he just watched as the train took you away from him.

And he knew he was too late.

He only regretted it now for missing out on the chance, hated himself for not getting close to you.

He should've come up with any reason to stop you from leaving that day, he should have asked you to turn around and look at him, he would've said, 'Don't go! Don't leave me!'.

And it had been years now, he misses you.

Or is it just him that misses you?

He misses all the times he had spent together with you.

Your laughs, your smiles, your encouraging words that always lift his spirit, your comforting touches, and how he likes having your hand rub the small of his back.

And lately, he had been thinking of how things would turn out if he conveyed his feelings for you, how would he spends his time with you and probably for all of his life.

He got so used to that picture-perfect of him being together with you that it became his daily life.

When he saw you stood there at the end of the hall, waiting for him with a smile on your face, Felix felt that he got closer to that picture-perfect.

He walked up once again towards you.

"Hey," you beamed at him when he got closer with a scintillating smile.

He didn't hesitate to hug you, and you didn’t shy away from it, you hugged him back.

He hummed as he drank the scent he is familiar with, "you're here!" He said.

"I don't even know if I'm allowed to be here," you told him.

When you told him you were coming to the concert, Felix sent someone to get you to come backstage so he could meet you before he got on stage.

He lowly chuckled, "I can't believe you're really here!" He said again as he squeezed your hand.

You smiled at him, "I know right? It feels like yesterday we were taking dance classes together every Friday afternoon," you told him.

"How long will you be here?" He quickly asked.

"Just for the weekend," you replied.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the hotel," you answered.

Someone came behind Felix and whispered something to him while he nodded along.

"Oh, you'd better get back!" You told him.

Felix wanted to stay long but it was impossible with the time he has, "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," You assured him.

"Can you stay after the concert later?" He asked you.

"Yeah, okay," you answered.

He nodded, that is one thing he could anticipate at the end of the night.

"I'll be cheering for you!" You playfully told him.

He sheepishly smiled, "I'll be seeing you!" He joked back.

"Sure, I'll be the one in black," you told him pointing to the black t-shirt you were wearing.

"Not going to be hard to find," he sneered.

You laughed at him and patted him on the shoulder, "see you later!"

"See you later!" He said back.

He got a little sad being the one leaving you right then and watched as you slowly disappeared from his sight.

At the end of the night, Felix got a little disappointed that you didn't wait for him as you promised him, but he also understood that maybe you didn’t want to make him more tired than he already was.

Felix's window of opportunity wouldn't last long since he only got until the end of the weekend to do what he always wanted to do.

He called your hotel room the next morning to make sure you were still there, "Hey," you said as you picked up the phone.

"I'm sorry about last night for not waiting for you," you began, "I assume you'd be tired so..."

"It's okay," he convinced you.

He heard you sigh in relief at the end of the line.

"I didn't mean to really," you assured him.

"No worries!" He said again.

There was a few seconds of awkward silence, Felix stalled because he wanted to pick his words carefully.

"Do you have any plan for tonight?" He asked.

"Tonight?" You asked again.

"I planned on staying in and eating in the whole day, other than that. No!" You elaborated.

Felix softly smiled, "do you want to go with me?"

"Go where?"

"Dancing?"

"Dancing?" You asked back in utter confusion.

"Dancing like we used to do back when were little," he explained.

The recollections of the two of you taking a dance class together rushed through your mind, him in those mini tuxedoes and you in your ballroom dresses in striking colors, a dancing pair for years until both of you gave up the class because you grew up and it wasn't cool to do it anymore.

"I don't know if I still remember how to dance but I'd love that, oh my God, yes," you exclaimed.

Felix chuckled because he didn't expect that much enthusiasm from you, he could feel that his plan was going the way he wanted.

"I'll pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"Yes," you replied.

"See you later!" He said with a gleeful smile.

He came to pick you up right on time, waited by the lobby of the hotel until you came out of the elevator wearing a red dress, you let your hair down, but what made you beautiful was the smile that didn't wear off as you walked up to him.

"Oh my God, you look so good!" You beamed, looking at him dressed so neatly in a black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath.

"And you look so beautiful!" He praised you he couldn't look away, you mesmerized him.

You gave him a quick twirl and the hem of the dress swaying with the movement, "I went out earlier and bought the dress," you showed him your new shoes, "I also bought a new pair of dancing shoes," you told him.

Felix softly laughed at you, seeing you excited like this that he couldn't be any happier.

But when he arrived at the ballroom, and everyone who attended the dance was mostly elderly people, he believed you were the only two young people there and that his plan just went off the rail.

He turned his head at you, ready to apologize for such a disappointing night.

But he found you smiling so brightly with crinkles in your eyes as you watched the swarm of people dancing in the middle of the ballroom, "Oh my God, how exciting!" You told him.

"Can we go dance now?" You asked him with such giddiness.

Felix nodded, somehow your excitement infected him in an instant.

He offered his hand, and you placed your hand on his, he took you to the dance floor, placed one hand on your waist, and the other clasped with your hand.

You danced the night away, sweeping the floor with both of your feet, giggling and smiling in between, you didn't even care if you missed out a few steps as long as you were having fun.

"I think we should take a water break," Felix suggested.

He understood that you were thrilled to continue dancing but looking at you panting, running out of breath, he took it that you were tired.

You waited on a vacant table while Felix took a few drinks, when he returned, an elderly asked you to dance with him. He knew you wouldn't say no to him, he nodded at you when you asked him for permission.

"I'll wait here," he told you and sat on the chair watching you dancing with the elderly man with white hair.

And this is why he loves you.

Your warmth, your charms, everything about you is just so beautiful, inside and out.

The elderly man escorted you back to your table and kissed the back of your hand, "Thank you so much for dancing with an old man like me," he said to you.

You smiled at him, "no, it's an honor for me," you courteously said to him.

The elderly man looked at Felix, "you got a fine young lady here," he said to him.

And Felix nodded, agreed with the elderly man.

Felix slid your drink in front of you on the table and you immediately took a big gulp, "I never dance this hard in my life," you said to him.

"I wish I can relate to that," he said to you.

You laughed because you understood what he meant by that, "this feels like breathing to you," you joked.

"Sort of," he replied.

"Let's have the last dance," you suggested.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "we can do a slow dance," you said to him.

He agreed, got up from the chair, and courteously asked for your hand for a dance.

You did a waltz dance with him, slow dancing even though the music that was playing was ideally for tango. He held you by your waist, and you put your hands around his neck. You looked up at him through your lashes, "thank you for taking me here," you said to him.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"Like it? I love it!" You corrected him, then rested your head on his shoulder as your bodies swayed in sync.

Felix just got closer to what he wanted the most.

You had no idea how long he had been waiting for a moment like this to happen.

Even after time keeps passing by, this constant desperation of him makes him look for you, search for you and you came to him every night and tantalize him, tantalize him more the longer he was away from you.

And now, you were so close, you were in his arms and he could smell the scent of you that give him a sense of comfort, of home.

It hurts him now that he had been keeping all these feelings for you for long.

You waited for Felix as he ordered ice cream for both of you, it was like a callback to the past of how the two of you always had ice cream after dance class.

When he returned with your favorite vanilla ice cream, he saw you were massaging your foot with your shoes off.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he sat down across from you.

You sighed, "It's the new shoe problem," you answered.

Felix looked down at your feet and saw the blisters formed on your feet, he hissed as if he was the one in pain, "that looks so bad," he commented.

"It's alright. It's not that painful really," you assured him.

"You wait here," he ordered, "and eat your ice cream,"

"Where are you going?" You asked him as he dashed toward the exit.

"Just wait, I won't be long," he told you.

Felix came back after a few minutes, and his ice cream was melted in his cup, he squatted on the floor to put ointment and bandages on the blisters on your feet.

"I can do that myself," you said to him.

He didn't reply but continued tending to your feet, then pulled out a pair of slippers so you wouldn't have to wear your shoes again.

"Oh Felix, thank you," you sincerely muttered your gratitude.

He sat back on his chair, "I can't stand it seeing you like that," he said.

"Like what?"

"Looking adorable with a scrunched nose like that," he teased you.

"Better eat your ice cream quick before it melts," you shouted at him, then took a spoonful of his ice cream with your spoon.

You decided to take a walk because the hotel you were staying at wasn't that far from the ice cream shop, Felix grabbed your hand then twirled you, you spun around, but since you were wearing slippers, you slipped and crashed onto him.

He was quick to catch you into his arms and didn't let go, he looked into your eyes then all of sudden, he blurted out, "I love you,"

It took you a moment to process those three words until it fully sank in, then you smiled, "I love you too," you said back to him.

He wasn't sure if you have the same meaning behind those words with him, so he kissed you.

You dropped the shoes you had been carrying onto the pavement, looped your hands around his neck, and kissed him back with the same eagerness.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, "it took us a long time," you breathlessly said to him.

Felix nodded, agreeing with you, he didn't know that you have just the same feelings for him, and it was the best thing that ever happened to him, having his feelings reciprocated.

If he had known, he would have told you sooner.

The night continued in your hotel room, both of you stumbled inside once you unlocked the room with the keycard, latching your mouth together with Felix pushed your body further inside.

You dropped everything onto the floor as he lifted you, sat you down on a desk, and knocked things off to the floor.

He cupped your face with both hands and looked into your eyes, still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you love him back.

He pressed a gentle kiss while you slipped your hands under his arms and held him close.

"You feel so surreal," he said against your lips.

You smiled at him and kissed him with all of your heart, "I am real," you told him.

He angled your jaw, and you opened your mouth for him so he could deepen the kiss, drowning you both in sensuous delight.

His hands worked open the zipper of your dress, the noise it made resounding in the quiet of the room, then he slid the dress down until it pooled around your waist.

He didn't waste time to place kisses down your bare chest with hand impatiently unclasped your bra then tossed it aside.

You reclined on the desk and let him savor your breasts, taking it into his mouth in turns with your hand tangled in his soft hair.

When it got too uncomfortable, he carried you to bed and watched your naked body splayed on the bed with nothing on but the silk red underwear you were wearing.

Your body was blotchy red, flustered under his lustful gaze, and ultimately because you were the only one naked while he was still fully clothed.

You sat up on the bed and reached for the lapels of his suit jacket, you took it off by sliding it down his arms. You unbuttoned his shirt next with his eyes intently watched your fingers work to open the button one by one until you finished, then he took it off himself.

You lay back down and watched him unbuckle his belt, your thighs pressed together when he slowly pulled his trousers down along with his underwear until he was fully naked in front of you.

He is gorgeous, despite his slim figure, he has a muscular body and firm muscles to the touch. You whimpered as you felt the muscles contract under your touch when he lowered himself on top of you.

"Make love to me, Felix," you told him.

Felix closed his eyes when he heard the request, it was like you just asked him to do what he had been waiting for all of his life.

His hand tugged the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down, off your legs. He kissed the skin around your heating core, teasing you just the right way, and when he finally landed his mouth on your cunt, you gasped in pleasure.

His mouth felt soft and warm on you, you looked down at him enjoying stimulating you with his mouth with his hands firmly keeping your legs open.

When he deemed the stimulation is enough, he retracted his mouth and settled himself between your legs, and hastily kissed your mouth.

You kept your legs open as he pushed his cock inside you little by little with your moans muffled by his kiss, he groaned into your mouth once he fully sheathed inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist with your hands around his neck.

"You feel so right," you breathlessly said to him with his face only inches away from you.

He kissed you again as he began moving, making love to you as you asked him to, with so much care and affection, fluttering little touches here and there.

He took your hand in his and clasped it together as he picked up the pace, "keep your eyes on me," he ordered you.

You obeyed, you locked your eyes with him and didn't dare to look away even for a mere second.

"I love you," he said between his grunts.

"I love you," you said back.

You called out his name out loud as you climaxed and he cum inside you not long after, relishing the moment by peppering your face with his kisses.

You put on his shirt after you got back from the bathroom then lay back down next to him on the bed, which he immediately pulled you into his embrace.

"Do you really have to leave tomorrow?" He asked you.

You slipped your hand under his arm and rested your hand on his back, "technically, it's today," you corrected him.

"Do you really have to leave today?" He asked again.

"Sadly, yeah," you answered.

You moved your hand back to the front to touch his muscles, tracing the outline of his abs with your fingertips.

"Don't leave!" He begged.

"We only live a few hours away from each other," you tried to compromise with him.

"I need you here," he said to your face as she cupped your cheek with his hand.

You sighed in delight, it felt like a discovery that you mean so much to him.

"I'll visit often," you convinced him.

He sighed, knowing that there was no better option since he couldn't promise you anything but tried his best for you.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, "but it took us a long time to get here," he whined.

You hugged him back, putting your hands on his back, "I know," you sighed.

"We'll find a way," you assured him while rubbing his back in a soothing pattern.

"Can we skip the soppy talk and make out or something?" You playfully asked with a soft laugh as a way to console him.

He lifted his head to face him, "or something?" He asked with eyebrows raised.

You bit your lower lip while seductively smiling and nodding at him, "or something," you repeated.

Felix could settle with this, for now, he didn't want to pressure you to fulfill his selfish wishes, if it's the only way to keep you then he would accept it.

What matters the most is you.

When it was time for you to leave, Felix stood in front of you with a smile yet there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You hurriedly hugged him, "I'll come back soon, I promise," you muttered to him.

He hugged you back and tightened his hold around you, "I should have told you sooner," he muttered with regrets.

You pulled away just enough to leave a space between you, "Felix, it's better late than never," you said to him.

He nodded in agreement, pressed his forehead with yours, "Can I visit you sometimes?" He asked.

"Of course!" You shorty replied, "you can visit me anytime,"

"Okay," he smiled at your answer.

You stayed like that, enjoying each other’s presence like the world was made for both of you even though a lot of people were passing by in the train station.

"I should get on the train," you announced and shot him a sad smile.

He softly groaned with his eyes closed.

You laughed at him, adorably sulking like that at you that you couldn't help but gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"The train will leave in a few minutes," you told him.

"Then let it leave," he tightened his hold around you and not willing to let go, "I'll keep you here," he nuzzled his head deep into your neck.

You let him have his way with you, letting him hold you for a few more minutes until he let himself go.

"I'll wait for you," he said to you.

You nodded, "wait for me," you said back.

He kissed you with a hand on your neck, and you kissed him back with your hands around his body.

"I love you," he said again, he wanted to make sure you remember those three words well even if you live so far away.

You smiled against his lips, "I love you too," you replied.

"And I hate to tell you, but I really have to get on the train now," you told him with a frown.

He nodded and slowly let go of you, except you were the one not willing to let go this time. You pulled him for another kiss, pouring all of your heart's contents into the kiss.

Then quickly let go, gently pushed him away before you got the urge to kiss him again.

"Bye," you told him and walked onto the platform, waving your hand at him before getting on the train.

He waved back at you, looking at the last of your smile before you disappeared. He felt a bit sad, but the happiness that came from his dream came true was overwhelming, his heart palpitation for every time he reminded that you are truly his and that you love him back.

He watched as the train leaves, taking you away with it yet he knew that your heart would always be close to his, and keeping it on track.

-

LEVANTER.

Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

How can you pack your life in boxes?

In eight big boxes to be precise.

You looked around your almost empty room except for the bed and the study desk that had been accompanied you for these past years of college.

It felt like yesterday you got into college, young and curious, hopeful and eager.

Looking back at it now, you felt like missed but also lived through a lot of things as well. There was gain and loss. You just hoped you got the best of both worlds.

You took a deep breath, and the sound echoed through the still air of the room.

You sat on the end of the bed, hugging your knees, and got unbearably sad at that moment, got hit by the realization that you had to leave this life behind, moving on to a new chapter of your life.

To be honest, it was scary but exciting at the same time. Scary because life gets harder as you get older, but excited to find out more things you are capable of.

Your phone vibrated on the bed, and you picked it up to see an unknown number on the phone screen, you got skeptical but gave in, then pressed accept the call.

"Hello?" You spoke on the phone.

You heard rustles and heavy breathing, then the sound of a car passing by.

"This is Seungmin from 2018, and he wanted to take you on the first date," he said.

You laughed at him, "how are you calling from the past?" You asked him, playing along with his joke.

"By a magic payphone," he answered.

Then you remembered the first time he took you on a date, he called you through the payphone right across the street from your apartment building.

You got up from the bed and walked to the window to see if he was really there, you pulled open the window, and there he was, waving his hand at you with a sly smile on his face from inside the phone booth.

You smiled and waved back at him, "so, where are you taking me for our first date?" You playfully asked him even though you could recount how your first date went in detail.

"Why don't you come down and find out?" He said to you.

He was standing across the street, yet you could see his bright puppy smile that invited you to smile back.

You hung up the phone and quickly put on something decent for the spontaneous date, tossed your things into your purse, then jogged downstairs.

Your heart was beating fast, your breath quickened from the running mixed with the excitement of going to meet him in a matter of seconds.

You waited until there was no car, then crossed the street, saw him standing there waiting for you with his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

"Hi," you bashfully said.

He sheepishly smiled at you, "Hi," he said back.

And it was awkward, exactly like the first time you were on a date with him, and he scratched the back of his neck when he didn't know what to say next.

You laughed, "shall we go now?" You asked him.

He nodded, "yes,"

You walked on the pavement with you staying on the inner side but this time, he didn't hesitate to hold your hand and intertwined it with his.

It was winter when you had our first date, he took you to ice skate in the park, and he took you to the same ice rink you went to.

You sat on the bench as he put on the shoes for you then looked up at you, "is it too tight?" He asked you once he finished strapping the shoes for you.

You shook your head.

Looking down at him and the fluff of his hair gave you the urge to kiss him, and so you did.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, then smiled, "thank you," you muttered.

He got up then held his hand out at you, you took it, letting him lead you inside the ice rink, and held on to him as the slippery ice welcomed you.

"I'm still bad at it," you informed him.

You were never good at any activity that required body balance, and that was why you always bump your knees into things, you are clumsy like that.

He took both of your hands on his and held them tight, "you can hold onto me," he assured you.

Seungmin helped you ice skate through the rink, doing a few laps together with him holding you close and keeping you steady.

"You're getting good at this!" He praised.

One praise and you lost your balance, slipped on the ice, fell on your back. You had seen this coming, and it didn't come as a surprise anymore.

"I'm okay," you quickly said to him.

He helped you get up and all of a sudden, pulled you into a hug. He put his hands around your waist and held you close, he didn't care about the existence of other people in the rink.

You put your hand around his neck and hugged him back, "is it to save me from embarrassment?" You joked.

He softly laughed, "No, I'm just so proud of you," he said.

"For falling?" You joked again.

"For getting up," he answered.

You placed a sneaky peck on his neck then whispered to him, "can you let go now it's getting embarrassing," you told him.

He slowly pulled away, but he was quick to place a kiss on your lips with a hand splayed on your jaw.

"Let's go do another lap," he said with a blank expression like he didn't just kiss you a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, sure," you breathlessly replied.

After ice skating, he took you to a convenience store, also the same one where he took you on the first date. He remembered exactly what you bought that day, a cup of noodles with a sausage, a bottle of lychee tea, and a bag of potato chips.

You laughed when he placed all of that in front of you on the table, "oh, you missed something!" You told him with a glare.

He stopped from pulling the chair, "what?"

"You forgot the string cheese," you answered.

His mouth hung open in slight shock, "okay, wait here, I'll get it for you,"

You quickly grabbed his hand and forced him to sit down, "just sit down, please?" You ordered.

And he sat down, scooted his chair closer to you, then ate your noodles together.

As you sat there watching him eating, you realized he was different from the first time he went on a date with you. He was awkward, fidgety and there was an edge to his voice whenever he talked, unsure of the words he said. But he changed now, he got confident, he knew how to be around you and provide comfort for you. Things that hadn't changed are his loving gaze and that smile of his that always put you at ease in an instant.

You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, "since when did you get this much cooler?" You teased.

He nuzzled his head against yours, "since when did you become this clingy?" He asked back.

You chuckled even though he knew what was the reason you became so clingy to him.

"You were so nervous on our first date, and I listened to you singing under your breath to calm yourself down," you told him, looping your hand around his arm.

He laced your hand with yours on your lap, "I like you so much that was why I got so nervous," he answered with such coy as if his answer didn't make your heart just skip a beat.

You turned your head at him, "what about now?"

"I like you less," he shortly replied.

You pouted.

And he kissed your pout, "but I love you more,"

You groaned at him and hid your face in his neck, "cringe!" You exclaimed and squeezed his hand for comfort.

The last thing you did on your first date was take him to the studio on the campus where you worked on your sculpture, you didn't have anything to show him now since you just graduated, but he still took you there.

You flipped the switch, and lights started flooding the studio with the smell of clay and paints welcomed you both as you stepped in further.

You took him there to show him a sculpture you were working on for an assignment, you led his hand to touch the hardening clay, then he got panicked thinking that he had just broken a piece, making you laugh at how adorable he looked.

And that was when he kissed you for the first time.

You still got the butterflies when the memory flashed through your head.

Sadly, I don't have any sculpture to show you," you told him.

You took his hands, led him to the sofa that is a prop for a model to pose for paintings or sculptures, then pushed him onto it.

He plopped down with a low thud along with a yelp, "ouch!" He exclaimed.

You giggled, then took a few steps in front of him, close enough for him to see the whole you.

"But I got something else to show you," you said with a seductive smile.

You kicked your shoes away with giggles, your eyes looked into him as you tugged the hem of your blouse, then pulled it off of you.

"Since when did you get this bold, mmh?" Seungmin beamed then looked around the place, afraid that someone was around, and when he was sure there were only the two of you there, he slouched on the sofa and looked at you again.

You unzipped your skirt next, then let it fall onto the floor.

Low whimpers escaped through his gritted teeth as Seungmin looked at you standing in front of him, naked except for the matching underwear in pale pink colors.

"Come here!" He ordered with his hands outstretched at you.

You walked up to him and took his hands as he pulled you onto his lap.

"Is this what you're trying to show me?" He asked you with his hands gripped each side of your hips.

You nodded with a sly smile on your face.

"You drive me crazy," he told you, then crashed his lips against you.

The kiss took your breath away, and you barely functioning as he took the rest of your undergarments then lay you down naked on the sofa.

He kneeled at the end of the sofa, hastily taking his clothes off and letting them fall onto the floor.

"I usually don't let myself be reckless like this," he told you as he lowered himself on top of you.

"But you're so hard to resist," he finished, then sank his mouth on you.

The sex was painstakingly slow, each thrust went deeper than the previous, and Seungmin didn't break eye contact even for a mere second.

"Always taking me so well," he praised you as he placed a gentle kiss.

You didn't hold back from moaning and let it resound in the studio, it was somehow arousing to have sex in a place where you worked, added to the fact that someone might walk in on you at any time.

"So good, Seungmin," you told him as his cock nudged the right spot inside you.

Seungmin propped a hand next to your head to continue moving against you, putting a bit more strength and thrusting harder into you.

You moaned his name repeatedly and heard you calling his name heavy with lust in it riled him the best way.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he informed you.

"I want you to keep it inside for me,"

He lay a hand flat on your abdomen, watching as his cock went in and out of you at a sloppy pace.

"You're going to take all of me," he said to you, then went still for a few seconds as his orgasm hit him.

His eyes flicked to your fucked out face, also reeling from the climax you earned earlier.

Seungmin dug his cock deeper to release all of his seed in you, "yes, take all of me," he breathlessly cooed at you.

When he pulled out, he quickly reached for your underwear on the floor then put it on you, preventing his cum from leaking out of you.

You both stayed on the sofa, cuddling and enjoying each other’s touches against the quiet of the studio.

"This first date thing," you put your fingers in between his, "is a good idea," you said.

Seungmin tenderly kissed your knuckles.

"I love it!" You exclaimed.

"I'm glad," he said to you.

He caressed your cheek with so much love and care, tried to make a blueprint of your face then etched it onto his mind.

"Don't worry about anything," he suddenly said.

"You were born to do great things," he continued, then traced your jaw with his index finger.

And you hated to be reminded that he wouldn't be there witnessing all of the great things you'll achieve.

You closed your eyes and tried to push the tears away from coming out, "we'll achieve our dreams," you optimistically said to him despite having to do it in separate ways.

You shut him up with kisses, stopping the conversation from going in the direction you didn't want it to go, then buried your head in his chest.

You drank his scent for you couldn't get the exact same scent anywhere in the world, a scent of him, a scent that gives you comfort and warmth, a scent that would remind you of his loving embrace.

The night was getting late when he walked you back to your apartment, and the streets were getting empty, you stopped walking next to the phone booth.

"Is it really the magic payphone?" You asked him.

He nodded, "you just need to punch the number of the years you wanted, and you'll be connected to the you from that year," he said.

You chuckled at him.

"If you don't trust me, just try it," he said to you in a mocking tone.

You took the handle of the phone and pushed it close to your ear, you heard the dialing tone then hummed as you think of a number, "I'll call the 19 years old me so that would be 2019," you said the pushed the number on the keypad.

It didn't link to any number, but you pretended, "oh hello, it's you from the future," you began.

"I know that you have a boyfriend named Kim Seungmin and you'll be having burgers for lunch later," you continued.

You looked at him, smiling because he knew what you were about to say.

"You should tell him about your allergy so he wouldn't order you a burger with shrimp on it," you spoke with your eyes squinted at him.

"I'm saving you from the embarrassment of him seeing you all bloated and red, I know you could die from the allergy, but the shame lasts an eternity," you talked to the phone even though it played the disconnected tone.

"Make good choices!" You said.

You pushed the phone back to your ear to add something, "but can you keep the guy?"

You nodded as if the one you talked to was right in front of you, "yes, he's a keeper, you shouldn't let him go, no matter what,"

"Things might get rough after but hang in there!" you finished, then hung up.

Seungmin shrugged with his hands turned up, "see? It works!"

You rolled your eyes rather dramatically and let him take his turn, "your turn, now!"

He stepped into the phone booth, and you stayed inside with him, squeezing the two of you together.

Seungmin took the handle of the phone and confidently punched the number 2018, he waited as if the phone really connected.

"Hey Seungmin, it's you from four years later, don't worry you graduated with honors so you can slack off a bit," he began.

"Just a little, I said," he added.

"I know it would be the first day of college, and you are nervous, but at the end of the day, you'll meet a beautiful girl near the fountain in the campus garden," he said with his eyes looking at you.

"You'll know it's her. She has a beautiful smile, and the moon was shining so bright that night, but it couldn't match the brightness of her smile," he said.

You smiled at him as you intently listened to his words.

"She'll make a fool out of you, turn you a bit loopy, you can't sleep because you keep thinking about her," he nodded along to his own words.

"She's as beautiful as the art she makes," he added.

Seungmin sighed as he shifted his weight to his other foot and placed a hand on the booth on your side, slightly leaning at you.

"I hate to tell you this, but you'll part ways with her at one point," he sadly uttered.

"She'll be going away to chase her dreams, and so do you," he said with his eyes closed as if that hurt him from the inside.

"Because that's life, it's fucking suck," he cursed out loud

You never heard him curse like that before, but you understood from the resentment you felt in his words, he hated the world for separating you.

"But you'll always be in love with her, you'll always remember the moments you had together for life," he sadly muttered.

You swallowed the hot lump growing in your throat from holding back your tears, "and I pray that you will be able to survive losing her," he said.

And you couldn't stop your tears from falling, you cried as he too choked on his breath trying not to break down in front of you.

Seungmin cleared his throat before continuing to speak into the phone.

"And I pray that she will come back to you if she can," he finished, and his voice got broke at the end of the sentence.

You broke down against him, crying into his chest while clutching the lapels of his jacket.

You got sad because it felt so unfair to you, you found just the right person to be with you, yet the world kept wanting to separate you. You will never get how the world works, but the unfairness of it all angers you to no end.

Seungmin held you tight, then kissed the top of your head, "I told her everything already," he said into the phone, "it's all good now," he ended the call, then put the phone back.

He held you tight inside the cramped space of the phone booth, your cries resounding, and your tears seeped into his clothes.

"I love you," he hoarsely said to you, then tipped your head to place a kiss on your forehead.

He let you rest your head on his chest again, one hand rubbing your back and the other gently patting your head, "I love you," he muttered again.

He pressed his mouth on the top of your head, "It's all good now."

-

SECRET SECRET.

I.N x reader. (s,f)

It's not hard to know that Seungmin has feelings for you.

When everyone laughed, he looked at you, watching your reactions and also because your smile is that pretty, or Jeongin thought so.

And Jeongin had been witnessing all these subtle things Seungmin did around you, like how he liked to secretly watch over you and quickly looked away before you notice, or that he liked paying close attention to you when you talked to him like you were the only person existing in the world.

Then there were times he was being obvious like he would sulk when you got too close to the other members that Jeongin couldn't help but laugh at his pettiness.

You are the closest to Jeongin because you knew him long before you knew everyone else.

He could easily tell you about Seungmin, but that wouldn't be fair to Seungmin, and Jeongin has no right to tell you.

Jeongin sent you off after a night out together and watched you get into a taxi with Seungmin with him.

When the two of them got into the elevator, he tapped Seungmin’s shoulder until he looked over at him.

"You like her, don't you?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin got startled, "Uhm... no," he stuttered his words, the answer didn't match his cheeks which were blushing profusely.

Jeongin softly chuckled, "It's okay. I'll keep it a secret," he told him.

Seungmin got quiet and his body went rigid in front of him, when the elevator door slid open, the quickly got out as if trying to escape Jeongin's drilling questions.

When he unlocked the door to the dorm though, he considered something, and Jeongin waited behind him.

Seungmin slowly turned around to face Jeongin, "do you think you can set us up for a date?" He asked him with so much hesitancy in his voice.

Jeongin put his hand on his shoulder, "why are you so tense? It's just me," he said to him.

Seungmin shrugged, "I never like someone this much," he foolishly admitted.

And Jeongin could feel the sincerity in Seungmin's words, he likes you that much he couldn't contain it anymore.

Jeongin felt obligated to help him since he is the one closest to him, "I'll help you, don't worry!" He assured him.

Seungmin sighed as if half of the effort has done by saying it.

"Now, can you unlock the door so we can get in?" Jeongin reminded him since they were still standing outside the door of their dorm.

Seungmin laughed because he felt like a fool, then hurriedly unlocked the door to let them both in.

Jeongin successfully secured a date for you and Seungmin, the plan was to go to the movies together then he would part with you after so the two of you could have the rest of the day together.

"She doesn't drink soda," Jeongin reminded Seungmin.

"That I know," Seungmin said.

"She likes caramel popcorn, she can't eat spicy food, and she's allergic to shrimp so I suggest avoiding seafood for dinner," he informed.

"Is there anything else? Things that I hadn't known before?" Seungmin seriously asked him.

Jeongin rolled his eyes because he just told him that now, he then think of all the pet peeves you have, "she hates someone who talks during movies, makes noise while eating, and is a messy eater," he added.

Seungmin heavily sighed, "well, I'm not Changbin so I shouldn't worry," he savagely remarked.

Jeongin laughed at him, "and oh, she doesn't like flowers,"

Seungmin scrunched his nose in confusion, "why?"

"Because she can't eat them," Jeongin lightly answered.

"Huh?"

Jeongin laughed again, "she'd rather receive food as a gift than flowers,"

"Oh!" Seungmin exclaimed, "she's interesting!" Seungmin said with that foolish smile of him.

"I know," Jeongin said, and it might have slipped his mouth, but every one can easily agree that you are different from other girls.

it also mazed him how much he knows about you more than he knows himself.

Jeongin elbowed Seungmin when he saw you coming their way.

"Am I late?" You asked them the moment you got in front of them.

Seungmin shook his head, "no, you actually come right on time," he said.

Jeongin's hand reached for a strand of stray hair and put it behind your ear, "the movie is about to start in fifteen minutes,"

"I don't like waiting long for movies as long as we got enough time to buy popcorn," Seungmin said.

You gasped, "oh my God, yes, me too!"

Jeongin watched as you and Seungmin went to buy popcorn and drinks for the three of you.

You got to sit in the middle between Jeongin and Seungmin, you shared a bucket of caramel popcorn with Seungmin while Jeongin enjoyed his butter popcorn.

"Why are we watching a horror movie?" You asked Seungmin.

"Because you like horror, right?" He asked you back.

You nodded.

You turned your head at Jeongin, who watched the movie through his half-shut eyes, "you can hold my hands if you're scared," you whispered to him, then offered your hand to him on the armrest of the seat.

He glared at you but you shot him a grin instead.

"Do not hesitate to hide on my shoulder," you teased him.

But Jeongin, fortunately, survived the horror movie with dignity still intact even though he had to close his eyes so tight when the scary scenes came on the screen.

You linked your arms with theirs and led them out of the cinema, "so, what are we having for dinner?" You asked them.

"I know a place," Seungmin quickly suggested a place.

Jeongin shot a glance at Seungmin and he quickly shot him a knowing glance back, gesturing that he knew what he was doing.

Jeongin was impressed that Seungmin chose just the right restaurant, and he saw you just as impressed with Seungmin’s choice.

"I've never been here before," you beamed as you looked around.

"I once went here to try the pasta," Seungmin answered as he slid the menu to you on the table.

You scanned the list of foods on the menu but couldn't decide on one, "why don't you recommend something for me," you said to him.

Seungmin was more than happy to do it, he smiled then looked down at the menu, explaining the foods he had here before.

Jeongin saw as both of your heads huddled close together across the table, laughing and talking, and Seungmin couldn't stop smiling.

And Jeongin took it as a cue that it was time for him to leave.

He cleared his throat and pretended to read a text on his phone, "I'm sorry, guys, but I think I have to go," he said to you and Seungmin.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "why?" You asked him.

"My mom needs me to buy her something," Jeongin answered as he took a jacket from the empty seat next to him.

"Can you do it later after dinner?" You asked.

Jeongin shook his head, "you know she wouldn't text me if it's not urgent," he explained.

"Well," you pouted, "be careful then!" You told him as he headed toward the exit.

You and Seungmin waved at him as he exited the restaurant.

When Jeongin walked out of the restaurant and watched you and Seungmin together, he felt something tugged in his chest, and it was probably because he felt like he wasn't part of the picture anymore.

But he should be happy that he paired you up with someone reliable like Seungmin and he likes you so much, plus, both of you are his good friends, he couldn't be happier.

Then again, why he was feeling the opposite?

He felt... something is not right.

And Jeongin had been walking for only God knows how long, if it wasn't for the raindrops hitting his face, he wouldn't realize it.

So he stood there, let the rain wash away his worries, and let it fall with every drop of rain until the end of his fingertips.

After a few weeks, Jeongin took it that the relationship between you and Seungmin was going well because he had seen Seungmin going out with you a few times now.

At one point, Jeongin got curious that he asked Seungmin about it but tried not to sound obvious.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin showed him a combination of outfits at him, but Jeongin shook his head, disagreed with his choice of jeans.

"I'm going to tell her today," Seungmin asked.

Jeongin stopped trailing his hands on the hanging clothes, "That's... that's great!" He half-heartedly said.

Seungmin took the jeans Jeongin had picked for him, "I'm still not sure if she likes me back, but I have a good feeling about this," he confidently stated while checking out his appearance in the mirror.

"But you went out with her several times already, shouldn't you have known by now?" Jeongin asked as he leaned his back against the wall.

"I know right? I shouldn't worry too much," Seungmin replied, even though that didn't answer Jeongin's question.

Jeongin became restless from that moment.

He regretted asking Seungmin in the first place because sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Seungmin came home earlier than he had expected, and a blank expression on his face.

Jeongin worried for him because he had never seen him like this, "are you alright? What happened?" He asked with his voice tinted with concern.

Seungmin went to the kitchen then poured himself a glass of water but didn't drink it, he just held the glass in his hand.

"I tell her everything..." Seungmin spoke so low as he tried to take a grasp of reality.

Jeongin tipped his head to the side in curiosity, "and then what happened?" He asked.

"She..." Seungmin sighed and gripped his glass tighter that his knuckles turned white.

"She just left without saying anything," he finished.

Jeongin jerked his head away in disbelief, that wasn't something you would do, because he knows how outspoken and straightforward you are as a person.

He wondered what happened to you? He got worried that he couldn't stay still, he hurriedly took his things and went to your place.

He knocked on your door a few times, "it's me," he announced.

"Can you open the door for me, please?" He pleaded.

He didn't hear anything from behind the door, but he believed you were inside, and he started to get panicked the longer you didn't open the door for him.

"I know what happened," he weakly said.

"I just want to see if you're alright,"

He knocked again a few times more for you to finally open the door.

You were crying, and he could see that from the puffy, red eyes and your hair was a mess.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You didn't say anything but headed back inside and let the door open to let him in. Jeongin followed you after closing the door behind him.

"Can you please say something?" He asked.

You stood there in the middle of the room looking out at the window, at the rain pouring outside and lightly tapping the glass.

He walked up to you, and you looked at him but didn't say anything to him.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Jeongin began as he put a hand on your arm.

"Didn't you say you know what happened?" You asked him back with such bitterness.

Jeongin sighed, but he understood your unpleasantness, "but why?" He asked you.

"Seungmin likes you so much," he said to you while searching for your eyes.

You put his hand away from you, "if you don't have anything else to say, you might as well just leave," you told him.

He sighed again and grabbed your hand by the wrist, "if you don't like him but feel bad for saying so, I can help you with it," he said.

You yanked your hand away and looked him in the eyes, "I like him," you said.

"I like him as a friend," you corrected, "especially because he's your friend,"

Jeongin nodded, "I can help you trying to-"

"And because I thought you like me," you meekly said to him.

Your eyes brimming with tears again as if those words were painful to admit.

"I always like you, Jeongin," you said to him.

"And I keep waiting, hoping that someday you'll say it to me," you muttered with tears streaming down your face, and you roughly wiped it with the back of your hand.

Jeongin's heart shrank as he looked at how vulnerable you were to him at that exact moment.

"And seeing you setting me up with someone else only means you don't like me, right?" You asked, your voice broke at the end of the sentence.

"I get it now, so can you please leave? I want to be alone," you told him as you swallowed the hot tears and wiped them away.

You walked to your bed and curled up on it, facing the window to see the rain that was somehow mimicked the tears that won't stop spilling out of your eyes.

You felt a hand on your arm and you turned your head to see Jeongin, sitting on the bed next to you and without warning, pressing his lips on you.

You pushed him away just enough, "Jeongin, what-"

He placed a kiss on your mouth again and lay beside you on the bed, pinned you down under him with a hand keeping your head still as he kissed you down.

"I like you too," he said to you with his face hovered above you.

"I like you so much that I can barely breathe," he breathlessly muttered with his eyes looking deep into yours.

"Jeongin..." you hoarsely called his name.

"I'm sorry that I kept you waiting," he said.

You held his face with your hands and brought it close to kiss him again. You opened your mouth for him to let him taste you more and let him put his weight on you to fully feel him on top of you.

You held him so close, so tight, then kissed him again on the mouth. You took his sweater off because you got the urge to feel his skin under your touch.

Jeongin couldn't ignore the strike of burning desire inside of him, and he let his hand glide down your body, admiring your curve and the softness of your skin.

With your legs hooked around his, Jeongin rubbed his growing bulge against your crotch repeatedly, seeking more friction with your body.

With your mouth latched with his, you moved your hands down to his jeans to snap open the button and unzip it without looking. After you successfully did, you slipped your hand inside to stroke his length in your hand.

He softly groaned against your mouth, he pulled the hem of your dress and impatiently put your underwear to the side to feel your wetness.

There was no excuse for him to be this haste, but he needed to be inside you, it was something that he couldn't perceive logically. The urge was just there, uncontrollable and almost primal.

Jeongin put your hand away so he could pull his jeans down enough to let his erection sprung free.

And the urge got out of control when you spread your legs out for him, "it's okay, I'm on the pill," you told him.

Jeongin teased your cunt with his fingers, milking your arousal until you got drenched in your arousal.

He positioned himself between your legs then slowly pushed his length inside while continuously groaning at how overwhelming you felt around him.

"You feel so good, oh," you breathlessly said when he fully buried inside you.

Jeongin groaned and kneeled on the bed, he pulled the cleavage of your dress down to expose your breasts.

He squeezed on the flesh and pinched on the nipples before finally starting moving against you.

And you looked at him the whole time he was fucking you, only shifted your gaze to see his cock slipping in and out of you and your eyes snapped back to him.

His jaws clenched, his mouth slightly parted open with a few low grunts slipped past, and his eyes pierced yours through his gaze.

Jeongin took a fistful of the front of your dress in his hand as leverage, then picked up the pace of his thrusts.

And you muffled your moans by pressing your lips together as he fucked you senseless, hands gripping his thighs on the bed.

Jeongin couldn't ask for a better view than this, seeing you fall apart underneath him, moaning a mix of pain and pleasure sounds, your breasts jiggling with every hard thrust he did on you.

His eyes went lower to where his cock going inside you, your tight cunt wrapped around his length so deliciously he didn't want to have it any other way.

He cursed under his breath as he thrust into you so hard it shattered you from the inside, you moaned out loud with mouth agape.

He felt you clench and sucked him in deeper, he knew you just cum around him.

And he kept going even though it was overwhelming to do so, and when he thought it couldn't get any better, a surge of immense pleasure ran through his body. He went as shallow as possible when he cum inside you, planting his seed so deep inside you with a hand that pinched the flesh of your thigh.

It felt like he just marked you down with his cum inside you.

And you looked like a beautiful mess to him as you rubbed his forearms while blissfully smiling at him.

"Did we just do that?" You asked him in disbelief.

Jeongin nodded with a faint smirk on his face.

"I think I tore your dress," he said to you when he spotted the torn fabric on the cleavage of your dress.

You lowly chuckled at him, "I can always buy a new one," you told him.

Somehow you both found it hot having sex out of impulse fully clothed like that.

He lowered himself on top of you, kissed your mouth, then kissed down your neck with his hand cupping your breast.

You held him close with your hands around his, "what about Seungmin?" You suddenly asked.

Jeongin propped an elbow against the mattress, "I'll talk it out with him," he replied.

"No, it's okay, I'll talk with him," you offered because it was between you and Seungmin in the first place.

"Were you going to keep it a secret if I didn't say anything about it?" You asked him.

Jeongin meekly nodded, "I'm afraid that I would only break our friendship," he answered.

You traced his sharp jaw with your fingertips while sadly smiling at him, relieved that there was nothing to hide from him anymore.

"No more secret," you said to him.

Except that Jeongin still has another secret inside of him, a secret that he wanted to keep a little longer because you probably wouldn't be ready for it yet.

The three words that would forever bind you with him, making you truly his.

But Jeongin nodded at your words, he swiped his big thumb over your lips before placing a tender kiss on you.

"No more secret," he repeated.

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