REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

DISTILLED.

Felix x reader. (s,f, a bit of angst)

Author's note: Breaking your trust issue (I created from Twin Flame) with this one!

Content warning: Mentions of smoking and alcohol as a way to cope with anxiety.

"Are you following me?"

You asked the guy who had been walking behind you since the moment you got out of the office right to where you were heading.

You recognized him as the new model in the company, he is gorgeous, of course. A slim face, sharp jaws, a button nose, and bleached blonde hair made him look like a fairy or an elf, or those beautiful mythical creatures in fantasy movies.

"Huh?" He pouted, or it seemed so to you cause his small lips were puckered, and his eyes widened at your question.

He pulled out his hands from his jacket pockets, "I'm actually on my way to the bar," he said, then pointed to the bar a few steps away from where you stood, the red neon sign flickered in the distance, which happened to be the place you were heading to.

Felix shrugged, then walked past you to the bar.

You weren't exactly being big-headed here by thinking you have someone stalked you, you were slightly concerned because who knows? Can't trust anyone these days.

You got into the bar and saw him already seated on one of the stools that faced the bar, you decided to sit on the opposite corner and ordered your drink.

When you got drunk enough, you stumbled on your way out and hugged yourself as you hailed a taxi.

Someone helped you get one, and it was him.

"I'm not following you," he quickly said, "just wanted to help," he added, then opened the taxi door for you.

You quickly got into the back of the taxi.

"Thanks," you muttered to him before closing the car door.

Funny thing is that wasn't the only time you met him in the bar, you met almost every night, after work.

It was either you came and saw him walk in, or he lifted his glass at you the moment he saw you coming to order your drink, him sitting in his usual spot next to a pool table and you in the corner of the bar drinking your liquor in silent.

You saw him talk to a few girls before, and you watched as he flirted with them but never saw him left with one, or maybe you didn’t watch long enough but at the end, you tried not to care so much.

And it became a habit, seeing each other in the bar, in the same place but not really together.

One night, he wasn't there and his stool was occupied by a stranger. Your liquor felt a little bitter that day and you wondered why?

You left early, walked out of the bar clutching your coat together to not let the cold seep in.

"You left early," someone said from behind you.

You looked over your shoulder and saw him, leaning against the wall next to the exit door, smoking a cigarette.

"The alcohol tastes weird today," you said to him with a soft smile, and that was odd because you didn't plan on it.

He tossed his cigarette butt on the concrete floor and stepped on it, "maybe we should start drinking together," he suggested, "I bet it will taste better,"

He stood there, waiting for your answer whether to come with him back inside the bar and drink with him or go home.

A taxi stopped by the side of the street and honked, "Taxi?" The driver asked.

You nodded.

"Maybe next time," you said to him, then got into the taxi.

He nodded and watched as you left with your taxi, leaving him alone outside the bar.

-

The next day at work, you accidentally met him in the lift, on your way down to the studio. A part of you was embarrassed about accusing him of stalking you once, and a part of you afraid that he would tell anyone at work about it, it was so awkward you wished you could shrink yourself into a microscopic size and not be seen by him.

You tried to avoid his eyes and looked away, it was so quiet inside the small chamber that you could hear the faintest sound of music playing through his headphones.

It was supposed to be a quick trip, but why did the lift work so damn slow that day, you just have no idea!

You glanced at him, and he was looking at you, his tongue poked the inside of his cheek with his mouth slightly parted open and hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

When the lift slid open, you immediately made your way out even though it was useless to avoid him since you'd be meeting him again for the photoshoot.

And worse, styling him yourself since you were the stylist.

Felix got out from the changing room and let you fix the clothes, pinned the part that need to be adjusted with some needle pins.

You styled him a few times already, but something about knowing each other’s secret made it feel a little bit uncomfortable.

"You didn't come to the bar last night," he said as you fixed the collar of his shirt.

In such proximity, you could see the freckles dusted both of his cheeks and on the bridge of his nose, how breathtaking it was, how beautiful!

You sighed to snap you out of the daze and adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, rolling it up to his elbow.

"I didn't feel well," you replied, a recollection of you curled up on the bed with your period cramps flashed through your mind.

"Are you going? Later?" He asked.

"No," you answered, you didn't even know if you wanted to go, but it was better to refuse, there are so many bars you could go to even if you decided to go. But it would be hard to find another bar where you can't bump into your coworkers or anyone else that you know.

"Too bad," he said, "I was hoping we can go together,"

It baffled you how his face didn't match his deep voice, sometimes you had to remind yourself it was really him talking to you.

You looked at the top button of his shirt, considering whether to let it open or not, you settled on the latter.

"Go to work!" You said to him and gently pushed him into the set.

You missed your bus home, or you saw it but decided not to get on it as you considered going to the bar, the temptation of having a few drinks and meeting him was hard to resist.

You eventually caved in, hailed a taxi to take you there.

You entered the bar, head snapped in the direction of his usual spot but didn't find him there. You laughed at yourself for being so disappointed not seeing him there, but since you were already there, you ordered a drink and sat on your usual corner, drinking your glass of liquor that burns the misery away.

"Can I sit here?" Someone asked.

You looked up and saw him, holding his drink, wearing a long-sleeved top that compliments his lean body.

"Sure," you answered.

He sat next to you, stretched out his legs in front of him, and reclined on his seat, "I can see why you like sitting here," he said.

It was the farthest booth in the bar where you could see the whole bar from there as you drink your alcohol.

"I know," you said.

As the night got late and the conversation flowed with every sip of drinks, ordered another when the glass magically drained by itself because of how much you talked to each other.

You got to learn more about him, that he's been modeling since he was a teenager, he had just come back from working out of the country, he was on a 3 months contract with your company and that he had been living with his ex-girlfriend since he hadn't got himself a place yet.

"Is that why you keep coming here?" You asked him, you didn't mean to shoot him that question but with the alcohol surging through your body, the filter in your head didn't work properly.

But Felix nodded then hissed when he tasted the bitter aftertaste of his alcohol.

"It's not easy looking for a place, I don't even know if I'll be staying long after the contract ends," he explained.

You played with your glass, watched as the ice on the bottom dissolved the longer you stared at it.

An idea went through your mind, "you know, actually, my roommate just moved out," you informed.

Felix's eyes widened, head tipped to the side, guessing where the conversation led this time.

"I've been looking for a roommate and haven't found one," you told him, then leaned forward on your seat.

"I mean if you're interested," you added.

Felix turned his head at you with his tongue poked the inside of his cheek again, "but I'm a guy," he said to you.

"Isn’t that obvious?" You asked him while rolling your eyes at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, "you don't mind having a guy roommate?"

"Well, you say it was only for a few months, so I don't really mind," you said with a shrug.

Maybe sober you wouldn't be this bold, but you never bothered having a male or female roommate in the first place, they were all the same to you.

Felix looked at you, and a smile slowly rose on his face, "I'd love that," he said.

He has an endearing smile, so warm, the kind that invited you to smile along with him, "I also kind of need the money," you quickly added.

He burst out laughing and almost spat his alcohol, "that's fair," he said to you

"Roommate?" You asked as you held your glass at him.

"Roommate," he said back, then clang his glass with you.

You collectively took sips of your alcohol with your eyes on each other.

-

Felix moved in at the end of the weekend.

His belongings weren't that much, just a few duffel bags and suitcases, you helped by dragging them to his bedroom that was once occupied by your best friend.

"I hope you don't mind sharing a bathroom with me!" You said as you dropped one of his bags on the bed.

"I don't mind at all!" He said, then put all of his suitcases to the corner of the room, then walked to open his duffel bag.

He rummaged inside and pulled out something, "I brought you something," he said.

You saw a bottle of liquor in his hand and grinned, "I like you already," you said to him.

You mixed the rum with cans of coke you have on the fridge, snacks scattered on the wooden table in the living room, sitting on the floor, and talking about random things.

"May I know who is your former roommate?" He asked out of pure curiosity.

You winced as you gulped your liquor, "A friend from college, we have lived together since the 2nd year of college," you answered.

"You must be really close," he said as he poured some coke into his glass.

You nodded, "so close to the point that I get so clingy to her," you admitted.

"Then why did she move out?"

"She moved in with her boyfriend because she got pregnant, so here I am," you answered, nursing your glass of liquor with a hand propped under your chin.

"Ah, I see," Felix exclaimed and gulped the last of his drink in one go.

You took a sip of your drink and laughed once you gulped it down your throat.

"I'm so drunk I can only taste the coke," you said to him.

Felix took a sip of your drink and laughed, "that's because it's only coke,"

You burst out laughing and finished your drink, "I think it's enough for me tonight," you said to him, slurring your words since you barely could keep your eyes open anymore.

"Me too," he said.

You got up from the floor and headed to your room, "Goodnight," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he shouted back before you closed the door behind him.

-

You were eating a bowl of cereal when Felix got up late on a Sunday, he walked out of his room with his messy hair with nothing but his sweatpants on.

"You look..." you trailed your words to find a word to describe his appearance, "charming!" You finished with a silly smile on your face.

Felix rubbed his eyes with his hand lingered on the doorknob of the bathroom door, "and you look..." he paused and looked at you, in your white tank top and shorts, reading glasses on, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, "cute!" He finished because he couldn't find another word to describe it.

When he got out of the bathroom, he found you in the kitchen.

"Coffee?" You asked without looking at him.

"Yes, please," he said, then sat on the stool pushed to the kitchen island.

You brought the coffee pot and put a mug in front of him, poured the steaming coffee into it. The smell of his first intake of caffeine woke him up in an instant that he hurriedly took a careful sip.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you as you washed also sipped your coffee across from him.

You hummed then leaned on the kitchen island, one hand propped on it and the other holding a coffee mug, "I'm going to my friend's house, she needs my help to paint her nursery room," you said.

Felix was looking at your face when you spoke but when his eyes caught the sight of your nipples poking through the fabric of your tank top, his mind almost went off the rail.

"What about you?" You asked back.

Felix took a big sip of his coffee this time, and it burned his tongue, "I'm meeting some friends for lunch," he answered.

You nodded then finished your coffee, "I used to cook breakfast, but since we both got up late, there's a cereal on the top cabinet," you informed him.

"Okay," Felix responded and tried to avoid looking down at your chest.

You put your dirty mug on the sink and walked back to your bedroom, touched his shoulder on your way, and said, "I'll take the first turn to shower then,"

And he couldn't help but look at your backside with shorts that barely covered it.

Apart from getting slightly shocked whenever you see him walking around the apartment half-naked, either he got no shirt on or with just a towel hanging low around his hips when he got out of the bathroom, you had no problem living with him.

Felix could be a serious person sometimes but he is a very warm person, totally the opposite of his appearance. He is also easy-going, relaxed, and always knows how to make the people around him comfortable with his presence and vice versa.

He agreed to not tell anyone that he is your roommate, because surprise! People would be judgemental about two opposite sex living in one apartment as roommates even though we live in the 21st century.

Also, you both agreed to never talk about personal things at work.

One day though, Felix got too relaxed as you altered his oversized sweater, kneeling in front of him to tuck one side of his sweater into his jeans and secured it with a safety pin.

"Let's watch that new movie on Netflix tonight," he said to you.

And maybe because you were also too comfortable with him, you said, "I don't want to watch a mellow, rom-com movie," you said to him.

"But I don't like horror," he said.

And that night, you relented and endured almost two hours of soppy, cheesy romantic movie where the guy gets the girl at the end.

"I need a drink," you said, then turned your head at him.

"At least, give me a moment to recover from the movie," he said to you.

You softly chuckled, didn't expect him to enjoy this kind of movie, everything you guessed about him was wrong.

Maybe it was wise to not judge a person by its cover.

"I'll get the drink then," you offered, taking the bottle of liquor you stashed under the sink.

It was nice to drink at home since Felix lived with you, everything felt right at its place, pleasant. Ultimately, it was nice having someone living with you again and not coming home to the vast emptiness and silence that made you seek for alcohol to get a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Felix was already in the kitchen when you walked out of the bathroom in your bathrobe and dried your hair with a towel.

"Good morning!" He said to you.

"Good morning!" You said back.

"I'll make coffee," he announced to you, "have a cup ready for you," he added.

You smiled at him, "thank you!"

As you sipped your coffee already dressed for work, Felix put an envelope full of cash inside, "here's the money for the rent," he said, "I'm not trying to be rude with the cash, but I haven't taken care of my bank account here so..."

You lightly laughed at him, "I understand, Felix," you acknowledged, "Thank you," you said and took the envelope with you.

You realized he put money worth of three months rent in there when you deposited it into your account during lunch break, you immediately called him on the phone.

"Felix, I thought we agreed that you only have to pay for two months' rent," you blabbered, feeling unease because you weren't really meant it when you said you needed the money.

You heard him chuckle at the end of the line, "it's okay. I put extra money for groceries and other things," he answered.

"I can't accept this. I'll give it back to you," you talked into the phone as you headed back to the office.

"Please don't! I'll be offended if you do," he said.

You pushed the button to get a lift back to your floor, "but this is a lot of money," you said to him.

When the lift slid open, you saw him inside and scoffed, he too smiled when he saw you getting into the lift.

You hung up the call and stood next to him, "Felix, we agre-"

"And I thought we agreed not to talk about personal things here," he cut you off.

"Just take it, please," he pleaded.

You sighed, felt uneasy getting that much money from him, but he was also right, it was rude for you to refuse his good intention.

"Okay," you relented, "drinks are on me tonight then!" You said to him.

You had been tossing and turning on your bed for a while, couldn't sleep with the silence that slowly swallowed you up from the inside, a silence that conjured so many unwanted thoughts, a silence that made you think out loud.

Then you heard the front door open, it must be Felix coming home late.

You heard his heavy footstep as he walked to his bedroom, you got up from the bed to check, went out of your bedroom, and saw his bedroom door left ajar.

You tiptoed your way and didn't know why you did it in your own apartment, poked your head inside just to see him sitting on his bed, smoking in the dark, half-naked.

"Hey," he said the moment he spotted you, "I thought you're sleeping,"

You sheepishly smiled at him with half of your body appearing from behind the door, "I can't sleep," you said.

"Want a smoke?" He offered.

You didn't smoke but felt invited to try again, you entered his bedroom and sat next to him on the bed, resting your back on the headboard.

He handed you his cigarette pack, but you took the one he smoked from between his lips. You took a slow, careful drag on the cigarette, then inhaled. Exhaled the fume after a few seconds, and saw smoke billowing out of your mouth.

He took the cigarette from you and took a haste drag, "you smoked before," he said to you as smoke came out of his nostrils.

You softly chuckled, "the last time I smoked was last year of college, I think," you told him.

"You don't mind me smoking in here, are you?" He asked.

You shook your head.

"I have the window open," Felix said, pointing to the window slightly left ajar that made the curtain fly out with every gust of wind.

"You came home late," you said.

Felix didn't reply but took another cigarette from the pack, lit it up right away with a lighter that made his face glow amber.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like an annoying roommate," you quickly added.

"No, no, no," Felix quickly denied, "I was out to get the rest of my things from my ex's house," he explained.

"Oh?" You didn't know what to say, this was news to you.

"I lived with her before I went abroad for work, so, yeah," he paused to take another drag of his smoke, "that was also why we broke up," he finished, then flicked the ash off his cigarette.

You felt bad for making him explain things that you didn't intend to find out, but also a bit surprised to know how serious his relationship was with his former partner.

"And here I thought you were really living out of suitcases," you playfully said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Felix chuckled, "that wasn't entirely wrong," he responded.

Somehow all these little talks and smoking in the dark made you feel drowsy that you slumped down, your head rested on the pillow of his bed.

"Do you mind if I lay down for a bit?" You mumbled to him, lying on your side to face him.

"Not at all," he replied.

But when you woke up, the sun shone through the window. Felix was still sleeping with his back facing you, half-naked with the skin of his back glowed under the morning sunlight.

You immediately walked out of his bedroom before he noticed that you slept on his bed until morning.

Once you were back inside your bedroom, you stood with your back leaning against the door and wondered how you could sleep that well without help from alcohol.

-

Felix was sitting on the sofa with a laptop on his lap when you came out of the bedroom, running out of breath.

"Felix, I need your help," you said to him.

He looked up from his laptop, "what's up?"

"Wait here," you told him then went back inside your bedroom and came back with two dresses in soft colors.

You showed them to him, "Which one?" You asked.

Felix had a puzzled look on his face, "but you are a stylist," he said to you.

"And you think a stylist doesn't need opinions?" You rolled your eyes at him.

Felix took his time, biting on his thumb as he considered between the two dresses as his life depended on it.

"The left one," he finally answered.

Felix opted for the ivory-colored one with tiny flower prints on it and frilled sleeves.

"Okay," you said to him, agreeing with him.

"I'll put it on!" You said to him, then headed back to your bedroom to change.

You came up to him to help you with the zipper, and he helped you without you needing to say a word.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he pulled the zipper up.

"My friend's baby shower," you answered.

"Can I come with you?"

"Huh?"

"It's okay if I'm not allowed. I just don't have any plans for today," he said the plopped down back on the sofa.

"No, I mean, you'd probably get bored being there," you explained on the way you reacted to his question earlier.

"But there will be some drinks there, right?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

There were drinks there but not the kind that he expected, it was a baby shower, after all, the guests were mostly females, and a few kids were running around the place.

When you met your friend, you had to quickly introduce him before she gets the wrong idea, "Felix, my roommate," you introduced.

You handed her your gift for the baby, and Felix left you to catch up with your friend. And after a while, you looked for him, he was standing in the kitchen, eating fruit slices with a champagne flute in hand.

"I'm sorry for taking you here," you said as soon as you stood next to him.

Felix turned his head at you and shoved a strawberry into your mouth, "I'm the one who asked you to take me with you," he said.

You chewed on the strawberry and took the glass in his hand to wash it down with champagne. You put down the empty glass on the table and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go!" You said as you pulled him in the direction of the door.

"Where?"

"Get some real drinks!" You said.

It was a bit too soon for drinks that when you arrived at the bar you used to come to, there were only a few people there.

But it was nice because you both could play a game of pool and drinking in between.

Felix closed one eye to get a good aim of the cue ball he meant to hit but missed.

You mockingly laughed at him, "I hate to tell you this, but you suck," you said to him.

Felix was not amused with your statement, he glared with his tongue poked his cheek again.

You came and took his position, bending down against the pool table, took your aim with your cue ready to hit the ball and shot.

You successfully sent a ball down into the corner pocket and shrugged condescendingly at him.

Felix gulped his drink, irritated, and lost the game to you in the end.

When the bar started to get packed as the night getting late, you took it as the time to come home and took a taxi home, stumbled into the backseat of the taxi together with Felix, laughing with your head slightly dizzy from the alcohol.

You didn't know how you got there, but it took you a while to know that you were lying on Felix's bed with his arm under your head as a pillow.

You turned your head to the side and saw him smoking, pinned the cigarette between his index and middle finger as he exhaled some smoke.

It felt nice, this quietness, and you never felt comfortable with it before, it didn't make you feel lonely like it used to and didn't make you think of sorrowful things that keep you awake at night.

"I lost my dear sister when I was 13, and I missed her terribly much every day," you suddenly admitted while staring at the ceiling, you felt a twinge in your heart when you remembered your sister.

Maybe it was the alcohol that made you lowered your guard down, made you completely open, honest and fragile to him.

"And when my best friend said she wanted to move out, it reminded me of that feeling," you said to him.

"This crippling anxiety that someone would leave me at any time," you said, and you felt a hot tear roll down the corner of your eye.

"When I'm on my own, that fear amplified," you sighed as another tear rolled down the side of your face.

Felix had been quiet and stopped smoking, turned his head to look at you with his hand squeezed your shoulder to assure you he was there.

"People don't realize this," you said, "but loneliness is underrated,"

Felix nodded, agreed with everything you said.

He let out a low, deep sigh before he spoke, "I've been living out of my suitcases, from place to place, and I understand," he said.

"I could be in a crowd but still feel lonely. Never truly connected with anyone," he added.

He turned his body to face you, his forehead met the side of your face, "so, trust me! I know how you feel," he said.

You closed your eyes and let you drown in all these mixed feelings: sadness, fear, comfort, relief, tranquility.

But on top of all, you felt validated that even with all these feelings, you are just a human being.

Felix pulled you into a hug, letting you rest your head in his neck that you could smell his musky perfume with a hint of cigarette smoke, and sunlight.

He hummed with his mouth close to your forehead, "I happen to like cuddles," he said.

You giggled and slipped your hands under his arm to hold him back and fell asleep like that, in each other’s warm embrace.

-

Felix always had his bedroom room left ajar, sleeping or not, even when he changed his clothes. And you walked into his room every night, just talking about everything until you both fell asleep.

It had become a habit for you to sleep together on his bed, and he didn't mind any of it, he liked having someone to hold when he sleeps.

That night, you decided to watch a movie together on his bed, your knees bent with a bowl of popcorn on your lap when suddenly his phone rang on the bedside table.

You heard him talking on the phone, glimpses of his conversation and guessed that it must be his ex-girlfriend, a bit of argument, and Felix constantly groaned at his end.

He got up from the bed, "Sorry, I have to go," he said to you, began picking up some clothes to wear.

"No worries, we can continue this later," you said to him and paused the movie.

Felix put on a thin smile as he pulled up his jeans and buttoned them, "My ex-girlfriend keeps asking me to come," he complained, then put a shirt on.

And your guess was right, it was indeed his ex-girlfriend. You looked down because it was getting weird to stay in his room, you immediately got up from the bed and took the bowl of popcorn to the kitchen.

Felix came out of his room not long after, putting on his shoes in a rush, "don't wait for me," he said to you, "bye!"

"Bye!" You said back, but he already closed the door behind him.

You opened the lower cabinet to search for something but found a bottle of liquor instead, sealed and unopened. That was when you got the realization that you didn’t need alcohol to help you sleep anymore since you shared a bed with Felix.

But that night, you suddenly crave for it, or you didn't want to let your thoughts eat you alive like they usually do to you.

You hesitated for a moment before unscrewing the cap of the bottle, then poured some into a glass, gulped it one go, and took another until your mind got dull with nothing but the burn of the alcohol on your tongue.

-

Felix came home at dawn.

He stopped by the door of his bedroom door and stared at yours for a moment, he didn't know why but he got the urge to check on you.

Your door wasn't locked nor completely shut, he could easily push it open and found you sleeping, curled up on your bed.

He came to put a duvet over your body up to your chest, he lingered for a while just to watch you sleep.

He had been doing that since that night you fell asleep on his bed after saying you would only lay down for a bit, he immediately put out his smoke the second he knew you were sleeping.

He removed the hair that fell around your face and put it back, softly brushed them to the back as he listened to your low purrs, so adorable and cat-like.

He lay next to you, watching you peacefully sleeping with a hand under your cheek until he too, fell asleep on his pillow.

Felix didn't realize how much he loves having someone lying next to him until he shared a bed with you.

He so badly wanted to lay next to you on your bed but decided not to, the morning was only a few hours away, and you needed the rest, so he left for his room.

He was surprised to find you still in the apartment when he woke up late, "you're not going to the office?" He asked with eyes still blurry with sleep.

You put on a jacket, "No, but I'm going out of town for a photoshoot," you answered and dragged a suitcase out of your bedroom.

"Oh?"

You put on your boots next and headed to the threshold.

"When will you be back?" He asked, following you to the front door and leaning against the wall.

"I don't know, tomorrow, I guess?" You answered with a hint of doubts in them.

You paused for a moment to see if you had forgotten something, when you were sure you got everything, you opened the door.

"Felix?" You called before getting out of the door.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't set the apartment on fire when I'm away," you said and grinned, waving bye at him.

With you being away, Felix had plenty of time to kill after work when going to the bar didn't excite him as it used to because he had to go without you.

He came home early and searched for some drinks when the doorbell rang, he half-jogged to the door to open it only to find his ex-girlfriend.

"You look excited to see me!" She said to him.

Felix scratched the back of his head, slightly irritated by her presence. She probably thought he was waiting for him when he actually expecting someone else.

Then he realized something.

"Wait, how do you know-"

"Are you going to let me in or not?" She cut him off, "I'm coming with all of your things," she added, gesturing to a few bags of his belongings.

Felix had no choice but stepped away and let her into the apartment, then carried the bags to his bedroom while his ex-girlfriend looked around the place.

When she sauntered to your bedroom door, he quickly stopped her, "that's my roommate's bedroom," he said.

"You have a roommate," she exclaimed and nodded, "where is he now?"

"Out of town for work," he shortly replied.

She came up to him, close enough that she could see his freckles, "we have the place to ourselves then," she said, then slowly leaned in.

Felix politely dodged away from her kiss, "please, don't do that! We broke up, remember?" He reminded her.

"But you came to me that night when I need you," she responded, putting a hand on his chest.

"I was worried because you were out late and drunk," Felix explained, "and you won't stop drunk calling me,"

She took his hand, "I don't remember why I broke up with you," she sadly said, "I want us to get back together. And live with me again,"

Felix sighed because she had been asking it for every time they met, he knew she was lying when she said she couldn't remember why they broke up. She always blamed him for leaving, he wouldn't if she didn't cheat on him in the first place, he wouldn't have gone abroad for work.

"Just give us one more chance," She asked with her hands on his waist.

Felix gently put her hands away and held them, "That's enough! Let me get you a taxi home," he said to her.

"Felix, please?" She pleaded this time.

Felix hated to do this to her, but it was something that he needed to do, "Let's not see each other again. Our relationship ended here. You'll find someone better than me, trust me!" He said to her.

She started crying because she knew there was no way of getting back together again.

He sent her off after hailing a taxi for her right outside the apartment building, he got back to the apartment and pulled out a bottle of drink, he took the first sip of alcohol that slowly numbed his mind away, took another until he could fall asleep without thinking of anything.

Felix had a taste of what it felt like when you were living alone in this apartment the next day as he lay awake on his bed at night, not doing anything because smoking didn't even help and alcohol tasted bitter in a time like this.

He missed you.

He missed having you around, talking goofy stuff with you before bed, and lying next to you, having a living, breathing someone next to him that he could hold as he sleeps.

He slept on your pillow that night with your scent that clung to it helped him lull him to sleep.

Felix thought he dreamed of you coming home that he woke up in the middle of the night, walked out of his bedroom, and went to yours.

His heart palpitation seeing you lying on your side on the bed that he climbed onto the bed and slept next to you, putting a hand around your waist and drinking the scent that gave him a sense of comfort.

He woke up in the morning with your finger on his cheek, "what are you doing?" He slurred his words.

"Playing connect the dots with your freckles," you answered with a gleeful smile.

Felix softly smiled and took your hand in his, "Good morning!" He said to you.

A hand reached to pet your head, even with a layer of exhaustion on your face you still look beautiful to him, your lips looked so soft and delicate like a blooming flower.

Felix lifted himself to hover above you and slowly pressed a kiss on your lips.

5, 6, 7 seconds you counted in your head until he pulled away but stayed hovering above you, looked into your eyes.

The kiss surprisingly felt natural like the two of you had done it before and only figured out about it now.

You placed a hand on his jaw and kissed him this time, 5,6,7 you counted in your head, then slowly let go.

"Good morning!" You finally greeted back.

He smiled at you, brighter than the morning sun and warmer than a summer day.

Just like he couldn't get enough of the taste, he kissed you again and braved himself to kiss you longer, swiping his tongue over your lips that it was wet when he let go.

Your hand flew to cover your mouth, "I haven't kissed in a long time," you meekly admitted.

"Shh..." he shushed you, then put your hand away so he could kiss you, prying your mouth open with his tongue.

5, 6, 7 you counted in your head, but it seemed like the kiss would last longer than that.

You gave in, opening your mouth to him to let him deepen the kiss, tasting you more.

He ran a hand on your chest, his fingers easily found your nipple poking through the fabric of your black tank top, and began circling on it with his mouth still connected with you.

He let go of the kiss and propped an elbow against the mattress, looking at his hand playing with your clothed nipples just like he had fantasized for every time he saw you walk around the apartment in your tank top, how it made him slightly aroused that he wanted to bite it through the fabric.

And he used the opportunity to do it, lowered his mouth on your clothed nipple, and gently tugged it between his teeth along with the fabric.

He let go, quickly put soothing rubs on your nipple, then switched to the other one, he opened his mouth and took your breast into his mouth, slowly pulled away to tug your nipple between his teeth again.

You lowly moaned, and a hand slipped inside his hair as his tongue wetted your nipple through the fabric.

Felix withdrew himself and put a hand under to pull your tanktop upward, exposing your breasts to him, smooth and firm just like how he pictured in his head.

He didn't waste time but to bury his head on your chest, kneading on your breasts, pinching on the flesh, mouth sucking and licking your nipple, while his hand rolled the other nipple between his fingers.

You looked at his mouth wrapped around your hardening buds, making them swollen and wet with his saliva.

Felix dragged his mouth down, placing kisses on your ribcage and down to your stomach, where he heard your stomach growled when he kissed your abdomen.

You immediately covered your face with your hands out of shame while Felix chuckled with his chin on your stomach.

"Come on! I'll cook you breakfast!" He said then took you to the kitchen and let you watch him cook you a plate of breakfast of scrambled eggs and toasts.

He sat next to you and ate breakfast together, sipping your coffee in silence, laughed when your eyes met even though there was nothing funny.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "No, but I'm going to stay in,"

"Good idea," he said with a smile.

You decided to continue watching the movie you both once stopped watching because he had to go that night, but with you sitting so close on the sofa together, he couldn't focus on it.

All he could think about was having his way with you, slipped a hand under the strap of your tank top, and twirled it around his little finger.

You snapped your head in his direction, sheepishly smiled at him, sensing his needs, and you delivered. He lifted your legs and put them on his lap, a hand rubbed your thighs and roamed around your body.

You put a hand around his neck and brought your face close to him, pressing a kiss in which he eagerly returned with twice the enthusiasm.

You took each other’s clothes off with the movie was still playing in the background until you both got naked on the sofa with you underneath him.

"Do you have any condoms?" He asked you along with a caress on your cheek.

You nodded, "but it's inside the drawer, in my bedroom," you answered.

"Let me go get it," you offered.

But Felix pushed you down back on the sofa, "It's okay, I'll get it,"

It was awkward waiting for him, lying naked, completely exposed on the sofa, you quickly covered yourself with the quilt from the headrest of the sofa.

He came back after a few minutes, putting two foil packets on the table, and you wondered why since you only needed one.

He tore the packet with his teeth and put it on before lying next to you again.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sensed that you went rigid against his lips.

"I'm okay," you replied.

But your answer didn't comfort him. He put his hand under your chin and made you look at him in the eyes, "Hey, we don't have to do anything," he said to you.

You sighed and clasped your hand with his, "I want this," you paused to lick your lips, "I'm just a little nervous,"

"Nervous? Why?"

You tried to find words to describe it but couldn't find any, "I just don't feel confident about all this," you meekly admitted.

"You don't feel confident about what? This?" He ran his thumb over your lips and gave it a soft peck.

Then slid down his hand to every inch of your body, "you're so heavenly," he murmured, "and beautiful that I dreamed of touching you every night," he shamelessly admitted.

You got flustered, and it looked adorable to him, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger then kissed you, hard and deep.

One of his hands went down to your cunt, making fluttering little touches on your delicate flesh, tracing your folds, gently circling on your clit until you were drenched with your arousal.

When he pushed his length inside you, you both let out a collective gasp.

It was such a long time coming, you filled each other in an inexplicably satisfying way. You hooked your legs around his waist as his hips bore down into you, deeper and deeper in slow, steady thrusts.

Your nails clawed the skin on his back, gripped his shoulders when the pleasure became too unbearable without breaking eye contact with him.

The movie had stopped playing, and it was quiet in the room, you could hear every intake of his breath and the low grunts he let out through his gritted teeth.

The afternoon sun made his skin glow and warmth to the touch, he made the sex painstakingly slow as a way to relax you in the process and made you feel all the pleasure he brought on you.

He foolishly smiled at you, "you feel so good around me," he said to you, then pressed haste yet gentle kiss on your lips.

You clenched around him and held him closer, lifted your knees higher, sending him deeper inside you.

Felix couldn't hold himself back anymore when he felt like his cock being sucked in deeper inside you, he quickened the pace until you couldn’t contain your moans anymore.

You let the noise you made resound in the room, bouncing from walls to walls and ringing in Felix's ears that riled him up in the best way possible.

You cum almost at the same time, bodies slick with a thin layer of sweat, pressed on top of each other on the sofa.

He kissed your neck as you squirmed under him, eyes closed from relishing the waves of pleasure washing over you.

You both spent the rest of the afternoon lying naked, cuddling on the sofa, looking into each other’s eyes with kisses in between.

"I miss you," he muttered to you, he wanted to say that to you the moment he woke up.

You traced his freckles on his cheek with your thumb, "I miss you too," you said to him.

More kisses and cuddles later, the other condom on the table put to use.

For dinner, you ordered some food, ate it in the living room, sat on the floor, continued watching the movie until the end after.

You showered together before bed and slept on your bed that night, with him spooning you from the back and kissing your bare shoulder and neck until you fell asleep. His kisses on your neck woke you up in the morning with his hand freely roaming around your body and eventually pulling your underwear down, there was no way of stopping him.

Or you didn't want to stop him, either way, the morning sex was lovely.

You decided to spend the day going out together: watched a movie, did a little walk around the park, had a cup of coffee, and eventually dinner.

It felt weird being stared at, mostly people stared at Felix, then at you, probably wondering why someone as attractive as him would be with someone like you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little insecure about yourself and looked down at your feet while you were walking down the street with him.

"How about ice cream?" He suddenly asked, pointing to the ice cream parlor across the street.

"Are you even allowed to eat ice cream?"

"Why not?

You scoffed, "aren't you suppose to be like... watch your weight or something?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You're a model," you reminded him.

"Yeah, but nothing can stop me from eating ice cream," he said.

He pulled you by your hand as you both crossed the street and entered the shop, looking down at the selection of ice cream flavors.

"Which one do you want?" He asked, "the peanut butter one looks tasty," he added, almost salivating at the sight of the ice cream in front of him.

"Chocolate," you shortly replied, "always chocolate," you said again as you looked up at him.

"Okay," he said then went to order.

He settled on the peanut butter and you with the chocolate one. He hummed in joy once he tasted his ice cream.

"That good?" You asked him.

He grinned, "yes, you want to try?"

You nodded.

But instead of feeding you a spoon, he kissed you.

"There," he beamed.

You gave him a puzzled look, "I said I want a taste,"

"Yes, you got to taste it through me," he said.

You chuckled but were also flustered because he did it while the two of you were still inside the ice cream parlor.

You stole a spoonful of his ice cream and shoved it into your mouth as fast as possible before he could snatch it away.

"You're sneaky," he said with a glare.

You smirked at him, and he pulled you close, leaned in.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take back what's mine," he said.

You dodged away and immediately pulled away from him, making your way out of the ice cream parlor while he chased you from behind.

It was a nice weekend, the one that you didn't expect that at the end of the night, he would be lying next to you and kissing you so tenderly, making your heart flip with inexplicable joy.

"I'm so sleepy," you told him, looking at him with his head rested on the pillow with his eyes crinkles like he got stars in them.

He cupped your jaw, "go to sleep, then," he muttered with a breathy, deep voice.

You gave his lips a quick peck on the lips, "Goodnight," you murmured, then nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck.

"Goodnight," he said back to you, then kissed the top of your head.

The day began with the smell of breakfast wafting through the bedroom door that woke Felix up from his sleep.

You were cooking pancakes in the kitchen when he came out of your bedroom, he came behind you and slipped his hands around your waist.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled with his chin on your shoulder, "let's go back to bed," he added.

You softly chuckled and put your hands on his, "I have to go to work," you said to him.

You dragged the plate of pancakes you made for him, "here! take a bite!" You told him.

He didn't steer but opened his mouth at you.

You cut a piece with a fork and fed him with it, watching him eat to see his reaction.

"Good?"

He nodded, "really good," he hummed.

"Then go have a seat and eat your breakfast," you told him.

But he tightened his hold around you, not willing to let go, sticking with you, hugging you from the back that you could feel the warmth from his bare upper body.

He kissed your neck with hands moved up to palm your breasts with fingers playing with your clothed nipples.

"Felix," you grumbled but didn't stop him because it wouldn't do much to him.

He groaned with his mouth pressed on the skin on the back of your ear.

"What is it with you, mmh?" He whispered into your ear while his hands went under your t-shirt to knead on your breasts, "I can't stop touching you," he finished, fingers lightly circling your hardening buds.

With his voice that got deeper in the morning, his words instantly sent a chill down your spine.

You turned your head at him to speak, but he quickly captured your lips in a titillating kiss and didn't hesitate to use his tongue.

"Your breakfast is getting cold," you said against his lips and tried to slow him down by putting your hands on his but failed.

"I have to go to work," you reminded him again as he tugged your lower lip between his teeth.

He didn't care, ignored your warning, and deepened the kiss, pinned you against the kitchen island with his body that you had no other option but to give in to his desire.

-

You had been smiling at yourself at work.

Smiling for every time your hand touched your lips, you remembered how his lips felt against yours.

When you caught your reflection in the mirror, you remembered how his hands traced every part of your body, and it led you to the recollections of how he fucked you on the kitchen island that morning, exactly five hours ago.

You could hear his deep grunts in your ear and his hips incessantly thrusting into you while mouth making marks on your chest.

When you looked down, your thighs pressed together under the desk, and you glanced at the clock on the computer screen, it was time to head down to the studio.

You met the art director in the elevator, she was your senior in college and also the one who recommended you to work in the company.

You met her several times and worked with her for some photoshoots. She smiled when she saw you got into the elevator.

"I haven't seen you in a while," she beamed.

"Yeah," you answered, you weren't close with her, but it would be weird to call her an acquaintance.

"You're styling for today," she said.

"Yes," you answered.

You almost laughed when you saw Felix come into the studio but quickly reminded yourself that you were working, you had to be professional.

Felix kept his cool, stayed quiet while you styled his clothes, and adjusted them on his body. You leaned in to put on a brooch on his shirt, it was hard to focus when his face was only inches away from you and your instinct telling you to kiss him.

Felix reached for the neckline of your blouse, pulled it down a little to see the purple mark he made this morning then smirked in satisfaction.

"Look so good with it," he said to you.

You didn't reply, but he could see the faint smile on your face, he slipped his thumb inside your blouse until his finger met your bra, inserted two fingers inside to play with your nipples.

He sighed, "so hard," he breathlessly said to you.

"Felix, please?" You said to him with your head looking around to see if anyone saw.

Your plead sounded the same but different from the one he heard this morning, you said the exact words to him when he felt you clenched around him, so close to your climax with your hand gripped his shoulder and eyes watching as his cock slipped in and out of you in relentless pace.

The one he heard this morning was lustful, tinted with a little bit of desperation, but the one he heard a minute ago, sounded anxious, almost panicked.

You pulled his hand out of your blouse with a sly smile plastered on your face, then went kneeling in front of him to adjust the length of his jeans.

But Felix could only think of filthy things when you looked up through your lashes as you kneeled in front of him, his hand reached for your chin, tilting your head up at him, and slowly pushed his thumb inside your mouth.

You stayed still for a while, then wrapped your mouth around his thumb, then gently sucked on it, you saw him looking at you with lustful eyes with teeth faintly biting his lower lip.

Felix hissed with the thought of having his cock in your mouth rather than his thumb, your slick tongue twirled around his thumb, and when you pulled it out, it was wet with your saliva.

He poked his cheek with his tongue again, giving you the eyes that would make you melt into him if you weren't at work.

"Oh, fuck," he lowly cursed under his breath when you got up from the floor.

You put a hand on his chest, "now, go to work!" you said to him.

Felix let out a scoff as he watched you leave, head filled with so many things he wanted to you later once he got you alone with him.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you waited for Felix to change into his last outfit for the photoshoot, it was a text from an unknown number.

I saw your ad on the bulletin board that you're looking for a roommate. Is it still available?

The sender asked in the text.

You forgot that you put on an ad through the internal office memo about looking for a roommate, got you realized that Felix's rent was about to end this month, a week away to be precise.

Felix got out of the changing room and stood facing you, saw you immediately put your phone away.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," you quickly replied.

Your phone rang again when you were on your way back to your apartment, with both of your hands carrying bags of groceries that you kicked the door close behind you.

You put the bags down on the kitchen counter and saw a new message.

I'm sorry, but I need to know if it is still available.

I happen to be looking for a place asap.

You felt bad for not replying, but you were also incapable of making a decision, it would be better to talk about it with Felix first, whether he wanted to stay or leave.

Your fingers hesitantly typed a reply but abruptly stopped when you heard the doorbell ring, you scoffed thinking that it must be Felix being playful, but when you opened the door, it wasn't him.

-

Felix felt relaxed knowing that his contract had finished and that he didn't have to bump into his ex-girlfriend at work again. He got home late since he had to visit his agency for the next job contract, he hurriedly got out of the elevator the second the door slid open and got into the apartment.

He heard you were showering, took off his clothes without thinking, and joined you in the shower.

He snaked his hands around you the moment he got in, "you didn't wait for me," he said to you, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

You sighed and turned off the water, "why you didn't tell me that your ex-girlfriend is someone that I worked with?"

He slowly retracted his mouth, he was taken aback by the question.

He meant to tell you from the very beginning but he thought it was unnecessary since he had already broken up.

Letting you know that the art director you worked with would only make you awkward around her.

"She's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up, there was nothing between us anymore," he defended himself.

"I don't care in what state of relationship you're in. She came here looking for you," you told him.

"Not only that she knows that I live with you, but she also thinks that I steal you from her," you added, pulling your towel from the rack and getting out of the shower.

"I never told her about where I live," he said, following you out of the shower stall, "she visited once before, but she didn't know that I live with you," Felix stuttered his words.

"Oh so, she magically knows where you live?" You snapped and wrapped yourself with a towel.

"I don't know how she knows," Felix pulled your hand, forcing you to face him when he talked.

"It's not just about that, Felix," you sighed in exasperation.

"Can you imagine what shit I would get once everyone at work knows what I did to someone that I work with?"

Felix got quiet, he knew he had done something wrong. He should have told you, he should have come clean about everything.

Felix understood that you must be feel betrayed by him for keeping such information from you and that you were mad because of it. He came to your bedroom after pacing around the room for quite some time to finally braved himself to enter your bedroom.

He couldn't stand not being with you and had a chance to explain everything, he got on the bed and settled himself next to you but didn't touch you like he usually does, he just lay there facing your back.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to you in the dark, weren't sure if you were still awake or not.

You didn't steer and stayed quiet, but Felix kept looking at your back and hoping you would turn around to face him, telling him that you forgive him.

But what you said was the complete opposite.

"We shouldn't have been involved with each other in the first place," you said without looking at him.

"Please, don't say that. I never regret anything about us," he said to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as if it would magically change your mind.

"You should start looking for another place to stay," you told him.

It was a hard thing to do, it felt bitter on your tongue, rancid. A lump grew in your throat as you held back your tears, like a lump of hot coal clogging your windpipe.

But you were glad he was there with you, at least you could sleep your misery away.

Felix woke up to an empty bed, it seemed like you left for work early, to avoid him.

Just like it was timed, Felix had to go out of town for work at the end of the week, and he packed some stuff in a duffel bag for the trip.

Since your argument that day, you came home and went straight to your room, kept your door shut, and he only saw you a few times in the kitchen.

That night, he knocked on your bedroom door.

He felt uneasy if he had to leave without saying anything, he waited until you opened the bedroom door.

"Yes?" You asked him and stayed at the door, not letting him in.

"I'm leaving out of town tomorrow," he said, "for a few days,"

And you didn't say anything but stood there with one hand lingered on the handle of the door.

"I know my rent ends this week, and I'll get my things as soon as possible," he said to you, "I'll get them once I'm back here,"

"Okay," you weakly said.

He looked into your eyes, deep and hopeful, he wanted to hold you so bad to assure him that things were alright, but he stayed there, feet nailed to the ground, not moving.

"Thank you for letting me stay," he sadly muttered.

A small smile rose on your cheeks, and you took your hand off of the door then went to hug him.

Felix missed this, the warmth of your body against his and the scent of you that reminds him of home, of comfort and longing.

"Thank you," you softly said, "and I'm sorry," you added, hugging him for a few seconds before letting go.

Felix almost stumbled forward because he didn't want to let go of the hug but quickly reeled from it.

"Take care! Have a safe trip tomorrow," you said to him.

"Thanks," Felix said while kept looking into your eyes.

And you stared back into his eyes with a radiant smile on your face.

Felix wanted to see that smile, if he could, be the reason why you smile like that. He never had this strong, intense feeling inside of him until he met you, burning and brimming his heart, all over him. The words were on the tip of his tongue and about to roll off his mouth when you got to him first.

"Goodnight, Felix," you said to him and pushed the door closed.

As well closed the only chance he got, the only hope that just died down with the sound of your door slammed shut.

-

During meeting, you kept avoiding your art director's eyes who was standing at the end of the table and explaining things for the next project. When the meeting was done, she came up to you and held you in the meeting room after everyone else got out.

"You think I'm that petty, huh?" She suddenly asked you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "pardon?"

"You think I'll tell everyone and make a mess out of you," she said.

You shook your head, stuttered your words, "no," you lied.

She laughed, "you know I'm capable of it but what's in it for me?" She asked.

"Nothing!" She answered her own question.

"Don't get ahead of yourself! We're at work, you'd better be professional," she scolded you.

That took you a moment, and the more you thought, the more you wondered why she would do such petty things, she was too great for that.

"I always think you have a good work ethic, and I respect you for that," she said to you, "so that's that," she finished.

She left the room while carrying her things and looked so cool doing it.

At least one problem was solved. You said to yourself with a long sigh.

When you were back at the apartment, the silence and emptiness welcomed you. You put your bag down on the kitchen counter, pulled open the lower cabinet, and found the bottle of alcohol you couldn’t remember the last time you took a sip of it.

You unscrewed the cap, and the strong smell of alcohol wafting through the kitchen, inviting you to take a sip.

You brought the bottle close to your mouth to take a big gulp, but your phone rang in your bag.

There was a new text.

I'm sorry to contact you again, but I need to know if you're still looking for a roommate.

You gasped for forgetting to reply to the sender text for a week now, you quickly typed a reply.

Yes, it's still available. If you want to see the apartment, you can come by this weekend.

Thank you. I'll make sure to come.

The sender replied a moment later. You sighed, and walked to Felix's bedroom, looking inside to where most of his things were already packed into suitcases in the corner.

You didn't know why the sight of the empty bed could make you sad, you climbed onto the bed and lay curled up on it.

With your eyes closed, you could imagine how his warm hands would wrap around you, drag your closer until his nose meets the crook of your neck, and you would squirm, hum delightfully, then put your hands on his.

But all that left was his scent that clung to the bedsheet and his pillow that you hugged so close to your chest like it was a prized possession, and then, the silence that came back to replace his presence.

The following day wasn't that much of a difference, except that you had to stop by your friend's house to do an unexpected favor for her.

And you had been looking at it now, squatting on your kitchen floor watching the cat drinking a bowl of water in front of you. Since your friend was pregnant and her due date was closing in, she asked you to take care of her cat.

"Your mommy is going to be busy with her baby soon, so please understand why you're stuck with me," You said to the black cat with a patch of white fur on the nose.

You got up to put some cat food on another bowl and knocked over something on the kitchen counter, sending it fell onto the sink that the cat startled and meowing.

"It's okay, it's okay," you calmed the cat down, and it started to purr.

You looked at the mess you did, and it was your bottle of liquor you didn't drink last night, you looked at it for a while, funny that it didn't evoke the same effect in you as it used to, you took it then poured out the content down the sink, watched the liquid swirling into the drain and threw the bottle into the trash.

You squatted back down on the floor and slid the bowl of cat food on the floor, "I guess it's just you and me now," you said to the cat as you pet its head.

You slept on Felix's bed again that night with the cat curled up on your feet, and it felt less lonely that night.

But it got annoying when the cat started meowing at the early of day, you didn't have another choice but reluctantly got up from the bed and fed the cat.

Then you remembered that someone would come by to see your apartment, at least by waking up early, you could clean the apartment to appear more habitable.

You were cleaning out the desk in Felix's room when you happened to see his portfolio, the one where models use to show the photoshoot they had done in their career.

You flipped the page and looked at his face, your heart burned for how much you missed him, when you flipped it to the last page, you found a small photo slipped between the page.

It was a photo of you and him taken at the baby shower, you intentionally posed like a couple at prom for fun, then smiled remembering that moment.

At that moment, you regretted letting him leave.

You shouldn't have asked him to leave and look for a new place, deep down you knew you wanted to live with him and be with you, filled this emptiness with his presence.

You didn't know how to reach out to him, a phone call wouldn't do, you wanted to ask him yourself if he wanted to live with you.

On the other hand, it would be too late to cancel on the person who wanted to come and see the apartment. Maybe once that person got here, you could tell them that the room wasn't available anymore.

You waited anxiously on the sofa and just like the cat sensed your discomfort, it jumped onto your lap and let you pet its fur.

It never crossed your mind how lovely it was to have a pet, to be in the company of another living, breathing thing in your place that let you know you weren't alone.

The doorbell rang, and you gently put the cat on the sofa, you smooth down the hem of your skirt before opening the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, you blinked a few times to find Felix behind the door.

"Felix?" You asked him.

"I came here to see the apartment," he said.

You took a step back, completely dazed and confused, you took your phone and dialed the number of the person looking for a roommate.

His phone rang in his hand, and he picked it up, "It's me," he said through the phone even though you were standing facing each other in the doorway.

"Can I see your apartment now?" He asked again.

You stifled a laugh, partly shocked, but the other part of you relieved it was him.

"Yes," you nodded.

You opened the door wider to let him in and put your phone away, "your room would be this way," you said to him as you contained your smiles.

Felix walked to his bedroom and stood there in the middle of the room, "this is nice," he said to you with a smile.

"Yeah," you said, "my former roommate is a smoker so it's a bit reeked with cigarette smoke,"

"Ah," he exclaimed, "fortunately, I quit smoking," he said to you.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," he added.

You nodded in acknowledgment and realized that you hadn't seen him smoke in a long time.

"Is there any fun things you usually do around here? A bottle of drink stashed somewhere, perhaps?" He asked you.

You lowly chuckled, "I used to drink before sleep, but I don't drink anymore," you proudly said.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," you added to poke fun at him.

He laughed while poking his cheek with his tongue, "is there anything else I should know?" He asked again.

"I make a good cup of coffee in the morning, and I can't sleep well at night unless someone cuddles me," you answered.

You came to the window and glanced outside, the wind from the window left ajar made the hem of your dress sway around, "and I was terrible to my former roommate, he didn't deserve that. I'm sorry," you said to him.

Felix licked his lips before speaking, "first, your former roommate was an asshole for not being honest with you, he totally deserved that," he said.

He came up to you and stopped just close enough, "and second, I happen to like cuddles," he said with a playful grin.

You bit your lip, couldn't help but grin back at him, and looked into his eyes that offered so much warmth.

"I'll take it," he said to you as he grabbed your hands from your sides and took them in his.

"I don't take a year-long contract," you said to him.

"I don't intend to stay that short," he said back, "I intend to stay forever with you,"

He leaned in and slowly pressed his lips on you, it felt like you slipped into your favorite sweater, so comfortable and nice, put you at ease, like coming home.

"I miss you," he murmured against your lips.

"I miss you too," you muttered back and kissed him again.

Your hands looped around his neck, bodies drawing closer and closer with no gap left in between and lips endlessly latched onto each other.

He pulled you with him until he was seated on the end of the bed, and you sat on his lap.

"I was wrong for saying that we shouldn't be involved with each other," you said to him, cupping his face in your hands.

"I know you didn't mean that," he softly said to, putting the hair that curtained your face to the side and holding it there.

He rested his forehead against yours, looking so deep into each other’s eyes, then gently kissed your lips, so softly as if he kissed a frail flower.

He kissed you again like he had been waiting for it, so hungry, passionate, burning with desire.

You pulled away to catch a breath, laughing at him for not willing to part even for a mere second.

Your hands worked open the buttons of your blouse, then let it fall onto the floor, then reached behind your back to unclasp your bra while Felix watched with anticipation.

"You know what I like," he said to you as he held your waist.

You smiled back at him and let the bra straps slide down your arms then tossed it aside.

He put your hair to the back, lay a hand flat on your chest, "you're so soft," he murmured, then kissed your collarbone.

He slid his mouth down to your breast with his hands kneading on the flesh, kissing the skin around your areolas to finally take your nipples into his mouth in turns.

You looked down at his tongue, playing with your hardening, wet buds in kitten licks, your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging at it.

He lowly groaned with his mouth full of your flesh while you slowly grind on him, he took off his mouth and brought it close to your ear.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked you.

"Yeah," you breathlessly answered.

He held you close with his hands tight around you, gave you a hurried kiss on your open mouth, "I want to cum inside you," he said, lips grazed yours as he spoke.

He stripped you off until you were fully naked on the bed, lowered his mouth to plant kisses on every inch of your body, searing, tingling from the inside.

He took his clothes off in front of you, making you watch as parts of his body revealed with every piece of clothing removed.

Your eyes landed on his throbbing member with prominent veins, you felt the urge to touch it to know how hard it was.

He kneeled beside you and took your hand, "this is how much I want you," he said as he wrapped your hand around his length.

Feeling curious, you slowly brought your mouth close and slowly took his length in your mouth, you gagged the second the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

You pulled out almost immediately, strings of saliva dribbled down your chin.

Felix wiped it with his thumb, "take it slow," he said to you then pushed your head down back onto the pillow.

He straddle you, crotch slightly hovering on your stomach, with his cock in his hand, and circled your nipples with the tip of his cock. He went lower, lower until he settled himself between your legs.

You spread your legs for him, exposing your heating core to him, drenching and aching to be filled.

His cock teased your slit, up and down until fresh arousal leaked out of you.

Then slowly pushed his cock inside with a deep growl he let out until he fully bottomed out, he smiled blissfully as he lowered himself on top of you, capturing your lips in his again.

"So good, baby," he said to you before pressing another kiss on your lips, "so good," he cooed.

You pulled your knees up to let him penetrate deeper, thrusting harder that your climax closed in with no time.

Your legs shook underneath him as your orgasm hit you, sending immense pleasure all over you.

Felix kept the motion going until he too cum inside you just like he wanted to, he stayed inside you for a moment while kissing your breasts and lightly licked your nipples.

He kneeled on the bed and slowly pulled out, a hand rubbed your thigh as he watched his cum leaking out of you.

He lightly pinched the flesh of your thighs, breath quickened at the sight that made his cock erect again.

"It looks like I need to fill you again," he said to you as he lay next to you.

He kissed your jaw, cheek, around your face until his mouth eventually landed on your lips.

"I'm going to fill you up," he said to you with his face so close to yours.

You placed your hands on his arms, feeling his taut biceps when you held it.

"Would you like that?" He asked you.

"Yes," you shortly replied with a lustful sigh.

He smiled with his mouth pressed to the side of your face, one hand went to bring your leg over to his and hooked it around his waist.

All of a sudden, he jolted on the bed made him abruptly break the kiss. Then you saw the cat walked behind him then to his pillow and rested itself on the space above your face.

"I forgot to tell you about the other roommate," you said to him.

"Oh?" Felix's eyebrows raised in surprise then pulled you closer to him, "Is it going to stay there and watch us..." he trailed his words.

You chuckled and nodded, "I think so, yeah,"

Felix looked at you and shrugged.

"What? Are you jealous of him now?" You asked him with your hands around his neck.

"It's a he?" He asked with wide eyes.

You nodded.

"Then yes, I am jealous," he said.

You turned over on the bed and had him under you, lowered yourself on top of him, "well, you'd better get to know each other cause he'll be staying for a while," you told him.

The cat mewled as it curled on your pillow as if he knew what you were saying to Felix.

Felix rubbed his hands up and down your back, turned his head at the cat, then said, "you'd better pay you extra for rent," he said to the cat.

The cat purred with its eyes closed, dozing into sleep, and ignored his words.

"Did he just?" He asked in disbelief.

You laughed at the funny banter and kissed him on the mouth, "you'd better pay extra too," you jokingly said.

"Cuddles is not enough?"

You shook your head, "not enough,"

"Good thing that I can do more than cuddles," he remarked with a sly grin and a hand threading on the sin of your abdomen, then brought his mouth close to your ear, whispering the list of all things he could do to you than just cuddles.

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MY HAPPY MARRIAGE | Gojo Satoru (2)

—In which the disgraced older daughter of a small clan gets an offer from the strongest sorcerer in the world, an offer she can't refuse, an unusual prospect of marriage.

TW : domestic violence, physical abuse, suicidal ideation, suicide, self harm, 18+ themes | minors dni

Pairing : Gojo Satoru X OC, slight! Geto suguru x oc, slight! Sukuna X OC

Part One

TWENTY YEARS AGO

THE FIRST TIME a young Gojo Satoru arrived at the Furukawa household, he was eight years old. A god amongst men. A prodigy of his clan. That is what he knew and it was also the truth. To be born with both six eyes and limitless at his disposal, he was a young god amongst Jujutsu Sorcerers. Hence, warm hospitality was something he didn't particularly worry about. He knew that everyone cowered at his feet to please him, especially if it was a family trying to climb the prestige ladder in the Jujutsu World. Much like the Furukawa clan. Yet, he found himself exasperated and frankly bored listening to the full discussions of the elders.

Despite all his powers, Gojo Satoru was still a child. He wished to play, and the gardens looked especially tempting. But a problem arose, who can I play with?. The youngest son of the house was a mere child of five, who seemed quite stupid for his own good.

If there were no chances of frolic, he decided to walk the gardens by himself. A decision, that earned him a sigh from his father and grandfather. I'll never be a bore like them when I grow up. He grumbled to himself, and skipped into the lush gardens that had bloomed under the spring's grace.

The gardens were certainly not as big as his clan's. The Furukawa household reeked of new money, and their pretentiousness of trying to come off as elegant sorcerers made Gojo Satoru bite back laugh. Yet the small garden helped him calm down quite a lot. The boy walked a far as he could from the house. A lot less people, a lot less cursed energy. He thought to himself. His eyes could detect the smallest amounts to cursed energy, and that day he had seen more than his fair share emitting from the house.

While he was grateful for his abilities. He often wondered, how the world looked like without all the curses in the air.

Lost in his introspections, the boy who could sense even the smallest movements around him, was startled by a loud thud.

"What the —" Gojo looked around him, only to find a girl positioned like a cat on her forelimbs, her yukata covered in mud.

Why didn't I sense her?

The young boy was irked by the girl's lack of presence and had decided to approach her. She'd clearly fallen off the tree, yet she'd not made a sound of pain and she'd continued to pick up persimmons off the ground.

"Oi, girl!" He'd called out to her, his cheeks puffing in annoyance. How did she not emit any cursed energy?

But the girl chose not to respond, as she continued to pick up the countless persimmons in her tiny arms.

"Hey, you—" he asked a little louder, the girl's ears perked up like a rabbit as she finally heard Gojo. His footsteps towards her had gotten louder.

"Are you talking to me?" The girl asked, as her eyes widened like a doe in the headlights.

"What is your name?"

"Furukawa Chihaya" The young Furukawa girl was still confused, the boy looked like a foreigner, with his white hair and and blue eyes and couldn't understand why a foreigner would speak to her in fluent japanese.

"But why do you—" before she could finish, the realisation dawned on her, making her eyes widened in surprise. The boy infront of her was no foreigner, it was the the prodigy, she'd heard about. He is like a god. She remembered her mother saying, as she wrapped her yukata that morn. "Kami Sama!" The girl exclaimed, bowing down abruptly as the orange fruits in her arms scattered on the ground once again, startling Gojo as well.

"Ha??" Gojo lifted his brow in confusion, "What are you doing? I am not a god, geez what a pain!" The boy spoke, running his hand through his hair.

The girl lifted up her head, only to restart picking up the fruits that had fallen down, "Mother told me to treat you like a one, because she says you are the blessed one" she said, while grabbing hold of the last stray fruit.

She turned to him and gave him a warm smile.

Gojo scoffed, "Yeah, whatever I don't really care" he cleared his throat and continued "Hey Chiyo, tell me something—"

"It's Chihaya actually—"

"Chiyo" He smirked, "Why don't you emit cursed energy, huh? Is this some sort of new trick that I don't know about?"

Chihaya tilted her head in sheer confusion. "I don't have cursed energy, Gojo sama" she stated in a matter of fact way.

"I don't believe you. That's not possible. Every human being emits cursed energy" More so, non curse users like her.

Chihaya smiled yet again, however this time her smile was melancholy. "I wish I had cursed energy, my father says my cursed energy is so less that he worries if I am even human" she chuckled.

Less? No. She didn't have any. He was certain of it. The girl was an anomaly.

"Does your cursed technique suppress your cursed energy then?" He asked again, just to be clear of the freak of nature that had taken a form of a young girl with chubby plush cheeks.

She tiled her head again, a confused look in her brown doe eyes, "I don't know what you mean"

Gojo felt like nature was playing a sick joke on him, making him come across someone who could evade six eyes with their lack of cursed energy. His anger diminished to amusement. What a strange girl. He took another look at her, her arms full of ripe persimmons as she looked around awkwardly.

"Do you want something?" She asked again, those same clueless eyes. Making the young boy realise, perhaps—that odd girl had been no threat at all. Perhaps his suspicions of her had been misplaced.

"You're so weird" Gojo cracked into a hearty laughter, "I never thought weaklings could be this entertaining!"

"How mean!" The girl lifted her cheeks in annoyance, and Gojo swore she looked as round as the persimmons she held. He pinched her cheeks, making her let out a small "ouch"

"I'll be taking some" the boy swiftly picked up two of the fruits the girl and gathered, and started to run away laughing about the whole ordeal. What a stupid, weird girl.

"Hey, give them back! I found them first!"

Chihaya ran behind him as much as her damned yukata allowed her to, dropping her collected fruits in the floor. The persimmons rolled scattered under the tree, once again.

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PRESENT DAY

Years later, when Gojo Satoru returned to those shabby walls of the old Furukawa mansion, he had a characteristic smile on his face as he stood under the scrutinizing gazes the higher ups as head of his clan. Their faces veiled under the dimly lit room. It had been a while since as meeting of higher ups had occurred at the Furukawa household. It was an uncharacteristic destination, however it suited the main topic of contention for the day. The fate of Chihaya Furukawa.

In the dim room, Gojo could only make out the silhouette of Utahime. Whilst he felt Yaga's presence and stern gaze on him. Gojo was aware that his actions of transporting Chihaya to the Jujutsu High was a controversial one, however that day he was ready to face the music. He was ready to unveil what had occurred at the Chiba Montessori Academy, three days ago. After all, he never undertook actions were never without a reason.

"Are you aware about the number of casualties?"

"Of course" He replied, "I was the one who got her out of that fire after all" he continued with a finger to his chin "However, I believe the firefighters had already doused most of the fire that day"

"—20 children were injured and around of 2 staff were blazed" another added, prohibiting Gojo from digressing from the issue.

A small smirk formed on Satoru's face.

"But you probably don't care about that do you?" He questioned with a taunt in his voice. Earning a tsk from Utahime, who'd been escorting Gagkuganji at the council that day, out of sheer worry for her old friend.

Naobito Zenin appeared from the shadows, his disposition solemn as the Buddha, he was accompanied by Haruto Furukawa, his eyes devoid of any apparent emotion. Of course the head of the Zenin clan had to make his point. Especially since, he shared a cordial relationship with the leech of a man beside him. Haruto Furukawa carried a small diary with him, a decrepit object of old, as the man laid it forth on the small table that was kept at the centre of the dark room.

"This is my late wife's record" Haruto began, "She kept this diary to note down the various happenings of her daily life, this is but one of those several journals" He continued, as he stood under the dim light source that illuminated the room. Solidifying his position in the room full of esteemed sorcerer, his features from as a stern old judge, "As Yuki's husband, I believe I must atone for her crime against the Jujutsu council, for she and her esteemed family had hidden crucial details about their bloodline that could cause potential harm to the world at large" the man said, his voice strong as a horse, as his head bowed in shame.

It was the head of the Zenin clan who spoke up next, making the ashamed man, lift his head in surprise at the former's words.

Gojo smile grew. How unusual.

"Let me be clear as crystal" the man sighed, not a single emotion betraying his obdurate voice, "Chihaya Furukawa's body bears the mark of the unfortunate Machi curse sorcerers have been investigating for a while, her body is a bomb waiting to go off on the entire Jujutsu World" he continued, his dark eyes burrowing holes into Gojo's form, however the whole ordeal was merely amusing to him. "We are of the knowledge that Suguru Geto is trying to get through to her as well—hence, taking her in, would be a fallacy on your part"

"I am well aware of the risks" Gojo remarked.

"Are you?" It was now the head of the Furukawa clan who spoke, his voice bellowing with caution, "she is a vessel to a powerful sorceress Lady Akane, and we saw how she burnt the entire school. You are but playing with fire Gojo kun"

"See this is where you're wrong Furukawa san, Chihaya is not merely a vessel is she?" Gojo turned his eyes to Utahime who shifted uncomfortably. "I am sure there are those who are aware of the true nature of her power"

"She—" the woman sighed, insufferable brat. All the eyes had turned to her. "According to the brief research we conducted post the incident, we have suspicions and assume that she is not merely a vessel. If we are to look into the records of the Machi clan then, she is Akane herself. We can say that there was some reincarnation ritual involved before her death that bound her to the Machi bloodline. It is just that, her body hasn't been awakened yet, however, the incident at Chiba was a grave sign that her body may have finally started to awaken"

"Is there any confirmation regarding the nature of her power?" An elder asked from the shadows, his voice heavy with contempt. "Lady Akane was a sorceress of malice. While her vessel might be a much easier to eradicate. Reincarnation rituals are troublesome things"

Before Utahime could answer the elder's queries, a rather proactive Gojo Satoru, turned all eyes to his form with a chuckle and his rather animated style of walking and hovering hands to explain the ordeal. "It's difficult to break the cycle of birth and death, if she has bound herself to the bloodline. Killing her would risk a rebirth in the future in the same bloodline, perhaps a more distant relative who'd be much harder to track" Gojo stated in a matter of fact manner. His dark shades, sliding down his nose to reveal a mysterious glint in his eyes.

"We are still looking into the probably of the reincarnation ritual, there is hardly any proof for that. She might just be a vessel" Haruto Furukawa remarked, "I have sent Makoto and his cousins to seek out the records from the Machi household"

"Quite an elaborate way to say that you've sent out your son to kill your late wife's family" His playful eyes darkened as his lips upturned into a wicked smile, Gojo's hands were tucked behind his back as his six eyes burrowed holes into old Haruto's tainted soul.

The air in the roomed seem to thicken with the young sorcerer's accusation. Silence spoke the truth.

The tension was evaded as soon as Naobito Zenin cleared his throat.

"Vessel or a reincarnated sorceress, it would be dangerous to let her free nonetheless. However, the council is also well aware that killing her would only transfer the curse to some distant blood relative of the Machi clan" he continued, his eyes on Gojo as he spoke "keeping her in this compound of Furukawa estate itself is a good decision. As long as the transformation isn't complete"

Utahime's hands balled into fists. She couldn't believe that the higher ups would choose to keep her locked up with her scum of a father, rather than find a solution for her issue. Gojo could sense the woman's frustration, however he chose to wait before delivering his proposition.

"She is a walking hazard. Staying at home would keep her bounded" Haruto added curtly.

The head of the Gojo clan bursts into a laugh, holding onto his stomach, earning a glare from his old teacher, "You're funny old man, I thought you didn't have any sense of humour to you!"

"Excuse me?" Haruto Furukawa rolled his eyes in exasperation.

As Gojo compose himself, he grinned widely, his shit eating grin making most of the attendees groan internally, "Say, Chihaya—who is barely a grade 4 sorcer now, would atleast triple in her cursed energy output as Akane is awakened. Let's say she even ends up being a special grade 1 by the end of it. I doubt you or your son are even strong enough to handle her" he continued, as he walked towards the older man, his voice lowering in a sinister tone, "and what if Geto were to find? Would you be able to stop him?"

"We are willing to give our lives to end the witch who has bought immense shame to our name" Haruto bellowe with an unyielding resolve.

Gojo's eye twitched in annoyance. Bastards.

"And if situation calls for Geto Suguru to seek Chihaya out, we will not hesitate to end her life. Even if her awaking is not complete"

"Admirable" Gojo said with a tight smile. "but foolish"

This is not the time for me to be angry.

The voice of an older man resounded with reason, Gagkuganji, a man who remained a staunch follower of the higher-ups seemed to aid Gojo's cause, even if he was not aware of it, "Do you have a better alternative?" He continued, "Is it not better for a family to deal with the misgivings of their own blood rather than involving outsiders?"

"Precisely!" Gojo exclaimed, his swift change on time, startled Haruto Furukawa, much like the others present in the room.

"Matters of old curses should be solved within families" Gojo grinned turning to Haruto, the abhorrent grin resuming onto his features "Hence I present you with a prospect"

"A prospect?" The older man inquired, almost fearful of the next set of words that would spill out of Gojo Satoru's lips.

"I will marry your daughter!" Gojo exclaimed, pointing his slender finger at the older man, as his crystalline blue eyes peaked from the back of his glasses that had slid down his now slightly. His mouth was wide with a toothy grin and Haruto Furukawa swore he could hear his wife mocking him with a laugh from her grave.

The council erupted into murmurs.

Gojo Satoru had expected shock, but not such a lukewarm response to his proposition. Little did he know his sole, supposed, ally in that council, Utahime was seething at the young sorcerer from across the room.

"Nonsense" Haruto continued, after refusing simply as he waved his hand. "This is not the time for your frivolous propositions"

Gojo let out a hearty laugh, worsening the air of sheer gall that stopped the murmurs of the Jujutsu council

"Yet it is perfect opportunity" he said after composing himself, as he turned to the council, "I wish to take responsibility of Chihaya's life. I will wed her at the earliest date and then she will be under my care" walks around the room "If Akane chooses to evolve through Chihaya, I will make sure to end her life after the awakening and break the curse, so that it is no longer transferred to another faultless child"

Haruto gasped. Throughout his years in the Jujutsu World, the last thing he'd want to do was welcome a conceited Gojo into his family. His eyes shifted to Naobito Zenin, who stood with a poker face, contemplating on the whole ordeal.

"Why is it that the great Gojo Satoru chooses to take upon himself the matters of the Furukawa household?" The Zenin headman asks, with a hint of venom in his voice.

"Because I am the strongest" he stated with a smirk as he turned to meet Yaga's gazs, his voice lower than before "Only I can keep her out of Geto's reach"

Whilst his words were firm declaration to the entire council. Yaga could almost sense a hint of sincerity in his old student's voice.

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GOJO SATORU HAD received an earful from Yaga post the council meeting. However his perils were far from being dismissed. As he teleported back to the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High, he felt a rage filled surge of cursed energy almost smacking him at the back of his head. An attempt, that had been promptly blocked by the likes of his infinity once again.

"GOJO SATORU, YOU PIG!" Utahime screamed as she almost pounced on the younger man with her cursed energy. "I'm not going to let you honey trap my bestfriend"

Gojo let out a laugh, turning to meet the livid eyes of his senior.

"That's a lot of concern for someone who abandoned you and Shoko on a breezy August morning" he chimed in, clearly grinding the woman's gears.

She let out a tsk in annoyance to his words. Why did he have to bring that up. She wondered.

"She was going through a lot back then. I could never be mad at her for leaving us out of the blue. Especially with her father and her engagement—"

"Yeah, yeah save the sob stories for the reunion" Gojo faked a yawn, irking the woman yet again. This brat.

"For the record, I am not honey trapping her" he smirked as he continued, with his hands tucked behind him, "I am just keeping her away from Geto"

"It's rich of you to think that she would just go with him if he called for her" Utahime scoffed. As the evening breeze around them seemed to become chilly. Gojo's eyes turned to see the light clouds that formed a haze in the sky.

"It's hard to let go of one's first love" he said with a small smile on his lips.

Utahime could only stare at him in disbelief.

"I don't think she's particularly hung up on him after all these years"

Gojo chuckled. "You'd be surprised by how one continues to cherish their youth"

The older woman groaned. Gojo Satoru was making no sense, let alone, speaking like his usual self. She knew Geto Suguru was a sensitive topic for him but who knew he could speak in riddles for his sake. She rubbed her temple furiously in confusion. "What is the point? You plan to kill her anyway don't you? I never thought you'd make it easier for Jujitsu council to carry out sentences for once"

"She won't have to die" he said with a confident smile.

Utahime was dumbstruck. Gojo Satoru seemed to have lost the last bit of normalcy.

"You're telling me you'll break that thousand year long curse?!" She exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Ding ding ding, Correct answer! You bet I will find a way!" Gojo grinned ear to ear.

Under the soft moonlight, Gojo's words seemed the most unrealistic promise shed heard all her life. A plea of making the impossible come true. She wanted to punch the man for playing with her friend's dimming life, yet, that night, much to the woman's dismay, Utahime was presented with a flicker of hope, which she would nurture for a while.

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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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❝𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞?❞

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Strong language, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and tension, themes of unrequited love, FWB arrangement, themes of casual sex and promiscuity, fingering, g-spot orgasm, oral sex, mutual casual hook-ups, drinking and bad decisions, miscommunication, belated realisations, confessions, themes of insecurities and self-love, references to mental health and instability, strong adult themes throughout.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Part 6/7 of Unrequited, 2022 rewrite. See Part I for story description.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Self-insert, female reader x Lee Know | Self-insert, female reader x Hyunjin

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕: Part I | Contents List | Unmatched

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: © May 2022 by jl-micasea

Over the years, you’ve heard people talk of how love and relationships are such a fine thing.

Of how love – even when it’s unreciprocated – gives people purpose and allows them to flourish into better beings, more noble and selfless than they ever hoped to be.

If you could speak to those people now, you’d tell them they’re dead fucking wrong. You’d tell them they don’t know a damn thing, because your experience with love has been vastly different.

All you know of it is the pain it brings.

The way it throws you from pillar to post, minute by minute, dunking you in the deep end of emotions without a float. Love has been needlessly cruel to you, you feel, because it snuck into your system and infected you without warning, thrumming desperately for the one person it shouldn’t have.

Love has strung you up and hung you out to dry, left you a wreck of who you once were.

And yet – you’ve never felt more alive.

Between the mess of emotion wrought on you through Minho’s kiss and the piteous wallowing that followed, every nerve in your body has been jolted to attention. The memory of his warmth, his taste and touch replays like a broken VHS tape in your mind, providing reminder after unwanted reminder that his kiss was everything you ever needed. You dare to imagine what it might be like to be kissed by him like that every day – would the passion wane, or hold up as time passed?

You’ll never find out, you know.

And so, in true, sad singleton fashion, a fresh bottle of wine and bubbling hot bath are the only things that stand a chance of salvaging you now.

Sinking into the scalding, lavender scented water, you puff through the bubbles that gather on your chest, watching the white scattering flit away. Reaching mindlessly for your wine glass, you hitch up only high enough to take a decent sip, missing several drops that trickle down your chin and humming around the dry sweet liquid.

The peace is nice, you decide. Needed.

And it lasts all of several minutes before your anxiety starts recalling memory after listless memory, a veritable PowerPoint presentation titled; ‘all the reasons we love Lee Minho but can never tell him’.

Amber hued images of long, summer night drives in his decrepit, beaten-up Plymouth. The thrill of ditching class and the solitude of the road, the hazy buzz of Minho’s last joint in the air. Whitesnake croaks through the static radio, Minho cranks it up and taps the wheel in tandem with the drums. He sings, smiles, nudges you to sing right along with him, loser, and you weren’t ever able to back down from that invitation. He’s at peace. You’re right at home with him. Off-pitch and out of tune, your voices carry over the dusty breeze that flutters in through the open car windows, accompanies the stuttering hum of the old engine. The setting sun on your skin warms you through, highlights Minho’s hair a shade of off-caramel. He’s so handsome – he knows it, too. Always has.

It’s one of a hundred memories that tell the story of how you fell in love with him, so hard and so fast you suppose you never really stood a chance.

One of a hundred memories that makes you weep quietly, as you realise how broken things have become.

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A pretty good series

COLLATERAL.

PART IV

I.N x reader x Hyunjin. (s)

Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

Author’s note: The moment of truth…….. I’m going to go hide now!

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