EXACTLY FREE MY MAN (lmao Not That He Has Been Jailed Or Something)

EXACTLY FREE MY MAN (lmao not that he has been jailed or something)

he did nothing wrong

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

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SPLASH.

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Author's note: This is pretty much how I imagined my dream summer would be hehe and also, this is requested by this lovely anon, hope you like it. boo!

(I know, I'm late to post this bcs I haven't fully recovered from watching the Unveil Track: Venom )

Changbin had been looking at all the medals and trophies on the glass cabinet for a while now, most of them were won from one particular sport, swimming.

"You didn't win all these right?" Changbin jokingly asked his friend, who kindly enough to let him stay in his house for the summer.

"I wish," your brother answered while half-laughing, "they're my sister's, she was a swimmer,"

"Was?" Changbin asked, fully dazed.

Your brother nodded, "until she got in an accident a year ago and injured her shoulder. She stopped swimming ever since," your brother furtherly explained.

"Where is she now?"

Your brother burst out laughing, "she's been with us in the house," he answered.

Changbin's eyes widened because it had been two days he stayed in the house and never truly saw you around the house, "huh?"

Your brother patted Changbin's shoulder and sighed, "well, she spends most of her day in her bedroom, no wonder why you never really seen her around the house,"

He put an arm around Changbin's shoulder, "let's go play some volleyball, my friends are waiting," your brother said to him, then dragged him to the backyard and crossed someone's lawn to the neighbor's backyard where there was a volleyball field with its net.

He heard a shout and followed its source, it came from your house.

He looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of you, watching your brother playing volleyball from your bedroom window, backlit by the sunlight with your long hair swept by the summer breeze and covered your face.

Changbin had to squint to take a clear look at you but by the time his eyes focused on your bedroom window, you were gone.

Changbin never really like summer.

When he looked at the people living around the town, walking in their shorts and thin shirts, ready to take their clothes off at any sight of a body of water, he finally understood how to handle it.

When it gets too hot for him, he would swim in the pool of your house or walk a little to the beach and take a dive.

The only convenient thing about a small town is you can go anywhere on walking, but if it's too far, you can always ride your bike to get there. But tonight, as your brother got drunk in the middle of the night and his friends were also as wasted as him, he was the only one sober enough to walk him home.

Your house was only a few meters away, but it was a real struggle to drag your brother through the graveled path.

"You need help?" You asked, appeared from the row of trees of your mother's garden.

He got startled that he almost dropped your brother on the ground, "what are you doing out here?" He asked.

"I was reading," you answered.

"In the dark?" He asked but sounded more like a gasp.

You chuckled and waved his question off, you walked up to him, slung one of your brother's arms around your shoulder, then walked him into the house, all the way to his bedroom.

Changbin was panting, running out of breath from the labor he did, but his eyes flung at you the moment your brother collapsed onto the bed.

"I'm going back to my bedroom," you announced, then walked out of the door without closing it behind you.

He saw you entered the room right across from his, but he could use the connecting door that led him to his bedroom from your brother's.

It baffled him that you had been staying in a room close to him, but he had never seen you or even seen your bedroom door open.

But now he knew, he knew what to expect.

Maybe he was exaggerating when he said he has never seen you around the house, he had seen you reading a book with your father in his study room, saw your feet dangling at the edge of the hammock in the back terrace, the dark of your hair as you played the piano and the back of your body when you helped your mom cooking in the kitchen.

But that morning, he woke up earlier than he used to and went downstairs alone because your brother was still sleeping, probably too hungover to wake up.

"Good morning!" Your mother greeted him as she brought a tray of freshly toasted bread.

"Morning!" He greeted her back, then followed her to the back garden for breakfast.

He saw your father was reading a newspaper with a cigarette dangling on the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning, sir!" He greeted your father.

Your father looked up from his newspaper, then put his cigarette down.

"Good morning!" He greeted back, flicking the ash off the cigarette into the ashtray.

Then he saw you, sitting at the end of the table, looking down at the book in front of you.

"Honey, eat your breakfast first," your mom said to you as she placed the toasts in front of you with a scoop of scrambled egg and a few strips of bacon.

You looked up and slid your book to the side, smiled at him, and said, "can you pass me the strawberry jam?"

It took Changbin quite a while to realize that you were asking him.

"Yeah, sure," he awkwardly answered, then took a jar of strawberry jam from the tray and handed it to you.

"Thanks," you muttered.

It was the first time he truly saw you, your long hair braided into two, your skin glowed under the warm sunlight, and the smile you gave to him earlier, shone brighter than the morning sun.

"Where's your brother?" Your father asked without looking away from his newspaper.

"Probably still sleeping, he got home drunk last night," you casually answered.

Your father only clicked his tongue a few times like it was a natural occurrence,

"Give him a glass of warm water with honey when he woke up," he said to your mom.

Changbin couldn't stop admiring your family, how laid-back and natural, like no part of it was forced or fake, he also admires the close bonds you have with your family members, he could treat your parents like friends without losing the high respect he has for them in the process.

"How's the food, dear?" Your mother asked Changbin, who barely touched his breakfast.

"Oh, wonderful!"

"Have some of the jams, we made it ourselves, my daughter and I," she informed him, "we picked the strawberry from my greenhouse and the blueberries too,"

It also amazes him how your mother could do all this, taking care of her family, but also still have time to read, tend to her flowers, make fresh orange juice every morning, and still be able to sunbathe in the back terrace with your father.

Everything about your house and your family was lovely, it was early to say that it would be the best summer he ever had, but he could tell that this was it.

But something bothered him, he didn't really get why you never get out of the house.

That night, Changbin and your brother stayed the night in because getting drunk for two nights in a row wasn't it. They walked around the town, hung out a little bit on the beach then went back home before midnight.

Changbin was sure he wasn't sleeping yet when he heard the creak from the other part of the house, your brother had told him that the house was really old that was why every door creaked when it pushed open or close.

He heard the faint footsteps then the sound disappeared after a moment. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, yet his ears perked up when he heard someone walking on the graveled path. He got up from the bed and pushed open the bedroom window, looked down, saw you heading to the gate.

Changbin considered staying and pretended that he didn't just see you leaving the house late at night, but the thought of you walking around in the dark made him uneasy.

He put on a shirt, then went downstairs and tried not to make a sound in the process, didn't want to wake up everyone in the house.

Once he was outside, he ran to catch you and found you were walking towards the beach, he kept a safe distance while following you from behind.

You took off your sandals when you arrived at the beach then walked a little bit more before stopping.

Changbin watched as you stood there, backlit by the bright moon and the light that reflected on the surface of the water, blinking and blinding him.

But he could make out the shape of your body, as you moved, then took your dress off and piled it on the sand next to your sandal.

You looked over your shoulder for a bit, then walked into the water, slowly engulfing yourself in the salty water, deeper and deeper until the waves took you away with it.

Changbin thought that you just went out for a night swim, but the longer you were out of his sight, the more worried that something happened to you.

He half-jogged then came to where you placed your clothes, head looking around for you, and found nothing but the waves that lapped the seashore.

"Are you looking for me?" You asked him.

Changbin got startled to find you were standing behind him, "This habit of you appeared out of nowhere needed to stop," he blurted out of irritation.

You softly chuckled, "I am sorry. I don't even know you were here," you said to him.

Drops of water dripping from the end of your hair, your body glistening wet, and that was when he realized you were wearing a two-piece bikini that barely covered your body.

"What," he stuttered as his eyes went lower and lower, then looked away, "what are you doing?"

"Swimming," you casually answered.

"Why would you swim at this hour?"

"Because it's nice, no one is around, and you have the beach for yourself," you answered.

Changbin didn't get your answer, "you have a swimming pool in your house,"

"I know, but it's different," you responded.

You grabbed his hand, "Come on, let's swim with me," you said to him.

Changbin looked at your hand grabbed his by the wrist, your hand looked so small and delicate around his, but your touch weakened him that he couldn't say no to your invitation.

You let go of his hand then stood in front of him waiting for his answer, "but it's okay if you don't want to, I'll swim a little bit more then go home after," you said to him.

Changbin got quiet, but his hands unbuttoned his shirt then tossed it onto the sand next to your clothes.

You both walked into the water alongside each other, the warm and salty water slowly engulfing you until you were deep enough to swim farther into the sea.

As he was floating in the sea with the moon hanging so low on the night sky above, Changbin somehow felt it was freeing, so quiet, so peaceful then he saw your face.

"Isn’t it nice?" You asked him.

He nodded with a smile.

After swimming for almost an hour, you got back to the shore and sat on the sand, digging your toes to seek some warmth.

You opened the bottled water you brought inside your tote bag and took a sip, you passed it to him after.

"I heard you're a swimmer," Changbin said, then tilted his head to pour water into his mouth.

"I was," you replied.

Changbin screwed the bottle closed then handed it back to you, "what happened?"

You lightly chuckled, "I thought my brother would have told you the soppy story," you joked.

Changbin licked his lips, "well," then shrugged. He didn't want to sound too pushing, but he wanted to know your side of the story.

"I got into a car accident, injured my shoulder," you shortly replied.

"But you're still swimming,"

You laughed again, "I can still swim for fun but not as a career," you explained.

"Oh?"

"Yes," you beamed, "I am fucked," you said with a thin smile.

Changbin regretted asking cause it felt like he was trying to dig on your sore spot, then he saw you got up and started dressing.

He followed suit and put on his shirt. The walk home was quiet, there was only the sound of your sandals against the asphalt and the faint sound of the waves crashing behind you.

"How long will you be staying?" You suddenly asked.

"Until the end of the month," he replied.

You hummed and swayed the tote bag you carried in your hand back and forth, "I thought you'll be staying at least until the end of the summer," you commented.

Changbin laughed, he felt good knowing that you had moved on from the previous talk.

"So, do you like it here?" You asked.

"What's not to like?" He asked back, "Your house is nice, your family is terribly, terribly nice to me, and you have a lot of food in here, you even grew apple trees in the backyard that I can pick whenever I want one," he jokingly said.

You laughed, and the sound rang in the dead of the night, making him feel less lonely, "my mom just couldn't stand not doing anything," you defended.

"I'm not complaining though," Changbin added.

You both climbed the stairs back to the second floor in silence and parted right in front of your bedroom, "Goodnight, Changbin!" You said to him.

"Goodnight," he said back, then went into his room.

As he leaned against the door, he realized it was the first time you addressed him by his name, and it became his new favorite sound he heard in a while, the sound of you calling his name.

Changbin overslept, maybe because of the swimming he did last night that made him tired that he fell into a dreamless sleep.

He never slept that well before, but the downside of it, he missed breakfast, thankfully your mother was kind enough to make him a sandwich and a glass of orange juice with it.

"Thank you so much," Changbin muttered to your mother.

"Oh please, you're my son now," she said to him as she squeezed on his shoulder.

"I have to go and tend the flowers now. Eat well, darling!" She said, then exited through the kitchen door to the greenhouse.

It wasn't hard to find your brother, once he got out of the kitchen, he found him swimming in the pool, and Changbin sat on one of the sunchairs.

"You didn't wake me up!" He said to your brother.

"You didn't wake me up the other day too," he said back to him.

"Because I knew you were hungover," he defended himself.

"Did you go swimming last night cause I saw your swimming trunks in the bath?" Your brother asked.

Changbin felt like he had been shot on the spot by the question and his eyes darted to you who was laying in the hammock reading a book with your feet dangling at the edge like usual.

"Did you sneak out somewhere? With someone?" Your brother wildly guessed with a playful smirk on his face.

Changbin shook his head vigorously, "No, I felt hot last night, so I swam in the pool for a bit to cool down,"

Your brother considered his question for a while but nodded, "let's go cycling today!"

Then he saw you got off the hammock, even with half of your face covered by your big sunglasses, he could see you flashing him a smile as you walked back into the house.

It was a deathly thing to do, riding down the hill on a bicycle, half-drunk from the cheap wine that he shared with three other people.

He felt like half of his blood was drained from his body when he safely arrived at the gate of your house, parked the bicycle on the side of the house, then had dinner with your family like he didn't nearly die a while ago.

Your brother was either going everything at once or doing nothing at all kind of person, he took Changbin to the beach for a bonfire and more drinking.

He kept glancing at the clock on his phone screen the whole night, the thought that you must be sneaking at this hour alone drove him to secretly leave from the beach, then walked back to the house.

You were closing the iron gate when he arrived, "the bonfire party has finished?" You asked.

"How do you know?" Changbin asked you back.

"His friends are my friends too," you answered and softly laughed. You hoisted your bag higher on your shoulder then went in the opposite direction from the beach.

He watched you walk for a moment, then saw you turned around, "are you coming or not?" You asked him.

He obviously couldn't say no, followed you as you led him to another part of the town that he hadn't discovered before then cut through the vineyard.

"Is this allowed?" Changbin asked cause it seemed to him like he just trespasses someone's property.

"I know the owner, well, everyone knows the owner," you answered, "either way, it's alright," you assured him then parted the bushed that marked the end of the vineyard.

A little more walk, he arrived at a lake, it wasn't big nor small, the water was so still he could see the perfect reflection of the moon on the surface.

You tugged the hem of your t-shirt then took it off, hung it on the low tree branch along with your tote bag.

Changbin watched as you pulled your denim shorts, eyes following as it went lower and lower, then off your legs, revealing your body in a matching dark-colored bikini.

When his eyes back up, he saw something on your back, a long, dark streak on the skin on your back, and when he was about to take a clearer look, you turned around on your feet.

"This time, you can join or not, it's up to you," you said to him, then walked into the edge of the lake.

Putting one foot first then the other, you watched as your movement broke the stillness of the water and made small waves.

You dived, and Changbin watched as you sliced through and glided under the water like you were born and lived there your whole life.

Then a moment later, your head coming out of the water, your hair stuck to your face, and your face shining wet under the pale moonlight.

He was sure as hell not going to miss swimming with you in a secluded lake, he took off his shirt and jeans next then swam toward you.

"The water is warm," Changbin gasped as he came out of the water.

"Who would have thought, right?" You joked and softly laughed at him.

You swam for a few laps around the lake until you were running out of breath, then sat on the big rock at the edge of the lake.

Changbin hesitated to ask for it, but when he looked at the mark on your back, he got the urge to ask it, "is that the scar from your shoulder injury?" He asked.

You got taken aback by the question, you didn't know that he would notice in the dark like this. There was no use to hide it now since he had seen it, "yes," you nervously answered.

"Was it that bad?" He asked, "the accident,"

You shuddered when the recollections of the even crossed your mind, how it reminded you how close you were to die, it was best for you not to answer it.

Changbin sensed that you got uncomfortable with his question, "I'm sorry for asking," he quickly apologized.

You hugged your knees tighter and stared at the lake, "the doctor said I'm lucky that my arm is still functioning," you elaborated.

You slowly put your knees down and showed him the other scar you got on your thigh, "A piece of metal tore through the flesh," you pointed to the long scar that went from your hip to your mid-thigh, "I got so many stitches I couldn't remember how many," you explained and awkwardly laughed at the end.

Changbin felt like he made the wrong choice for asking you about it, he shouldn't have asked in the first place.

It was too late because you got down into the water and swam again.

Changbin swam after you and stopped right behind you, "I'm sorry," he muttered, even though he wished he could do more than apologies.

You stood there with your back facing him for a while before turning around, "I must have grossed you out," you joked and looked down at the dark of the water at night.

Changbin caught your hand in the water, "no," he answered.

"You have no idea how endlessly fascinating you are to me," he said, then pulled you close, looked into your eyes before his eyes focused on your lips.

You voluntarily be the one who kissed him first, then slowly let go as he didn't return the kiss, "did I read the signal wrong?" You asked him.

"No," he breathlessly replied.

He put a hand on the nape of your neck and stared into your eyes, "I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time, and I want it to make it perfect for you," he said.

You lowly chuckled, then put your hands on his chest muscles, "I don't want perfect," you muttered.

Gosh, you were everything he wanted in a person.

"And that's what makes you perfect for me," he spoke ever so softly like he was humming a song instead of talking.

He cupped your face and took a look at you, completely mesmerized by you in such a short time, he tenderly pressed his lips on you, and it felt like coming home.

You opened your mouth for him, welcoming him to taste you more, to invade you and take what's yours, and told him to keep it forever.

Making out under the moonlight with half of your bodies drowned in the water with the sound of the night playing in the background.

He put his hands around your body and drew you closer, you felt so small around him that only made him want to protect you more.

You got dressed in silence, but lips curled into a shy smile when you caught him looking at you, walked back home with his hand clasped with yours until you arrived by the door of your bedroom.

He pressed a quick kiss on you and withdrew himself before someone caught him, brought your hand to his mouth, then kissed it.

"Goodnight," he said.

You didn't reply but looked at him as he took a few steps back but not letting go of your hand yet.

When he was about to let go of your hand you grabbed it, "I don't want to say goodnight yet," you said to him.

You took him to your bedroom, dropped your tote bag, and pulled him by the hand to the bathroom.

Where you took off your damp denim shorts and t-shirt then got into the shower, turning on the water to find the right temperature.

Changbin took off his clothes too, leaving only his swimming trunks on, then got into the shower with you.

You turned around to face him, threw your hands around him, and smiled before your hands worked open the bikini lace.

"Let me," Changbin offered.

You nodded and put your hands by your sides as he untied the lace of your bikini top, and with one hand, he pulled it off of you, revealing your beautiful mounds to him as water made streams down your sternum.

Changbin lowly whimpered, but he got one task left, and that was to untie your bikini bottom, he untied the lace on one side of your hips then let it fall onto the tiled floor.

He had to take a step back to admire your naked figure as warm water raining down on you.

He bit his lower lip and got close to you again, hands flew to your shoulders, then removed all of your hair to one side of your shoulders, then sank his mouth on the crook of your neck.

He opened his mouth, taking as much skin in his mouth with teeth faintly grazing the skin and sucking on the beads of water.

You pulled him close with your hands around his neck and took steps backward until your back hit the tiled wall, your hands moved down to his swimming trunk and worked the ties open.

You looked down at his semi-hard cock as it sprung free from its confine, the size overwhelmed you and inexplicably excited you at the same time.

He watched as you fumbled to open it that he eventually helped you with it and pulled it down his legs, joining your bikini on the floor of the shower stall.

Changbin ran a hand down your body, whimpered at how soft you felt under his touch, and when his hand landed on your heating core, a low sigh escaped your mouth.

"You're so little," he said as he inserted one finger into you.

And you couldn't lie, you almost felt full just from his finger only then he added another digit, making you moan at the sudden stretch.

"But that's not going to stop you, right?" You breathlessly asked him.

He shook his head, "I'm just getting started here," he answered.

You felt a tingle inside, moreover, aching to be filled by him as you arched your back with the motion of his hands in your cunt.

"Changbin," you called him as the pleasure became too unbearable.

And he recognized the needy in your voice, instantly became the new addition to his favorite sounds he ever heard.

"I need to stretch you out first," he said to you.

You hooked one leg around his and planted a haste kiss on his mouth, "I want you," you said against his lips.

And of course, he couldn't say no, he was just needy as you that he withdrew his hand from your cunt and started stroking his length like it wasn't hard enough for you.

You cried into his mouth as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Changbin," you whined again.

He slyly chuckled against your lips then carefully pushed his length into you, thankfully he was quick to contain your moans with his mouth.

You must have underestimated his size, you felt whole with his length fully inside you to the point that you couldn't move, you could only moan your pain away into his mouth.

Changbin put his hands on the back of your thighs to hoist you up against him, pinned you against the wall.

Your moans and his grunts mixed in your kisses, "are you okay?" He asked, rubbing the side of your thigh soothingly.

"You fill me whole," you shamelessly said to him.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in slight concern.

"I just need a moment," you answered and lazily scratched the back of his head with your fingers.

He smirked, and after a while, he asked, "Is it okay if I move now?"

You nodded with a sheepish smile on your face.

With your permission, Changbin began moving, slowly thrusting into you with his hand firmly held you up against the wall.

You couldn't hide that it was a little painful, but the pleasure it brought was just as great, it blurred the line, and you enjoyed getting confused by it.

You held on to Changbin with your hands around his big upper body as he rammed into you, your back made a low thudding sound for every hard thrust he made into you.

You kissed him when your moans became too loud and resounding in the bathroom, "Changbin, oh," you cried, "I'm so close,"

But that only made him pick up the pace, your nails dug into the flesh on his back while his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he kept pounding into you as you both chased your highs.

You whined and moaned into his mouth as you climaxed, hands tightly clutching his shoulder as your body grew limp against him.

Changbin thrusts deep and hard for a few times more to finally cum inside you, immediately pulling out with his cum dripping down your thigh. Changbin pressed a hard kiss on your lips, and you eagerly returned with the same enthusiasm as he slowly put your feet down again.

You sighed as he let go of his hold around you, not that you didn't like it, but you could see the crescent marks of his nails blooming on your skin, and your hips ached when you move.

Still, you smiled at him and put your hands around his neck as he brought both of your bodies under the shower again.

Changbin made it obvious that something had happened between you and him.

He couldn't stop staring at you with a foolish smile on his face during breakfast that you had to cover your face with your book.

"Why did you leave last night?" Your brother asked him.

Changbin shifted his gaze somewhere and cleared his throat, "I don't feel well," he answered.

"Did something happen?" He asked your brother, just in case he caught something he wasn't supposed to.

Your brother groaned, "the usual, I passed out and woke up at my friend's house," he answered.

Your father flicked the ash off his cigarette, "you should calm down on the drinking, son," he said.

"I know," your brother replied, "should we go fishing, dad?"

Then they started talking about fishing spots and what kind of fish they would get.

Changbin's attention drifted back to you as their conversation drowned out with his thoughts, where he kissed you in the lake, and you took him into the shower, the gratifying feeling of untying your bikini open like a kid unwrapping a Christmas present.

When your brother fell asleep on the hammock after lunch, Changbin sneaked into your bedroom and found you were reading on your bed.

"How bold of you, sir!" You said to him as he leaned against your door.

He sauntered to your bed and smiled, "I can't help it," he said, then sat on the edge of the bed.

You covered half of your face with the book and smiled at him.

He looked at you and took the book, closed the book, and put it on the bedside table.

When he turned his head, you caught his lips with your lips instead, kissing him first. It took him by surprise, he was quick to respond to the kiss, held your face by your jaw, and deepened the kiss.

He eventually got on the bed, hovered above you as he kissed you down, hands roaming around your clothed body, kneading, pinching on your flesh.

"I guess my brother is napping somewhere right now?" You playfully asked him.

Changbin pecked your lips, "backyard, in the hammock," he shortly replied, then sank his mouth on yours again.

His hand went down to your thigh, slipped it under the hem of your dress, rubbed his palm on the smooth of your skin, then he touched your scar.

Your hand immediately flew to his and stopped him there, put his hand away.

"I-" you paused and sat up on the bed, sending Changbin tipped to the side and onto the bed, "I don't feel comfortable with you touching my scar," you meekly said.

Changbin got quiet, he thought that since he had seen your scars it was okay for him to touch them too, he felt bad for being insensitive.

"I am sorry," he quickly apologized.

He caressed your cheek, tenderly as he would to a flower, "you're beautiful to me no matter what," he softly spoke, running a thumb over your lips.

"CHANGBIN!!!"

Changbin jolted on the bed listening to your brother calling him from afar.

"You'd better get back," you said to him.

He nodded, "Can I at least get a kiss before I get back?"

You smiled then leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the lips, and when you pulled away, he brought your face close again to steal another kiss.

He shot you a smile before leaving your bedroom and closed the door behind him without making a sound, he quickly went to his bedroom and pretended he just napped in his room.

A while later, your brother came into his room through the connecting door, "my friend is throwing a party tonight," he informed, then collapsed onto the bed next to him, "let's go after dinner,"

Changbin mumbled his answer like he just woke up from his sleep.

Your brother suddenly sniffed his shirt, "you smell like my sister," he said in an accusing tone.

Changbin's heart skipped a beat.

"Did you use her shampoo?" Your brother asked with eyebrows furrowed, "the one in the pink bottle in our bathroom?"

Changbin stifled a nod with his heart beating out of his chest.

"Ah, that's why," your brother exclaimed.

Changbin turned on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

The party went on the whole night, and Changbin stayed to the very end to make up for leaving your brother at the bonfire that night.

Your brother successfully went home still sober enough to walk on his own even though Changbin had to assist him in climbing up the stairs and lay him down on his bed.

He dragged himself to the bedroom, tired and half-drunk, he thought of coming to your bedroom but knowing that it was almost 4 in the morning, it would be better if he leave you to rest.

He woke up late the next morning, then walked into your brother's bedroom to find that he was still sleeping too.

He woke him up and went downstairs together, where your mom had prepared plates of food for them for missing breakfast.

After that, went to sit on the sunchairs and tried to fully sober up by shaking up some sun.

"Hey sist," your brother said as he spotted you coming to the pool, "they missed you at the party last night," he said to you.

You gave him a lopsided smile, "let me guess, you guys went sledding down the stairs again?" You asked.

Your brother laughed, "never gets old," he remarked.

Changbin's eyes were fully on you, he couldn't quite decipher the expression on your face, but what happened next, made it hard for him to keep his cool.

You took off your dress, revealing your body in your navy blue swimsuit, then walked to the edge of the pool, flashed a smile at him before jumping into the water.

Your brother didn't even steer on his sunchair but reclined on his seat with his sunglasses on, unaware of how magnificent you looked diving under the water.

Changbin swallowed and sighed and swallowed again the whole time he watched it, trying to contain his excitement from watching you swimming next to your brother.

He watched as you took a few laps around the pool before getting out of the pool.

You wiped the water from your face, then twirled your hair around your hand, drops of water dripping down your body, you picked up your dress from the grass and took it with you back inside the house.

If your brother weren't there, he would have gotten into the pool with you and done more than just swimming with you.

"Honey, can you drive me to town?" Your mother appeared behind him, snapped him out of his daze, "I need to buy some groceries,"

Your brother got up from the sunchair, "yeah, sure," he answered your mom.

Changbin knew that your brother would ask him to come along, but the problem was, he wanted to stay.

Your brother sighed and took his shirt with him, "you don't have to come, I won't be long," he said, then headed into the house.

After watching the car get out of the gate, Changbin ran back inside the house, met your dad on his way to his study room then went upstairs to your bedroom.

He knocked on your bedroom door this time because he knew no one else at home except for your dad, who probably reading in his study.

But after a while, you didn't open the door so he let himself in and closed the door behind him, he was about to check the bathroom when you came out from there in your bathrobe.

"Can't help yourself, huh?" You asked him with a sly smile.

He smirked, "you teased me first," he defended.

Changbin walked up to you with his impatient hand reached for the tie of your bathrobe, again feeling like a kid impatiently unwrapping his Christmas gift.

But you pushed him in the direction of the bed instead, until the back of his legs hit your bedframe, he pulled you with him, sending you both crashing onto the bed.

He easily had you pinned underneath him in a few seconds, staring deep into your eyes as his hands parted your bathrobe open.

He kissed your mouth and from there, made a trail of kisses down your body until his mouth landed on your delicate flesh.

He kissed your inner thigh that led him back to your heating core, then spread your legs open so he could see your gushing cunt, so wet for him.

Changbin hummed, his mind went haywire at the lustful sight. He stuck out his tongue and ran a long, wet lick down your slit.

You squirmed a little, slipping your hand into his hair and gently tugging at it.

He vigorously licked your cunt with his thumbs circling on your clit, lapping and sucking your essence, thoroughly enjoying it.

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans as you arched your back, seeking more friction and Changbin mercilessly taking your cunt into his mouth.

It didn't take long for you to cum with his mouth on yours, almost clamped his head between your thighs if he wasn't keeping it open with his strong arms.

He kissed your thighs as you relished the immense pleasure of your sweet release, pulling his head back to meet yours so you could kiss him, tasting yourself on his mouth.

"Were you testing me earlier?" He asked you with his face hovered a few inches above you.

You shook your head with a sly smile on your face.

"You did that on purpose, I knew it," he said, then planted a sloppy kiss on your open mouth.

He put a hand on your backside and squeezed on your ass, "You're so bad," he said again your lips while you giggled.

"What if your brother finds out?" He asked you.

"What if my brother finds out?" You asked back at him with an eyebrow raised.

Changbin got quiet, he had been thinking about this for a while now. He thought of telling him about it, come clean about him dating you behind his back so he could freely be with you without having to hide from anyone in the house.

Part of him wanted that, but another part of him was afraid that it would change the dynamic of his friendship with your brother.

As if his mind called out to him, he heard a car pulling up in the driveway and knew right away, your brother had just come back from the town.

"You'd better get back," you said to him, then sat up on the bed, fixed your bathrobe.

You looked at him and smiled, "one more kiss?"

He nodded.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, just like you expected, he stole another kiss, a long, lingering one before walking out of the door.

The next day after lunch, he packed some clothes and shoved them into a backpack. Your brother and his friends were going to another beach to surf, he didn't know a thing about surfing, but he could try.

He went downstairs, carrying his backpack in his hand, and bumped into your mother on the base of the stairs, "heard you guys going surfing?" She asked.

Changbin courteously smiled and nodded, as he and your mom walked to the car on the driveway, saw your brother loaded his things into the trunk.

Changbin handed his backpack to him, and he put it inside the trunk, he spotted another bag, but it was probably one of your brother's.

"Please, be careful!" Your mother said to him and your brother.

You appeared from behind her, carrying a tote bag you always carried whenever you went swimming. You kissed your mother's cheek, "see you later, mom!" You said to her.

"Have fun, honey," she said to you and kissed your cheek back.

You walked in his direction but walked past him to get inside the backseat of the car.

Changbin didn't think you would come for surfing, he couldn't hide his smile as he got into the passenger's side and saw you through the rearview mirror, saw you stared back at him through the reflection.

The drive took almost an hour, when you arrived there all of your friends were there, you had been friends with them since childhood and everyone knows everyone in a small town like this, you and your brother shared the same friends because you grew up together.

Everyone stripped off their clothes almost immediately once they were gathered on the beach, the raging waves excited them that they couldn't wait to surf.

Changbin tried not to look at you as you unbuttoned your shirt and slid it off, you were wearing a pair of white bikinis, and he could see your nipples poking through the fabric.

You caught him looking at you and softly chuckled, continued to take off your denim shorts next and put them on the pile next to your tote bag.

Your brother handed you a tube of sunblock, "please, do my back," he ordered you, then stood in front of you.

You put a big dollop of sunblock on your palm and applied it on your brother's back, making sure his skin was thoroughly covered with it.

"Thanks, sist," he said without looking back, then broke into a run as he saw most of his friends were already got into the water.

You put some sunblock on yourself, lather every inch of skin to shield it from the harsh sunlight. Changbin was about to offer his help when a friend of yours came up and stole the chance from him.

"Come here, let me do it for you," he said to you as he took the sunblock from you.

You could see the hint of jealousy in his eyes as he watched some guy touch your back and could feel the smoothness of your skin.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he said as his hand went to your lower back

"You can always come to my house if you want to play," you said to him as you applied some of the sunblocks on your arms.

"Maybe I will," he said, then laughed.

And you laughed along with him.

Changbin's jaws tightened, witnessed the two of you flirting right in front of his eyes, he so badly wanted to take you away and have him for himself.

"Changbin! Come on!" Your brother shouted from across the beach, gesturing him to join him. He stomped his way to the water, but the surfing lesson pretty much occupied his mind that he didn't think about anything but trying to balance his body on the surfboard.

He was so bad at it, your brother was so done teaching him how to surf while his other friends giggling watched him fell off his board so many times.

He went ashore along with your brother, shoulders slumped, wet and exhausted.

"Dude, it's okay, you can't be good at everything," your brother said to him as he patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, sist," your brother called for you, gestured you to come at him

You planted the end of your surfboard on the sand, picked up a bottle of water from the picnic basket, took a long gulp.

"Can you stay with Changbin? I and the other are going to catch some waves," he said to you.

You nodded and gasped as you swallowed the water, "yeah, sure," you answered.

"She'll teach you, she's a better teacher than me," your brother said to Changbin, then ran back to where his friends were with his surfboard.

You took another gulp, then handed it to Changbin, slyly smiled at him, "you might want to dehydrate first," you said to him.

Maybe it was because of you that he began to get the hang of surfing, he couldn't really stand on the board yet, but he knew how to paddle through the waves.

When he fell over his board, you rushed to come to him and helped him get up.

"You okay?" You asked him.

He laughed, somehow it was fun even though he kept failing, but the worst that could happen was him getting into the water.

"Yeah, I'm good," he answered.

He sighed and picked up his board, "let's do it again!"

You picked smaller and steady waves for him, not going too far inside the sea and shouting out instructions when he paddled through.

He didn't know how much time he had spent time but when he paddle back into the sea, the sun was about to set.

He sat on his board and you sat on yours, looking at the sun that slowly sinks into the sea with a burst of golden on the sky.

He turned his head at you, looking at your face glowed with the last golden rays of the sun, and he reached for your hand, then clasped it with yours.

You looked back at him, at his warm smile that somehow felt warmer than the glowing sunset.

"Should we head back now?" You asked him.

"A little bit more," he answered and stayed for a moment until the last sliver of sun disappeared from the sky.

You volunteered to be the one who drove the car home since you were the only one who knew the way back beside your brother, your brother had a few drinks earlier, worried that he might not be sober enough to drive. You were right though, he passed out after a few minutes of drive, curled up on the backseat of the car.

"You can sleep if you're tired too," you said to Changbin who sat on the passenger's side.

He shook his head, "no, I'm good," he said.

"So, what do you think?"

"What?"

"Surfing," you answered and put the hair behind your ear from getting blown up by the wind from the car window.

Changbin went on to help you tame the hair, "It's hard,"

You softly chuckled, "was I tough on you as your surfing instructor?"

"Just a little," he answered with a sly smirk.

You laughed at his answer, and all of a sudden, he kissed your cheek.

"What's that for?" You asked.

"For being a tough but good surfing instructor," he answered with his face still leaning close to you, then pressed another kiss on your temple.

By the time you arrived home, it was past midnight. Changbin helped your brother climb the stairs while you took their things behind them, and dropped them in your brother's bedroom.

Changbin walked you to your bedroom while hugging you from the back, "Goodnight," he whispered into your ear.

You pulled him into the bed instead, "come lay down with me for a while," you asked him.

How could he say no to this? He got on the bed and lay next to you, took your head, and rested it on his chest.

"The comfiest pillow in the world," you playfully said.

Changbin laughed as he rubbed your back, fingertips lightly trailing your bare skin.

"Who's that guy who put sunblock on you?" He asked out of the blue.

"Lee?"

"Huh?"

"That's Lee, we've been friends since we were five. He used to be so skinny and had crooked teeth," you said to him.

"And all of sudden, he's a hunk of a man?" He asked.

You laughed, "Changbin, stop being jealous," you mumbled with your eyes closed.

"I'm not," he denied, then smacked his lips together, "I'm not jealous," he insisted.

You grabbed his chin and pecked on his lips, "I pick you over any man," you said to him, then nuzzled your head on his chest.

"I told you, I'm not jealous," he complained, but at the same time, couldn't contain his gleeful smile at your words.

You fell asleep after a few minutes of him rubbing your back and caressing your head, he carefully removed himself from you to get back to his bedroom, didn't forget to kiss your forehead, and whispered goodnight to you.

Changbin was definitely jealous.

He was happy that the first thing he saw when he went out of the house was you reading a book with your body in the pool, but his smile faded the moment he saw Lee was also in there, leaning against the wall of the pool leaving a small space between you and him.

He couldn't really see you since you wore that big sunglasses of yours, but you were certainly talking to him.

"Lee, come on! Get out of the pool!" Your brother suddenly said to him

"What?" Lee asked in confusion.

"Let's play volleyball," your brother said, then outstretched his hand at him to pull him out of the pool.

Changbin followed behind them, everyone else was already there.

You followed not long after, putting on your denim shorts and watching from the sideline, on the grass with the other.

The game got heated when the rival team, Lee's team got one man down, and he pulled you to replace him.

Changbin never thought you would be good at volleyball as you kept scoring for the team, the scores he didn't mind, but all the side hug Lee gave you for every time you scored bothered him so much.

You asked out once you got tired, then headed back to the house and searched for your mom, "Mom, do we have ice packs?"

You looked inside the fridge and went looking for it.

"It's on the lower freezer," your mother answered.

"Your shoulder hurt again?" She asked.

"I played volleyball," you answered with a grimace.

Your mother glared at you.

"It was fun, mom, I can't help it," you explained, then sat on the stool pushed to the kitchen island.

Your mother went behind you and helped compress your shoulder with the ice packs, letting the cold seep into your skin.

Changbin and your brother came trudging through the kitchen door, going straight to the fridge to take two cans of soda.

"Hurt yourself again, sist?" Your brother asked you.

You put on a thin smile, "just the usual,"

"Great spikes, by the way!" Your brother held up his hand for a high-five.

You clapped your hand with him, "Thanks!"

Changbin looked at you with such weariness but followed your brother back to the bedroom.

"Is she okay?" Changbin asked your brother as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

Your brother took a big gulp of his soda and gasped, "she's not supposed to use her shoulder too much," he explained, then plopped onto the rolling chair, "don't worry, she's okay," he added.

Changbin had been standing in the middle of the room for quite some time that it baffled your brother, "if you worry that much, I might think you date my sister," he said as he swiveled on his chair.

Changbin got quiet, tongue-tied, he felt exposed, and maybe this was the right time to come clean.

"Let's go shower, we have another bonfire tonight," your brother said, then went into the bathroom.

Maybe he would tell him later after the bonfire.

But he couldn't stay still during the bonfire, he didn't even want to be there in the first place, he wanted to check on you and see if you were alright.

"Here, have a drink," your brother handed him a bottle of beer, "you look like you need it," he added.

Changbin took the bottle but did not take a sip, he just stared at it.

Your brother nudged his side, "go on, drink it," he said to you.

"I'm dating your sister," he blurted out like that but thankfully not loud enough for everyone to hear.

Your brother burst out laughing, "dude, you think I wouldn't know if you've been secretly fooling around my sister?" He asked him.

Changbin blinked, he couldn't guess if that was a real question or he had known it for some time now.

"And you think I would be mad?" He asked again.

He took a sip of his beer, "she's her own person, okay? She's allowed to date whoever she wants," he explained.

"I just think that you would be mad for dated her behind your back," Changbin said.

"A little," your brother answered along with a shrug, "it's alright, really," he assured him.

Changbin put his bottle of beer down on the warm sand and licked his lips, he didn't know how to properly explain how things got here.

"You don't need to explain, just go and make sure she's alright," your brother told him.

Changbin once again got amazed with the bonds you have, at first glance, he thought your brother was indifferent, but he actually cared for you, respected you as your own person, and protected you as an older brother would to his younger sister.

"I'll see you home," Changbin said to him, then left the beach.

You were lying on your side when he entered your room, and he didn't waste time to get on, lying behind you and putting his hand around you.

You stirred in your sleep, feeling his arms around you and your first thought was there must be something wrong.

"What's wrong?" you mumbled to him.

Changbin buried his head in the crook of your neck, "Nothing," he sighed, "It's just that... I've never been this happy for a while," he answered.

You smiled and turned on your bed to face him, softly placed your lips on his, just feeling each other's lips, then rest your head on his chest.

Changbin rubbed your shoulder, "Is your shoulder okay?"

"Mmh," you hummed your answer, "It's okay now, don't worry!" you assured him.

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

"Will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Yes," Changbin said without the slightest of doubt and drew you closer to him.

It felt good that he didn't have to worry about getting found out by your brother, he didn't have to hide his feelings for you again, and he could freely touch you whenever he wanted.

He kissed your bare shoulder, then let himself drift to sleep with all those nice thoughts in his head.

Changbin spent every night sleeping in your bedroom ever since, making sure your brother was already sleeping before sneaking into your bedroom.

You went out for a swim in a lake one night and made out under the moonlight just like he wanted.

During the day, you swam in the pool together with your brother there too, acting clueless about your relationship and keeping his cool about it.

When Changbin couldn't help himself, he took you to your mother's greenhouse and making out with you there, accidentally broke one of your mother's potted plants.

One day, you came into his bedroom when your brother was napping in the next room, found Changbin was sitting on his bed, playing with his phone.

You sat on his lap, straddling him, kissing him that he didn't have any other option but returned the kiss.

"Your brother is sleeping in the next room," he whispered into your ear.

"I know," you whispered back.

He sighed and sensed that you were up to no good.

"Let's go to your room," he said and tried to get you off his lap.

You resisted and whined like a little kid, kissing him more to melt him down.

You kissed her neck, slightly sticking out your tongue to make a wet trail on his neck, then kissed the skin behind his ear.

"I want to taste you in my mouth," you whispered to him with your lips grazing his earlobe.

Changbin's cock twitched inside his jeans, got hard in an instant, and he broke into a cold sweat just from the thought of it.

You kissed him again for a few moments to finally kneel on the floor in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes as your hands worked open his jeans.

"What if your brother hears us?" He asked you.

"Then try not making any noise," you answered and pulled his erection out of his underwear.

You pumped his length, hands softly stroked the swollen flesh while looking up at him.

"You're so bad," he said to you as he cupped your jaw in his hand and bit his lower lip.

You softly giggled and brought the tip of his cock close to your mouth but not quite making contact with it yet.

You slowly opened up your mouth with your eyes locked with his, then licked the head of his cock, wetting it with your saliva.

Changbin whimpered, you hadn't put his cock in your mouth yet he already couldn't stay still on his seat.

You licked the underside of his cock in one long lick, then smiled at him, making him grunt with his hand fisted the sheet.

"Shhh," you shush him, "you don't want us to get caught, right?" You teased then without warning, put his cock in your mouth.

Changbin pressed his lips together, trying not to make any sound that would trigger your brother in the next room.

But his eyes intently watched as you took his length little by little until it was wholly inside your mouth.

You had to pull out the first time and gasped for air, "you're so big," you softly exclaimed, wiping a string of saliva down your chin with the back of your hand.

"I know you can take it," he said to you.

You giggled, then put his cock in your mouth again, reorganizing your breath to finally be able to suck him off, going up and down his length.

He put all of your hair to one side to give him a clear view of how nicely your mouth wrapped around his big cock.

The moans you made with your mouth full of his cock, vibrated and made Changbin lose all sense of control.

He bucked his hips at you, fucking your mouth and you felt so aroused that your hand went down to play with your clit.

"Oh, your mouth feels good around me," Changbin murmured.

You smirked with your mouth full of him.

"Look at you touching yourself with your mouth full of my cock," he cooed and caressed your jaw.

His hand went to the back of your head and took a fistful of your hair, guiding you to his preferred pace, up and down his length.

Changbin might have lost in the pleasure, he roughly pulled at your hair too hard he could feel your whines around him.

"You wanted your brother to see you full of my cock, huh?" He said to you to make you stop whining.

Changbin bucked his hips hard a few times that he couldn't pull out just in time to cum outside, when he pulled out, he saw his cum inside your mouth as you gasped for air.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to cum inside you," he said to you, then saw you swallowed all of it.

His cock twitched at such pornographic view, extremely aroused him in an inexplicably way.

He rubbed your jaws, "such a good girl!" He cooed.

"You want me to finish your mess?" He asked, eyeing the way your hand went inside your skirt to touch yourself.

He got you up from the floor and took you to the face the desk pushed to the bedroom window, from there you could see the view of the gate and your mother's greenhouse.

"Bend down for me," he ordered.

You complied, laying your hands flat on the wooden desk and bending down against it.

His hand went to trail down the arch of your back before slipping his hand down your core, palming your clothed cunt with your underwear damp from your fingering yourself.

He scrunched up your skirt and ripped your underwear with such force, a gasp slipped past your mouth.

"Be quiet," he reminded you.

You locked your jaws together as he inserted his fingers inside you, drenching you out before he pushed his length in.

A muffled moan escaped his gritted teeth as he bottomed out, he brought his mouth close to your ear, "now try not to make a sound as I fuck you hard, okay?"

You shuddered at his sweet taunting but were excited to find out if he would do that to you.

And he did, he fucked you really hard you had a hard time trying to stay quiet, your hands gripped the end of the desk with eyes screwed shut as you took every of his hard and shallow thrusts.

You cried as he nudged the right spot inside you that Changbin immediately shoved his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans as he relentlessly rammed into you.

"Good girl doesn't make any noise," he reminded you.

And maybe it was because you were already halfway there when he began fucking that you cum not long after, legs trembling and your hand clutching onto his big arms from falling onto the floor.

With one arm holding you by your waist, he thrust into you a few times more to finally cum inside you and sank his teeth onto your shoulder as he released inside you.

You yelped and quickly closed your mouth, stood on your feet as you felt like you didn't really touch the floor.

"Such a good girl for me," he said as he angled your head to kiss you.

You giggled into his mouth, putting your hands on your waist.

"Come to the bonfire with me," he said to you.

"Okay," you shortly replied.

Changbin came to the bonfire with your brother, you promised to catch up with him as soon as you were done helping your father with something in his study.

"If I could help my father, I would," your brother said to him as he sat next to Changbin on a log of a fallen tree, "too bad I don't have the brain for it," he said.

"Huh?" Changbin looked at him with a confused look.

"My sister is the brain of our family and the only one who can help my father with his research paper," your brother elaborated.

"She'll come, don't worry," he added, then sipped his beer.

Changbin awkwardly laughed, he must have seemed jittery waiting for you for a while now.

"At first, I thought that I would hate anyone who dated my sister because well, she's my sister," your brother said, "but I'm glad it's you,"

"Are you trying to praise me here or what?" Changbin joked.

"I'm serious," your brother sternly said.

"Well, thank you," Changbin softly muttered with utmost sincerity.

"But I won't be glad to fight you if hurt her," he said.

"I told you, I won't," Changbin convinced him, then took a small sip of his beer.

"But it's bound to happen," your brother said, "you'll be leaving in a few days,"

And Changbin didn't need the reminder of his time was about to come to an end in here, that he'd be back to the city, to his dull routine, away from the beach, from your old house with its creaking doors, from your mother's homegrown apples, and ultimately, away from you.

"What are you going to do about it?" Your brother asked you.

Changbin honestly didn't know. He had been avoiding such questions that his subconscious asked him every night before sleep, he hated the thought of not having all these things in a few days. His mouth got dry as the truth got the best of him.

Just like the thought rang and signaled you to come, he saw you came to the beach, and you waved at your friends as you made your way to him.

"You want any beer, sist?" Your brother asked you.

You took his bottle instead and took a sip, then winced, "I'll never understand why you like beer," you said to him and handed him his bottle of beer back.

"Hey," you said to Changbin as you sat next to him.

"Hi," he said back, putting a hand around your shoulder, "done with helping your father?"

You shook your head, "I got a headache if I stay any longer," you said, then pecked his lips.

Changbin would never get used to it, kissing you in front of your brother, so far it had always been you who kissed him first.

"Want to take a walk?" He asked you, he wanted to get a bit of privacy to talk about the things he talked about earlier with your brother.

"Okay," you answered.

You walked in silence, listening to waves breaking as you walked along the shoreline, holding hands, and stopped to look at the moon with a part of it that went dark.

"Come with me," Changbin said.

"Where?"

"Back to the city," he replied.

You chuckled, "sure, I'd love to,"

It was supposed to make him happy, but your fast answer only confused him, "really?"

"Yeah," you answered.

"But not right now," you quickly added.

Changbin knew that you hadn't really finished your sentence.

"I still need some time to figure out what I want to do with my life," you explained to him.

"I don't want to part with you," he sadly said, his eyes looked sad when he said it.

"Just a little bit more time," you said to him.

"Swimming used to be the word that defines me, and now I need to find another word for it," you elaborated, facing him and looking at him in the eyes as you spoke.

"You are more than just a word," he said to you along with a caress on your cheek.

"I know," you placed a hand on his, "and we're not parting, we'd just be temporarily in different places with each other," you lightly stated.

Changbin laughed and pecked at your lips at how adorable you looked as he held your face in his hands, "you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he muttered, his breath brushing the skin on your face as he spoke.

He leaned in, captured your lips in his in a searing kiss, tasting the summer on your lips, and let his lungs burn from running out of oxygen.

You ended up the one who let go of the kiss, "let's go swimming," you invited.

You stripped off both of your clothes, skinny dipping in the dark with the pale moonlight shining down on you.

Your bodies tangled together in the water, salty and warm, smooth and rough. You held on to him with your hands around his neck, staring into each other’s eyes as both of your bodies floated, swaying with every passing of the current.

"I love you," he said to you, it surprised him how easily he said those words while his heart felt like about to burst into pieces.

"I love you," you said back, knowing well enough how much those words burden you but set you free at the same time.

Changbin took you home after with one destination in mind, your bed.

With all these feelings overflowed inside him, he wanted so badly to make love to you, channeling all the feelings he had in him to you.

He wanted to make you feel loved, to let you know how much you meant to him, the only one who could shake up his world and make it alright in a turn of a night.

And you spread your legs open for him, surrendered yourself to him, not giving up but giving in.

Changbin had to hold himself back not to lose himself as he pounded into you, his hands propped on each side of your head, going in and out of you with eyes bore deep into you.

His hips incessantly moving, thrusting, going as shallow as possible, making you moan, whimper, and whined underneath him.

"Please, please," you said to him as you sensed your climax was closing in.

Changbin picked up the pace, jackhammer into you with all the strength he got in him until you cum around him, and he cum not long after.

He stayed inside you, not willing to pull out of you yet, cuddling you, enveloping you in his embrace until you both fell asleep with him still inside you.

Changbin got awoken in the break of dawn, he got up and saw the sun peeking out from the horizon as he looked at the beach in the distance.

He looked down at you who were deep in your slumber, looking like a fallen angel with your cheek pressed onto the pillow.

He ran a thumb over your lips before his took over, gave your lips an innocent, sweet kiss that made you steer in your sleep.

He pulled the blanket to the side and exposed your naked body for his eyes to lust on, soft and smooth as far as his hand went. He slumped on the bed so he could kiss your body, worshipping every inch of it because you were beautiful to him.

"Changbin?" You mumbled and saw his head rested on your stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he said, then kissed the skin close to your belly button.

You softly smiled, the butterflies in your stomach began flying around.

Changbin put his hand on the scar on your hip, and your hand flew to his.

"Let me touch you, please?" He pleaded.

You put your hand away from his and let him have his way with you.

Using his fingertips, Changbin trailed the indentation the scar made on your flesh and the stitches marks to where it ended on your mid-thigh.

He replaced his hand with his mouth next, kissing your scar to show you just how much he admired it the same as other parts of your body.

"You're perfect to me," Changbin whimpered between his kisses.

You lowly moaned, feeling so appreciated and worshipped by him. You felt ashamed knowing someone else loved your scar and not you, it wasn't something that you should be ashamed of in the first place, it showed you how much you fought in life.

You held him, grateful for him for showing you how much you deserve to be loved.

You turned over and had him under you, you kissed his mouth as you sat on his legs.

Changbin had his hands under his head, watching you fucking him, your breasts jiggling, and your eyes were on him.

It felt different to see your body in daylight, he could see you clearly, you have a faint mole under your left breast, tan lines of your bikini top, you have a birthmark on your lower ribcage, and when the sun hit your eyes, they were light brown.

Changbin sat up so he could kiss you.

You reclined and bent your knees with your feet flat on the bed, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his thigh, and began moving again.

With your breasts right in front of his eyes, Changbin took the opportunity to play with them, fondled them, sucking each one in turns and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

When you cum around him, you let out a loud moan that you muffled with your hand covering your mouth while Changbin suppressed his by pressing his mouth on your neck as he climaxed.

"Who needs breakfast, huh?" Changbin said as he held you close, panting and licking his lips.

You lightly chuckled, "I still need coffee though," you responded.

"And I need to drink your mom's freshly squeezed orange juice," Changbin added.

Changbin kept reminding himself not to fuss about the summer vacation about to end.

He occupied himself with you, did so many things as he could with you, swimming in the lake at night and on the beach during the day, went to buy ice cream and switched when yours about to finish, sleeping in your bedroom every night and went back to his bedroom in the morning, making out in your mom's greenhouse and tried not to break her potted plants, rubbed each other’s feet under the table during dinner and stole a few kisses in between when your parents weren't looking.

When the day came, he stayed a little longer in your bed, holding you as much as he could, drinking in your sense that would remind him of the best summer he ever had for bringing you into his life.

"Last breakfast together!" Your mother crooned from across the table.

Everyone's attention darted to Changbin, who sat next to your brother and across from you.

"I can't believe a month has passed," your father added, he didn't smoke this morning but on his second cup of coffee already.

"Stay for another week!" Your father teased while patting him on the shoulder.

"I told you, dad, this man has a fixed schedule," your brother explained, saving Changbin from the trouble.

"It's too early for wine, but I'm going to make us mimosas," your mother announced then left to the kitchen.

"How was it? Living with us for a month?" Your father asked him.

Changbin didn't plan on getting sentimental about it, but the question made all the memories he made in here flash through his mind like a movie in a fast-forward. Your family had been treating him not less like their own child, your brother had been nothing but a good friend and a brother that he never had, and you, you were a godsend.

"To be honest, I never want to leave," he answered, summed up his answer into an honest, shorter version.

"Then don't!" Your father responded.

Your mom came back with a tray of Champagne flutes filled with mimosas and handed everyone a glass.

"A toast to Changbin, our most cherished guest this summer," your father announced as he held his glass up in the air.

Everyone clanged their glasses together and collectively took a sip.

"I want to say thank you for letting me stay here for a month, and enjoyed all these delightful things. Thank you so much," he sincerely said.

Your mother cooed, "Please, don't hesitate to visit us anytime you want. Our town is beautiful in winter too," she said to him

"Of course! Please let me know if you ever come to the city," he said back.

Your mother put an arm around you and squeezed your shoulder, "what do you think, honey? Isn't it nice having him here?"

You took a sip of your mimosa and smiled, "yes," you replied.

He saw a glint of sadness in your eyes that he quickly looked away, afraid that he might get caught in the feelings, didn't want to make it sadder than it already was.

Changbin also got a hunch that your parents actually knew you were together, they knew but kept it to themselves.

Changbin put the last bag into the trunk and when he turned around, your parents were standing in front of the door of the house.

He walked up to them to deliver his farewell, "Thank you once again!" He said to him.

Your father shook his hand and pulled him into a quick hug, while your mom hugged him as a mother would then kissed his cheek, "take care, Changbin," she said to him.

He saw you appear from the side of the house and made your way to him, "we're not parting, okay?" You reminded him.

He nodded, "I know,"

You threw your hands around his neck and hugged him, "take care," you said to him even though there was so much more you wanted to say.

"Stay away from Lee, okay?" He said to you.

You laughed, and it reverberated throughout your body, you hummed your answer to finally let go of the hug.

You looked into each other’s eyes and were aware of other pairs of eyes watching you right now.

Changbin threw away all of the fears he had inside of him and braved himself to kiss you, kissing you properly because he knew he would regret it if he didn't.

"See you again," he said when he let go of the kiss.

"See you again," you said back and watched as he got into the car.

Your brother honked the horn twice to finally drive away, out of the house, taking him away from you, and ended your summer.

When you walked back to the direction of the house, your mother opened her arms wide at you, and you ran to hug her, melted into her embrace.

"Oh honey, you must be sad," she crooned and patted your head.

And you got sadder as your mom tried to comfort you, maybe it was the maternal instinct in her that sensed you were seeking consolation.

Your father rubbed your back, "the pain itself is love," he said to you.

And it was true, the pain was what made it real, what made you believe that it was more than just a summer fling, it was love.

A real, real love.

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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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STARS ALIGNED.

PART I

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Author's Note: Advance warning! Prepare your delulu ass and embrace the cuteness, like it or not.

Chan was deep in his thoughts when the elevator dinged open, or he was too sleepy to barely function.

He waited until the door slid open to get in, then pushed the button to his apartment floor, when the elevator was about to slide shut, he saw someone coming his way.

Chan hurriedly pushed any button to halt the elevator door from closing as he watched you half-jogged into the elevator, carrying a coat and bag in one hand.

"Thank you," you muttered when you got in, then stood on the opposite corner as the elevator began riding up the building. Chan rubbed his eyes to take a look at you, he glanced at you, up and down.

You were wearing a skin-tight dress in the color he likes so much, black. The dress dipped low at the cleavage and hung low, right on the mid-thighs, Chan guessed that you must have been coming back from a night out.

Then you bent over to fix the strap of your shoes, and Chan's eyes flicked to the exposed skin on the back of your thighs, then down to where your hands worked open the straps, then strapped it back again, properly.

You yelped when you almost tripped, and Chan was ready to help you, but fortunately, you gripped the handlebar on time.

Chan almost forgot that he was in the elevator and his floor was one level away, stood up and looked straight ahead.

The elevator dinged again, signaling that it had arrived on his floor, and Chan caught a whiff of your nice-smelling perfume when he walked past you.

Chan didn't want to creep on you, but he was also curious about which floor you lived on.

When he looked back though, you were also getting out of the elevator and were walking behind him, but went in the opposite direction of the hall that leads to the other unit on his floor.

You walked up to the door and unlocked it. And that was the first time Chan saw the neighbor of his new apartment.

He got excited thinking that this wouldn't be the last time he saw you if you're neighbors.

-

"This is a really nice apartment," Jeongin beamed as he looked around Chan's new and still lack of furniture apartment.

Chan poured a glass of juice for himself and then took a canned soda for Jeongin, "I should thank you for telling me about it," he said, then handed Jeongin his drink.

Jeongin popped open the soda, "it was actually my aunt, she recommended it to me," he replied, then gulped his drink.

He gasped after he swallowed the drink and then sat on the sofa, "she lives in the next unit, by the way," he informed.

Chan thought he misheard him, so he didn't think about it that much. "I planned on giving this to my little cousin," he muttered while holding a paper bag, "but they're not at home right now," he sighed.

Jeongin placed the paper bag on the glass table, "can you give it to them instead?"

"Huh? Me?" He asked in utter confusion.

Jeongin nodded, "my aunt knows all of you," he assured him, "she'll recognize you,"

Chan pursed his lips, "but is your aunt really living in the next unit?" Jeongin nodded again as he sipped his carbonated drink.

"Why?" He asked.

"I've seen the person who lives in the next unit, and I don't think it's your aunt," he explained.

"That only means you're not famous enough," Jeongin joked, then got up from the sofa.

"I have to go, Hyung! I have practice," he said. He went to the kitchen to get his bag and slung it across his shoulder.

"Don't forget about my little cousin's gift," he pointed to the paper bag on the table.

But Chan forgot about it until the next day when he came back from the studio late at night and saw the paper bag still sitting on the table. He went to the next unit after breakfast the next morning, pushed the doorbell, and as he waited he peeked inside the bag to see the toys inside.

A moment later, the door was opened by a middle-aged woman, "Yes? Can I help you?" She asked.

Oh, so this must be Jeongin's aunt, he thought. "I am a friend of Jeongin," he announced.

But she looked as confused as he was, Chan thought that maybe she didn't recognize him as Jeongin said.

"He wants me to give you this for his little cousin," he said, then handed her the bag. He could hear the noise of cartoons playing on the TV and noises a little kid made inside the apartment.

The lady took the paper bag and smiled, "I'll make sure to let her know," she said.

"Oh, thank you," Chan muttered to her, "And I'm sorry that I delivered it late,"

"It's alright," she replied.

Chan nodded, "anyway, have a good day!" He said, then took a few steps back from the door.

And the lady smiled at him once again before closing the door.

Chan sighed in relief, but as he walked, he got confused, if she was Jeongin's aunt, then who's the girl he saw that day in the elevator?

He pulled out his phone to text Jeongin to inform him about the paper bag and ask him about his aunt.

But he stopped once he noticed the elevator dinged open, and you came out of it, you looked like you just came back from working out or probably back from the gym downstairs.

Your hair was damp with sweat, and you were fanning yourself with your hand, wearing tight dark leggings and a white t-shirt, the striking color of your sports bra was visible through the fabric.

He didn't know why, but Chan looked away as you walked closer in his direction.

"Good morning!" You said to him when you walked past by.

"Good morning!" Chan mumbled his reply and tried so hard not to look back at you.

He slowed his walk and heard you entering the passcode of your apartment, then got in.

Chan was getting more confused now, but he settled with the statement that maybe you are Jeongin's other cousin and you live with your mom and your little brother next to his apartment.

-

On the following day, Chan got in the elevator in the afternoon, he came home early from the night he spent working in the studio, his eyes were getting heavier the closer he got to home.

"Can you hold the elevator door open?" You shouted across him, half-jogged to make the time for the elevator before it slid shut. Chan punched the button too hard out of reflex but successfully kept the elevator door open.

You were panting once you got inside, "thank you," you muttered again.

Chan nodded, he should have said something, but the fatigue got to him.

It got quiet inside the small chamber, then you turned around and faced him, "Also, thank you for the toys for Chan," you said to him.

Chan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "pardon?"

Your hand flew to your forehead, "you delivered the gift from Jeongin yesterday," you reminded him.

"Yes," he said.

"Jeongin's aunt accepted it yesterday," he added.

You softly laughed, "but I am Jeongin's aunt," you told him.

Chan scoffed, but he didn't mean it in a rude way.

"And you are Bangchan," you added with a smile.

Chan blinked a few times, shaken by the information that he didn't see the elevator had arrived at his floor and dinged open. He dragged his feet out of the elevator and stood there facing you.

"You are Jeongin's aunt?" He asked again just in case he made it all up in his head, and because you looked so young, you would have passed as Jeongin's older sister than his aunt.

You nodded with a smile, "I think the one you met yesterday is the sitter," you told him.

"Oh!" Chan was completely taken aback.

"The sitter," he repeated like a broken robot.

Then a question popped in his head, "a sitter for who?"

"For Chan," you answered.

"Chan?" He foolishly asked you.

You laughed out loud with a hand covering your mouth, "oh, I should have known that a conservative like Jeongin wouldn't openly talk about his family like that," you said.

You cleared your throat, then clutched your bag with both hands in front of you, "I have a son, and his name is Chan," you told him.

With his lack of sleep-brain tried to receive this much information, Chan believed his head was about to explode at that very moment.

"Anyway, don't hesitate to visit sometimes," you told him, then left.

While Chan was standing there with a hand on the wall, still trying to process everything.

Once he made it to his apartment, Chan called Jeongin and bombarded him with so many questions but spared him from the embarrassing details.

Jeongin told him that you are older than Chan by two years, got pregnant with your son three years ago with your boyfriend, married for almost two years, and newly divorced a few months ago.

And all he could say to that was "wow,"

After a quick goodbye, Chan hung up the phone and put it away. Today had been overwhelming to him, that he didn't have a hard time falling to sleep like he used to.

-

A few days later, he met you at the parking basement, taking out your grocery bags from the trunk. He half-jogged to help you to lend a hand.

"Need a hand?" He kindly offered.

"Well, if you don't mind," you said to him.

Chan slung his backpack and picked up the two big grocery bags himself.

"I'll get Chan," you said to him, then walked up to the backseat to unbuckle him from the baby seat. You carried him and walked with Chan to the entrance, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

"This is my son, Chan," you introduced your son to him, "or should I say little Chan?" You playfully said.

Chan put the grocery bags down so he could take the little guy's hand, "Hello, my name is Chan too!" He said, then shook his little hand.

When he looked at both of your side by side like this, he could see the resemblance. He has your eyes and nose, you both have small, round lips and cute smiles. Then again, you could have passed as little Chan's sister than her mother.

Chan lowered his head so he could be at eye level with little Chan, "Hi, how old are you?"

But little Chan looked so drowsy as he rested his head on your chest.

"It's his nap time," you informed Chan.

Chan decided to pet his head instead and let the child rest in your arms.

He glanced at you holding the child so close and gently caressing his back until he fell asleep on your shoulder.

Once the elevator arrived at your floor, Chan carried your grocery bags right to the front of your apartment door and sighed.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked again.

"Yes," you sheepishly said.

"Can you hold the door open?"

Chan smiled, and his dimples appeared on both of his cheeks, "of course," he said.

He held the apartment door open as you stepped in carrying your child, then he took all of the grocery bags with him and placed them on the dining table.

You hurriedly lay little Chan on his crib and slowly took off his coat without trying to wake him up, you've done this a hundred times, so this came as an easy thing to do for you.

Chan was waiting for you by the dining table, and the colorful notes sticking to the fridge door in the kitchen caught his attention, he got closer to see what was written on them: a lot of phone numbers, schedules, appointments, more urgent telephone numbers then a picture of baby Chan with you with a birthday cake and another picture of you and little Chan on the beach.

He saw you coming out of little Chan's room smiling at him.

"Let me get you a drink," you said without asking him first, this was the least you could do for helping him.

You gave him a glass of orange juice, "thank you for helping me," you told him.

"And please, sit down!" You said since he had been standing from the moment he got into your apartment.

Chan sat on the chair next to the dining table and then looked at you unpacking your grocery bag to pull out a bag of apples. Which you washed them skillfully peeled with such ease like you had done it countless times, and you probably did since you have a child.

You cut them into small slices and then slid the plate in front of Chan on the table.

"You have a nice apartment!" He praised.

"That's nice of you to say!" You said.

But he was being sincere, apart from the obvious mess of little Chan's toys scattered on the carpeted floor of the living room, your apartment looks neat to him.

"I can only tidy up as much as I can when Chan is napping or sleeping," you said, then pour yourself a glass of juice.

"Oh, I mean, little Chan," you added.

Chan softly laughed because his ears perked up whenever you mentioned his name.

"How about work then?" He asked because he was seriously curious.

"I only work at the office 3 days out of a week and the rest at home," you answered.

"Most of my job desk doesn't require me to be at the office," you furtherly explained.

"And what is your job?" He asked.

"I'm a columnist," you replied.

"Interesting!" Chan beamed.

"Well, it's the only way to make a career out of my degree," you jokingly said.

Chan got stunned at how you managed to work and take care of your child, the house, everything, all alone.

You took a slice of apple and took a bite, "well, enough about me," you said.

"How about you?" You asked, then placed a hand against your cheek as you waited for his answer.

Chan never got asked such a question, and he didn't know how to answer because most people already knew what he does.

"Well, I'm always busy producing music," he answered.

“Jeongin was right when he said you are such a hardworking man," you said to him.

Chan got flustered by your praise that his ears turned red, "well, I'm trying still," he said.

You placed your hand on his then said, "don't be apologetic for being hardworking,"

Chan nodded, agreeing with your words. He left a moment later because he knew he would only disturb you the longer he stayed.

"I mean it when I said don't hesitate to visit," you told him before closing the door.

He nodded and smiled, "don't hesitate to visit my apartment too,"

"Of course!" You said, waving bye at him.

And Chan regretted inviting you to his apartment as he has so much to show to you with his apartment still a mess like this.

-

Chan was brushing his teeth when his doorbell rang, he hurriedly washed his mouth clean and then headed to the door to open it.

He didn't expect to see you, and you saw him looking like he just rolled out of the bed with his bedhead and puffy eyes on a late morning like this but luckily, he already put on a proper t-shirt.

"I am so sorry for disturbing you like this," you said to him.

Chan tried to brush his hair to neat them but ended up making it even messier, "no, it's alright," he quickly said.

"What's up?" He asked. And he winced hearing the words that came out of his mouth, he could have said something decent like 'how are you?' or 'what can I help you?' or something simple like 'good morning', but why did he settle with 'what's up?'.

"I have an urgent meeting today, and I can't get a sitter on such short notice," you explained.

"Do you mind looking after little Chan for an hour or so?" You asked.

The request took him by surprise that he spaced out for a bit.

"The girl who used to babysit Chan from the lower unit is at school at this hour, so I don't have any choice," you elaborated.

He could sense the urgency in your voice, not that Chan couldn't take care of a toddler for hours since he had taken of his younger brother before, but it was your child, and he wasn't sure if little Chan would love his company.

"I can do that," he answered.

You sighed in relief.

"But can you give me a few minutes? I need to-"

"Sure, sure," you quickly agreed, "I'll wait at my apartment," you told him.

After changing his clothes into proper ones, Chan went to your apartment and rang your doorbell.

You opened the door already dressed and ready to go, "I'm sorry again that I disturb your day," you said to him.

Chan waved you off as he stepped inside and saw little Chan sitting on the carpeted floor holding his toys, but he was intently watching the cartoon on the TV.

"If it isn't this urgent, I wouldn't have asked you, really!" you told him, feeling bad to make him babysit little Chan.

"It's okay," Chan said. "I don't have anything to do today anyway," he added. You gave him a few quick instructions if little Chan asked for something, his snacks or milk, his favorite toys or cartoon he likes to watch.

"I'll be back before lunch, I swear," you added.

"Take your time," he said to you. You squeezed his elbow, "thank you," you muttered again to him.

You squatted down on the floor next to little Chan to talk to him, "hey buddy, mommy has to go for a bit," you spoke so low.

You pointed at Chan, "but uncle Chan here will be with you while I'm away," you explained.

Little Chan nodded even though he wasn't fully listening because of the cartoon playing in the background, "you don't really listen to mommy, right?"

He giggled.

"Can mommy have a hug?" You asked.

Little Chan got up and hugged you by looping his hands around your neck.

"Can mommy get a kiss too?" You asked while pursing your lips. Instead on the lips, little Chan gave you a slobbering kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Chan smiled witnessing the whole thing, it was adorable and made him warm inside.

"Be good to uncle Chan, okay?" You said again, then kissed him on the forehead and a ruffle on his hair.

You walked up to Chan, "please, take care of him!" You said to him, then gathered your coat and bag from the dining table.

"Don't worry! I'll take care of him well," he assured you.

"Thank you once again," you sincerely said as he sent you off to the door.

"Please don't mention it! And be careful!" He said to you.

He watched you leave until you disappeared from his sight, then headed back inside to little Chan still watching the cartoon on the TV.

Chan was thankful for the experience he had with his younger brother that he knows how to be around little children like this. But little Chan was one of a kind, he's an adorable boy and a little quiet, yet so cheerful, bright.

He laughed at every little thing Chan did, and Chan liked how his laughs were so infectious. He realized he never enjoyed being around someone like this in such a long time, it also made him peculiarly nostalgic, reminded him of how pure and beautiful life could be when he play with a little kid like this.

You didn't expect the meeting would end past lunch hour, you skipped the invitation for lunch and went home right away. You were ready to apologize to Chan for making him babysit longer than you asked him to.

You entered the passcode of your apartment and got inside, hastily took your shoes off, then went inside.

But it was so quiet, probably because little Chan was napping, but once you got to the living room, you saw Chan sleeping on the sofa with little Chan lying on his stomach while holding a half-finished bottle of milk in his hand.

You smiled looking at how adorable they looked falling asleep together, you secretly took a picture of them with your phone, then silently went to your bedroom to change your clothes.

Chan woke up a moment later and saw you in the kitchen, going back and forth, taking things out of the fridge.

Seeing that little Chan was still sleeping, Chan slowly removed himself and then put the blanket on little Chan.

You smiled when you noticed Chan had woken up and came to the kitchen, "oh, did I wake you?" You asked him.

He groaned while rubbing his eyes, "oh, sorry for falling asleep," he mumbled, then sat on the dining table.

"I make sandwiches for lunch. Do you want some?" You asked him.

Chan couldn't deny that he woke up hungry, "yes, please," he replied.

You placed a plate of freshly made sandwiches in front of him with a glass of orange juice, then sat down to also eat your own.

"Thank you once again for today, Chan," you said to him.

"Please stop thanking me, it's nothing," he said with a mouthful of food.

"I hope little Chan didn't bother you so much today," you said with a sympathetic smile.

"No," he shortly replied.

"He's really, really sweet and adorable," he added.

You cooed at his praise, then sighed, "I'm glad then,"

Chan checked his phone that was vibrating in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out to see a lot of notifications.

"I think I have to go," he said as he read so many messages to tell him to come to the studio.

"Please don't let me be on the way," you said to him. "It's okay, I can go after I finish this," he said to you, then took a big bite of his sandwich.

Chan took a last look at little Chan still sleeping while sucking his thumb, and he smiled at how much he truly enjoyed playing with him.

"Thank you once again, Chan!" You said for the umpteenth time.

Chan got tired of making you stop saying it to him, "I'll be gladly doing it again," he said to you as he walked to the threshold.

"But can I come just to play with little Chan?"

You chuckled, "of course!"

He smiled at your answer, "okay then, thank you for the lunch!" He said.

"No worries!"

He looked at you and the curve of your smile that he didn't fully pay attention to earlier, how it was the same as little Chan has: a lovely, genuine smile.

"Be careful!" You said to him before closing the door.

"I will," he said back, looking at you for the last time before he left.

-

The last time Chan saw you were three days ago when he met you with little Chan in the basement parking and headed to the elevator.

His eyes shot to little Chan walking next to you, and you matched your pace with him, patiently walking at a painstakingly slow pace with your hand holding his little hand.

"Hey, where have you guys been?" Chan asked.

"We just came back from dinner with little Chan's grandad," you answered.

You let go of little Chan's hand to let him walk on his own, "I heard from Jeongin you're going to Japan?" You asked as you spotted the suitcase he had with him.

"I'm going tonight," he said.

He squatted down to welcome little Chan to his embrace, and it surprised him how he went to hug him.

You smiled seeing how little Chan grew fond of Chan, "you guys bonding in such a short time," you said, impressed.

"I think because we have the same name?" Chan guessed, then offered his hand at little Chan for a high five.

A car that came to pick up Chan arrived, and he reluctantly let go of little Chan.

"We'll play together again soon, okay?" He sweetly said to him.

Little Chan nodded while sucking his thumb but returned the high five for Chan.

You took little Chan and hoisted him up to carry him in your arms, "have a safe trip! Send my regard to Jeongin," you said to him.

The car stopped just a few steps away, and Chan dragged his suitcase with him.

"Say bye-bye uncle Chan!" You said along while waving little Chan's hand at him.

But little Chan could only mumble the words while waving his hand.

"Bye, little Chan!" Chan before he got into the car.

And he watched as the two of you still waved at him even though the car was leaving the parking basement.

-

Jeongin elbowed him on the stomach when they were queuing to get off the plane.

"Are you going to stay at the dorm, or are you going to your apartment?" He asked.

Chan shrugged. With his head still fogged with sleep and fatigue, he couldn't make a clear choice.

"I don't know," he mumbled, then put an arm around him.

"Well, if you're going home to the apartment," he pulled out a paper bag at him, "can you please give this to my aunt?" He asked.

"Wow, you really love your little cousin, huh?" Chan teased him, but he knew that Jeongin likes little children in general.

"It's not just a gift, it's a birthday gift for Chan," he said.

"Huh?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you my little cousin's name is also Chan," he said.

"No, I know that," Chan said.

"But when is little Chan's birthday?" He asked, genuinely curious because how come he missed such an important event, especially with you living next to him.

"It was yesterday," he answered.

Chan felt bad for not knowing about this. He scrolled down your social media that he secretly stalked since a few days ago, seeing all the pictures of little Chan's birthday with a cake decorated with his favorite cartoon character, and you posed with him on your lap with a birthday hat perched on your head.

He regretted not being there, he could have had so much fun with little Chan, and he would gift him something special.

But it would take time to find something special, and he got no time for that he was late for the occasion. Chan asked to be dropped off at his apartment and went up to his floor carrying Jeongin's gift for little Chan.

He went to his apartment first, washed up and changed his clothes, and checked himself in the mirror before heading out.

It was only 8 when he rang your doorbell, he was partly afraid that little Chan was already sleeping, but he got Jeongin's birthday gift as an excuse to come.

You opened the door not long after, and a smile rose on your face when you found him behind the door.

"Oh wow, hi! I didn't know you were already back from Japan!" You exclaimed, then stepped away from the door to let him in.

"Hi, sorry for coming while you're having dinner," he said as he took his shoes off and could see little Chan sitting on his baby chair pushed to the dining table.

"No, you come at the right time! We're having little Chan's favorite tonight," you informed, then led him to the dining table.

Chan glanced at the dish served on the dining table, "is it because we have the same name that our favorite food is also the same?" Chan playfully asked.

You softly laughed, then pulled out a chair for him, "please, sit down! I'll get you a plate," you told him.

Not only that it was his favorite food he was having, but you also cooked it deliciously, Chan couldn't stop stuffing his mouth, and you were more than happy to see him eat well like that.

"It's interesting to see two Chans eating their favorite food so well," you sighed in delight, then refilled the almost empty glass of Chan with water.

"But it's really good," he praised.

"It almost tastes like my mom's cook," he added, then shoved another spoonful.

Chan guessed that there's magic in every mother's hands that can make the food they make delicious and it has that distinctive taste that he can't get anywhere else.

"Thank you, Chan!" You beamed.

Little Chan giggled when he thought you called him, "Not you, it's the big uncle Chan," you said while gently poking little Chan's chubby cheek.

Before he forgets, Chan took the paper bag of Jeongin's gift for little Chan to you.

"Jeongin wants me to give this to you for little Chan," he said, "he couldn't visit because he has to practice for a show," he explained.

You pulled the wrapped box out of the paper bag and gave it to little Chan, "want to see what uncle Jeongin got you?" You asked him.

Little Chan's hands reached for the box and helplessly unwrapping the gift with his small hands, you eventually helped him to reveal a toy plane from his favorite cartoon series.

"We'll video call uncle Jeongin later to say thanks, okay?" You said to him as you put away the wrapping paper and box.

Chan hesitated to present his gift, he meekly nudged your elbow with the box.

"This one is from me," he announced.

"Oh, you don't have to!" You kindly said but took the gift from him.

You gave the present to little Chan to unwrap again, "this is from big uncle Chan," you said to him.

"Happy birthday, little Chan!" Chan sweetly congratulated him with a sweet smile and dimples on his cheek.

You gasped when you found a plushie inside the box, "oh!"

And Chan he couldn't tell if you were disappointed or slightly surprised.

"Oh, we have the uncle Jeongin's one!" You said as you handed little Chan the wolfchan plushie.

And Chan sighed with eyes closed, of course, Jeongin gifted little Chan with his designated plushie.

"Little Chan already has a favorite though," you informed him.

"The fox one?" Chan guessed.

You shook your head, "No, it's the chicken one!" You replied.

"Oh, Felix!" He exclaimed.

You nodded, "that's little Chan's favorite," you said.

You saw the disappointment in Chan's face and you quickly came up with something cheerful, "but I guess this wolfie can be little Chan's new best friend," you said.

You pinched little Chan's cheek, "right, buddy?" You asked him.

"Can you hug the wolfie? Mommy wants to take a picture!" You told him.

You positioned the plushie in his arms and then snapped a picture, which you briefly showed to Chan.

"I think wolfie and little Chan have the same smile too," Chan praised.

"Except for the dimples," you added then looked up at him as the dimples sunken when he smiled.

"Exactly like those dimples," you said to him.

Chan got flustered, he was sure his ears got red without needing to look in the mirror.

You snapped another picture of little Chan and the toy he got from Jeongin and sent it to him along with a thank you message.

"Can you excuse us for a moment? I need to bathe little Chan before he gets sleepy," you said to him as you got up from the chair.

"Then let me wash the dishes," he said.

"Oh, no, just let them. I'll do it later," you refused.

"It's nothing," he waved you off, collected the dirty dishes then took them into the sink.

Once he finished them all, he wiped the dining table clean with a cloth, and you still haven't done bathed little Chan. He got curious and peeked inside to see you were playing with him by splashing water into his body.

He smiled seeing it through the space of the ajar door then went back to the living room to get himself a glass of water.

You came out of his bedroom with the front of your white blouse drenched with water, he almost choked on his water as he saw your black lacey bra through the wet fabric.

"Chan, can you stay with little Chan for a bit? I need to change my clothes," you said from the doorway of little Chan's bedroom.

Chan had to look away for him to properly respond to you, "yes, sure," he answered.

You walked to your bedroom and shut the door close while Chan went inside little Chan's bedroom and saw him sitting on the big sofa, playing with his favorite plushie of Felix's designated plushie.

"Tiggy!" he mumbled to him while pointing to the storybook on top of the dresser.

"You want me to read you a bedtime story?" He asked him, then sat next to him on the sofabed.

Little Chan nodded.

Chan took the wolfie plushie and then handed it to him, "can you hold wolfchan? Because he wants to listen to the bedtime story too," he said adorably to steal his attention.

Little Chan hesitated but didn't complain when Chan placed the plushie in his other arm.

He triumphantly smiled at him, "wolfie is not alone anymore now," he playfully said to him.

He took a storybook from the pile on top of the dresser with a tiger on the cover and started flipping open the pages to read it. Chan put an arm around him so he could see the drawing on the book together and pointed to the character on it.

"Tiggy!!!" Little Chan shouted as he pointed to the white tiger in the storybook.

"Yes, it's a tiger!" Chan said to him while petting his head affectionately.

"Tiggy!!!" He repeated with a grin.

And Chan laughed at how cute little Chan said tiggy instead of the tiger.

"Tiggy!" Chan repeated to him.

Little Chan giggled at him while sucking his index finger, then rested his head on Chan's chest, and he felt warm, so small and fragile. Chan suddenly got protective of him.

It amazed him how a little person like little Chan could make him forget all the bad in the world and that he still can find pure, unadulterated happiness like this from him.

Chan got touched for a moment, but little Chan flipped the page and forced him to continue reading the bedtime story.

When you came to his bedroom, little Chan was already asleep in Chan's arms, sucking his thumb with his cheek pressed to the side. You grimaced at him for making him do half the work you usually do for the day.

You helped him put little Chan in his crib then kissed him goodnight on the forehead before exiting his room and tried not to make a sound in the process.

"So, you met the Tiggy?" You asked him with a soft laugh. Chan nodded, "yes. And he's one handsome tiger," he playfully remarked.

You softly laughed, then led him to sit on the sofa, "you want to see the pictures I took on little Chan's birthday?" You asked him.

"I'd love to," he said.

It was interesting that you took pictures in film and have them developed, not with digital cameras or phones. You handed him a stack of photos and huddled close to see it together.

And you took great photos, vintage looking and pleasing to the eyes.

"That's little Chan with his grandparents," you informed him.

And you pointed to a guy that Chan could easily recognize, "it's Jeongin older brother, right?" He asked.

You nodded.

Then you pointed to little Chan's smile in one picture, "look at those adorable whiskers he has," you showed him with your finger on the photo.

Chan smiled and agreed with you, he just realized that instead of dimples, little Chan has whiskers on his face when he smiles.

"He's so cute," Chan praised him as he rubbed his thumb over his face on the photo.

"He's such a sweet, sweet boy," you said with a dreamy sigh. And Chan looked at you, smiling so beautifully with crinkles in your eyes.

"I always get sentimental on his birthday," you muttered with a sad sigh.

"It feels like yesterday I was pregnant with him," you said as you rested your hand against the headrest of the sofa.

"He grew up so fast," you said as you looked into the space on the floor.

"It also makes me regret that I didn't enjoy my pregnancy back then," you sincerely admitted.

"Why?" He asked you with eyebrows furrowed.

"Firstly, because it was an unplanned one," you honestly answered.

"I was panic, afraid, scared that I couldn't take care of a human being because, at that time, I wasn't even know how to properly take care of myself," you furtherly explained.

"And most of the time, I got haunted by the fear that I can't be a mother for him," you sadly muttered.

And Chan could see the sadness in your eyes and the glimpse of fears you had at that time, so alone and afraid. People always forget that being pregnant is more than just carrying a child.

He got even more in awe than in the list of reasons you told him, none of it wasn't about you being selfish, you genuinely care for the child even before he was born. Chan thought that was when you truly became a mother: when you put your child first among everything else.

"You're a good mom, you know," he boldly said to you.

You brushed your hair to the side out of anxiety, "I'm trying still," you sheepishly said.

"When I first met you, I didn’t even know you're a mom, then I see all this and how you do everything on your own," he said, then shifted on his seat to face you, "you're amazing!"

You nodded as a way to accept his praise, "thank you, Chan!"

"You're very welcome!" He said with a sweet smile.

Chan continued looking at all the photos one by one, more little Chan with his birthday cake and a pile of birthday presents, him with a group of people which he assumed were your friends.

He couldn't hide the disappointment that he wasn't in any of these photos.

"Too bad I couldn't come to the party because this looked so fun," he said.

"We'll take a picture together next!" You suddenly said. Chan turned his head at you.

"I have to take at least one picture of two Chans together," you said with a gleeful smile.

Then you remembered something and picked up your phone, "I actually have a picture of you together," you told him and opened the photo gallery on your phone to find the picture of them falling asleep together on the sofa.

When you found it, you showed it to Chan, "I took a picture of you two that day," you said to him.

Chan looked at the picture and saw him sleeping with little Chan laying on top of him while holding a bottle of milk and his hand kept him from falling to the side.

He smiled the whole time he spent looking at his picture then snapped himself away.

"Can you send the picture to me?" He asked you.

"That'd be possible if I have your phone number," you said to him, then handed him your phone so he could put his number in your contacts.

You sent the picture right away, and Chan's phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.

Chan glanced at the clock on his phone and realized it was getting late, he needed rest from his trip since he has a packed schedule tomorrow.

"It's getting late, I'd better go," he said to you, then put his phone back into his jeans pocket.

"Yeah, you should rest! You must be tired from your trip!" You agreed.

You sent him off to the door like usual and lingered until he disappeared from your sight.

"Thank you for the dinner!" He said to you.

"I should be the one thanking you for the gift!" You said back to him.

When Chan got back to his apartment, he collapsed onto his bed and pulled out his phone to see the picture once with little Chan once again. He zoomed in into the picture, at little Chan's angelic face, sleeping so peacefully in his arms.

He didn't know how to fathom it into words, but it was like he saw a glimpse of what his future would look like, and it warmed his heart.

It would be hard for someone like him, especially in the industry he works in to have a private life before he has an established career, but as he looked at the picture of him with little Chan, he felt like his dream of having a family of his own was possible.

-

But he had to hold on to that thought much longer. He had been busy and didn't have time to come home to his apartment, he didn't even have time for himself. He could console himself with the picture he has with little Chan and sometimes stalked your social media to see a new picture of little Chan, but unfortunately, you didn't post that much lately.

One night, when got home to the dorm after a long day, he received a new message from you.

Little Chan really likes the new song, uncle Chan!

You said in the message along with a video of little Chan dancing to the song playing on the TV. Little Chan cutely danced, jumping on his little feet and also giggling along. Chan giggled along while watching the video and repeated it until he couldn't take the cuteness anymore.

Another week had passed, and Chan finally had time to come to his apartment, but he was sad that he couldn't visit right away on an early morning like this.

Just like the thought of you unconsciously calling for you, he got out of the elevator and found you waiting there in your workout attire.

"Hey! Long time no see!" You beamed while he kept the elevator door open.

"Yes, hi! How are you?" He asked.

"I'm good!" You answered, "you?"

"I'm very well," he answered as he scratched his head, "you're going to the gym?"

You nodded, then laughed, "I am so sorry, but I think we hold the elevator," you told him.

You pulled him out of the elevator and then stepped inside, "let's talk again later," you told him.

"Sure, no worries!" He said to you.

You smiled and waved at him before the elevator closed.

Chan spent the whole day sleeping in his bedroom, and when he woke up, it was dark in the room. He glanced at the clock on the wall to see if it was a proper time to visit you and wondered if little Chan was still awake. He braved himself and came to your apartment.

He got slightly shocked to find you opened the door for him, you were wearing a sweater, but he could see the silk nightdress you were wearing underneath.

"Oh hi!" You beamed and didn't wait to let him in.

"Please, come in!"

It was extremely quiet when he got in, and he believed little Chan was already sleeping.

"Little Chan is already sleeping?" He asked in a low voice. You shook your head, "no, he's at his dad for the weekend," you told him.

Chan got a bit disappointed, but there was not much he can do.

"You want to drink something?" You asked him.

"Juice?" You offered with your head slightly tipped to the side.

"Yes, please," he replied.

Chan sat on the sofa, and he noticed that you were folding the laundry, mostly little Chan's clothes. Chan found it interesting to see clothes in small sizes like this.

"I'm sorry for the mess," you told him as you gave him his glass of juice.

You sat on the other end of the sofa, "I feel a little fidgety when little Chan is away so this is what I do to calm myself down," you explained and took a piece of clothing from the basket, then folded it neatly on your lap before placing it on the stack.

"I find this therapeutic," he said as he watched you do all that seamlessly.

You softly laughed, "you've been busy," you said without looking at him and folded the clothes on your lap.

"Yeah, I fall asleep the moment I got back in my apartment and just woke up a while ago," he admitted but regretted saying it in such detail.

"Wow, you must be tired," you cooed at him.

Chan remembered something and handed you something, "Here! For little Chan," he said.

"It's not his favorite cartoon series, but I hope he likes it," he added. You took the signed CD from him and smiled, "even Jeongin never gifted me this before," you said.

"I have to buy it myself and have him sign it for me," you joked.

You put the CD away, "little Chan likes the song. I have to, at least, play it once a day," you said to him.

Chan smiled hearing the words and that smile of yours, so beautiful even without a touch of make-up.

"Thank you, Chan!" You muttered.

Chan smiled again, but this time, he boldly looked into your eyes. It was getting intense, and he believed you sensed it too.

You looked away first and put the neat stack of clothes away on the coffee table.

"Have you had dinner?" You asked him.

"Not yet," he honestly answered.

"You want me to cook you something?" You asked him.

"I don't want to bother you,"

"Oh please!" You rolled your eyes at him, "do I look like I'm busy here?"

Chan laughed and took a sip of his juice.

It was fascinating to him, watching you pacing around the kitchen, getting things from the cabinet and drawers, taking out ingredients from the fridge, and cooking for him.

The way you bent over to get something from the bottom freezer, stood on your tiptoe to get plates from the top cabinet, the way your body moved backward as you pulled open the drawer, and your hands skillfully chopped vegetables on the cutting board.

Everything was just so fascinating to him.

He had seen women do all kinds of things, especially cooking, but with you, it just felt different.

"This is really good!" Chan praised you once he tasted your cooking.

"Thank you!" You thanked him for the praise with a smile on your face.

"You're a great cook!" He praised you again.

You burst out laughing, "thanks to my picky eater ex-husband," you poked fun.

It always surprised him that he forgot this detail, that you did not only have a son but also had a husband until a few months ago.

"May I know why you're divorced?" Chan hesitantly asked.

"I assure you it's not because he's a picky eater," you playfully remarked.

Chan softly laughed.

"I might have unintentionally pressured him to marry me because I want Chan to have a present dad," you said.

"But one thing for sure is that we were both not ready for it," you sighed in between your sentences, "marriage is not something you should take lightly," you finished.

Chan nodded, he agreed with that there is a lot to consider when it comes to something substantial like marriage or having a child.

"I'm sorry if my question discomfort you," Chan said, he felt uneasy asking it seeing you got quiet after answering the question.

"No, I'm glad the question is out of the way," you told him, "it's going to be easier from here,"

Chan didn't know what you mean by that, but he was also glad that he got to know you better at that moment.

-

Chan's curiosity for little Chan's dad got answered when he saw him in the basement parking, and you were there to pick him up. You carried little Chan in your arms while talking to your ex-husband, who stood next to the car without turning off the engine.

"Can you give dad a hug?" You said to little Chan, but he seemed to be too fussy to obey you.

Your ex-husband gave little Chan a quick kiss on the head before getting back into the car and leaving.

Chan immediately walked into the entrance of the building and pushed the elevator button.

You came to a little while later, and he was right, little Chan was fussy, whining at you with his hands clutching your shoulders.

"Look, there's uncle Chan!" You said to him, "say hi uncle Chan!" You tried to cheer him up but failed.

"Hi, little Chan!" Chan greeted him, but he looked the other way.

You sighed, "I'm sorry, he's upset," you told Chan as the elevator dinged open.

He let you get inside first then followed you from behind, "what happened?" He asked then pushed the button to your floor.

"His dad promised him to see Tiggy at the zoo today, but he can't because he has to go somewhere for work," you elaborated while rubbing little Chan's back to calm him down.

Chan nodded, leaned in to look at little Chan resting his head on your shoulder from behind you, "you want to see tiggy?" Chan asked the little one.

Little Chan nodded with his pouty lips.

Chan couldn't stand seeing him sad like this and not doing anything, the idea just went through his head.

"Do you want to go with uncle Chan to the zoo then?" He asked.

Little Chan nodded again with a smile that bloomed on his face.

You turned to face him, "Chan, you don't have to, I'm sure you're already busy," you resisted him, feeling a little uneasy taking his time, "I am planning to go with him anyway,"

"No, it's okay. I'm free for the day," he responded while taking little Chan's hand in his so he could wrap his small hands around Chan's index finger.

"And also, I miss playing with little Chan," he added, then gently pinched his cheek.You looked at him and sighed in defeat.

"It's going to be fun," he assured you.

And it was fun. You were so grateful for having him around carrying little Chan and helping him to see all the animals, playing with him, telling him things, tirelessly teaching him how to say 'gorilla' because little Chan kept saying it 'kolala' and you smiled witnessing all that.

Little Chan got super excited when he was about to see the tiger, he couldn't stop shouting, "Tiggy!" He screamed and Chan struggled to contain his excitement when he sat him down on the outer barrier of the captivity.

"Where's the tiggy?" Chan asked him with a hand holding him firm.

Little Chan pointed to the tiger walking to the small pond to drink water, "tiggy!" He shouted.

"How many tiggy is there?" He asked him again.

"Let's count together!" He said, held little Chan's hand and pointed it to the tigers inside the captivity, counting it together.

You couldn't stop smiling, and you took pictures of them together with your phone.

You took a break from walking around the zoo to eat snacks you quickly packed earlier because the trip was sudden. You sat on a picnic bench and spread everything out on the table with little Chan sitting on the table and let him eat the sliced fruit himself. While Chan drank one of little Chan's bottled juice.

"Oh wow, that looks delicious!" You beamed at little Chan when you saw him stab the fruit with the tiny fork.

Little Chan laughed and lifted the fruit in the air.

"Can mommy have a bite, please?" You teased and opened your mouth to let him feed you.

But instead of giving it to you, he fed it to Chan instead.

"It's for me?" Chan asked him before opening his mouth to him.

Little Chan nodded.

Chan opened his mouth and let the kid feed him, he chewed it while grinning.

"Thank you," he muttered to little Chan who was also grinning seeing him eating so passionately.

You glared at Chan, "if it keeps going like this, I'd lose my brownie points," you joked.

Chan laughed, "I suggest you change your name too then," he joked back.

The zoo was crowded as you walked to see more animals, Chan was carrying little Chan with one arm because it was dangerous to let him walk himself and you had a hard time keeping up with them with people brushing your shoulder as they walked past you.

"Hey, come here," Chan said, then grabbed your hand to hold you as you walked.

It was awkward to hold hands so you decided to link your arm instead and walked together.

Thankfully, it was less crowded when you got to the aquatic animals' section, and Chan decided to let little Chan roam around the place and walked to see the fish inside the tanks while he watched him from a distance.

A man came up to you and handed you his phone, "will you please take a picture of us?" He asked, then gestured to his little family already posing behind him, next to a tank of colorful clownfish.

"Sure!" You answered.

You took a few pictures and let them choose themselves which one was best.

"Let us take a picture of your family as well," the man said.

"Oh, no, we're not-"

But Chan came and put his hand on the small of your back, "sure, please take a good one!" He said, then handed him his phone.

You stood next to him while he carried little Chan again on his arm, then pulled you closer next to him, you smiled as the man aimed the camera at you.

"What a nice young family!" The man said as he handed Chan his phone back.

You got flustered and ready to deny the statement, but Chan already got ahead of you.

"Thank you so much," he said to the man.

It was dinner dark by the time you exited the zoo and decided to have dinner out together. You fed little Chan as you waited for your order to come, Chan hesitated to eat because you were still busy feeding little Chan when the meals arrived.

"You can eat first, Chan, go ahead," you told him.

Little Chan shouted because he thought you called him, "Not you, it's uncle Chan over there," you cooed to him, then fed him another spoonful of his baby food mix.

Chan offered to play with him once he was done with his dinner, he took little Chan to play so you could have your dinner in peace. The drive home was quiet because little Chan fell asleep once he got into the car.

And Chan kindly carried him again back to your apartment, then lay him down in his crib.

You grimaced at him, "you did the whole thing today," you said to him in a low voice.

"I didn't know what I would have been without you," you added. Chan led you out of little Chan's room, "I had fun," he responded, then walked to the kitchen.

"Plus, I don't have to do my workout today," he said as he stretched his arms.

"Oh!" You exclaimed while laughing.

You put a hand on his and gently squeezed, "But seriously, thank you, Chan!" You muttered.

"Thank you for today!" You said again with your eyes looking straight into his.

Chan felt warm inside, not only did he get a taste of what it felt like to have a family of his own, but he got to help you and be someone you could rely on, which made him feel like he has just achieved something larger than his life.

Chan went back to his apartment feeling so contented, and looking at all the pictures taken of him, and you with little Chan perched on his arm made his heart swell with so much warmth. He never felt this kind of happiness before, the intensity and the immensity of it scared him yet he wanted more of it.

-

Once Chan dived back into his work, he realized that this also bring him happiness, but it was a different kind and it satisfied a different part of him.

It was like two different worlds, and if only he could find the balance of that, he believed he would make one, perfectly happy man.

A few days later, Chan visited you before he'd be going on a one-week trip abroad for work. But he found you opening the door looking so weary and restless, yet you still smiled at him.

"Hi, Chan! Nice to see you!" You said to him.

"Do I come at a bad time?" He asked.

You shook your head and stepped aside to let him in, "it's Chan," you sighed.

"He's sick with a fever since last night," you said as checked little Chan sleeping in his bedroom.

"But thankfully, nothing serious, he's sleeping now," you said to him.

"Did you take him to the doctor?" He asked you.

"Yes," you answered then sat on the sofa, "the doctor said it's just common cold,"

Chan sighed in relief but looking at you slightly anxious like that made him feel uneasy and he guessed you didn't get much sleep last night. You looked wan and weak, it was like you were the one who was sick, not little Chan.

"Have you had lunch?" He asked.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall and realized that you haven't had anything since this morning, "I haven't eaten anything," you answered.

Chan softly hissed in worry, "we'll order some food then," he said.

After lunch, you fell asleep while Chan was doing the dishes. He got sad watching you sleeping on the sofa, tired and worn out, he was sure that this wasn't your first time handling a sick child before, but knowing that you had been doing it all alone made him broken inside.

He put a blanket on you and accidentally woke you up, but Chan was quick to put you down, "you can nap," he whispered, "I'll keep an eye on little Chan," he assured you with a hand on your shoulder.

You put your hand on him, "thank you," you muttered then went back to sleep.

Chan silently went to little Chan's bedroom and checked on him, put a hand on his forehead for a quick temperature check, he was warm, and he could see the beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

As he gently wiped his sweat, Chan understood your heartache, seeing little Chan sick, and couldn't smile or laugh as he used to make him feel the same way.

You woke up in the afternoon to the sound of Chan's phone ringing on the table, and the sky was turning darker when you saw through the window. You dashed to little Chan's room to see Chan cradling him in his arms.

"He was crying earlier, so I tried to calm him down," he whispered.

You walked up to see little Chan going back to sleep again, "your phone is ringing," you told him.

He nodded, carefully lay little Chan back on his crib, and tried not to wake him up in the process. He walked out of the room while you went to check on little Chan.

"Is it from work?" You asked him as you got out of little Chan's room.

Chan nodded, "I think I have to go," he said.

"Sure, please don't let me get in your way," you told him.

He walked to the threshold and put on his shoes, "I hope little Chan gets well soon," he said to you then went to the door.

His hand lingered on the door handle when you called him.

"Yes?" He asked.

You went to give him a quick hug, "thank you so much for the help," you sincerely said, he helped you a lot from today alone.

"You can always ask for my help," he said to you.

You lingered by the doorway to see him leaving, feeling so grateful but also a bit sad that he had to leave.

-

Chan kept texting you asking for little Chan, and he was relieved to know he was fully recovered after a few days. Too bad he couldn't visit to play with him.

He consoled himself by looking at the pictures of him and little Chan together or the videos you sent him.

He found it a bit funny that he already felt like he belong with you and little Chan.

He got excited to play with little Chan after being away for a long, he knew that you were at work, but he still came to your apartment to play with him. Found him were playing with his toys in his bedroom, Chan lay down on the floor to play along with him until an idea came to his mind.

Can I take little Chan for a swim?

Chan asked in his text message to you.

I don't mind, but I'm not sure he likes it.

I'm going to make him like it.

He confidently said, there was this urge in him to teach everything to little Chan especially when it comes to sports, maybe it was because he was raised like that. Chan took little Chan swimming on the balcony of the apartment building which residents can use for free.

Chan got so excited to teach him swimming, little Chan was scared at first but Chan slowly familiarized him with the water then n deemed he got comfortable enough, he began taking him for a swim, and patiently taught him to move his arms and legs and of course, got him jumped into the pool so many times until he didn't scare to do it anymore.

When they got back to the apartment, you have just arrived from work.

He ran to hug you as you squatted with your arms spread out to welcome him.

"Where have you been?" You sweetly asked him.

"Woofie swim," he mumbled his answer while nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

"You just got back from swimming with uncle Chan?" You asked him again while holding his small hands in yours.

Little Chan nodded with a wide grin.

"Was it fun?"

He nodded again.

"Will you take mommy too when you go swimming next time?"

"Yeah," he answered then ran to the living room to start rummaging through his toy box and taking out toys.

You sighed, "children just don't get tired," you muttered when you got up.

Chan smiled as he watched little Chan start playing with his toys in the living room, "by the way, what is woofie?"

"Oh!" You exclaimed

"It's his nickname for you, one day he pointed to the TV and shouted 'woofie'," you explained.

Chan laughed, "I think he has mistaken me for the wolfie plushie,"

"He's not entirely wrong, you're just as cute," you said while laughing along.

Chan had been called cute so many times, by his peers and mostly by his fans, but remembering that you were older than him made him feel not that great being called cute.

But still, he couldn't help himself from getting shy from the compliment.

When he sat there at the dining table with you and little Chan, eating the meals you cooked and playing with little Chan in between got he felt nostalgic, like he had felt this feeling before, this comfort, this ease, it feels like home.

"Can I be the one who gives little Chan a bath tonight?" Chan asked.

You got taken aback by the request for a moment but nodded, "yeah sure, but you have seen what could happen," you reminded him.

He nodded and understood.

And just like you had expected, Chan got out of his room with his t-shirt drenched wet, you eventually helped him finish the task by putting little Chan in his pajamas.

"Stay with him," you told him, "I'll get you clean clothes,"

You ran to your bedroom, and found a white t-shirt big enough for him, then ran back to little Chan's room.

"It's the biggest t-shirt I have," you told him.

Chan didn't hesitate to take his t-shirt off right there and then, it blew you away how well-built his body is, the muscles on his stomach, arms, and back, you whimpered just by imagining how firm it would feel under your touch.

You held your breath watching the muscles flexed as he put on the t-shirt and you wondered why you watched him like a creep, then hurriedly went to little Chan's side to prep him for bed.

"Tiggy! Tiggy!!!" Little Chan shouted for his favorite bedtime story.

But he specifically asked for Chan to read him the bedtime story as he kept pointing at Chan, "woofie!"

You scoffed then handed him the storybook and frowned, "I'm losing a lot of my brownie points today," you said to him.

Chan laughed, "but how can I compete with his mom?" He said with a grin that made his dimples appear.

You left the room to let him read the bedtime story for little Chan, you cleaned up the mess in the living room and put the toys back into the box.

After a little bit more cleaning in the kitchen then you headed to your room to change your clothes since you hadn't changed out from your working clothes.

And Chan didn't mean to peek, if it wasn't for the mirror that reflected it to him through the left ajar door, he wouldn't have seen you standing half-naked while picking clothes from your closet.

It got him fanning himself that he went to get a glass of water to calm himself down.

You got out of your bedroom wearing a nightdress with a sweater on, tying your hair into a messy bun as you walked up to little Chan's room to give him a goodnight kiss.

Chan sauntered to the stacks of the album on the shelf and it startled him when you came out as he flipped the photo album open.

You both exchanged an awkward glance then laughed, "Can I see this?"

"Of course!" You replied.

He sat down on the sofa, began flipping the photo album open, and saw photos of you on a trip while you were making tea in the kitchen.

"Were you always like taking pictures in a film?" He asked while looking at a picture of you sitting on desert sand.

"I always like taking pictures no matter it's a film or digital or just with my phones," you answered then walked to sit on the sofa.

"Is that your dream?"

You were sipping your tea when he asked.

"Photography?" He asked.

You pursed your lips and thought of an answer, "It's just a hobby," you answered.

"Most people treat their lives as movies. Me? I treat it like a memoir," you remarked.

You saw a photo of you while you were hiking, "like this," you pointed to the picture.

"I remember my tent got torn by a wild boar at night. I was lucky it didn't bite half of my head too since I was sleeping," you told him.

As Chan kept flipping the page of the photo album, he saw the you that he never thought of before, he didn't expect you are the adventurous type. He realized that he never really got to know you other than being a mother to little Chan.

"You went to so many places," he beamed as he flipped to the last page of the photo album because the rest of the pages were still empty.

"Well, I had my fun," you brightly said to him while holding your mug in your hand.

"Do you miss it?" Chan sincerely asked you, he got curious whether you got fed up with this domestic life since your pregnancy was an unplanned one. He could imagine having that passionate youth life then all of a sudden, you became a mother without you intended to.

You smiled at him, "you must think that I feel forced into this life?" You wildly guessed.

"I didn't mean to be rude but, have you ever thought that you could have so much more than all these and you could have filled all of these empty pages with more memories," he elaborated.

You softly sighed and put down your mug, "well yeah, that's reasonable for you to think so. But motherhood itself is a challenge, and I am struggling still, but I won't change a thing even if I could," you said.

"Chan has been nothing but a blessing for me, plus, I got to experience a lot of things through him," you paused to chuckle.

"Through little Chan," you corrected.

"And it's kind of exciting to introduce him to a lot of things, for the very first time," you said with a grin.

That made sense to him, he got that excitement when he taught little Chan to swim today, he didn't know if little Chan would remember him as the one who taught him that but it didn't stop him from feeling this pride inside of him

"So if you ask for my dream, it would be going on a trip with little Chan and taking a lot of pictures of him, of us together," you said with a dreamy smile.

Chan nodded in agreement.

He couldn't explain how much appreciation he has for you, even though you were only older two years than him but you are mature beyond your age. He rarely sees that in a person, maybe because you experienced a lot of things more than most people your age.

"How about you?" You asked back.

You folded your arm and put it on the headrest of the sofa, shifting on your seat to face him, "what is your dream?"

That took him a long time to form an answer, mostly because he hadn't thought of it until you asked him.

"I think my dream is an obvious one," he answered.

"Have you ever thought of your life outside music?" You asked out of curiosity.

Again, he couldn't think of an answer because his life have been revolving around that one thing.

You lowly chuckled then patted his shoulder, "it's okay, you're still young, you have all the time in the world to figure it out," you said.

"Why did you say that?"

"Say what?"

"That I am young?" He asked with a crease formed between his eyebrows, "you're aware that you're older than me just by two years, right?"

"Yes, I am very well aware of that," you said with a smile.

"We're both technically still young," he persisted, "we're still in our twenties,"

You laughed again, "yes, okay, I get it," you said.

You suppressed your laugh and then took a sip of your tea again.

Chan sensed you held something in, "come on, spill!"

"I just don't know you're the kind whose sensitive about age," you answered.

He smiled a thin smile and sighed, "It's not that," he assured you, "I just hate it when you put it like that,"

"Like what?"

"That we have an age gap," he answered.

"But I am older than you,"

"That feels like you put a distance between me and you," he blurted it all out without thinking.

"Oh," you exclaimed, and you understood that put him in discomfort.

"I'll try to be considerate from this moment on," you promised then your hand reached for the collar of his shirt to pick up lint.

Chan was surprised by the proximity, he caught the smell of you, a hint of citrus, baby powder, and sunshine, his eyes lowered to your lips, and he got the urge to kiss you right then and there.

But he missed the moment as you retracted yourself away to pick up your phone ringing next to you on the sofa.

"Yes, hello?"

He guessed it was from little Chan's dad because you kept talking about how little Chan had been doing and what time he would pick him up this weekend.

Chan felt like he was eavesdropping when he heard the conversation turned casual, and asked about each other’s life.

And Chan felt… left out.

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BLUEPRINT.

PART II

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I

Author's note: So sorry if you found this isn't properly proofread, I haven't had my coffee yet.

Minho likes being competitive.

He likes the challenge, the rush that comes with it, to prove himself that he is the best at what he does and ultimately, winning, fair and square.

Just like today, he got called to represent his firm for a chance to design a building for an art foundation. What got him interested was, there would be two other firms that joined in on the project but there would be only one that got selected.

He smirked as he got into the elevator, feeling confident about this project. When he entered the conference room, there were only a group of people on one side of the seat, and he asked his co=worker about his competitors.

The one sitting across from him was from a firm that is specialized in neo-futurist architecture and the other, the one that got late into the meeting specialized in a post-modern architecture that prioritizes environmentally friendly and sustainable buildings.

Ten minutes into the meeting, the other firm finally arrived and took their seats next to his, and Minho didn't bother to look at them, they were already made a bad first impression on him.

Minho wrote down everything the client requested for the design and jotted down side notes on what went through his mind as he listened to the brief.

They announced the end date for the firms to submit their designs, and everyone got up from their seats as soon as the meeting ended. For a second, Minho caught a familiar face but maybe he mistook it for someone he knew.

When he arrived in the main lobby though, he knew he was right about what he just saw earlier the moment he spotted you.

Standing in the crowded lobby, clutching your handbag with both hands in front of you and looking at him with a smile that rose on your face like a blooming flower.

Without he intended to, his feet took him to you until he was close enough to see and make sure it was you.

"So, here we are!" You said to him, looking into his eyes and flashing him a knowing smile.

There was so much he wanted to say to you after your long absence in his life, but he stood there in front of you, tongue-tied and nonplussed.

"I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, huh?" You poked fun at him with a sly grin.

It was actually the opposite, he was ecstatic to see you again after a long time, after two terrible years to be precise.

He softly laughed, aware that his jaws had been hung open for quite some time now.

"Yeah," he finally answered, tried not to stutter but failing.

You looked over your shoulder and saw your co-workers were waiting for you outside since the car had pulled up out front.

"Nice to see you again, I guess?" you said to him, his silence made you think that he wasn't that enthusiastic about meeting you again.

Minho called for your name when you walked away, "and you're going to leave just like that?" He asked.

You softly chuckled without stopping, slightly turned your head at him, "You know where to find me now," you told him and exited the building.

Minho felt stupid that the moment he had been hoping to come true happened just like that, he should've asked for your number or invited you for a lunch, even better, a dinner date.

But all he did was stood there and watched you leave like two years ago.

-

"Just take it," you said to him as he stood in front of you, right outside your house after him explaining how he ended up receiving the job offer from the firm just like Professor Shin had promised him.

After a month of not seeing you after the project, he finally got to meet you again even though he had to wait outside your house.

"I can't take it," he refused.

You laughed at him, "you know what I hate more than losing?" You asked him.

"People making me feel like a sore loser," you answered.

Minho blamed himself for making you feel being pitied by him, all he could think about was how didn’t deserve this because a part of this was also yours.

"You worked hard on this, so you deserve it," you told him as if you saw through his weary mind.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing!" You cut him off, "I told you, none of this is our fault," you assured him.

There was something else he wanted to address that day but he didn’t know where to start, about that night and how you disappeared the next morning.

"I guess there's nothing to talk about," you suddenly said.

All the words he was trying to convey vanished when he looked at you and your hand that lingered on the handle of the gate.

"Good luck, Minho!" You told him with a smile.

Minho sighed, having so many things to say and running out of time to say it.

"Thanks," he muttered to you before you closed the gate of the house.

But this time, it would be different.

He would try harder, do better and compete in all fairness with you.

Someone pointed him to your desk when he came to your office during his lunch break. He spotted it right away from the candy jar on the desk, but no one sat on the chair.

He looked around and asked someone who sat nearby, "She's in a meeting and will be back in a few minutes," he said.

Minho shrugged and sat on your chair, looking at your desk cluttered with so many things and little notes sticking to your computer screen for upcoming appointments.

He took one of your candies and reclined on the seat, opening the candy wrapper.

"Going behind enemy line, I see," you remarked from behind him.

He swiveled his chair and shoved the candy into his mouth, then smirked, "I need to know their valuable asset,"

"And did you find out already?" You asked him as you set your laptop down the desk.

"Right in front of me," he said.

"What are you going to do then?"

"Try to steal it, of course!" He said with a flirty wink at the end.

You scoffed then leaned against the desk, folding your arms in front of you. Everyone knew who he was, and they were watching you with eagle eyes.

"Let me take you out for lunch," he said, looking up at you through his dark, thick lashes.

"I just had lunch," you told him.

"Dinner then?"

"I already have a plan for tonight,"

"How about tomorrow?"

You softly laughed, "you're relentless,"

He shrugged as if proud of his trait.

"Let's have coffee, I have a little time to spare," you said to him.

Minho was disappointed that you could only spare a little time for him when he wanted a lot from you. But this was a good start for him, he waited by the table as you brought his cup of coffee to the table.

"So, what brings you here?" You asked him.

This was what he likes about you, you were straightforward, you couldn't stand chitchat cause that was just a waste of time for you.

"That I'm going to play fair this time," he said.

"And is that supposed to scare me?" You asked as you sipped your coffee.

"I must be stupid to think that I can scare you," he said.

You tipped your head to the side and smirked at him.

"What I'm telling you is I'm glad we got to do it again," he sincerely said, "I'm sad that we're not in the same team, but I think you know why I'm glad," he explained.

You understood, of course, it was a way for him to prove himself, that he could succeed by himself and that he deserved it.

"Yes," you responded.

This was why it interests you, joined this project knowing that he would be a part of it, and you had just as much to prove as him, to prove yourself.

"And also, I want to continue what we had last time," he added, eyes intensely looking at you.

"And what's that?" You teased his words back to him.

"It takes two to figure it out," he answered.

You smiled, tried to suppress the recollections of that night with him, and quickly took another sip of your coffee.

"Good luck then," you said to him, then got up from your seat.

"For what?" He asked.

"Everything, I guess," you half-heartedly said.

Minho snorted because it was exactly what you said two years ago to him then got up from his chair.

"I can't wait to see what you can do," he said it no in a condescending way, he knew well enough that you are capable of great things.

You lowly chuckled, "but it seems like you have to wait to do that," you said.

He looked at you, at your face that he missed seeing, the eyes that filled with so much wonder and curiosity with your head slightly tilted to the side you just like you did to him that very second.

He found it very endearing, but your lips were what captivated him most, he could imagine the softness of it just by looking at it.

"Bye Minho," You said to him, then headed to the elevator that would take you back to your office.

It was nice hearing his name through your mouth, like listening to his favorite song he hadn't listened to in a long time.

As he exited the building and took a taxi back to his firm, he thought of so many things, this time he put everything on the line in the hope to get everything back to him, which included winning you back.

Turned out, it wasn't easy.

Minho walked into a restaurant with his co-workers for a team dinner, something to motivate his team to work harder on this project.

And he noticed you were also there but you were already finished and were paying for your dinner, with a guy much older than you.

Minho couldn't help himself, he followed you outside, to the front of the restaurant, and called for you.

You turned on your heels with a hand lightly holding his arm by the sleeve of his coat.

"Oh, hi," you exclaimed when you saw him there.

You looked over his shoulder and saw his co-workers waiting inside, "I see you come with your team," you said.

"Yeah," he responded, but his eyes were looking at the guy sitting in front of you.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers in a defensive way.

"So this is your plan for tonight," he said, he meant to say it lightly, not to sound bitter.

You watched as Minho looked intensely stared at him while the guy looked back at him, completely fazed by it.

You snorted, "this is my brother-in-law," you quickly added.

Minho's stare instantly softened that he let out a short sigh then smiled, "nice to meet you," he finally responded.

"Nice to meet you," your brother-in-law said to him.

He got flustered that Minho's ears turned red, and it was getting awkward with every passing second.

"I'd better get inside," he announced.

"Yeah, you'd better be," you said back to him, half-laughing.

He smiled as he walked inside, feeling so embarrassed by his own doing.

And he started to think that was why you kept refusing on going on dinner with him. He relentlessly called for you, texted you, and ultimately, came to your office again because he couldn't stay still knowing that you might be out with some other guy that wasn't your brother-in-law.

You were still working while most of the people had left for the day, sitting on your desk, reading something while biting the end of your pencil between your teeth.

Minho put down a paper bag on your desk in front of you that got you slightly startled to see him there.

He didn't say anything but pulled out a small jar of your favorite blue raspberry candies in front of you.

He smirked as he presented it to you, knowing that he got your weak spot. He pulled one candy out and held it out on his palm at you, "come and have dinner with me," he said to you.

You smiled with your teeth faintly biting your lower lip, "Can't you see? I'm busy," you said to him.

He took your hand and put the candy on your palm, "I take no excuses," he said then took your purse and coat with him.

You swiveled on your chair, laughed at his persistence that you had no other option but to submit to his wish.

"This is not playing hard to get," he said as he looked at you sitting in front of him on the table, twirling your pasta with your fork, "you're avoiding me," he stated.

"If you're not yet aware, we're technically not in a team mode here," you responded and shoved a spoonful of pasta into your mouth.

"Just because we're not in the same team doesn't mean we're not allowed to be civil with each other," he cheekily responded.

"This is more than civil," you added.

"And I admit that," he shamelessly said, then sipped his wine.

"That's because you make one charming enemy. I could fall for your tricks any time," he added.

"Then why are we here?"

"Because I fall for your charms," he shortly replied as he continued cutting his steak.

"And why is that?"

"Because I got myself into you, you don't even have to pull any tricks on me. You can be cruel to me, I'm a fool for you," he answered, eyes locked with yours.

"And also," he slyly grinned before he finished his sentence, "sleeping with the enemy is hot,"

Your hand held your wine glass by its stem, "I think sleeping with the enemy is something I'd definitely not do," you remarked.

"And why?"

You shrugged, "I would never let my guard down," you replied.

Minho knew exactly that you were the type to keep your guard high, not letting anyone in unless you were sure that someone was trustworthy enough to know your weaknesses.

You did it to him once, and that made him believe he could do it again, not to do a harm to it, but to help you protect what he had seen in you: your true, genuine self, your pure compassion, and principles you firmly stood on.

That was what makes you stand up among other people, that what makes you special to him, that what makes him want you more.

Minho got out of the car as soon as he saw you unbuckled your safety belt, so he could open the car door for you.

You lowly chuckled when he offered you his hand to help you get out of his car, "thank you," you muttered to him.

"You still live alone," he said, seeing that your house was dark like it used to whenever he drove you home two years ago.

"My sister lives with his husband now," you said to him and closed the car door behind you, "so yeah, I have the house to myself,"

"Can I come in then?" He asked you with a lopsided grin.

"Try again next time," you said to him.

You leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek, "thank you for dinner," you muttered as you pulled away.

"A kiss on the cheek?" He asked in disbelief, shook his head, then pulled you close by putting a hand around your waist.

He leaned in close, "you know I need more than that," he said, then kissed you on the lips.

Once he got the taste of it, he couldn't settle with one or two kisses, he drew you closer, putting a hand on the nape of your neck and angling your head to deepen the kiss.

Body pushed you backward until your back hit the cold metal of your house gate, pinned you against his that made you give in, holding him back while clutching your purse in one hand.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, but he moved his lips down the column of your throat, "Minho, it's getting cold," you said to him.

"Then we should get in," he responded, lips grazing your earlobe as he spoke.

You softly giggled as he tilted your head upward, allowing him to savor your neck with kisses and gentle bites.

"Nice try," you said to him.

You lifted his head and kissed him this time.

It took him by a surprise that you would kiss him this way, so tenderly with your hand slipped in his hair that he believed you knew how he likes it when you do that.

Your kisses were light and lovely, like a gust of warm breeze in a winter night but passed too soon.

You slowly pushed him away, "I'm cold," you admitted.

And he noticed your cheeks redden from the cold, and when he took your hands in his, they were freezing that he immediately brought them close to his mouth and blew warm breath on them.

"Get inside," he told you, no matter how much he hated to say this.

"Okay," you said, then unlocked the gate of your house, swung the gate open but not getting in yet.

"Goodnight, Minho," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he said back.

He stepped back then walked back into his car.

He waited until all the lights in your house turned on and made sure you were safely back inside your house before driving away with the thought that even though you didn't let him in yet, didn't mean that it was impossible to do, you just need more time, and he was willing to give you as much as you want.

You worth the wait, the patience, you worth everything he has in him.

-

Winning is great.

That's for sure.

But as you got older, you realized that you learned more from losing. You learned how to keep going.

When you parted ways with Minho two years ago, you took it as a starting point to finally learn from losing and started again carrying that knowledge.

When you met Minho again though, you weren't sure you wanted to start over. He kept reminding you of your failure, what you lost, how your hard work went to a waste, the iniquity of it all.

You didn't want to see him again because of that.

When you kissed him that night, you realized that he was the only good thing that came out of that hardship.

Also, it wasn't fair to Minho, he didn't do anything wrong, he was innocent, collateral damage.

Maybe it was time for you to try, you told yourself as you entered his firm and asked the lady behind the front desk that you wanted to see him.

Minho was meeting a client, and you were told to wait in his office, you kept glancing at your wristwatch because you didn't have much time and had to get back to your office soon.

Minho came a while later, smiling at the sight of you, a delightful surprise that he didn't see coming.

"Such a sight for sore eyes," he said with a dreamy sigh.

"I can say the same for your office," you said to him, it was a nice office, spacious with a breathtaking view of the city.

He walked up to you, stopped just a step away from you, "you came here," he said, his words tinted with disbelief.

"I had a meeting near your office, so I decided to stop by," you explained.

With his height, he towered above you, looking down at you with his dark brown eyes.

"And coffee!" You pointed to the cups of coffee you brought with you on the table.

Someone came trudging into his office and interrupted you both, "I am sorry but I need you..." the man's eyes shifted from him to you, "hey, I think I know you," he said to you.

"I think so too, yeah," you said to him with a courteous smile.

You glanced down at your wristwatch again, "I'm sorry, but I have to go," you told Minho, then picked up your bag and coat on the chair.

Minho got confused with the situation that created a lot of questions in his head.

"But we haven't-"

"I'll make sure to visit again," you said to him, flashing a smile to the other guy on your way out.

On your way back to your firm, you were sure Minho would ask how did you know that guy in his office. You were never the type to explain useless things like that but you got the urge to explain everything to him, you didn't know why, you just did.

Work kept you busy, and you only had time to visit him a few days later, you clocked out early to drop by his firm before going home.

When you arrived at his floor, it was almost empty except for the one in his department, where everyone gathered at the long table and talked.

You stepped closer to ask for Minho but overheard their conversation instead.

You got upset once you realized they were talking about Minho and you, and your little quarrel back in college and how you failed to get accepted in the firm, they thought that was why you kept coming to his office and probably trying to steal his design.

You scoffed and couldn't lie but got upset at their last accusation that was taken out of context, "excuse me!" You said to them.

And they abruptly stopped talking, nervously smiled at you.

"I never plan to-"

Minho suddenly appeared from behind you and cut you off, "what makes you guys so sure she came here to steal my design? Well, I guess you don't know what she's capable of," he snapped.

"If you talk ill about her again, I'll take that personally," he finished, looking at his coworkers one by one in the eyes that they looked down and got quiet.

He pulled your hand and took you to his office, "I'm sorry that you need to hear that," he said to you as he shut the blinds of his office to get some privacy.

You sighed and gripped the handle of your bag so tight your knuckles turned white, "I told you, I hate it when people make me feel like I'm a sore loser," you said to him.

Minho came up to you, "I'm not. I'm just telling the truth," he said.

"Yeah, the truth that you won and I lost,"

Minho's eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion, "why you make it seem like it was only about you losing and me winning? You said it yourself, that none of this was our fault," he told you, almost running out of breath at the end of the sentence.

"Sure, but the way you have to explain everything to them," you paused to catch a deep breath, "I can take care of myself, but of course, you had to come and save me," you scoffed.

Minho got quiet, he knew it was wrong for him to do that, not letting you handle it. He regretted stepping in your battle.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Forget it," you said to him, "I don't even know why I'm here," you headed for the door, but he stopped you, putting a hand around you to stop you on your track.

"I will not let you leave this time," he said to you, holding you back from leaving.

"Minho, let me go," you sternly said to him.

"No," he sternly said back to you.

You sighed and slouched your shoulders against his back, "stop pitying me," you sadly said.

He tightened his hold around you and put another hand across your chest, "you know what I have for you is not pity," he said to you.

You knew he was telling the truth, he cared for you, that was why he did what he did.

"Did you date someone else in these past two years?" He suddenly said, changing the topic.

"Did you meet someone and fall in love?" He asked again.

"Did he treat you better?"

You took his hands off of you and turned around to face him, looking at his face with a layer of sadness on it.

"Was he better than me?" He asked again.

"If this is it about the other day, he was just someone I went on a date once," you said even though you didn't know why you felt obligated to explain.

He nodded and licked his lips, "I know," he answered.

"But is there someone else?" He asked again as if the answer would please him.

You shook your head, "no one else," you answered.

He pulled you into a hug and held you so tight as if you would vanish if he didn't. He sighed repeatedly, relieved and enlightened, he raked your hair with his fingers and drank your scent.

He tilted your head with his fingers under your chin, "I'll be miserable if I can't have you," he said, then pressed a kiss on your lips.

You let your bag drop onto the floor and slipped your hands under his suit jacket and on his warm-clothed body, returning his kiss with the same enthusiasm.

Minho ran his hands down to the back of your thighs and hoisted your body against him, steered both of your bodies to his desk, then sat you down on the desk.

He let go of the kiss, placed his hands around your neck, and softly rubbed your jaw with his thumb, "you're so hot when you're mad," he said with a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes, "should I stay mad at you, then?" You teased.

"You're always hot to me nonetheless," he said while running a thumb over your lips.

"But when you're mad," he hissed, "so, so hot," then brought his lips on you again.

With his lips almost touching yours, you pushed him away from you, and he staggered backward, "fuck you, Minho," you said to him.

"Huh? why? What happened?" He asked, baffled at the turn of the event.

"Fuck you!" You cursed out loud, loud enough for anyone outside the office to hear.

You got off his desk and walked up to him, "Fuck you! I Didn't steal your design!" You shouted at him.

He stood there frozen on his feet, "I didn't say you steal it," he said.

You pushed him until his back hit the wall and made a soft thudding sound.

"You fucking incompetent piece of shit! Why would I steal from you?" You snapped at him, index finger stabbed his chest for every word you enunciated.

He put your hand away, but you were quick to fist the front of his shirt, "Why? Didn't you say you like seeing me mad?" You asked him.

Minho smirked almost devilishly.

He pulled your body and had you pinned to the wall this time, pressing his weight against yours, "And you think you're better than me?" He shouted back at you in a mocking tone, intentionally loud for everyone else to hear.

"You have so much to prove, huh?" He asked with a wicked smile.

"I'm going to win this time," you said to him, grabbing his shirt by its collar.

"You'd better get your big mouth shut for that!" He said, then pressed a haste kiss on you.

A kiss that made both of you thrash around the room, wreaking havoc in his office, your shoes fell off your feet as he lifted your body and sat you back on the desk.

His hand impatiently went under your skirt to palm your clothed core, so warm and delicate under his touch.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, "I want you so much,"

He aggressively inserted his fingers inside your underwear to touch the delicate flesh of your cunt, to see how wet you were for him.

Your hands went to unbuckle his belt and fumbled to open the button that Minho eventually helped you with it, pulled out his erection from his underwear.

You wrapped your hand around his length and gently pumped his length.

You reclined on the desk with a hand propped under you, lifted your legs, and pulled the hem of your skirt until it scrunched up around your hips, all while your eyes fixated on his, just like the sight wasn't tantalizing enough, you spread your legs wide for him.

A lopsided grin bloomed on his face, he felt challenged by you, you pushed just the right button. He put your underwear to the side, exposing your gushing wet hole that he immediately inserted his fingers.

You intentionally clenched around his fingers to give him a taste of what was coming.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

"I can't wait anymore," he said to you, then dragged your body closer, he wet the tip of his cock with your arousal to finally push his length inside.

You hooked your legs around his waist, and with your heels, you pressed his ass, sending him deeper inside you.

He let out a loud groan that you quickly slush him away, "you want everyone to hear, huh?"

He shook his head with jaws clenched, "I don't care," he said to you.

You intentionally clenched, tightened the muscles around him, and successfully earned another loud groan from him that he quickly muffled by pressing his lips together.

"And you said you don't care," you sneered.

He ignored your taunt and began moving, eyes fixated on where his cock going in and out of you. He wondered how you managed to still calm with this overwhelming pleasure, that only made him want to ruin you more, making you a moaning mess on his office desk.

It was him who had a hard time containing his grunts.

"You left the door unlocked, Minho," you taunted him, "someone can walk in on us,"

He pulled you by your neck to sink his mouth on yours as a way to muffle the noises he made.

"You want to let them see you fucking me on your desk?" You asked into his ear.

The more you taunted him, the more aroused he got that his thrusts started to get sloppy.

"Let them see you fucking an enemy?" You taunted him more.

Minho accidentally sucked on your neck so hard as he climaxed, cumming inside you, and gripped the back of your thigh so hard you were sure it would create a mark on the skin. He gave you a slobbering kiss that landed on the corner of your mouth.

"I hate to remind you, but your coworkers are right outside," you reminded him as he pecked your lips repeatedly.

He let go of your lips with a gasp, then looked at your face, "I still want to be inside you," he said to you.

"I'm so full of you right now," you softly whined.

"And I want to keep it that way," he said to you with a dreamy smile.

After gaining his composure back, Minho slowly pulled out of you, his cock had softened and wet from both of your arousals.

He quickly pushed all the cum leaking out of your hole back inside and put your underwear back to its place, softly palming your clothed cunt as he placed a kiss on you.

He pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt back, tucking his shirt inside, and you helped him fix the collar of his shirt.

You got off the table and collected your shoes on the floor, then sat on the headrest of the sofa to put them on, roughly combed your hair next with your fingers after.

Minho noticed the blooming mark on your neck and helped you cover it with your hair.

Minho picked up your bag and handed it to you.

"Don't follow me out of the door," you ordered as you buttoned your coat.

"Why?"

"Because I'm still mad at you," you sharply said.

Minho softly laughed and hugged you from the back, "then I won't let you go until you're not mad anymore,"

You broke out of his hug and turned around, "try me!" You said to him, then got out the door.

You kept walking without looking at his coworkers who were probably wondering what just happened inside.

Minho beat you up to push the elevator to pick you up on his floor, his hair slightly tousled and a sly smirk plastered on his face.

You stood next to each other as you watched the number of the floor change as the elevator went down the building.

"We're supposed to be still mad at each other," you reminded him.

"Why would I still be mad at you?" he asked.

"You're dripping down my thighs," you said to him without turning your head at him.

He didn't reply but shot you a smirk.

The elevator dinged when it arrived, and its door slid open, Minho followed you inside but stayed in its doorway, grabbed you by your elbow, moved his hand to your neck, "be careful," he said to you.

"Goodnight," he added, then gave your lips a quick peck.

He stepped away and let the elevator door slide shut, disappeared behind the chamber.

And you got a taste of what it felt like when you closed the gate of your house at him.

-

The deadline was less than two weeks away, your mind had been occupied with work and more work, even when you were resting at home you felt bad for it, wasting the time you could have spent on working.

You knew this side of yourself, once you were into something, you put your everything on it, you either go all in or nothing, never do it half-heartedly.

You were getting back from a team meeting when you saw Minho had been waiting on your desk.

It was the only good thing that happened that day, the smile he gave you as you made your way to him.

"Come with me," you ordered.

You took him to the balcony where employees go to to have a cigarette smoke between works, there was a little garden and a few benches to sit on, you sat on the one that face the city view.

You sighed, feeling good for taking a little break after tirelessly working for hours.

"I see that you're busy," he said to you.

"Aren't you should be busy too?"

He sighed, "yeah,"

"But I want to see you," he added.

You reclined on the bench and rested your head on his shoulder, it felt nice to rely on someone even for a fleeting moment.

Minho put an arm around you, making you feel embraced.

"Minho, we can't keep doing this," you said to him.

"Doing what?"

"Keep seeing each other," you answered.

"The deadline is nearing, and I don't have time to focus on something else," you explained.

"That I agree," he said while rubbing your shoulder.

"You know that once I'm starting something, I will put everything in me into it," you furtherly explained.

"I know," he nodded in acknowledgment.

Minho sighed, he understood what you meant, that he shouldn't be seeing you and vice versa, and that both of you should put your focus on the project.

"I will stop seeing you," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

"Only until the deadline," he said to you, shot you a playful smirk, "when the deadline ends, you can't stop me from seeing you,"

You closed your eyes and chuckled, "unbelievable!" You breathlessly muttered.

You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company in between chaotic hours of work.

It was hard for Minho not to see you for a while, it was even harder to part with you and not be able to kiss you, or just held your hand.

It was the right thing to do.

Minho also had a hard time focusing on work when his head was filled with you. At least not seeing you, helped him put all of his attention on it, working and doing his best to get the best outcome.

It wasn't hard to find his motivation back, to win, to prove himself, to be acknowledged for what he do best.

When the work took its toll on him, that was when he needed you.

He drove to your house after getting off late from work and rang your doorbell. It took you a while to open the gate and find him there, eyes shrunken in exhaustion like the life was sucked out of him.

"I thought we agreed not to-"

Without letting you finish your sentence, he put his hands around you and held you close, melted into your arms that made his worries evaporate into thin air.

"I know," he mumbled.

"I need to see you," he said to you.

He sounded so worn out that you felt bad for stopping him, you held him back instead, slipping your hands underneath his coat and putting your hand on his back.

Minho put his coat around you, enveloping both of your bodies in his coat, and stayed like that, in the quiet of the night except for the constant buzzing sound of the streetlight shining down on you.

"I miss you so much," he said at your face with eyes closed as if it was painful to admit it.

And you couldn't deny the fact that you missed him too: his smart mouth, his sly smirks, his intense gaze, his presence in your life that made your life a little easier, whole and content.

You tilted your head up at him and looked into his eyes, which overflowed with so much warmth and affection for you.

"I miss you too," you said back.

Minho smiled and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips that made the mounting misery of not seeing you disappear in a second.

"You want to come in?" You asked him.

Minho would say yes right away if he hadn't promised you.

He shook his head even though he had been dying for you to invite him in, "I'll be a gentleman and wait until the deadline ends," he answered.

You nodded, "Correct answer!"

He jerked his head back, "wait, that was a test isn't it?" He asked.

You shrugged.

"And I passed?"

You shrugged again.

He groaned while you chuckled at him, he tightened his hold around you, pecked on your lips, and kissed you to get as much taste of it to last him until he could see you again.

"You'd better get back inside, it's freezing," he said to you.

"Okay," you said.

He reluctantly put his hands away from you and let you step out of his hug, watched you get inside the gate, and said, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He said back.

He stood there for a moment to relish the feeling of having you around him. He just realized how much your presence meant to him, like breathing a new life into him, making him want to do better and better.

Only a few days away, he said to himself. A few nights of sleep away then he'll be able to see you as much as he wanted, and at that moment, Minho's goal slightly changed, not to win but to have you back.

-

A day before the deadline, you came by his office and it puzzled him because it was so unlike you to break your promise. He saw you waiting by the lounge, sitting on the single sofa in the corner of the room with your purse on your lap.

"Hey," he greeted as he sat on the sofa across from you, "I didn't expect to see you today. Deadline is tomorrow," he said.

You smiled at him, "last-minute enemy intrusion," you joked.

"Let me get you a cup of coffee," he offered.

"No, please," you kindly refused, "I won't be long," you added.

He sat back down, took your hand, and clasped it with his, "what is it?" He asked, in slight concern.

You licked your lips and looked into his eyes that stared back at you with so much anticipation, "I just came back from turning in my design," you began, "I had to do an early presentation because I have to leave for a business trip,"

The smile on his face slowly faded, "you're going to leave me, are you? Like two years ago," he asked, squeezing your hand and clasped it tighter around his.

You softly smiled, "why would I bother telling you if I'm going to leave you?" you said.

Minho leaned forward on his seat, propped his elbows on his knees, "don't leave!" He sadly said.

"I'll only leave for a week," you said to him, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

"And you come here to tell me that?" He asked.

Minho couldn't hide his gleeful smiles, feeling giddy because it felt like he had just unlocked a new level in the relationship.

You shook your head, "I come here to say good luck!"

He chuckled, couldn't contain his glee anymore.

"Cause you seem to really need it," you added with eyes squinted at him, "a lot,"

He burst out laughing and hissed, "you really do come to break my spirit, huh?"

You shrugged and subtly smirked at him.

He walked you until you were both outside his firm, hailed a taxi for you. Knowing that you would be out of reach for a few days, he grabbed your hand, not letting you in the taxi yet, taking a look at you, and got the urge to touch you, but he knew you wouldn't like that.

He looked at you for a while with a hand squeezed your elbow, "gosh, I want to kiss you so much," he muttered under his breath.

You softly smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Good luck!" You said to him again then got in the back of the taxi.

After your taxi had left, Minho stood there still reeling from the kiss you just gave him, out in the open, with people walking around the firm, in the middle of the day.

One kiss was all it took to get him through the day but not enough to last until the day you come back.

He turned in the design and gave a presentation on the following day, he felt relieved because he put his best into it and that he regretted nothing, no matter what the outcome would be.

All he could think about was you.

How he missed you.

How badly he needed to hold you to melt his weariness away.

When he came to the office the following week, people cheered for him and it got him questioning himself.

Everyone seemed to know that it would be him just like they expected, his design got selected, in other words, he won it, he proved himself, he reached his goal.

As everyone celebrated his achievement, he got this feeling tugged in his chest, he should be happy about his winning, but why it didn't excite him like he thought it would.

What is winning without someone to share it? Someone who knew the struggle, the pain that came by sacrificing everything on it, and gave him the support he never knew he needed.

When everyone left for the day, Minho sat on his chair and looked out of his window in his office.

Celebrating his winning on his own and the burden that went away with it. Winning wasn't always about gaining, it was also about losing.

His cellphone rang on his desk, and he picked it up.

"Congratulations!" That was the first word you said to him s soon as he picked up.

He smiled knowing that it was you, "Thank you," he said, he wasn't exactly feeling grateful for beating you but he knew how you hated being treated like a sore loser.

"I miss you! Come back already!" He muttered, he needed you more than being acknowledged for his achievement.

"Why? Are you going to treat this loser for some drinks?" You playfully asked through the phone.

"You are anything but a loser," he told you.

"And yes, I'll bring a bottle,"

You lightly chuckled, "Then come down!"

"Huh?"

"I'll be waiting by your car," you said.

Minho jolted on his seat and sat up straight, "you're here?"

"Don't make me wait too long, Minho," you gave him a vague answer.

Minho frantically gathered his things around his office and punched the button on the elevator as if it would get him down faster.

When the door slid open, he broke into a jog and went to where he parked his car with you leaning against the side of the car.

His heart burst with happiness like he just received his real prize for winning.

He ran to you and crashed himself with you, hugged you and lifted you off of your feet, held you in the air for a moment before putting you back down.

You opened your mouth to speak but he was quick to shut you up with a kiss, a titillating kiss that conveyed how much he misses you.

"Let's get you home," he said as soon as he broke the kiss.

You looked at him with your lips wet from his kiss, "Okay," you answered.

Minho had been waiting for this moment, he stood behind you as you unlocked the gate of your house then pushed it open.

He followed you inside, crossed the small garden, then climbed the stairs that led to the front door of the house, you inserted the passcode until it beeped open.

You swung the door open and stepped away to let him in, "please, come in!" You said to him.

He shot you a smile, then walked in, took off his shoes, and slipped into slippers.

He looked around the living room while you went to the kitchen to get some drinks, looking at the framed pictures of you with your family on the wall, and saw the one when you were still a toddler, playing sand on a beach.

"I am well aware that I wasn't a cute kid back then," you said when you returned with glasses and a small bucket of ice cubes, then put down a sealed bottle of whiskey.

Minho sat on the sofa and volunteered to open the bottle, "I'm sorry. I should be the one treating you to a drink," he said.

"No problem. I happen to have a lot of alcohol but no time to drink them," you responded.

You put two ice cubes on his glass and none in yours, Minho shot you a sly smile because you still remember how he likes his drink.

He clangs his glass with yours, took sips of your drinks almost at the same time, slightly hissing when you gulped it down in one go and the alcohol burned down your throat.

"Congratulations, once again," you said again as you refilled your glass.

Then clang your glass with his in his hand, gulped it again at once.

You glanced at him, and he was giving you this look, one that was so familiar, "don't give me that pitying look, Minho," you said to him and put down your glass.

"I'm not," he denied.

You lightly chuckled, "Look, you didn't owe me anything, you won because you did it on your own. It came from your pure hard work and your competence, you did it, you won!" You said to him, squeezing his hand on his lap.

"And you know what? You didn't have to prove anyone anything, you only need to prove it to yourself," you added.

You shifted on your seat, slightly facing him with one leg folded on the sofa, "you just did, and that's enough," you finished with a comforting smile.

Minho didn't realize it until you told him this, that he didn't need to prove anyone anything, everything that he sought all these times was not winning but proving it to himself.

His heart swelled with so much pride for himself, and it felt like the burden he put himself in vanished into thin air.

He reached for your cheek, caressed it with so much love, feeling so grateful and lucky he had someone like you who understood him.

He leaned in and kissed you, he put all of these nice feelings inside of him and put them all into the kiss.

"I'm so in love with you," he said against your lips.

He didn't waste time to kiss you again, drew your body close, and closed the gap between your bodies. Kissed you more, harder, deeper until his lungs screamed for oxygen.

He was so lost in the moment, he didn't hear his cellphone ringing in his jacket.

"Minho, your phone is ringing," you said to him.

He sighed, reluctantly letting go of the kiss but still holding you close, he picked up the phone.

You lay your hand flat on his chest as you watched him talk into the phone, he looked back at you, then at your hand that played with the button of his shirt.

You moved your hand down lower to feel the taut muscles of his stomach through the fabric, all the while maintaining your eyes with his.

Your hand went lower, touching the metal buckle of his belt, and he shot you a subtle glare as he kept talking into the phone.

You quickly withdrew yourself and sat up on the sofa to pour yourself a drink, just a little, and gulped it down.

Minho grabbed your hand when he thought you were about to leave him on the sofa, you shot him a smile and went kneeling on the floor facing him.

He shook his head at you, sensed that you were up to no good.

But that didn't stop you from unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down, taking out his semi-hard member from its confine.

Minho watched it all while trying to keep his tone as he continued speaking through the phone, stifled a sigh when you wrapped your hand around his length and began softly pumping it, up and down.

"Not fair," he mouthed to you.

You took an ice cube from the bucket and put it in your mouth, crushed it with your teeth until it became tiny little shards in your mouth.

Minho's eyes widened when he saw you slowly bring your mouth close to his cock and put it in your mouth, couldn't help but let out a moan when he felt the cold of the ice around him that electrified and aroused him at the same time.

He could only hope the person he was speaking to didn’t know what he was dealing with, having your head between his legs, kneeling, and opening your mouth wide to take all of his length.

Minho struggled to contain his groans, he could only mumble his answers through the phone, inhaled, and exhaled a long breathe once in a while to calm himself down as his cock was fully buried inside your mouth, cold and hot, wet and slick.

He let his head fall back on the headrest of the sofa, having a hard time focusing on talking on the phone with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His hand went to put your hair away into a makeshift ponytail with one hand from covering such an enticing sight. The other one was busy holding his phone, keeping it pressed close to his ear.

You looked up through your lashes at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

Minho couldn't handle it, he quickly muttered goodbye to whomever he was talking to on the phone and put the phone away.

"Can't even wait for me to finish my phone call, huh?" He asked you, placing a hand on your jaw and softly rubbing it with his thumb.

You hummed your answer, and the vibration made him buck his hips against your, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat.

Minho cursed under his breath when he pulled his cock out of your mouth, followed by strings of his cum dribbled down your chin.

The view of it made his cock twitch in an instant, he saw the white of his cum on your tongue then watched you swallow it all down.

"Fuck," he cursed out loud, the profanity echoed in the living room.

He roughly got you up from the floor by your elbows and sat you down on his lap, "you're so..." he couldn't find the perfect word to describe the way you unexpectedly act. It never crossed his mind that you would kneel, having to see your head between his legs and sucking him off.

"Unexpected?"

"Full of surprises, more like," he corrected.

He kissed you hastily, tasting your cold mouth, you and his cum in you. His hands fumbled to unbutton your blouse that he impatiently ripped open, you were sure one or two buttons were flying off when he did.

He tossed the blouse away, unclasped your bra without hassle, then hand took an ice cube from the bucket, chewing on it as you did earlier.

"Payback time?" You asked him.

He nodded and opened his mouth to take your breast into his mouth.

The cold of the ice welcomed you, raised the goosebumps all over your body, and woke all of your senses at once.

You didn't hold back from moaning, you looked at how his mouth wrapped around your nipple and sucked on your breast.

You put your hair away, then put your hands on his shoulders, watching him do the same to your other breast, the melting ice dripping down from the corner of his mouth to your chest.

You slowly grind on him, your clothed core against his bulge under you, lowly moaning with mounting tension.

"My room is upstairs," you told him as you slipped your hand into his hair.

"Do you think you can carry me there?" You asked him.

There's just something so satisfying about proving anyone wrong, and Minho lived for that.

He let go of your breast with a loud pop, leaving your nipples red and swollen, wet with his saliva and melting ice.

Taking you to bed would be nothing," he said to you and confidently got up from the sofa, lifting you along with him.

You gasped as he hoisted you higher, hooked your legs around his waist, and hands looped around his neck, clung onto him as he climbed the stairs that led to your room.

He kicked open the door of your bedroom, making you giggle because he didn't want to let go of you for a mere second.

His impatient hands stripped your clothes off of you and as well as his, then crashed his naked body at you until you both toppled onto the bed.

Minho had wanted on fucking you for a long time, and that notion became true got him overwhelmed that his hands aimlessly touching you and kissing anything that he could put his mouth on.

You took the lead, had him pinned under you, lowered yourself to kiss him down while holding your hair from hitting his face.

"I dream of you on top of me," he said to you.

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

You grind on him for a moment before taking his length in your hand and aligning yourself with him, your eyes fixated on his face while his on where his cock slowly disappeared into you.

When he fully inside you, you let out a delightful sigh, blissfully smiling, "so perfect," you hummed, "so perfect inside me," you said to him with a dreamy sigh.

Grunts spilled out of his mouth as you moved on top of him, rolled your hips in a circular motion, slowly grind on him, bounced so hard with your breasts going along with the motions.

"Is this how you dream it?" You softly asked him with your hands on his chest.

He rubbed your forearm, "Even better," he sighed.

ou seductively smiled at him, then tilted your head up, took his hands, and led them to where you wanted him to touch you: all over.

You lay one foot flat on the bed to gain some leverage to go deeper, your eyes screwed shut as your orgasm came closing in.

Minho steadily held your waist, preventing you from falling to the side.

You moaned out loud.

Minho could listen to it on repeat, and he would never get tired of it.

"You're so beautiful when you moan like that," he murmured.

You clenched around him, tighter and tighter, your legs grew weak then a burst of immense pleasure surged throughout your body like a wildfire.

You toppled to the side, and Minho didn't waste time to take over from there, he turned you over on the bed and lifted you by your waist, jutting your ass up in the air.

With a hand on your hips to keep you still and steady, he pushed his length into you again.

He heard you cry into the pillow, his cock entering your still sensitive walls from the previous orgasm.

He began moving, slow and steady, angling your body as he pleased by your hips.

He lowered himself behind you, brought his mouth close to your ear, "Did someone fuck you in those two years without me?" He asked you.

"Did he fuck you better than I do?"

One hand went under to play with your clit, "No one can fuck you better than I do," he remarked, his hot breath tickling your ear when he spoke.

You didn't reply but clutched your pillow under you, moaning and screaming into it.

"You keep clenching around me," he said, gripping your hips so tight, "you want me to cum so fast?"

Minho got lost in it, at how good you felt around his cock that he thrusting into you at a relentless pace, one hand went to the nape of your neck, pushing your head onto the pillow.

"You feel so good, oh, fuck," he said between his grunts.

"I'm going to cum so hard and fill you up,"

And picked up his pace by putting all of his strength into the thrusts until he cum inside you, cock twitching and jamming it so deep inside you as he released his seed.

Without pulling out of you, he lowered himself, kissing your back and angled your head so he could kiss your face.

He heard your sniffles muffled by the pillow and got panicked, "are you crying?"

Your eyes were wet with tears that he could see the wet of your tears on the pillow, he wiped your tears with the back of his hand.

"Are you okay?"

"Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head and looked over your shoulder,

"That was just so good," you honestly answered.

Minho let out a mix of sighs and chuckle as he removed the hair that stuck to your face, "that good, huh?"

He took your hand and intertwined it with his on the bed, lay beside you as he put your body to the side so he could spoon you without pulling out of you, he kissed your bare shoulder repeatedly until you calmed down.

"I never cried from having sex before," you admitted.

"Trust me that it never feels this good to me before," he said to you.

"I believe it feels that good because it's with you," he added, then kissed the skin behind your ear.

You smiled hearing his comforting words tinted with so many endearments for you.

You closed your eyes, let the warmth of his body and the touches he gave you, lulled you to sleep.

-

You woke up with his hands touching your body, mouth kissing the column of your throat, and when he saw your eyes fluttering open, he smiled then whispered, "good morning,"

You saw the pale sunshine shining through the window behind him.

"Can't help yourself, I see," you mumbled.

He smiled with his mouth on your neck, "I want you so much," he murmured.

You softly smiled at him, you knew he didn't need your answer, he was just seeking your permission to go further.

Even with your head was still clouded with sleep, you could feel how pleasurable it was to have him inside you again.

"Mmh yeah, so good," he murmured.

You hummed with your eyes closed, putting a hand around his neck, and softly scratched the hair on the back of his head. He kissed your open mouth and his hips pulsating into you at a painstakingly slow pace.

You looked at his face that hovered a few inches above you, "Remind me how did we get here?" You asked him out of the blue

He breathlessly laughed, "from enemies to lovers?"

"So cliché," you commented while rolling your eyes.

Your cellphone rang from the bedside table, you stretched out your hand and groped around the table to see it was a call from work.

"Don't do anything funny," you said to him, then accepted the call.

Minho took this opportunity to his advantage.

He picked up the pace of his thrust and went as shallow as possible while looking down at your face.

You pressed your lips together to muffle your moans and talked as little as possible into the phone.

When you talked into the phone, Minho intentionally pulled out only to jam his cock back inside that a loud moan accidentally slipped past your mouth.

"Oh my God," you exclaimed while still on the phone.

"Can I call you later?" You spoke into the phone and hung up before you could receive an answer.

You put your phone away and held him close, "you're vengeful," you muttered.

He smirked then kissed you, "We're tied now," he announced.

You kissed him back, "yeah, but you'd better finish soon cause I have a meeting to go to," you informed.

Minho glanced at the clock on your bedside table, "oh yeah, me too," he said.

He groaned, then sank his mouth on you again, hips incessantly thrusting into you, and you hooked your legs around his waist, arching your back to let him penetrate deeper.

"Wait," you said into his lips.

"What?"

"Don't tell me you're participating in the design for that new art gallery?" You wildly guessed.

Minho pulled away from the kiss and scoffed, he didn't say anything but nodded.

"Oh, I guess we're going for another round," he said.

You brought his face close by his neck, placed a haste, slobbering kiss on his lips.

"well, let's finish this round first, shall we?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

And Minho likes it when you challenge him like this.

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