This Made Me Smile Plus Cry At The Same Time Bruh Why You Do This To Us

This made me smile plus cry at the same time bruh why you do this to us 😭🤌

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Jeongin thought you were cute.

Your eyes were always had crinkles on them, it was like you see everything for the first time, you were always curious, you were quiet but very observant, someone with a childlike wonder.

Jeongin liked this habit of yours of asking permission for almost everything,

"Can I taste your ice cream?"

"Can I sip your coffee?"

"Can I use your phone?"

The way you enunciated the magic word 'please' at the end of your sentence made him couldn't say no to each of your wishes.

Then you would smile and say the other magic word, "thank you" with a scintillating smile.

You were cute to him, not in the most obnoxious way because he knew no part of it seemed fake to him, it was just you, the genuine you.

You are a friend of Seungmin, and he introduced you to Jeongin when you accidentally met when they were out having dinner together after practice.

When he met you for the first time, you seemed calm and collected. You rarely talk but inject yourself into the conversations when you have your own opinions about certain matters.

The three of you hung out a few times, out for lunch or dinner, or had coffee while strolling around the park.

He knew your number through Seungmin and never contacted you until one day he had no one to come with him to the movies.

Everyone was busy while he had some time to spend, the next thing he knew, he chatted with you, asked if you also had some free time to watch a movie with him.

I'd love to.

Even from the way you replied to his chat, he could feel the warmth of your words with an image of you smiling when you sent him that text in his head.

He liked that you didn't talk during movies, you intently watched it until the end and didn't shift a lot on your seat except to sip your drink or eat your popcorn.

It felt strange that even he had just known you for barely two months, he found comfort in you. It felt as if he was with an old friend when he was with you, he didn't have to act a certain way or be afraid to offend you, you got his jokes, and your reactions amused him to no end.

He found a friend in you.

But he was afraid that you would assume he wanted to be more than just that for you.

Jeongin didn’t like you like that, he didn’t think about dating or being in a relationship.

Those seemed so complicated to him, and he didn't want complicated, he wanted to avoid it at all costs.

That led him to the decision to put a distance between you and him, put a hold on all these spontaneous meet-ups you always agreed on going.

Two weeks later, he met you again at Seungmin’s birthday party, looking so lovely in a sky blue dress with your hair down and curled into loose waves.

Jeongin didn’t feel obligated to hang around you because it seemed like you were well acquainted with the other members, and if you hadn't, Seungmin was there to introduce you to everyone.

And he saw from his peripheral vision, you shook hands with Hyunjin in one corner of the room and instantly engaged in a conversation.

He eventually bumped into you when he went to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in a while," you said as you took a new paper cup and poured some fruit punch into it with a ladle.

Jeongin smiled, "yeah, I've been busy,"

"Ah, I see," you said, then scooped another ladle full of fruit punch into your cup until it was full.

"I went to this bakery a few days ago, and they have this delicious roll cake with mocha cream on it, and I thought of you," you said to him with a smile on your face.

Jeongin couldn't help but smile back when you talked with such enthusiasm, "yeah?"

"I can send you the address of the bakery if you want," you told him.

"Sure," he shortly replied.

"Okay," you nodded then handed him the ladle.

And maybe you noticed that he wasn't really feeling like talking, you spun around to join the crowd of the party.

At the end of the night with only a few people left in the room, he saw you eating a slice of cake on a plate, poking the icing cream with your index finger, and then wrapping your mouth around it to lick it clean.

He softly chuckled watching you eat the cake by pinched it piece by piece with your fingers then shoving it into your mouth instead of using the small fork you had on the plate.

Instead of being grossed out by it, he found it inexplicably cute.

It made him wonder why he treated you like that earlier?

Jeongin wasn't proud of his nonchalant attitude toward you because you didn't do anything wrong to him, it was so disrespectful of him and so undeserving of you.

He walked up to you and sat next to you on the empty spot on the sofa, "is it good?" He asked.

"Yeah," you answered as you wiped your mouth and hand with a napkin.

"You want a slice?" You offered.

He shook his head.

"I want another slice, but I don't think I can finish it," you said as you eyed the chocolate cake on the table next to you.

And he got soft looking at you sulking like that with your lips curled into an adorable pout.

"Let's eat a slice together," he suggested.

Your face lit up in a second, eagerly took another slice of cake onto a new plate and handed him a fork.

Jeongin didn’t know where to start, should he apologize and make it obvious that he had been avoiding you and that he assumed you had romantic feelings for him.

All he did was take turns cutting a piece of the cake on the plate that you held and ate it in silence since the music had gone low, signaling that the party coming to an end.

"Let's go home!" Chan said to Jeongin from across the room as he put on his jacket then shot a smile at you.

"See you!" Chan waved bye at you.

"Bye Chan!" You waved back while holding a fork inside your hand.

Jeongin put down his fork, and he decided that this was the right time to talk.

"Hey, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay, I can finish the cake by myself," you quickly said.

Jeongin chuckled because you thought he was meant to apologize and couldn't help you finish eating the cake.

Maybe it was better that way, he thought, not letting you know that he got ahead of himself for assuming that you had romantic feelings for him and distanced himself from you because of that.

"See you, Jeongin!' You said to him as he got up from the sofa.

You continued eating the cake, picking up the icing with your index finger again, and humming to the song faintly playing in the room.

When he looked at you like this, Jeongin realized he didn't want to lose this, the comfort he gets whenever he's with you.

"Let's go to that bakery you told me earlier," he suddenly announced.

You looked up at him, "yes, sure," you casually answered.

Jeongin didn’t expect you to be this coy, he put on his jacket that he picked up from the stool.

"What about tomorrow afternoon?" He asked.

"Sounds great!" You replied without a beat.

Jeongin smiled because you didn't seem that eager when you said it, but the answering without thinking gave him the opposite impression.

"I'll text you," he waved bye at you before leaving the party.

-

And there you go again.

Asking for permission with that glint in your eyes, "Can I have a sip of your coffee?" You asked.

"Please?"

Then there was that magic word, putting the last of its magic that put Jeongin under your spell.

"Sure," he answered.

You took a small, careful sip since the drink was still hot.

"Oof," you said when you put the cup down back and almost sloshed the content in the process.

"How is it?" Jeongin asked you.

"I'm not sure about the caramel sauce, but it's good," you sincerely admitted.

"I'd definitely order this when I need a pick-me-up," you added, then slid Jeongin's drink back in front of him on the table.

This is also why he likes you, you are honest without being mean.

"This is funny," he said out of the blue.

"What's that?"

"That you never ask me to go somewhere with you," he paused to shift on his seat, "it's always me who asked you to go somewhere with me,"

He put your honesty to the test with the question, "why?"

"Because I know you're busy," you lightly answered.

It was wrong for Jeongin to expect more from your answer, it was the obvious reason why you never initiated all of these meet-ups first.

"And also," you continued, "I know you'd feel bad saying no to me," you ended with a smile.

That, he didn’t expect.

Jeongin felt caught with the truth that he was, in fact, couldn't say no to you, he got flustered, cheeks blushing profusely, and he looked down at the lipstick mark you made on the rim of his coffee cup.

"Can I do that though?" You asked him, your fingers playing with the coaster of your hot beverage.

He glanced up and stifled a nod, "of course," he responded with a thin smile.

"I have these tickets," you licked your lips before continued talking, "this supposed to be a birthday gift for my little sister but apparently, she's too cool to go to the aquarium with me," you rolled your eyes as you explained.

Jeongin softly laughed listening to your explanation and how you took a deep breath at the end of the sentence, like a little kid ranting to her parents.

"So, what do you think?" You asked him.

You tipped your head to the side while looking at him, "do you want to go with me?"

"You mean, now? We go now?" He asked you in disbelief, completely taken aback that by your spontaneous offer.

You nodded with a grin on your face.

"You can say no, of course, I don't want to force you to do anything," you quickly added.

"Sure, let's go," Jeongin answered with a wide grin on his face, dimples sunken into his cheeks, and eyes turned into two crescent moons.

Jeongin couldn't remember the last time he went into the aquarium, but he was sure he was still too young to truly enjoy it and couldn't properly read the names of the aquatic animals.

The aquarium was almost empty, there were only a few people, and most of them were sets of parents with their children. He believed the two of you were the only ones who came here out of a whim, on a Thursday afternoon but thoroughly enjoying the trip.

"How nice to be a jellyfish!" You murmured when you watched a swarm of jellyfish floating in the water like animals that came from another planet.

The jellyfish turned color with the change of lights and its tentacles flying around behind them, swaying around that it hypnotized both of you to keep looking.

"They are made of 98% water, with no heart, no brain," you explained.

"How liberating that would be," you sighed, "not thinking, not feeling, and just going with the flow of the water,"

Jeongin turned his head at you and at your eyes that reflected the fluorescent lights in them, he felt like looking into another world when he looked at them.

It captivated him, how you think and how you feel about certain things, and you poured it all out through your words, unfiltered and honest.

Not everyone can do that, but you made it seem so easy to him.

"And you disappear by evaporating into air," you finished, then turned your head at him.

"Fascinating!" Jeongin exclaimed, and he meant that for you.

"Well, I just Google it, it said that when they get washed up ashore, their bodies would disappear after a few hours under the sun," you elaborated.

Jeongin nodded at your words but what came through his head was how beautiful you looked, illuminated by the light from the aquarium.

If it wasn't a school day, this one specific area would have filled with so many elementary students huddled around this large pool where you can touch the animals in it.

"Oh my God, there are baby sharks in it," you grimaced.

Jeongin saw one swarm around and didn't hesitate to put his hand on it to touch its skin, "oh, it's rough," he commented.

"What are you doing?" You snapped at him, "what if it bites you?"

Jeongin laughed looking at the pure horror on your face, "they're baby sharks," he reminded you.

"But they're still sharks,"

"Yeah, but not big enough to eat you," he said back with a sly grin.

He dived his hand back into the pool to play with a seastar, softly touching its ridged skin with his finger.

"Can I touch it too?" You hesitated because of the sharks.

"Of course, it's called the touching pool for a reason," he said.

You rolled your eyes at him and put on a thin smile at him.

He laughed, then took your hand, "Come here, touch it!"

He guided your hand into the water to touch the seastar he played with earlier, feeling mischievous, Jeongin led your hand to the shark that came swimming toward your hand.

You squealed and out of reflex, pulled your hand out of the water with so much force that drops of water splashed to the front of your blouse.

"Oh, I hate you so much!" You squealed at him, playfully punching his arm repeatedly while scolding him.

He caught your hands and put his hands around you to calm you down, didn't even try to apologize cause he couldn't stop laughing.

You had an early dinner since the tickets also included meal packages at a restaurant inside the aquarium complex.

You laughed because the meals were shaped and decorated for kids, and you both happily dug into the meals, shared each other's plates, and grinned gleefully.

"Kids' meals are on another level!" you beamed.

Jeongin nodded in agreement, "I'm glad we're coming here," he commented.

You shrugged with pride with a wide grin with a mouth full of food.

His cellphone rang and vibrated on the table, he wiped his mouth with a napkin before picking up the call.

He gave you a pitying look once he ended the call, and you recognized what it meant, "just go, it's okay," you immediately said to him.

"I'm so sorry," he meekly said as he got up from his seat.

"No worries, please, thank you for coming here with me," you quickly said with a comforting smile.

With all those magic words packed in one sentence, he knew you were sincere with your words.

He took the french fry you were holding then ate it, "I'll treat you next time," he promised.

"I can't wait," you cheekily responded.

But it took almost a month for that next time to happen.

All the free time he had, he spent on resting and getting the sleep that he lost due to the packed schedule. He didn't think of anything but the fatigue that kept piling on him, but he couldn't ignore the comfort you gave him whenever he was with you.

The comfort made him forget about all of his worries and also talk about them without feeling judged yet feeling understood at the same time. Someone who reminds him that he is just like any other person in their early twenties, who is as confused and lost as he is.

I treat your burgers for dinner. How is that sound?

Delicious!

Meet you there at 8?

Oh sorry, I can't tonight.

Oh okay. Tomorrow?

Tomorrow's night sounds scrumptious.

Jeongin laughed reading at all the texts he exchanged with you.

He did that sometimes, scrolled the chatbox of his texts with you as a pastime activity, and got some good laughs out of it.

He didn't know he could have some inside jokes with someone else other than the members, it was new to him, it gave him a revelation that it's possible to be close with someone else.

"Something funny?" Hyunjin asked as he came to sit next to him on the couch.

Jeongin put his phone away, "Nothing,"

"I'm borrowing your shirt by the way," he said to him and got up to show it off to him.

"Yeah, it looks good on you," Jeongin said.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah," Hyunjin shortly replied but spared Jeongin from the details.

He got so used to Hyunjin or any other members to borrow his clothes. That gave him the idea to pick the clothes he would wear for tomorrow, as he looked inside his closet, he got hit by the question his logic asked in his head on why he put this much effort just to treat you for a dinner?

-

"Wow, I'm so full," you exhaled a long breath when you got out of the burger joint with a hand on your stomach, full from the meal you had a while ago you could barely breathe.

"But you only ate one burger," he said, then held your hand to help you climb down the stairs, it was slippery and wet from the rain earlier.

You let go of his hand and held onto his forearm instead.

"Not my fault that I don't have such gluttony," you poked fun at him and softly laughed.

Jeongin laughed along, "Coffee?" He asked.

You shook your head, "let's walk for a while to burn down some calories,"

Jeongin agreed with your suggestion, walked to the nearest park and took a stroll around it, stopped by a bench to sit on and looked at the pond, even though it was dark to see the view, the sound of drops of water from the trees hitting the surface of the pond was very relaxing to listen to.

"I thought you forget about your promise to treat me to a meal," you said, breaking the silence that hung between you.

"Of course not. I was busy, but I didn't forget," he responded as he fixed the hair that poked his eyes.

You leaned in to help him with his hair, brushed it to the side, "you should get a haircut," you told him, your hand went to the back of his head to comb his hair with your fingers, "it's getting longer.

Jeongin's breath hitched, he never liked it when someone touched him but when it comes to you, he could tolerate it.

"I know," he said.

"Not that you're less attractive with longer hair," you quickly added.

Jeongin stifled a laugh, "I know,"

You continued strolling the park for a bit and found an ice cream truck parked right outside, you ran to see the selection of ice cream.

"Let me treat you to ice cream," you offered as you read through the menu on the side of the truck.

You settled with the cotton candy with rainbow sprinkles while Jeongin chose salted caramel with chocolate chip.

"You want to try mine?" You offered.

Jeongin hesitated for a second, confused whether he could really take a lick of your ice cream, but you were already holding out your ice cream close to his mouth.

He felt mischievous and took a big bite instead, he laughed looking at you sighing so loud then shot him a deathly glare.

You looked at the half-eaten scoop of ice cream in your cone, "I am so done with you," you weakly said.

"Okay, you can take a bite of mine," he made a deal to make it fair.

You glared at him again, not trusting his offer at first but he held out his ice cream at you. When it was close enough to your mouth, he purposely smeared the ice cream all over your lips.

There's just something about teasing you that made Jeongin obsessed not doing it at every chance possible, how adorable you looked and grumbled like a fussy toddler whenever he did that.

"You can't stop teasing me, are you?" You grumbled again while wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Jeongin ran to the ice cream truck and asked for some tissue, returned to help you dab your lips with it.

It took him by surprise how soft your lips felt under his touch and how close he was with it, he could feel your cold breath tinted with the sweet-smelling of the cotton candy ice cream.

You glanced down at your phone screen to check the time, "oh, it's 10 pm, already?"

Jeongin crumpled the dirty tissues and tossed them into the trash bin nearby, "why? It's past your bedtime?" He teased.

"I have a recital tomorrow," you answered and put your phone back inside the back pocket of your jeans.

"Oh?" Jeongin didn’t know that you have an important thing to do tomorrow until you told him.

"Why are you agreed on going then?" He asked in utter confusion.

"I needed a break from practicing," you lightly replied.

Jeongin waited with you until you got a taxi home, "Good luck for tomorrow," he said before closing the car door.

"Thanks, bye!" You muttered to him.

-

Jeongin happened to have a day off tomorrow, but instead of enjoying the pleasant weather outside, he stayed in the dorm, napping and ordering food, playing games, playing on his phone until he bored himself out and not tried to text you, asking how the recital went.

He fell asleep with the chatbox opened with the phone on his stomach, when it vibrated with a phone call, he jolted awake.

His hand frantically tried to push any button on his phone screen without looking and just pressed accept.

"Yes, hello?" He mumbled while rubbing the sleep of his eyes.

"Hey,"

Jeongin's eyes snapped open the second he heard your voice through the phone that he had to look at his phone screen to see if it was really you calling him.

"Are you awake?" You asked through the phone, sounded so wan.

"Uhm... yeah," he wanted to sound convincing but he couldn't mask the sleep in his words.

"Sorry for calling so late at night," you said.

Jeongin glanced at the clock on his watch on the bedside table, "it's only 11 pm," he said as if it wasn't obvious.

You chuckled at his words, "well, I thought you're sleeping already,"

"No," he quickly denied.

"So, why are you calling?" He asked but regretted asking cause it came out so rude while he asked it out of pure curiosity.

You never texted first, and it was the first time you ever did so, he has the right to know why, all of sudden, you called him late at night.

"I must have woken you up, huh?" You playfully asked him with low laughs.

"Well, I was about to doze off," he finally admitted.

He heard you heavily sighed at the end of the line, and he could hear the exasperation in it.

"I need a friend to eat my feelings away, but I think it's too late for that," you told him.

And Jeongin couldn't miss the chance to be that friend, to return the deed you had done to him by simply being there to listen to all of his ramblings about his life.

But Jeongin didn’t want to sound so eager, so he settled with a less ecstatic response.

"Well, it's only 11 pm," he said.

"It's okay, Jeongin, we can meet another day," you said to him, "I'm just goi-"

He could hear the window closing in, he quickly cut you off, "where are you now? I'll be on my way,"

"No, no, it's okay. I don't want to bother you," you kindly refused his offer.

"Text me the address, I'm going now, bye," Jeongin muttered everything in one sentence to not give you any chance to refuse his offer.

He met you at a convenience store near your apartment building and saw you eating cup noodles, then chuckling at the pile of snacks on the table.

"Don't ask!" You quickly said to him as he sat down on the chair across from you.

Jeongin took a bag of chips and opened it, began munching on it while watching you eat your noodles.

"How did the recital go?" He asked.

You stopped eating and put down the chopsticks inside the cup, reclined on your seat, and didn't reply but sighed, your shoulders sagged with so much weariness.

He guessed that it didn't go well so decided not to push you on the question again, he went inside to get himself a cup of noodles and ate it on the table with you.

"I think I screwed up," you sighed once you were finished with your noodles.

Jeongin didn’t respond but kept eating and drinking a can of soda once in a while.

"My teacher never scolded me this much before," you meekly said, your hand reaching for a bottle of juice on the table.

"I did so great during practice, but why did I fail during recital?" You asked, but you knew well enough the question was aimed at yourself and not at Jeongin.

Jeongin listened to all of your complaints and all the questions you asked yourself on how you ruined your recital that day, sighing and groaning in between.

He went back inside and returned with two popsicles, he opened the wrapper for you, handed you the strawberry flavored one.

"I'm sorry that I keep blabbering around," you said to him as you bit into your popsicle.

Jeongin shrugged, "No problem!"

You cleaned up the table once you finished and put the trash away, began walking in the direction of your apartment building.

He realized you were wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt when he looked down, your feet were on slippers with socks on, you must have walked out in the middle of the night just to get some air to clear your head. You must have thought of not calling him, but you did because you needed the company.

And he felt good knowing that he got to be that someone.

Furthermore, he liked being needed, knowing that someone needed his presence, his comfort, it makes him feel so validated as a person.

You took a stroll around the neighborhood with you linked your arm with him, it was so quiet except for the constant buzzing of the streetlight and dog barking in the distance.

"I know you were sleeping when I call you," you said to him with a knowing glare.

"I'm sorry for making you come here at this hour," you added, squeezing his arm when you spoke.

Jeongin softly smiled, "well, I'm not doing anything so," he continued his sentence with a shrug.

You turned your head at him and smiled, "Thank you, Jeongin," you sincerely said to him.

And he looked into your eyes and found instant comfort in them, making him couldn't look away but to keep staring into them.

You eventually broke the eye contact and rested your head on his shoulder for a few seconds before withdrawing yourself.

Drops of water fell from the sky, you looked up, and another drop fell on your cheek.

"It's raining," you said.

And the rain poured almost immediately that you didn't have time to take shelter, you pulled Jeongin by the hand and broke into a run towards your apartment building.

You safely made it back to your apartment, you gasped seeing your clothes stuck to your wet body and hair drenched with rainwater.

"You want to come up to dry a little?" You offered.

Jeongin hesitated, it was late, and he wasn't supposed to be out. But since he was already out, he decided to go with you and see what your place looks like.

"Yes," he responded.

You pulled him with you, got inside the empty elevator, and pushed the button to your floor.

After a moment, you saw you still have your hand clasped with his.

"I'm so sorry," you said as you frantically let go of his hand.

You put your hands together and clasped them together in front of you, "I have rough hands," you meekly said, embarrassed.

At that moment, Jeongin learned why you didn't take his hand whenever he wanted to help you.

The elevator door slid open and you got out, led him to the door of your apartment.

You pushed the door open and stepped aside to let him inside, "Come in, please," you said to him.

Jeongin had been wondering what your place looks like, it was just like he imagined it would be, neat, with minimal furniture, the only mess he spotted was a pile of music sheets on the table and the opened case of your cello on the sofa.

You hugged yourself as you stood next to him in the small living room, "It's a mess, I know," you said to him then handed him a towel.

Jeongin turned his head and took the towel from you, instead of starting drying himself, he took your hands and wiped them dry.

"I-" you stuttered and tried to yank your hand away from him.

But he firmly gripped your hand by the wrist and did not let you go.

"They're calloused and rough," you weakly said, then showed him your other hand, then turned them over to show him the prominent veins on the back of your hands, "they're ugly,"

Jeongin didn’t say anything but gently dabbed the beads of water on your face and neck, putting your hair that stuck to your face behind your ear, then held it there.

When he looked at you, he thought of a flower in a rain.

"You want to switch hands with me?" You playfully asked him with a low laugh.

Then you held his hand with you, "oh wait, I think our hands are switched for real," you joked.

And he thought you were cute.

And that was why he kissed you.

The kiss was sweet and soft, you tasted of strawberry and rain, cold and wet. The kiss stirred something in him, he wanted to offer more than comfort to you, he wanted to let you know that you are more than just your calloused and rough hands, that you shouldn't be insecure in the first place, he wanted to make you feel good.

Jeongin let go of the kiss but kept your face close to his, cupped your face with both hands to crash his lips on you again, getting bolder by brushing his lips over yours repeatedly and tongue gently lapped your lips a few times before he pulled your chin down with one thumb to gain access to taste more of you.

You weren't sure where to place your hands, you gripped the front of his shirt instead as he deepened the kiss that forced you to get close to him.

You sighed into his mouth when his hands tugged the hem of your t-shirt that you withdrew your lips away and Jeongin went rigid thinking he must have taken the signals wrong.

You took a step away and took off your t-shirt for him, you reached for his shirt, unbuttoned it, then parted it open to reveal his muscular body.

Jeongin took you by your neck to pull you into a kiss again and steered both of your bodies to your bed room until both of you stumbled onto the mattress.

Pieces of clothing flew off and littered your bedroom floor until you were only in your white lacey underwear, so flimsy that he could see your cunt through the fabric.

Jeongin went kneeling on the bed, looked down at your naked body, flustered under his gaze, and your chest heaving as your breath quickened with the building tension.

Jeongin ran his big hand from your chest down to your ribcage, to your stomach until it landed on your clothed core.

He traced your clit against the fabric, and you lowly moaned when he applied gentle pressures on it.

"I'm on the pill," you said to him.

He nodded to let you know he heard you and proceeded to pull your underwear down your legs, he brought your underwear close to his nose.

You bit your lower lips as he took a sniff of your underwear with his eyes closed, "you smell really, really good," he murmured.

You pressed your thighs together as if that would help you suppress the urge to have him fill you.

You propped your elbows against the mattress, looked him in the eyes, and said, "I want to taste you in my mouth,"

And Jeongin didn’t expect those words would ever come out of your mouth, he found it not cute anymore.

"Please?" You breathlessly said.

And he didn't expect you would ask such a sinful thing with the magic word that always entrapped him, making him incapable of saying no to you.

Jeongin pulled his throbbing member out of his underwear and showed you how hard, how big, how it pulsated with so much desire.

"Do you think you can take it?" He asked you.

You didn't say anything but blinked your eyes at him innocently, stunned by the size of his cock.

Jeongin voluntarily kneeled above your abdomen and positioned his cock close to your face, he took your hand and put it around your hand around his cock.

You pumped it a few times, traced the slit with your thumb, made small, kitten licks with your tongue.

Jeongin pet your head as he watched you slowly put his cock into your mouth, little by little until it fully disappeared into your mouth.

Jeongin whimpered with his eyes fixated on the way your beautiful mouth wrapped around his cock and you looked up at him through your lashes, began bobbing your head up and down his length.

He got amazed by how well you took him, not even gagged or got choked by it as you set a steady pace.

Jeongin tangled his hand in your hair and pulled at it when your mouth worked its wonder on him with your low delightful hum in the background.

It was overwhelming to him, seeing you enjoying sucking him off that he tugged your hair harder then led your head to the pace he preferred.

Jeongin cursed under his breath, he could feel his release coming closer, and he bucked his hips against your mouth until he fell apart, cumming inside your mouth.

You slowly pulled away with your mouth slightly parted open and a few drops of his white cum dribbled down your chin.

You swallowed the whole thing and collapsed back onto your pillow, catching your breath, mouth glistening wet with a mix of his cum and your saliva.

Jeongin lowered himself on top of you, his tongue licked the drops of his cum on your face only to placed his mouth back on yours, kissing you so hard with a hand wrapped around your neck.

He got up and kneeled back on the bed, watching you spread out on the bed for him, one look at your enticing core, and his cock got hard again.

He never thought of you this way, a girl that he thought was just cute and could only go far as holding your hands, never farther than that.

It elicited something in him that made him want to ruin you more, see if you could keep up with him.

He tossed his underwear aside and roughly put your knees up, exposing your drenched cunt at him.

"Keep your knees up," he ordered, assertive and stern.

You didn't say anything back but complied, keeping your knees up with a hand holding them.

Jeongin ran the tip of his cock down your wet slit, intentionally teasing your entrance but not pushing in yet. He wanted to see much you want it first, how long can you last until you beg him to be inside you.

You looked at him then to where his cock teasing your cunt, you were sure your arousal made a pool on the sheet at that point.

"You want it?" Jeongin asked you with his foxy eyes intensely staring at you.

You bit your index finger between your teeth, then shyly nodded at him.

Jeongin smirked without stopping stroking your cunt with his cock that it got wet just from your essence.

"You want it inside you?" He asked again.

You nodded again with a sly grin plastered on your face.

"I need your words," he said to you.

His sharp jaws slacked open as he waited for your answer, eyes pierced right through you.

You put your hand away and said, "yes,"

"Yes, what?" He breathlessly asked.

"Yes, please," you replied.

A smirk bloomed on his face, Jeongin needed to take a deep breath to calm himself down. That magic word had a new meaning to him, he would always remember the way you said it, with so much want and need, desire, and lust.

He pushed his length inside you without warning, making you gasp that your mouth made a big O shape.

Jeongin whimpered the whole time his cock going deeper inside you until he fully bottomed out.

Jeongin let out a loud groan, deep and hoarse like it broke him to the core at how much pleasure he got from being inside you. When he glanced down at you, you were squirming with teeth faintly biting your lower lip, humming in delight, feeling full from him.

It aroused him so much, that he began moving, fucking you with all his might, but all you did was look with a lustful smile at him like his hard thrusts didn't have any effect on you.

His hand reached for your mouth and pushed his thumb into your mouth, which you gladly took, swirling your tongue around his thumb and sucking on it.

"You're so cute, you know that?" He said between his grunts.

You pulled his thumb out of your mouth and giggled at him.

"Fuck," he cursed out loud.

Jeongin put all of his strength into his thrusts, he didn't even care who would cum first, he immersed himself in you and let the pleasure take over.

A moment later, you writhed under him, moaning, crying with your hands clutched his forearms, nails dug into the flesh.

Jeongin didn’t stop the motion of his hips and kept going until he too, reached a climax that obliterated his senses and lit the fuse that set his body on fire.

He stilled with his cock deep inside you, filling you up with his seed, and when he gained a little control of his mind, he slowly pulled out, followed by a blob of his cum leaking out of your hole.

He collapsed next to you, mouth searched for you but with his mind dulled with pleasure, his kisses were slobbering wet and haste.

You held his face to be the one who gave him proper kisses, overlapped his body with yours while he held you, roaming his hands on your back.

He felt at ease that he fell asleep right away with your head resting on his chest.

He woke up a while later, feeling something tugging inside his chest, that uneasy feeling of doing something that he shouldn't have done, and there was no way of getting back from it.

He looked at you, sleeping soundly on your pillow with hair covering your face that his hand flew to remove it, revealing your beautiful face at him.

The feeling amplified, and it scared him.

He was the one who put the distance but he was also the one who crossed the line. He blamed this palpable desire he had within him earlier that made him lose his mind for a moment that he stumbled onto a bad decision.

What if you wanted more after this? That was his first thought.

He didn't want a relationship, he got dizzy just from thinking of being in one.

Ultimately, he didn't want to say no to you, hurt your feelings because of it.

It was him, not you.

He decided to leave, quietly removed himself from you then got off the bed. He put his clothes on in the dark and made sure didn't leave anything behind, he couldn't bring himself here again knowing that he left you in the middle of the night after having sex with you, like a coward.

"Are you leaving?"

He heard your mumble in the dark and his eyes landed on your shape under the blanket on the bed.

His heart skipped a beat looking at you, awake on the bed, clutching the blanket to cover your bare chest.

"Do you have to leave now? It'll be morning in an hour," you said to him, hoisting yourself on the bed.

Jeongin stood there in your room, sighed with so much regret that you had to catch him leaving, giving him no other option but telling you everything.

He walked to your bed and sat on it, "Can I be honest with you?" He asked.

You rubbed your eyes from sleep and looked at him, the two glossy marbles of his eyes in the dark of your room.

You sat up on the bed with your back rested against the headboard of your bed, facing him to listen to what he was about to say.

"Yes," you replied.

"I like you," he said, licked his lips.

You nodded even though you weren't sure why he made it sound like he was about to deliver something so foul out of his mouth, a piece of bad news.

"And I like you too," you said back to him.

Jeongin stalled from telling the truth by touching his ears, seeking comfort from himself, "but I don't like you that way," he weakly muttered.

His voice was so low, but with the quiet of the night, you could hear his words loud and clear, echoing in your ears.

"I like us as friends and not more than that," he stated, it felt so bitter on his tongue, and it burned him from the inside like he just drank acid.

"Oh," you said, the words hadn't fully sunken in yet.

Jeongin witnessed how the glint in your eyes died down as you registered those words, that the sex meant nothing, it was just physical, his impulsive need of a release, a mistake.

"I'm sorry," Jeongin sadly muttered, the apology tinted with regrets and resentment.

You stayed quiet for a while and cleared your throat, pushing down the growing lump in your throat from holding back your tears.

"It's okay," you said to him.

But it wasn't enough to convince him, so you grabbed his hand on the bed and held it, "thank you for telling me sooner," you said to him with a thin smile.

He would rather see you cry than see you smiling like this, a smile that hinted so much sadness in it, and it hurts a lot more to him to see.

Jeongin knew he just broke your heart, and he wondered why he stayed there only to prolong the bitter, painful moment.

He got up from the bed, took a last of you as you slouched back down on your pull, and buried yourself under the blanket then he left your apartment.

He never to see you again, no matter how much he missed talking about things and going somewhere just to kill the time with you.

It was never his attention to harming you, but he did, and he couldn't forgive himself for that. He punished himself by staying away from you, something he should have done from the first time he met you.

But as he lay awake at night on the bed every night before sleep, he started to ask himself if he regretted not staying away from you or regretted walking away from you that night?

-

Now as he's staring at you, smiling with that same glint in your eyes like there are stars in them, he believes it is the latter.

It has been months, and now you're back, in someone's else arms, none other than his close friend, Hyunjin’s arms.

He watches as he holds your hands, and he remembers how you didn’t like anyone holding your hands because you always think your hands are ugly, but not anymore, Hyunjin slips his fingers into the spaces between your fingers and intertwines them together.

Hyunjin whispers something into your ear that makes you laugh, it is something that Jeongin missed hearing from you, that beautiful sound of your laugh, and the way your shoulders shake when you laugh.

Did he ever make you laugh that way before? He can only recall the time when you made him laugh, not the other way around.

He gets sad thinking that he never, ever makes you laugh before, he gets envious someone else got to do it, not him.

You accidentally look in his direction and catch Jeongin looking at you.

Your lips curl upward into a smile for a few seconds, then turn your head back at Hyunjin again, who whispers something into your ear again, and you close your eyes as his lips graze your earlobe as he speaks.

When Hyunjin said he started dating someone, Jeongin was so happy because it is a natural thing to be happy for someone you really care about.

The moment he saw you coming to the dorm with Hyunjin holding your hand, Jeongin's feelings for Hyunjin’s happiness slightly shift into something else, something cold and bitter with a little resentment in it.

A moment later, Hyunjin gets up from the sofa and pulls you along with him in the direction of his bedroom.

Jeongin doesn't flinch, he keeps his cool, he stays on the couch in the living room playing a game with Felix and the sound from the TV drowns out his thoughts, or he thinks it is.

When the night gets late, he walks to his bedroom and passes over Hyunjin’s bedroom with the door slightly ajar.

He hears the faint sound of your voice behind the door and Jeongin stands with his back on the wall next to the door listening in on you and Hyunjin inside his room.

"Please?" You plead with such want and need in them.

Jeongin instantly remembers the way you pleaded almost the same way to be filled by his cock that night.

"Hyunjin, please?" You sweetly beg again.

And Jeongin's heart breaks when he hears someone else's name come out of your mouth and not his.

Jeongin braves himself to peek inside, through the crack of the slightly ajar door, he can't poke his head inside, but he can see everything through the reflection in the mirror.

He sees you, kneeling on the bed, naked with your legs parted open, his eyes traced every curve of your body that he remembers vividly, your breasts hang on your chest and he remembers how perfect they are when he held them, how your nipples get hard when he played with them, how they taste when he took them in his mouth, he is practically salivating from the memory that flashed through his mind.

And your skin, soft all over, he can feel it on his fingertips.

Then Hyunjin lets out a low groan as he kneels behind you, entering you from behind while holding your body with a hand around your waist.

And Hyunjin repeatedly groaning, and Jeongin can imagine how overwhelming the sensation of filling you whole with his cock that his twitches inside its confine, the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock sending a zap throughout his body.

Jeongin softly hisses as his cock throbs, eyes snap back to the reflection on the mirror where Hyunjin begins thrusting into you.

He brings his mouth close to your ear, "baby, you feel so good," he whispers to you.

And he sees you with your eyes close and a blissful smile on your face, you hum at his praise then put your hand on his.

Hyunjin playfully bites into your earlobe and makes you giggle.

"You're so cute," he says to you.

Jeongin agrees, he can fuck you hard and makes you cum multiple times, a moaning mess on the bed, but he'll still find you cute.

His eyes intently watch the reflection on the mirror like it is a projection of his mind where he fucks you senseless.

You softly moan and hold on to Hyunjin’s hands as he intensely thrusts into you.

"So beautiful moaning like that," Hyunjin praises.

You giggle again and put your hand around his neck, in which Hyunjin gladly uses the opportunity to sink his mouth on your neck.

Maybe he should have praised you like that, calling you pet names, kissing you tenderly, and telling you how good it feels being inside you.

Jeongin's throat gets dry as his sweatpants tighten with every passing second of him watching someone else fucking you, his mind playing tricks on him by replacing Hyunjin with him.

"Hyunjin," you moan his name.

Hyunjin smiles knowing that he fucks you right, that you are close to your climax.

He places a haste kiss on the corner of your mouth, "Gosh, I love you so much," he says to you with a delightful sigh.

And that shatters the trick of his mind cause he would never say such thing to you, so confidently and overflows with affection in it.

"I love you so much,"

He hears you say it back to Hyunjin, and Jeongin feels a sudden hollowness in his chest, and all of the air in his lungs has escaped him, leaving him breathless.

The trick doesn't do it anymore to him, he turns around and leaves for his bedroom, slams the door shut behind him.

He gets on the bed and lays down, even with the door completely shut he still can hear your moans through the thin wall, haunting him with the regrets of that night.

His hand goes to pull open the bottom drawer next to his bed to take out something.

A piece of clothing, your white lacey underwear that he secretly took that night with him. He puts it close to his nose to catch a sniff at it, it smells just like you and that heavenly thing between your legs that he craves every night in his wake.

His hand goes down to pull his sweatpants down, just enough to let his erection spring free, putting the white underwear around his cock, Jeongin starts stroking his length, slowly and gently then closes his eyes.

He focuses on the sound of your moans, imagining that it is him fucking you right now and not jerking himself off with your underwear that is already ruined with his cum for every night he tries to cope with the fact that he made the worst mistake for walking away that night.

He pushes the thought away and keeps pumping his cock vigorously even though it is painful to do so.

The pain is nothing compared to not having you and gets haunted by the regret of it every day in his life.

"Please, please," he hears you beg in the next room.

And he pumps his cock harder with the thought of you pleading at him, with that sweet, innocent look on your face and crinkles in your eyes, an index finger between your teeth.

So, so cute that he wants to ruin you more.

"Please what?" Jeongin breathlessly asks to the void in his bedroom.

But there is no answer, there is only regret that echoes in his head.

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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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COLLATERAL.

PART I

I.N x reader x Hyunjin. (s)

Author’s note: It’s a ‘tame’ chapter and part 2 out tomorrow!

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PART III

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I / Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The conclusion is he would make a great dad.

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

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

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

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

“Chan…” you softly called him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you felt so loved.

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?” He lowly exclaimed.

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

"Should we try it now?" He asked.

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

"No?" He meekly asked you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 -

Chan truly enjoyed the process of getting you pregnant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You ended up having your period instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not," he calmly denied.

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

You eagerly shook your head, hardly refusing his words.

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

Those are my fertile period.

You answered in a reply to his text.

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

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

What do you think?

Are you really asking for my opinions?

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

I was wrong to ask you that.

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

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

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

Forget about me asking your opinion.

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

Nice try, have a good day at work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He whimpered when you slowly rolled your hips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You giggled at his odd craving and kissed him again.

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

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

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

The pain and pleasure blur into one.

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

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

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

He pushed in so deep that you gasped.

"Oh my God," you cried out.

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

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

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

"Keep pushing," you told him.

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

"Oh fuck," you cursed.

And he never heard you curse that loud.

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

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

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

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

And you never heard him curse out loud like that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," you answered.

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"With who?"

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

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

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

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

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

You unconsciously smile along with him.

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

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

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

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

But somehow, everything just clicked with him.

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're not sleeping yet, baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you,"

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

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

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

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You weakly nodded with your head rested on his shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," you agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mommy shark!" He shouted his answer.

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh hey," you said to him.

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

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

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

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

"I'm Lee," he introduced himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tonight?"

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

"No,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You kept staring at him.

And couldn't stop staring.

He was wearing a plain black shirt, but why does it look so good on him?

You had seen him wearing black countless times, but you never got tired of how nicely the color enhanced his pale skin and bold facial features. And the way the shirt accentuated his broad shoulders made you squirm inside.

He reached for your hand on the table, intertwined his long fingers, and slipped them between yours while he was busy scanning the menu.

"What are you going to have for dinner?" He asked.

"You," you playfully answered.

He shot you a shy smile with eyes closed, "let's just have the same as the last time," he uggested once he collected himself but still flustered that he looked down at the table.

As you dug into your meals, you just noticed something because it flashed through your mind for a second.

"Oh my God," you gasped.

Chan got startled that he almost knocked off his glass of water, "what is it?"

"Did we miss our first anniversary?" You asked, slightly panicked.

His mouth hung open, "no, we didn't, it's next week," he said to you.

You sighed in relief and put a hand on your chest as if it would help you slow your heartbeats.

"I thought I missed it," you said to him, then picked up your cutlery.

After dinner, you took a little walk in the park, enjoying the last days of spring together even though the cherry blossom trees were almost balding.

Held hands, stopped a few times so he could take pictures of you, sat on a bench while looking up at the night sky, talked about random things, and sneaked a few kisses when no one was around.

On the way home, while watching him driving, you realized that he didn't talk about the pregnancy plan or mentioned anything about it. It scared you a little bit, thinking that he probably gave up on the idea so you came up with something to talk about it.

"I'm thinking of naming our child after a constellation. What do you think?" You asked him.

He hummed, thinking of an answer, "like what?"

"There are a few I have in mind," you said, squeezing his hand that was resting on your thigh, “Cassiopeia, Delphinus, Lyra, Pixys, Aquila, Carina, Phoenix," you listed the names of constellations that you remember from the top of your head.

He glanced at you with a sweet smile, "those are good," he commented.

"But of course, we still have a lot of time to decide on one," you said.

"Yes," he responded.

Your smile faded because he showed less enthusiasm than you expected so you dropped the topic.

He brought your hand close to his mouth, then kissed the back of your hand, "I can't wait to see our child, I bet they would be beautiful just like you," he said with a grin.

A smile rose on your face, you got happy that it excited him as much as it excited you, your heart swelled with so much affection towards him.

You held hands inside the elevator and once it arrived at your floor, he pushed you into the hall, then pinned you to the wall.

He kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue, and didn't stop kissing you before all of the oxygen in your lungs burned out.

"You have no idea how much I held myself back out there," he breathlessly said against your lips.

He hoisted your leg up, and you hooked it around him, "I want you so much," he said to you with so much need in them.

He took your hands and pinned them above your head, "I want to have you for myself," he said again, his eyes dark and heavy with lust.

He let go of your hands and put them around his neck, he lifted you.

"Let's go to your place," you said to him with eyes looking through your lashes.

He stared down at you, hands locked in your body against him.

"It sounds silly, but I want to spend a night at my boyfriend's house," you said to him with a shy smile.

He smiled back at you, "it's not silly, it sounds like a great idea," he said to you with a sly grin.

When he thought he couldn't be more aroused than seeing you in that skin-tight dress with your hair down like that, he took the dress off to find you wearing provocative lingerie underwear.

What evoked something primal inside him was the sight of your black stocking.

He took everything off of you except for that. He wanted to fuck you in it, feeling the roughness of the fabric brushing his skin as he made love to you with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He likes having you anywhere, you will always be enticing to him, but seeing you splayed naked on his bed, where he spent his time sleeping, dreaming about you, and sometimes, jerking off to the thought of you, hits differently.

And you were so vocal, you kept praising him, touching him with adoration in your eyes.

"Chan, you feel so good inside me," you cooed to him, holding his biceps as he thrusts deeper into you.

"You feel so good around me too," he said back to you.

You moaned, body writhed in pleasure, "oh my God," you muttered to yourself, clutching the side of the pillow.

You touched yourself, kneading your breasts and pinched your nipples for extra stimulation.

The lewd view sent him closer to the edge.

"Cum inside me," you told him.

His eyes searched for you then locked them with yours, "I'm going to fill you up, baby," he muttered to you.

The motions of his hips against you were rather slow but each thrust went harder and deeper than the previous.

He groaned as he cum inside you, watching his cum leaking out of you then pushed it back inside you with the tip of his cock, "keep it inside," he ordered.

He was nowhere near the finish, he was sticking to his words to fill you up with his cum, and made love to you again and again.

"I'm going to keep filling this sweet little cunt with my seed," his words only made you clench around him.

His hand firmly gripped your hips as he fucked you from behind.

"I'm going to breed," a hard thrust, "you," a harder thrust "so good," he finished with a strong thrust and kept pushing his cock deeper as it gets.

You cried with your mouth agape, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth and onto the pillow.

It was easy for Chan to get lost in pleasure like this, especially when pleasure mixed with the intention of getting you pregnant blurred into one but somehow drove him into overdrive.

He lifted you until your back hits his chest, holding you from collapsing back onto the bed by putting his strong arm around you.

"Gosh, I love you so much," he said with his cock twitched inside you, filling you full of his cum as he promised you.

His other hand roamed your slick body coated with a thin layer of sweat, "I can't wait to see you grow a baby bump," he said with a hand on your stomach.

His hand moved to cup your breast, "I want to see these breasts swell and filled with milk," he said to your ear, making you hum in pleasure.

You lolled your head to the back and let him kiss your exposed neck, too fucked out that you barely kept your eyes open anymore.

You didn't know how you fell asleep but it was the best sleep of your life, when you woke up, you felt so refreshed, a bit tired but energized.

Chan made a trail of kisses along your spine until his mouth met the nape of your neck, then placed a kiss on your cheek, "Good morning, beautiful," he said to you, knowing that you had woken up from your sleep.

You turned over on the bed to face him, "Good morning, my perfect man," you greeted back with a sleepy smile.

He got shy but took the compliment well, "I made breakfast," he informed you with his hand removing stray hair from covering your face.

"I hope you're hungry," he said, softly grazing the tip of his nose with yours.

"Famished," you replied.

He smiled then placed a soft kiss on your other cheek, "just wait here, we'll have breakfast on bed," he commanded.

"Sure," you responded with a smile and a peck on the lips.

And a day couldn't have a more perfect start than this.

-

After pushing the plan two weeks back, Chan could finally fulfill his promise to take little Chan to the aquarium. He excitedly showed him every animal inside the tanks, and little Chan couldn't stop shouting "Mommy shark" when Chan showed him the tanks filled with sharks.

You were feeling okay this morning, but somehow your body turned against you, broke into a cold sweat, and you got a slight headache.

You kept a straight face, didn't want to ruin their joyful time together, and took their pictures once in a while, laughing at how Chan once again tirelessly taught him how to pronounce 'manatee'.

"Chan, he's only two years old," you reminded him with a laugh.

"Yes, I know," he said with a defeated sigh.

He pulled you closer to sneak a kiss on your cheek, "you're cold. Are you okay?" He asked while rubbing your side.

"I feel a little chilly, but I'm alright," you answered.

He put his jacket on you even though you were already wearing three layers of clothes.

Little Chan ran on his own to the other tank that Chan hurriedly ran after him before he lost him in the crowd.

Chan decided to skip dinner and went to have it at home instead, so you could rest while he took care of little Chan for the rest of the day.

He went to your bed before you went to sleep, "I hope you're not sleeping yet," he said to you.

You hoisted yourself up to sit on the bed, but he stopped you, "I just want to give you something," he said.

"Yeah?" You asked in excitement.

He pulled out something from behind him and presented you with a bouquet of red roses, "Happy anniversary!" He said to you.

You smiled but got sad that you forgot about it, "oh no, I forgot about it," you sadly admitted.

"It's okay, we can celebrate it later once you get well," he said.

He gently pressed his knuckles to your cheek, "I love you," he softly muttered to you.

You lifted yourself enough to plant a kiss on his lips, "I'm so grateful for you," you sincerely said that your heart hurt when you said it.

"I love you so much," you said with your eyes looking deeply into his.

He kissed your lips, a long, lingering one with all the tenderness he has in him, so delicate, sacred like the feelings he has for you.

He took the bouquet from you, "I'll put this in a vase," he offered.

"Thank you," you mouthed since the medicine you took made you drowsy.

You faintly heard Chan muttering something, but you were already falling asleep to listen to his words.

 -

Chan's heart stopped when you came to his apartment in the morning, he had just come back a few hours ago after spending the whole night at the studio and had just gone to sleep.

But once you said you and him needed to talk, his head rushed to think of awful things.

He thought of the wrong things that he unintentionally did to you and what he could do to solve it.

His head was clouded with sleep turned alarmed and anxious, his knees bounced as he sat on the end of his bed while you paced back and forth in front of him, anxious as he was.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, it came out a little rude, but you knew he did it out of anxiety.

You stopped on your track and then sat next to him, you pulled out something from the back pocket of your jeans, a piece of paper.

Chan hesitated for a while, thinking what if it was something that he didn't want to know and regret of reading after.

"What's this?" He asked.

You handed it to him without answering his question and you saw him unfold the paper with a heavy sigh like he was about to read something as bad as a death sentence.

His eyes scanned the paper fast, but none of it came to his senses, "what's this?" He asked in pure confusion.

He could only recognize that it was a paper from a hospital, a result of something and numbers and something that he wasn't smart enough to know what that was, or his brain was too fogged up with nerves to think straight.

"Are you sick? Is it bad?" He asked you, fully concerned.

You took his hands and put them on your lap, "Chan, I'm pregnant," you enunciated the words so slowly to make sure he got your words loud and clear.

It took a moment for his brain to process the words until it sank in, "you're pregnant?"

You nodded, "yes, I'm pregnant,"

"You're pregnant," he said again, this time with a mix of disbelief and wonder.

Then it finally hit him all at once.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" he shouted out loud with eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" he exclaimed again, then pulled you into a hug, almost sending you toppled to the side, but fortunately, you were quick to hold on to his arms.

"You're going to be a father," you muttered to him.

He held you so tight until there was no gap left between your bodies, "I'm going to be a father," he repeated your words with so much awe like he was still trying to catch up with the reality.

"Yes," you affirmed.

"I love you so much," he said to you, hugging you so tight he could crush you in halves, "you make this come true for me, thank you," he said.

You cried hearing his words, he made you realize how much it meant to him, for both of you.

He loosened his hold around you then held your face in his hands.

"I'm crying because I'm happy," you quickly told him before he got the wrong idea.

He smiled so brightly, dimples and crinkles in his eyes, "you make me so happy, I'm so grateful for you," he said.

And he was right, you are so loved. He endlessly showered you with his affection and undivided attention, didn't stop validating your feelings, and reciprocated them.

You are so deeply loved.

He put a hand on your stomach even though a baby bump had hardly grown yet since it was only three weeks old.

"There's our child inside," he said with a foolish grin.

You nodded at him, half laughing, and put your hand on his, caressing your stomach together.

And it became his new favorite hobby: rubbing your stomach whenever he had a chance.

Just like this morning, you were cooking breakfast, and he came up behind you and slipped his hand under your sweater to feel your small baby bump with his big hand.

"Not that you weren't beautiful all these times," he said to you, "but you're way more beautiful carrying our child like this," he teased with a kiss on your cheek.

You giggled at his sweet praise.

He would rest his head so close to your stomach and kissed it out of affection. The fact that he wasn't allowed to have sex during early pregnancy didn't stop him from admiring you, the way your body gradually changed with time.

He couldn't wait for the time he could finally see your breasts swollen and see a big baby bump, wonder how big you'll get.

But work kept him on his toes, like that wasn't enough, he had to go on an album promotion to Japan for three weeks or more.

He could imagine how much he would miss taking care of you, spoiling you with everything, and caressing your belly.

You understood that this was his first time, and he wanted to always be present for the whole thing.

"I'll take care of our child well, don't worry," you convinced him a day before he left.

He groaned, he figured that you already knew how he felt about the whole thing, he felt bad for leaving, but he had no other option.

Chan believed that you would do well since it's your second pregnancy, and you probably had known most of everything about being pregnant.

A week after being away from you, you sent him something in a text message.

Baby says hello

You captioned it, and he pressed play, he heard a static then a rhythmic sound of a beat, a heartbeat. He almost jumped on his seat listening to it. He could guess what it was, but he wanted to make sure.

 Is it our child's heartbeats?

You replied almost immediately, in less than a minute.

Yes, the baby is well and healthy.

Chan almost got teary, he couldn't believe it at first, but there was really a growing human inside of you, it was his child, and the baby will soon come out to this world, officially make him a father.

He covered his mouth with his jaws still hung open, completely stunned and blown away. This experience is one that he couldn't get anywhere, one that not everyone can experience, and probably would make everyone get jealous of him.

The child hasn't been out yet into this world, but the existence alone was enough to make him feel so many emotions that he never had before.

He wanted so much to be there in the doctor's room, listening to his child's heartbeats together with you, how wonderful that moment would be, how precious yet he missed it big time.

"I should do better," he told himself.

"I'll do better," he said as he listened to his child's heartbeats the dozens of times already that day.

Like the feeling of coming home to you, he wouldn't trade it with anything in the world.

It was the best feeling, having people welcoming him home and embracing him, warding his weariness away.

He came home to you and your growing baby bump, smiling so brightly with that pregnancy glow on.

People didn't exaggerate what they said about pregnant women: They radiate a different kind of beauty.

 He couldn't stop kissing you with a hand caressing your belly.

"I miss you so much," he said to you.

"I miss you too, baby daddy," you poked fun at him.

Chan stayed true to his words to do better, doing what he could do best to lessen your duties as a mother and share them with him.

He put little Chan to bed after bathing him and read him a bedtime story until he fell asleep hugging the wolfchan plushie.

He gave him a kiss goodnight before dimming the light and leaving the room.

He went straight to your bedroom, didn't find you there but heard the shower was on.

And he came at the right time.

You were showering, fully naked under the shower, the baby bump was visible with your hair stuck to your skin and streams of water made your skin glistening wet.

Was it wrong for him to get so turned on with only this view?

He couldn't find you more alluring than this, naked with a baby bump and the fact that you were carrying his child doubled the charms.

He hastily stripped all of his clothes and then went into the shower before you finished.

"How could you be pregnant and so hot?" He asked you, making you giggle while looking over your shoulder at him.

He didn't stop there, he went to touch you all over on the bed after and did not let you put on any clothes.

"Is it safe enough for us to have sex now?" He asked you, he had been wanting to ask you that for the past hour, but he was afraid that the question would only burden you.

"Cause gosh! I want you so much," he said with such urgency in his voice.

"Yes, it's okay," you confirmed.

But he promised you that he would be careful, entering you from behind while you lying by your side with one leg pulled, bent on the knee.

It wasn't for his pleasure, he just felt the urge to feel you and made love to you so sweetly, conveying how much you enticed him.

"You always feel so good, baby," he whispered to your ear with hips motioned in and out of you.

You smiled at his praise and returned his kiss by opening your mouth, letting him taste you more.

He didn't even think of cumming, he just wanted to feel you, bond with you, be one with you.

"I can't wait to meet our child," he said to you with a hand on your growing belly.

You clasped your hand with him on your stomach, "I can't wait either," you said back. Chan was already protective of you way before you got pregnant, but now you did, it became like second nature to him.

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

he did nothing wrong

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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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