Pcd (post-concert Dick) Changbin Drabble

pcd (post-concert dick) • changbin drabble

It’s a wonder, really, how two hours on stage can change your boyfriend— the sweet Changbin who’d kissed you so tenderly before he left gone and replaced by someone you only met in moments like this, when he’s pent up and frustrated and slightly feral. And you know that’s what this is as soon as he turns the corner, gaze immediately finding you, sitting pretty in a corner right where he’d left you.

“You,” he barks, striding towards you. “Dressing room, now.”

He doesn’t wait for your response before he’s storming off towards it and you follow him without a word. By now you’re both accustomed to this routine — after a show, much too tired and pent up to play around with you, the teasing and toying he normally savours is replaced by those short commands, and you, loving girlfriend that you are, are always happy to obey.

He’s patient enough to hold the dressing room door for you, quickly slamming it shut and locking it behind you. You walk to the middle of the room, standing tall and presenting yourself to him how he likes. He looks you up and down, taking you in and makes a noise of approval. There’s a second of silence, tension thick in the air before he finally pounces, striding towards you and bundling you in his arms like you’re weightless.

You’re quickly thrown onto the couch and then he’s on top of you, ripping off your clothes and from this distance you can see the feral gleam in his eye he gets when he’s this desperate.

“I fuckin’ waited for you,” he growls. He makes quick work of your pants but doesn’t bother removing your panties, just pulling them to the side and plunging two fingers into you without warning. You scream slightly, thrashing against him but his grip on you is strong. “Waited all fucking show to finally have you like this. Stay down.”

He works you open quickly, all the while attacking your neck and chest with rough kisses, sucking at the skin until it bruises. As he adds a third finger this thumb finds your clit and you wail, bucking against him.

“Shut it,” he snaps, clamping his other hand over your mouth. “You want them to hear us, bitch?”

You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes as his fingers keep fucking you harder. He laughs. “You don’t, huh? Don’t wanna get punished when I’m about to fuck you good?”

Just as you’re reaching near delirium he removes his fingers, quickly slapping your sensitive pussy then pulling away. He drags you up with him and positions you so you’re bent over the arm of the couch, ass and pussy on display for him. Finally he rips off your panties, quickly shoving them in your mouth with one hand and slapping your ass with the other. “Ought to keep you quiet, huh?” He mutters.

Normally he takes a while to savour you, work you up before you’re fucked; he could easily spend hours with his mouth attached to your pussy, rubbing your clit while his tongue swirls around inside you until you come undone. But today he’s too impatient, too worked up from hours on stage to take his time with you, and knowing how he can be after shows, you’re lucky he even prepped you with his fingers. You hear him tug his zipper down and once he’s pulled his cock out he doesn’t waste a moment before slamming into you.

Even after months of dating him, you’re not used to his size, and he knows it too, because he clamps his hand back over your mouth before you can scream. He gives you a few seconds to adjust before he starts to move, but he doesn’t bother starting slow. He goes fast and hard, using the hand over your mouth to pull your head back towards him while the other grips your waist, holding you the way he wants you to get as deep as he can. By now tears pour freely down your face as he fucks you into delirium, the only sounds your muffled cries and the slapping of skin on skin.

You feel his orgasm approaching, grip on you tightening as he speeds up, fucking into you like it’s the last time he’ll ever have you. After a long show you figured he wouldn’t last as long as usual but the intensity with which he fucks you more than makes up for it; you physically couldn’t take anymore than this even if he gave it to you, so feeling him let go inside you is a fucking relief. He collapses on top of you as he unloads, burying his face in your sweat-covered neck, arms still around your waist to catch you when your knees buckle.

“Good girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

Are you okay with threesomes?

I can never get the idea of hard Dom Minho and switch Han with very much Sub reader.

Minho doms everyone

Han is Minho's sub but your soft (teasing) dom

Then you are their sweet little (sometimes bratty) sub

-sweetracha

Yes YES this dynamic is absolutely perfect bc I totally want these two to wreck me but at the same time it’s glaringly obvious that Minho is calling the shots between the two of them and wow yes what a dream this throuple would be.

I see Minho as moving between hard and occasionally soft dom depending on his mood and your behaviour, but out of the two he’s definitely the meanie bc Jisung is just softest of the soft. That being said when he’s subbing for Minh, Jisung is quite bratty and that brattiness will definitely come out when he’s domming, in the form of teasing and torturing you until even Minho is telling him to leave you alone or he’ll be punished too.

As Jisung is a switch but you and Minho aren’t the dynamic would vary ever so slightly at different times — sometimes Ji will be doing both, ie subbing for Minho and domming you at the same time, listening to and obeying Minho like a good boy while simultaneously using you like a toy and telling you how filthy are are. Other times it’ll be both of you full on subbing for Minho, Jisung being equal to you in these moments and I love the idea of him coaxing you into misbehaving with him (‘if you don’t do this then I’ll spank you when I’m domming again’ etc, again I really can’t stress how much of a brat this guy is) then you both taking your punishments from Minho together, maybe you’ll both be bent over the bed and holding each others hand in support while Minho rotates between spanking each of you, or taking turns over Minho’s lap while the other watches knowing you’re about to get the same treatment. When you’re both subbing you can be a bit of a handful but Minho is more than accustomed to dealing with you bc this guy’s a pro

The other way this would look sometimes is when they’re both being totally dominant, leaving you all alone as the only sub in the bedroom :( there’d be a nice contrast between the much stricter Minho and your sweet Sungie who’s always praising and reassuring you of what a good job you’re doing while you’ve both their dicks in each of your holes or when you’re taking a punishment Minho (I don’t think Jisung would have the heart to punish you even as your dom, unless you’d been really really bratty towards him specifically). He’d stroke your hair and coo at you while you’re a babbling mess, totally overwhelmed and fucked out from being used by your two boyfriends. Don’t get me wrong, Jisung would plenty rough with you, but in a softer and more playful way than Minho i feel

Aftercare with both of them would be heaven too, especially since Jisung being a switch knows exactly what a sub needs after they’ve been fucked. Once you’ve come back down to earth a bit he’d tease about the noises you made while he fucked you, to which Minho would slap him on the side of the head and remind him that he’s done much much worse when he’s subbing which would shut him up nicely

Overall both in and out of the bedroom they’d be the most loving boyfriends towards you, and even if Jisung subs sometimes, at the end of the day you’re the baby and they make sure you never forget it

I kind of want to write a fic about this threesome tbh cus you’ve got me going so y’all can let me know if you want that and what scenario anyway in conclusion MINSUNG THROUPLE ON TOP🙌🙌

humper • khj

hongjoong gets a puppy.

warnings: pet play, collars, one face slap, pet names, blowjob. you’re a dog sorry

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At first you were pissed when your boyfriend marched into the living room and demanded you come to the studio with him. It was a Saturday, a rare day off for both of you, and you were planning on spending it lazing around in your pyjamas, not at his work, no doubt ignored in favour of whatever track he’s working on this time. It soon becomes clear, though, that Hongjoong has other plans.

The first clue comes before you’ve even left the house. While you’re choosing your outfit, he suggests a turtleneck — or “anything that will cover your neck”. Eyeing him suspiciously, you pull on a black sweater dress with a high collar which seems to satisfy him.

On the walk to his car, his grip on your waist is tighter, firmer than usual. It’s the type of grip he has when he’s dragging you to the bedroom right before he ruins you. You stare at him, trying to pick up a sign of what he’s planning on his face, but his expression is blank.

When you finally arrive at the building, it all becomes clear. Before you can take off your seatbelt, he turns to face you, and pulls from his pocket a black leather collar. It has a buckle to tighten it and a loop at the front that you realise with probably less horror than you should that it’s for a leash.

“What’s this?” You ask, knowing the answer but needing confirmation that you’re not going crazy.

He smiles kindly at you, placing the collar gently in his lap while he explains. “The other day when we were drinking, Seonghwa said you act like a puppy and your reaction was…telling,” he says and you blush at the memory. You definitely hadn’t played it cool, turning beet red and loudly denying the accusation to anyone who’d listen while, as only Hongjoong noticed from his spot beside you, your legs squeezed tightly against each other.

“Oh,” you whisper.

“And I remember at the start of our relationship, when we were talking about kinks and stuff, we mentioned pet play,” he continues. “But then I mentioned something else that started another discussion and we never revisited it. Having thought more about you and just how… puppy-like you are, I thought now would be an appropriate time to do so.”

You gulp, lost for words. You eye the collar in his lap with shock, anxiety and longing. You hadn’t thought much about pet play ever since that first conversation after which it had soon slipped your mind. But Seonghwa’s observation, and your flushed, heated reaction to it, had brought up new, uncertain feelings within you. Like the desire to kneel at Hongjoong’s feet, naked and leashed, while he pets you and tells you what a good fucking dog you are. And your observant boyfriend had apparently noticed, and seemingly taken action. And the sight of the sleep black collar is the final confirmation for you that this is what you want.

“Can you put it on?” You have to force the words out, barely managing a whisper. This is overwhelming.

“Of course,” Hongjoong smiles. “Come here, honey.”

He grabs your hair, gently pulling it towards himself so that he can fasten the collar around your neck. He pushes two fingers between the collar and your neck as he fastens it, leaving you room to breathe. “How does that feel, baby? Too tight?”

You shake your head, feeling guilty. “No, Joong. It feels perfect.”

He smiles lovingly, and for a moment you get lost in those eyes, just as you always have from the day you met. He pulls the neck of your dress back up, covering your new collar entirely. You feel a twinge in your stomach at the realisation that you’ll be walking through the company halls, past strangers and staff members you’ve spoken to before, wearing a collar on your neck that your boyfriend had put there. It’s thrilling.

“In we go,” he says cheerfully, normally, and rounds the car to open your door and excitedly tug you towards the building.

The walk from the building entrance to his studio door is the longest of your life. Though your collar is safely hidden under your dress, leaving the whole company none the wiser, a nagging feeling in your stomach tells you that they know somehow. They know what you’re wearing, what you’re doing. It clouds your brain and your vision and by the time you reach the studio you’re clinging to your boyfriend like a lifeline.

He shoves you in gently, following closely behind and closing the door behind him. He smiles reassuringly at you. “You did a good job, pup,” he praises. “You almost passed for human.”

You choke, face reddening and he laughs. He comes to stand at your side, grabbing your hand.

“Look,” he says, pointing under his desk, and for the first time you notice the bundle of white fluff right where his feet will be when he sits down. It almost looks like a dog bed, but… bigger.

“Joong…” you whisper. You gaze darts between your boyfriend and what seems to be your new bed in disbelief.

“What do you think?” He asks. He sounds almost nervous, as if he’s worried he’d got the wrong signals from you, or taken it too far, or scared you off entirely. But he seems to notice your reddened ears, flushed cheeks and the way you slightly press your thighs together when you stare at the bed, because he relaxes, confidence returning. “Ah.”

You look up at him. “Will I just…lie there?”

“If that’s what you want?” He smiles. “You’re just a puppy now, aren’t you? Puppies do what they want til they’re trained.”

Your stomach twists almost painfully. “Trained?” You squeak.

“Of course,” he nods, face serious, but the glint in his eye tells you he’s amused by your reactions. “But that’s a talk for another time. For now it’s up to you. You can just lie there, or sleep or whatever. But there are… other options too.”

You flush, gaze dropping to the floor. You know the implications. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d pleased Hongjoong from beneath his desk, hand gripping your hair tightly as he forces your head down on his cock. But it would be the first time you did it in a dog bed.

“The other options sound good,” you mumble.

Hongjoong hears you and smiles, cheerfully clapping a hand against your back like you’re his friend at a football game. “I knew they would,” he says. “Good puppy.”

You can’t help the giggle that slips out at the praise and he tilts his head, amused by you, before his face turns serious. “Right then,” he starts. “I think that’s enough walking for you. Be a proper puppy and get on all fours.”

You drop embarrassingly quickly, settling on your hands and knees and looking up to him. He pets your head slightly, letting you nuzzle against his hand when he cups your cheek.

“I’m going to walk over to my desk now,” he says slowly. It feels weirdly nice being talked down to like this. Like you’re dumb. “You will follow me on all fours. Then you’re going to kneel between my feet and stay. Do you understand?”

You nod eagerly and he hums, satisfied. Though he’d spoken to you slowly, his quick pace is unchanged, and you almost trip over your limbs in an attempt to keep up with him. He sighs as he sits down, gesturing you towards your position between his feet. He smiles slightly at you, stroking behind your ear, before his leg winds back and kicks your knees apart.

“That was a pathetic display,” he says disappointedly. “Even puppies know how to walk properly. Why can’t you?”

You bow your head, both out of shame and a desire to hide the look of arousal that no doubt covers your face. You’ve never felt so small, so pathetic, or so… Hongjoong’s. Only he can treat you like this. Like his property. His pet.

“You’ll need a lot of training, won’t you?” He says. He sounds kind but you know better. You know he’s planning the varying and creative ways he’s going to break you as he speaks. “Poor thing. I bet you were the runt of your litter, weren’t you?”

You white sadly, shifting on your knees. You’re certain you’re soaked through your underwear, barely concealed by your short dress and now on display for your boyfriend. “Spread your legs more,” he says. “I want to see how much my puppy’s enjoying this.”

You obey quickly, so aroused you don’t even register how humiliating this is, spreading your legs at your boyfriend’s feet so he can inspect how fucking soaked you’ve gotten from being treated like a dog. He leans down to see, brows furrowed in concentration. “Pull your panties to the side,” he orders. You feel your slick coating your fingers as you pull the wet fabric to the side to expose your pussy.

Hongjoong smiles at the sight of your wetness, suspicions confirmed, and sits back up. “I’m going to put my cock in your mouth,” he tells you. “So we can see if you’re useful. But it’s not a chew toy, do you understand, puppy? Bite it and you’ll get hit.”

You nod your agreement, eyeing his crotch hungrily. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you’ve slipped into this role, disregarding your dignity and happily debasing yourself at Hongjoong’s command, openly drooling as he finally pulls out his cock. “Suck it then.”

You crawl towards him, pulling his cock into your mouth. It’s a familiar position, a familiar feeling, but there’s something about the way he’s treating you that makes it even better than usual. You suck at it hungrily, licking and suckling just the way he likes, the way he’s taught you. He groans occasionally but his focus is on you, steely gaze set on your head as it bobs on his cock. When you throat him particularly deep he almost falters, eyes closing for a moment as his mouth falls open. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Not such a runt after all, are you?”

Spurred by the praise, you go faster and harder, your hands gripping his thighs to anchor you to his cock. It’s only when he laughs coldly, pressing his foot against it, that you realise your pussy has somehow found his foot, grinding against it in a desperation for some kind of stimulation. “Oh, that’s embarrassing,” he snorts. “I didn’t take you for a foot humper, baby.”

He pushes your head further down on his cock while his foot lazily presses against your pussy, granting you the friction you’re desperately chasing. “Focus on me, girl,” he says. “Pleasure is for trained puppies.”

You nod as best as you can, voicing a muffle agreement around his cock. He lets you keep sucking at it until you can feel he’s almost close, shaking and gasping in his seat, then pulls away abruptly. You whine loudly like you’ve lost your favourite toy and he slaps your face. He pulls you up by the hair, planting a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead and pulling you towards the couch.

“Come, puppy,” he says. In the haze of subspace, his voice sounds almost distant. “Let’s start your training.”

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yeah so i have no excuse for this but let me know if you like this. it’s 3am and i haven’t proofread but i hope that’s not too obvious. been really into witting ateez lately but ive also got some skz and exo in the drafts. reblog and comment if u enjoyed. love🖤

omg are u okay?? what happened that's so horrible i hope ur safe now (u don't have to answer)

i’m perfectly fine! just took a few months to recover from the physical and mental trauma of it. thanks for ur concern darling🖤🖤

public (minho drabble)

just minho fucking you with a remote control vibrator in public. that’s it. requests open!

You’d known since the start of the relationship that Minho was on the… kinkier side of things, but until now he’d refused to show you just how far he could go. You couldn’t handle it, he maintained, having only been introduced to this type of thing when you’d started dating him, but you swore you could. Anytime, anywhere, you’d said. As soon as the words left your mouth you knew it was a mistake.

A few days later he’d stopped you as you left for work, pinning you to the wall and pulling your dress up. He’d yanked your panties down wordlessly, rubbed your clit enough to get you wet before unceremoniously shoving a small vibrator inside you. As he pulled your panties back up he slapped your pussy sharply before letting your dress fall back down. “Keep that in there,” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips just like he did everyday. “And have a good day, baby.”

He doesn’t use the vibrator all day; you almost forget it’s in there, in fact. You wonder if he’s forgotten about it but you know he hasn’t. When it comes to you and these games, Minho doesn’t forget.

After work you meet him in the cafe next to the building, as has become a tradition every Thursday. When you walk in he’s at your usual table by the window, greeting you cheerily, your usual already on the table. You sit down, happily munching on your cake before he speaks.

“How was your day, honey?” He asks.

Just as you go to answer, a low, dull vibration starts inside you. You jolt, eyes widening. No. He can’t be doing this now. Here. No.

He tilts his head, smiling with all the innocence of someone not fucking their girlfriend with a vibrator in the middle of a restaurant. “Is something wrong?”

The vibrations speed up, stronger and deeper now and you choke. “F…fuck,” you gasp. “Minho, fuck.”

“That’s not very nice,” he frowns. “Or appropriate. We’re in public, you know.”

“Yes we are,” you snap as quietly as you can. He scowls slightly at your tone, but he’s having too much fun to press it further. “So stop doing this. Please.”

Minho sighs, nodding softly before his finger twitches in his pocket and the vibrations ease a little. You exhale finally, getting a hold of yourself and whispering your thanks.

“You’re welcome,” he smiles. Then his finger twitches again.

You don’t have time to react, to beg him not to, before the vibrations return, the highest they’ve ever been and you almost keel over. Through tear-filled eyes you see a few people at a nearby table turn concernedly to you, muttering lowly about the scene in front of them. Minho keeps his gaze on you, unbothered by the attention you’re drawing. He adjusts the settings a few more times, up and down, with a focused expression.

“Is she okay?” You hear someone enquire. You look up to make out an older woman at the next table staring worriedly at you. “She looks distressed.”

Minho smiles kindly at the woman. “Oh yes, Ma’am,” he says. “She’s having one of her migraines, I’m afraid. They come on so quickly.”

“Poor thing,” she says. She offers you a sympathetic smile which you weakly return. “You should get her home.”

“You’re right,” Minho says. “Such a shame. She said she’d be fine today, but I guess she just couldn’t handle it.”

The woman smiles meekly and turns back to her friend, sparing you a few more glances before Minho pulls you from your seat and walks (drags) you out of the cafe. As the door closes behind you he grabs the back of your neck, whispering harshly in your ear. “Wait til I get you home.”

Imagine poly minsung with children. Like, you get pregnant by them both (is possible, I searched it up) and you just raise them together. It'll be so fucking cute🥺🤧 Imagine how their dynamics would be

Wow this is really cute but unfortunately I’m a massive pervert so we’re gonna have to talk about that too

I will put a warning before the nsfw stuff because this is pregnancy related and I know some people are uncomfortable with sexual things related to that. I have been pregnant before so I have some experience but it didn’t end as happily as it does here, so I’m not sure about some parts of this so this is my best guess. Love 🖤🖤

At first you’d be terrified, staring down at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief because how the fuck did this happen? You were on the pill and you were definitely not ready to have a child of all things. Not to mention what this would do to you physically — you liked your body, and you especially liked what could be done with it by your two boyfriends, but as soon as they found out you were carrying a child — their child — they’d freak out and treat you like glass. Minho already had a tendency to do this, always worrying that he’d gone too far or hurt you too much after an intense session, and when he found out about this he might refuse to fuck you altogether. And to be honest that was the scariest part

When you tell Jisung he’d be silent for a moment, then the first thing he’d do is go get Minho because the older man will definitely know what to do. Minho of course, however he may feel inside, calms you both down, assuring you that it’ll all be fine, they’ll take care of you and the baby, if you want to keep it.

A few hours later once all of your heads are clearer you finally pose the “are you still gonna fuck me” question to Minho and he laughs, assuring you that yes, of course he’s still going to fuck you and so will Jisung. Jisung of course would get that grin on his face that tells you he’s about to say something disgusting as he tells you that he’s gonna be fucking you non stop until you give birth. Minho jokingly tells him to go to the corner but it does make him think a bit more.

⚠️ nsfw - breeding, minor free use etc

At first he was just planning on fucking you even though you’re pregnant, but now that Jisung’s put the image in his head he cant stop thinking about what he could do with you *consensually* during this time. The thought of you so swollen from your masters’ cum that you can barely move, leaving you totally at their mercy for nine months does something for him and he can’t stop thinking about how helpless you’ll be pretty soon. They could keep you all comfy in your bed, ready to be used whenever they want to. Keeping you filled with cum to ensure you’re always this pretty and helpless. You’d look so sweet with your swollen belly and glassy eyes, so weak and full that all you can do is whine and beg him to help you too…

And as soon as he reveals these thoughts Jisung would go fucking feral, almost fucking you right there. The little perv would go wide eyed too picturing being able to fuck you whenever he wants. He’d come inside every time to make sure you’re always full of him. He’d be gentle, of course, not wanting to hurt the baby he’s put in you but you go dumb so easily he doesn’t even have to do anything

⚠️ nsfw over !

Aside from the sex they’d take fantastic care of you during your pregnancy, waiting on you hand and foot and always praising you for how perfect you look carrying their child. When your hormones are affecting you they’d do everything they can do make you feel better even if that means leaving you alone for a while. The amount of new clothes you receive from them for you and the baby would be ridiculous. Minho would decorate the nursery, asking for your input but you trust him to make it beautiful and he does. He’d enlist Hyunjin to help him paint it, not letting you see until it’s done and when you finally walk in for the first time you’re overcome by how beautiful it is, how loved this child is going to be and already is

But Jisung especially would worship you during this time, in disbelief that you’re actually having his baby. He’d touch your stomach whenever he can, eyes wide and when he hears the baby’s heartbeat and feels it kick for the first time he’d get so emotional, staring up at you in wonder, never more in love than this moment. He’d constantly be bickering with Minho over who gets to take care of you, help you around and hold you and rub your belly. Sweet boy just wants to do everything he can for you because he’s so in love and so grateful that you’re having his child. It might get a little overbearing at times because he’s just so determined to take away every bit of discomfort but Minho would be there to make sure it’s alright for you, and he’d tell Jisung to relax a bit if he feels he’s doing too much

And once the baby’s born it would just be so beautiful. I always picture Minho with a daughter, so from the moment she’s born she’s always in his arms, dressed in some tiny outfit Jisung chose for her. Neither of them would ever want to leave her side, happy just to stare at her in silence for hours. None of you can believe how tiny and pretty she is or that she’s yours, your baby that you made together. Staring at her tiny little nose, her tufts of hair and little hands and feet as she sleeps so peacefully, you just can’t believe that you made this little person solely out of love. She’s a representation of the most beautiful parts of your relationship and you can’t believe how much you love her. Minho would cry sometimes for the first few months of her life, just overcome by her while Jisung would be a lot more playful. He’d definitely be the first to make her smile and laugh, the most beautiful noise any of them have ever heard

If you’re picturing them still being idols in this, they’d probably want to keep her out of the public eye so they’d work extremely hard to protect her privacy and yours, so I doubt they’d post any pictures of her, but they’d definitely talk about her whenever they can. Minho would send bbl updates about her progress, what he did with her that day etc while Jisung would post pictures of the little outfits he makes for her. He’d take her to the studio occasionally and she’d always be the first to hear the new music he’s working on, even before you, so occasionally he’d send bbl updates telling stay about however she’s reacted to what he played for her. If she ever cried during a song he’d grumble about it on live and joke about how much it hurt his feelings and how mean she is to him. I doubt they’d reveal her name because again privacy, but maybe they’d have a nickname they use to be able to talk about her with fans. In any case she’s the most loved little girl by the whole group but of course especially by her dads. They wouldn’t want her to be an idol because they know how hard it is but they’d definitely want her to be interested in music and dance. I’m sure she’d love it as much as they do and as she grows up they’d be at every showcase she does with her music or dance class, so proud of the little person she’s become. And of endlessly in love with their mother. Whether or not you have more children they leave entirely up to you because you’re the one that did all the work of course, but whatever your choice you’ve already made them the happiest men in the world by giving them their daughter and of course, being their girl. At the end of the day you’re always gonna be their baby, even if you have your own.

I just think they’ll be the best dads and most caring partners to you on this journey together. Hope you enjoyed reading this and if you do have kids in the future do not settle for ANY LESS than Minsung to do it with‼️‼️bc everyone deserves someone like them