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ch4nb4ng · 3 years

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pairing: dilf!chan x afab!milf!fem reader

warnings: switch!chan, oral (m receiving), praise, semi-public sex, cum play, dirty talk, orgasm (m and f)

word count: 9.8 k (woops lmao)

Tagged: @sailorhyunjinz , this was a fic written as inspo from an ask you received a little while ago, hope you enjoy reading it !

summary: after leaving your piece of shit husband and moving across town with your beautiful little son, life was stressful. Lucky your son easily adapted and made friends easy, but you had to pat him on the back, because the newly divorced dad that accompanied him was like a gift, and boy, were you in need of some stress relief.

A large smile spread across your face as your beautiful son ran out of the automatic doors, running full speed as you kneeled down, opening your arms wide and embracing him fully.

“Hello my beautiful son,” you beamed, “how was your day?”

“It was so good mom,” he replied, reciprocating your grin of warmth, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course my little pumpkin.”

“Can Felix come over? His dad said it was okay.”

The smile on your face was far from fading as you lifted a hand, ruffling it through the little boy’s hair.

“Of course he can! Is he going to come with us?”

“I can follow behind you to your house.”

You heard a deep voice coming from behind you before you could speak. Turning around, you gasped, greeted by a taller man with black hair, glasses, and a black suit. Holy shit was all you could think, mind going dumb as you realised you were on your knees right in front of this dashing stranger. The heat rose to your cheeks immediately when you realised how filthy this would have looked out of context. The man held his arm out, knocking your thought back into motion as you stood, accepting his kind offer and gripping his hand for a handshake. Your eyes bulged for a moment, noticing how firm his grip was.

“I’m Chan,” he beamed, resulting in a cocked eyebrow of confusion from you, “Felix’s dad.”

A wave of relief came over you after he had given some background information as to who he was.

“Oh,” you giggled, “it’s nice to meet you Chan, I’m y/n, Seungmin’s mum.”

“Beautiful,” he chuckled, dimples popping out.

Your heart began to race at the adjective. Was he saying that you are beautiful? Or that Seungmin was beautiful? You shook your head, snapping yourself out of such ludicrous thoughts. There was no way he was talking about you; this was the first interaction between the two of you.

“Sorry?”

“Oh uhm” he coughed, breaking eye contact with you for a brief moment, “Seungmin uhm, he’s a beautiful kid.”

“Ohh,” you coughed, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck, “I try my best.”

You both stood there, a slightly uncomfortable feeling filling the air as you ran out of things to converse about. You knew it was wrong to think this way, seeing as it was the first friend Seungmin had made since moving to a new school, not wanting to ruin things for your son; but you couldn’t help it. Felix’s dad, Chan, was super attractive. Although he had clothes on right now, you could see how well he took care of his body, largely due to the fact that it was becoming somewhat difficult for you not to admire the way the top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, the third one barely holding on. His dark hair pushed up, forehead out in full view, his smile, dimples; his teeth. He was so hot. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks once more the longer you noticed yourself gawking at him.

“So uhm-”

“So-”

You both giggled, talking in unison. God, why was he making it so hard to act like a cordial school parent?

“You go first.”

“Oh uhm I was just going to say, did you want to follow me to my house?”

“That sounds like a great idea, Felix, get in the car and daddy will take you to Seungmin’s house.”

You coughed, saliva getting caught in your throat as he bent down to ruffle the already messy hair on top of Seunngmin’s head.

“How does that sound, buddy?”

“Mom, let’s gooooooo!”

Seungmin dashed to the car, tossing his backpack in the back sweat first before jumping in. All you could do was grin ear to ear. He was a resilient kid.

After your extremely long and excruciating divorce, and having to move across town to get away from your poor excuse of an ex-husband, you were nervous that he would find it difficult to adjust to such drastic changes. Nevertheless, all he did was beam with joy, not easily discouraged, but easily adapting to his new life. You were so proud, the look on his face brought tears to your eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

Your smile faded, looking back at Chris’ face of worry. Oh shit, the tears forming in your eyes accidentally spilling over and silently dripping down your face.

“What? Oh,” you gasped, quickly wiping away the wet residue, “yes I’m fine, shall we get going?”

“Sure.”

He smiled politely once more, not wanting to invade your privacy by asking you why you were crying. Instead he turned on his feet, opening the car door and sitting in his car, the engine revving somewhat loud as he began his journey to your house.

***

“Wow Seungmin, your house is so cool!”

The sound of Felix’s sweet little voice erupted as soon as he stepped out of the car, running to the front door. What was up with kids and sprinting everywhere like their life depended on it? You couldn't complain though, you were very happy to see that Seungmin had made a friend just as enthusiastic and energetic like himself.

They were both already standing at the door, waiting eagerly to be let inside. You were struggling, trying to multitask getting your house keys out, as well as dragging Seungmin’s backpack in your arms awkwardly. You were grateful when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, gently lifting the heavy mass and taking it upon himself to take the weight off of your hands.

“Oh,” you smiled, “thank you so much.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he chirped, happily following you to your front door.

The sound of the key turning in the lock was successful, busting the door open and letting the little ones run free. Your feet, now tired from being on them day, were taking you to the kitchen, dragging a very handsome father behind you. He stood behind you, unsure whether to sit or stand. You were completely oblivious, sloppily discarding your jacket and throwing it onto the couch. Turning to the sink without hesitation, filling an empty glass with water as a sigh of relief after taking a sip of the cool substance. After what seemed like a lifetime to Chan, you turned around, eyes going wide after completely forgetting that you were not the only adult in your house.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, quickly swallowing the lump of water in your throat, “please have a seat on the stool. Would you like a drink?”

“Ah, yes please, water is fine for me thank you.”

He was super polite, bowing slightly as he pulled out the chair under the bench. He smiled, whispering a small thank you as you handed him a glass of his requested beverage. Silence filled the room once again as you both sipped on your waters. You had no idea how to converse, and the fact that he was making you sweat with just his presence alone was stressing you out. His suit jacket was now off as well, exposing even more of his superb physique, the bottom half of his sleeves were already rolled up, veins on full display as he lifted the glass to his lips, observing the way they pulsated with each small move he made.

“So,” you began, making Chan snap his eyes up to you, a shiver running down your spine, “what do you do for work?”

For work? You wanted to slap yourself across the face. This wasn’t a job interview, but it was like you had set it up to be that way after your line of questioning had begun.

“Oh uhm, I work in finance, stock for entertainment companies, nothing special.”

“Oh wow that’s great, seems like a very stable job, financially.”

Really? Now you sounded like one of those people that work out how much someone’s life is worth for insurance. You were trying to be personable, friendly. But due to your previous life as the stereotypical trophy wife, only to be seen on the arm of your ex partner to make him look good. It took away from your ability to make friends and have genuine social connections. So much that your social skills suffered in the process. Your anxiety grew the longer he waited to answer.

“Well yes, it’s enough to get me and the family by.”

Right. His family. Of course he had a family. You were lying if you said your heart didn’t sink at the idea that he would be going back to his beautiful life full of marriage and children, maybe pets. You began to chug your water, finishing at reaching for the cupboard full of liquor. A look of excitement flashed in your eyes for a moment as you happily took out two wine glasses from the upper cupboard, red wine effortlessly pouring into the cup. You attempted to cup the glass in a sophisticated way, sliding the other one across the bench.

But that was literally the worst idea you had ever thought of, seeing as the glass travelled way too far, spilling off of the edge and all over Chan.

“Oh my god,” you cried, falling to the floor and rummaging underneath the kitchen sink, desperate to find any kind of paper towel to clean up the mess. Finally successful, you scurried over, falling to your knees as you rubbed back on forth up and down his pants in a hurried manner. The way he was super polite and apologetic towards you was making it worse, the guilt clouding you the harder you scrubbed.

“Oh my god, Chan I’m so sorry-”

“It’s fine y/n,” he chuckled, wrapping his hand around your wrist to prevent you from wiping anymore, “it was an accident. It’s cute the way you're frantically trying to fix the situation though.”

Cute? Did he just call you cute? Your heart fluttered at the compliment. You bit down on your bottom lip, attempting to suppress the grin that was yet to be hidden on your face, but it wasn’t until you realised why he stopped you from cleaning any further. You gasped as you looked up, quickly swiping your palms away and out of his grip. You now knew why, seeing the way his crotch was hardening by the second against your delicate palms.

You felt so guilty. So guilty that you found this satisfaction deep within your body coming alive the closer you kept to him. He ignored your flustered state, lending a hand to help you stand up in front of him. You take up the gracious offer, but receive a shock as he caught you in a moment of weakness. This moment turned into seconds, then minutes, then what felt like hours as neither of you backed away or created any kind of space between your bodies. If anything, he was pulling you closer, like an invisible magnet was attached to your body: like you were the protons to his electrons.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh,” he whispered, the grip of his fingertips on your palms, snaking around your wrist once more as he moved back to its original position, a dark chuckle escaping his lips when he felt the softness of your palm gently pushing against his bulge. A gasp of shock parted from your lips at his boldness. What the hell was he doing?

“We shouldn’t do this Chan I-”

“Why not?”

“Because the kids could come down any minute, and you have a family at home and-”

The look on his face was priceless, the previously polite and kind man returning as he let go. He grabbed his jacket, quickly fixing himself up. God this was so awkward and embarrassing. Unsure what to do, you panicked, quickly grabbing your phone and obnoxiously sticking it out in front of him.

“Could I have your number maybe? You know, incase the boys want to hang out on the weekends, or you need me to pick Felix up, or if I need a hand with picking up Seungmin or-”

“Oh,” he nodded, taking the phone out of your hand and punching his number in, “that sounds great.”

The guilt was now truly eating you up inside. This had been the first opportunity to get yourself out there, explore the sexual fantasies that you had been oh so desperate for. To finally get away from the lacklustre, soul sucking sex life, the memory of your ex husband finishing in two seconds etched into your brain. Never paying attention to any of your wants or desires. One part of you felt relief because there was no way you wanted to be a home wrecker for someone you had quite literally just met half an hour ago, however, that was just a mere part of you. The much, much bigger part of you wanted to rip your phone out of his beautifully sculptured hands, push him on the kitchen bench and ride him like there’s no tomorrow. His fingertips roaming all over your body, the soft moans that would escape his lips; the possibilities were endless. The longer you stared at him, and the way his face was now fixated into a look of concentration on your phone as his tongue was stuck out slightly, the quicker the intensity of your sensual thoughts became. It wasn’t until you felt someone a lot smaller than you tugging at the side of your pants to bring you back to the real world, that’s when you realised how totally fucked you were.

“Mom, mommy, mommy-”

“Yes baby, what is it?”

“Felix has to go home now, but can I go after school tomorrow?”

“Oh baby,” you smiled, the feeling of pain behind it as you had to tell him because he had forgotten, “you have to go to your dad’s house tomorrow, did you forget?”

The look on Seungmin’s face made you want to sob on the spot. The combination of hurt and anger mixed into his features truly made your heart break. He was always happy and resilient when he was with you, but he genuinely loathed having to visit his dad, mainly due to the fact that there was little interaction when he was there. He didn’t matter. Your ex husband did not take him anywhere, or he would be confused when his dad would bring home different people, late in the night, throughout the week. It was a lot for a little kid to handle.

“But I don’t want to go mom,” he huffed, crossing his tiny arms across his chest, “I hate him.”

“Now Seungmin, I know you don’t like going there, but you have to see your dad, it’s what we agreed on.”

“No, I hate you!”

His yell was so loud, but the way he ran up to his room and slammed his door was ear shattering. It didn’t even matter to you that Chris and his son were still there, witnessing all of this. If it was anybody else, you would have felt extremely humiliated. But there was no chance, not even the slightest of anger could be felt in your body, because you understood his reaction. You refused to look at the guests in your house, the chance of Chan seeing tears well up in your eyes again was just too shameful for you.

“Felix, here are the keys, why don't you get in the car and lock the doors until I come out, okay?”

“Okay daddy.” He smiled, taking the keys and disappearing from the house.

Your sadness suddenly accompanied by a flash of empathy across Chan’s features as he rubbed his hand on the crook of your back soothingly.

“I’m sure I've made quite the first impression on you today, haven’t I?”

“You have?”

“Ha ha,” you chuckled, quickly wiping the tears away, “very funny. I’m sure you think I’m a complete mess, crying twice, pouring red wine all over your clothes which will be impossible to get out. Rejecting your advances on me? God I’m so pathetic.”

“You’re not pathetic at all, y/n.”

Your sniffling came to a halt, teary and congested eyes looking to meet him once more. There was something about him that was super comforting. You suddenly felt so safe and secure when you looked into his eyes. His aura was so gentle, so kind and sweet, it was almost like he was a vampire; compelling you to spill your deepest and darkest secrets to him.

“I’m not?”

“Of course not. It must be so difficult trying to coparent a kid with your ex partner, and from what it sounds like, he’s not the most helpful person.”

You laughed sarcastically, “that’s an understatement.”

“I mean, it’s not like he’s going to win father of the year award anytime soon, hey?”

The giggle that left your chest was so loud, but you simply did not care at this point in time. You needed a good laugh. Life had become so stressful that laughing seemed to be the best medicine. As corny as his jokes were, you appreciated the effort Chan had gone to in order to make you laugh, and not feel uncomfortable about all the previous stuff you had done today.

“What I’m saying is, don’t be too hard on yourself, okay? You’re doing great as a single parent. You also have my number now, so if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call, okay?”

“Sure Chan,” you sniffled, leading him towards the door, “you better go, Felix is waiting for you.”

“Ah yes of course that little trouble maker, I’ll see you around.”

You nodded, watching him run to the car, waving back at the adorable duo as he beeped his horn to say goodbye. You closed the door, a heavy sigh of sorrow filling your chest remembering Seungmin’s previous words. You knew he didn’t mean it, but it still hurt to hear your child say such a thing to you.

Regardless of your hurt, you wanted to make it up to him. Fill him up with as many happy memories as possible to reflect on until he had to go to the devil’s house. You walked up to his room, knocking on the door lightly before entering, seeing a pouty Seungmin in his pyjamas in bed. Your heart soared at the sight. His anger still made you smile because it was so adorable, how could it not?

“Seungmin, it’s time for dinner, what do you want to eat?”

He said nothing, completely ignoring you. You huffed, playfully as you sat on the side of his bed.

“Come on pumpkin, we have to eat before we go and get ice cream!”

No response. You leaned in closer, poking your index finger into his squishy cheek. Still no response.

“Hmm but! Only good boys get ice cream. Do you know what bad boys get?”

You lifted your hands, shaping them into two paws as you attacked his sides, a leaping Seungmin from under the covers as he squealed, fidgeting at the ticking fingers eating up his sides. A mixture of screams and laughter filled the room as he begged you to stop your attack on him.

“Mommy, please stop!”

“Not until you tell me what you want to eat!”

“Okay, Okay! I promise I’ll tell you.”

You took them away, letting him sit up and give you a hug. A quiet gasp escaped from your lips at the surprise of his willingness to embrace you, considering the fact that he basically spit in your face moments before. Regardless, anything Seungmin did, especially when he was being affectionate made your heart melt and thus, falling in love with him even more.

***

Loud music blasted through the car as Seungmin sang his little heart out, getting you to join in as you were on the way to drop Seungmin off for another day of school. Today was a new day, and you told yourself that it was going to be a good one. Yes, Seungmin was going to your ex husband’s house, but no, today was going to be a great day. Nothing could bring you down.

“Okay my little angel, we are here!”

“Yayyy,” he shrieked, somewhat piercing your ear as he opened the door and patiently waited for you to open the boot. The smile on his face was unbeatable. Grabbing his backpack and placing it on his shoulders, he giggled, gripping on to your hand as you walked him to the front gate.

“Seungmin, wait up!”

Your head turned to see a beaming Felix that happened to have even more energy than yesterday, but you paid him little attention, eyes unconsciously drifting to Chan, wearing a completely different change of outfit. Cosy, comfy and casual, hot, was all you could think as he watched his son run through the gates in his black t-shirt that was way way way too small, and his black shorts that were way too tight. His skin was glowing, hair relaxed and resting across his forehead, those dimples lighting up as soon as his gaze became fixed on you. You nodded politely, heart rate increasing as he soon as you realised that he was heading towards you.

“Good morning sunshine,” he smiled, causing you to look down at the door and pretend to acknowledge what he said.

“Good morning Chan,” you beamed, matching his gaze for a brief moment, “long time no see.”

“Aha yes it is. Do you have work today?”

“I do, unfortunately, but it’s only a half day today, so I can go home early and just relax by myself tonight with a nice glass of wine and Netflix.”

“Make sure you don’t spill it this time, hey?”

It really wasn't that funny, but you’re not sure if it was because you were extremely close to him and his dimples were flashing inches away from your face or not, but the way you just snorted at his below average joke was astonishing.

“I’ll try my best, but you know me, clumsy mcclumbsy!”

The way he was now basically dying at your retaliation to him was beyond you. Your humour was the same. If anything, it gave you butterflies in your stomach at how smooth the dialogue really was.

You both settled down, finally in a stable way to continue your conversation.

“So I’m not sure if I heard correctly, but did you say you were going to be alone tonight? No Seungmin with you tonight?”

The high from your previous moment of comedy dissipated quickly, the idea of your ex popping in your brain doing the trick with that. You coughed, ridding the phlegm out of your throat as you changed to a serious tone.

“You heard correctly, Mr…?”

“Bang.”

“Right, Mr. Bang. Seungmin is getting picked up by his deadbeat dad after school, so the next couple of nights it’s just me, myself and I.”

Chan chuckled politely as he brought his hand to the back of his neck. You both stood in silence, but you could tell that he wanted to say something.

“Did you want to maybe, I don’t know, hang out tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, I am cooking and I think it would be nice to hang out. I also know you're new here so it may help if I gave you some advice for some of the people around here because,” he paused, leaning closer, breath fanning on your ear as he spoke softly, “because some of them can be a lot. Look at the parents over there, 3 o'clock, staring us down like we are supposed to melt into a puddle.”

“Yes I can,” you chuckled, a shiver running down your spine as you poked a quick glance at said parents he was talking about. He pulled back, placing a hand on your bicep as he spoke once more.

“Come by at 4:30, dinner will be ready at 5:00. I’ll text you my address.”

And without even waiting for a response, he left without a word, leaving your flabbergasted and completely flustered. Why the hell was he inviting a single woman to his what seemed to be a very married household. Any logical and rational person would have said no and just flat out rejected it. But you were already too far gone, under his mysterious spell, to think it was a bad idea. Was it a bad idea? Absolutely. You crossed your fingers, praying that his partner was a very nice, carefree human being. Still, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as you got into the car, driving to work that you usually would be loathe, but how could you? Knowing you would get to see Chan after was a gift in itself.

***

The heat of the water droplets cascading onto your body was extremely relieving. Even though you had only completed a half day, your feet were still sore. Being a retail manager was a lot of work, and seeing that you never worked a day in your life before, it was tiring. Nevertheless, the ache of your soles were almost non-existent, the thought of seeing Chan again for the third time in two days motivating you to be the best version of yourself.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, gently slapping yourself across the face at your very, very unrealistic epiphany. You had literally met this man less than 24 hours ago, but the grip he already had on you was unreasonable.

It was fine; that was what you told yourself. It’s just the fact that you haven't had action in years, that’s definitely what it was.

The shower was a time of isolation that you enjoyed, letting your body soak in the steam, that was, until you heard your phone light up, sound ringing through the echoed walls of the bathroom. You huffed, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around your naked body quickly, eyebrows furrowed as you saw Chan calling you.

“Chan?”

“Hey y/n,” he answered, tone laced with concern, “I’m with Seungmin here, and he seems to be a little upset, did you wanna talk to him?”

Your stomach dropped, the worst thought coming into your head at Chan’s words.

“Put him on,” was all you could say, and he understood completely, knowing that wasn’t a time for small chat and mediocre dad jokes.

“Mommy?”

Your stomach dropped even further, hearing the sniffles cracking through the speaker.

“Hey baby, is everything okay?”

“Daddy didn’t come.”

“For fu-, he didn’t come and pick you up?”

“No,” he cried, his voice becoming weaker as his cries turned into sobs, “he forgot about me.”

“No, no sweetheart, he didn’t forget, he just, he just texted me actually, he’s stuck in traffic!”

The panic, frustration, and just pure rage began to bubble in every inch of your body. How could he forget?

“Y/n, it’s me again, did you want me to take him to his dad’s? He can sit with Felix in the car and calm down a little, could you text me the address?”

The kind gesture was making the boiling blood in your body decrease. Honestly, if you could, you would just say yes and let him do it. But it was one thing to have a stranger interact with your ex, it was another to get him involved in your marital problems. There was also no way you were letting him get away with this so easily.

“Thank you, Chan, really, but no, if you could wait for me to come and pick him up, I'll only be 5 minutes.”

“Yes of course, don’t worry.”

You quickly took the phone away from your ear, wanting to curse extremely loudly as you checked the time on your phone. How the fuck was it already 4:00?

“I’m afraid the only problem will be that I’m going to be late for dinner.”

“Y/n please,” he sighed, “we can push dinner back, I’m sure that’s the least of your worries.”

“It sure will be after I drop Seungmin off and give him a piece of my mind. Anyways, I’ll put some shoes on and head to the car, see you soon.”

The Guiness world record book had nothing on you. From the way you threw clothes on, chucked on shoes and did the laces, got in the car, and most likely sped to your destination. You dashed out of your car, knocking on the window of Chan’s back door. You plastered a fake smile, not wanting Seungmin to be exposed to the anger you had for his father. And at the end of the day, it was his father, and you'd rather allow him to form his own opinions than be influenced by yours.

“Sorry Chan, Felix,” you smiled, swiping the door open and grabbing Seungmin out, “I’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta go. I’ll see you a bit later anyway.” You winked, shutting the door behind you as you scurried your less upset son to the backseat of your car.

The ride was short, well too short for you, not giving you enough time to formulate the absolute whipping your ex husband was about to receive. Before you knew it, your legs had already taken you to the front door, hearing the ridiculously long and obnoxious doorbell as you held Seungmin’s hand, tight. The door was opened, rolling your eyes when it wasn’t him on the receiving end.

“Y/n?”

“Hi, Yeji, is Changbin here?”

“Yes, but he’s busy-”

“Great!” You chirped, the fakest of fake smiles on your face when you were greeted by Changbin’s assistant. Without asking, you barged in, Seungmin being forced to follow. Your jaw was clenched, observing your said ex husband prancing around his living room, a random person in a robe spread across his lap. All was smiles and laughter, that was until his eyes laid on you.

“Y/n, what a pleasant surprise, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, hey Changbin. How are you? Looks like you’re having the time of your life while your beautiful son was waiting for you to pick him up from preschool today.”

The arrogant smirk on his face was wiped away at an extremely fast pace when his gaze lowered to a puffy-faced Seungmin. He ran over, lifting him up and spinning him around, making him laugh in excitement.

“Hey buddy, sorry I couldn’t come and get you! I was on the way but, but I-”

“You got stuck in traffic, didn’t you?”

He looked up at you, a look of annoyance hijacking his features whenever he laid his eyes on you.

“Yes, now buddy, what do you say about having a shower and going out for some ice cream?”

“Yayyyy! Thanks dad.”

Yeji took Sengmin’s hand, leading him upstairs to help him get ready. But as soon as they left, Changbin reached out his arm, signalling his ‘new partner’ to come and join him by the hip. You scoffed, not even surprised anymore by his typical behaviour of his seductive ways.

“Can I talk to you for a second, without your new sex toy?”

He turned to them once more, placing his fingers underneath their chin as he placed his lips on theirs, capturing them in a grossly sensual kiss, before she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?”

“What? You fucking forgot our child? Like what the fuck were you thinking? What could you have possibly been doing that is more important than picking your son up from school!”

You hadn’t planned on your voice becoming this loud this quickly, but the way you had to pretend for the past 30 mins was too much to handle.

“I was busy with a guest.”

The shortness of his answers only made your blood boil more.

“So having sex is more important than your kid? You know he told me he hates me after I told him he had to come here today. You said you want custody and you wanted to see him and let him have his dad in your life. I agreed to it because I don’t want him to resent me for not having a relationship with his father, but how am I supposed to take you seriously when you can’t do such a simple task?”

He didn’t even say anything which, honestly at this point you were not even surprised by. There was no use in trying to tell him because nothing ever got through to him.

“You know what, I can’t do this right now. I’m late. I’ll see you in two days.”

It wasn’t until you turned on your heels that he decided to speak.

“I’m not sure why you’re acting all high and mighty when you didn’t even want to have him in the first place.”

His words crushed your heart. Usually you paid no mind to any insult that he could come up with, but this was deep. His words were so hurtful with every intention to cut you deep, and man, did it work.

“I know what you’re trying to do, and yes, you’re right, I didn’t want to have kids, but I knew you wanted one, and I thought maybe having a kid would help our marriage. But it didn’t, and it’s not because of me, it’s because you never respected me, or thought of me as your equal, I was just a chess piece to you, making you look good. I’m a good mom, and you're the pathetic dad/husband, neglecting the people who really cared about you the most. That’s something you’ll have to live with for the rest of your life. Good luck with that.”

You didn’t bat one eye, storming out there and slamming the large door behind you. An exasperated sigh of relief escaped your chest as you got in the car and punched in the GPS location to Chan’s house. Everything that had been brewing on your chest was finally out and in the open. It didn’t matter anyway, the sole thought of Seungmin having to stay there, his father full of empty promises, multiple people of different purposes to him frolicking around the house.

You had to increase the volume of the music in your car to distract yourself from any thought of your sun possibly suffering in your house. Driving today was a blur for you, because before you knew it the loud music and open windows had led you to your destination. You checked yourself in the rear mirror, realising that you had no makeup on, a hoodie and sweatpants as your attire. Fuck. Fucking Changbin. He always found a way to indirectly fuck up your life. Even so, you walked out of the car and knocked on the door with confidence. It’s not like you had any other option.

The comfort that you felt when the door was opened to Chan’s face, and not your ex husbands was immediate. He smiled, slightly confused at the way you had barged into his house.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh, everything’s fine, just walked into my ex husband dancing around the house with a stranger in my old robe, throwing it in my face that I didn’t want to have kids, solely to get back at me for yelling at him about forgetting to pick up Seungmin and I-”

“Woah woah,” he gasped, closing the door behind him ,”slow down, you’ve barely walked into my house.”

“Oh shit,” you choked, covering your motor mouth with your hand, “I’m so sorry, your partner must be so confused.”

Chan didn’t say anything, instead leading you to his living room. You were puzzled, firstly at his reaction to your statement, but secondly by the fact that you walked into an obviously empty house, not another adult in sight.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he smiled, “could I get you a drink, some wine perhaps?”

The grin that was begging to arrive on your face was bursting at the seams. The wine jokes would never not be funny.

“Sure, uhm, just wondering where your partner is though.”

He didn’t reply straight away, pouring your drink instead and handing it to you before you spoke.

“Listen, y/n, I just want to be honest with you, because I haven’t totally been yet.”

“Oh my god please don’t tell me you know my ex husband somehow and-”

“You know you shouldn’t assume what someone is going to say before they explain things.”

“Oh,” you wallowed, “sorry, again.”

“I’m just joking. Anyways, I feel like I have given you this impression that I am married, or have a partner or, basically, that I’m not single.”

Your ears perked up at his statement. You tried to stay calm, not showing your eagerness towards the idea that sir Chan Bang might be as single as you are.

“I am not any of those things.”

“You’re not?”

“No, I’m actually recently divorced.”

“Oh,” you nodded, taking a sip of your wine, “you’re recently divorced?”

“Well, about 6 months actually. Felix is actually at theirs tonight.”

“Oh.”

The tension in the air had become thick from a small moment. There was an implication, you could tell. The tone in his voice had suddenly changed from friendly and kind to deep and seductive. You could have been reading this completely wrong. But the cues were there. The smirk on his face, his body language, the way he was drifting closer and closer to you. It was becoming very hot, very tumultuous. The whites of his knuckles holding his glass ‘accidentally’ brushing against the blush on your face, arm wrapping around and interlocking with yours as he took another sip.

“So, how was your visit?”

“Awful,” you scoffed, trying your best to ignore his proximity, “he’s just such a fucking dick.”

He let go, realising that you weren’t in the most playful mood he was giving. Chan was a good listener, and he could tell that you just needed someone, another adult, to talk too. The stress that was oozing from you was almost overwhelming in a way. He moved you both to the couch, bringing the bottle with him, sensing that you probably were going to need it.

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

“Before I start, can you please fill up my glass? And not in the polite way, but to fill it up because I want to get a little drunk.”

A small chuckle left his lips, Chan doing as you pleased as using almost a quarter of the bottle to complete your glass. His gaze was careful, leaning into you slightly as you began to speak.

“He just, ugh he is just so carefree and lives such an easy life drowning in his millions and billions, but life isn’t like that, you know?”

“Of course,” he replied, placing his hand on your knee.

“We don’t live like that as adults. You have a kid and you don’t care? You can’t live like a playboy for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not, you have to work with me and make this work, and he just doesn’t.”

“I totally understand what you mean, my ex isn’t the easiest to deal with either.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, they just, were we really happy? Well I thought we were, until I found out that there was an affair going on for over half of our marriage.”

Your heart sank at his words. You could relate to him, especially since you had known about multiple different partners that would come in the house, sometimes even when you were there. But it didn’t matter, you could see the hurt in his eyes. It made you want to be closer to him, be the safety blanket he had been for you in the last couple of days. It was like he was someone you knew for a long time the more he spoke.

“I found out soon after that Felix wasn’t actually my kid either.”

“Oh, shit,” you blurted, unaware that your wine glass, which was filled up to the brim in case you forgot, “that’s fucked up.”

“It is what it is, I guess.” He sighed, swallowing his drink down in one gulp to catch up with you.

What felt like hours, but really, was only minutes had flown by, the drinks hitting both of you as you fell to the floor, alcohol induced laughter taking over your bodies simultaneously as you talked about the most ridiculous of things. Yes, you were having fun, but the more he spoke, the more attracted you became to him.

“God,” you cried, laying flat on the floor, “our lives are so stressful and fucked up.”

“You’re right about the one sweetheart.”

He smiled, crawling over to you. But when he tripped over in the process and accidentally landed on top of you, that was when things were getting real. Chan giggled, hands cupping your face. He said nothing, eyes stuck on you as he lifted his leg, now fixed on top of you. His closeness made you gasp, his crotch barely brushing against your core as he moved in closer, and closer, and closer.

“Can I tell you a secret,” he whispered, lips milliseconds away from your own.

You nodded, quickly wanting to hear what he needed to say.

“I really, really wanna fuck you right now.”

It was like he had just run a marathon, because his breaths were hard and heavy. His hands began to grasp onto your sides. Your palms moved in unison, slowly wrapping them around his neck as you pulled him closer to you.

“What the fuck are you waiting for then?”

Nothing needed to be said as he smashed his lips against yours. It wasn’t the smoothest, desperation taking over as he nipped your teeth, small groans and moans erupting as you tried to find a comfortable position. He was clumsy, making you somewhat frustrated, but it was endearing.

An idea popped into your head. You pulled away, wiggling yourself from his grip and standing up. You pointed your index finger, curling it up as a signal for him to come your way. You grabbed him by his shirt, licking your lips as you pushed him onto the couch. Your mind was becoming hungry for him, partially from the alcohol, but mainly from the way his legs were so deliciously spread for you. He patted his left thigh, his lap calling your name as you settled yourself atop of him, legs wrapped around his waist as a small groan left his lips. Your hand began to roam once more, dragging them heavily up and down his arms as you let him take in what he interpreted to be the most beautiful sight.

“Oh baby,” he chuckled, roughly gripping your sides, “you’re so eager, aren't you?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He liked your attitude: blunt and straight to the point. It is not like you were looking to get into a new relationship, or get engaged and enter into another marriage anytime soon. You didn’t need the softness or love or affection that came with love making. Hell, you hadn’t felt wanted or desired for a long time. Changbin, by the end of your brutally long enduring marriage, your sex life was non-existent. It killed you inside. All you wanted was to be tossed around fucked like a toy. To feel something other than hurt or anger is what you longed for, and if chan could fulfil those urges and make you feel like the sexiest person alive, you could die a happy life.

“Fuck okay,” he scoffed, hands snaking to your back as he pushed you forward, lips now full of desperation and arousal as they reattached to yours. The second kiss was much smoother. His tongue was eager, yes, but the way he controlled it: not too rough nor too shallow and he moved in rhythm with you. Your hands now wrapped around his neck as you moved your hips slightly his, eager to provoke him but also, chase the tingling sensation that was now forming as a result of this heavily sensualist kiss that you shared. You moaned into his mouth, pulling away, sucking on his bottom lip, a small pop bursting as you completely disconnected from him. His chest was tall, heaving intensely as you dragged your fingertips across his waist and down to the hem of his shirt. He took notice, quickly, lifting his arms as you took off his shirt, gasping at the exquisite physique that he was hiding underneath.

“Oh wow,” you gasped, leaning down to press a kiss on his left pec, “so this is what you're hiding from me Mr. Bang?”

“You like what you see?”

“Oh I like it,” you purred, dropping to the floor on your knees, “but I want to see more.”

Chan angled forward, soothingly rubbing his digits against your arms as you advanced to his jeans. You couldn't help but bite down your bottom lip to try and suppress the moan that wanted to escape from your lips as soon as his zipper was down. God, did his hard on look delicious. Hands on his knees, you smirked, tip toeing with each finger tip on his inner thighs. A shaky gasp came from his lips the closer you got to where he preferred you to be. It was cute. The way he reacted so quickly from such little sensation. This was going to be so easy.

“Tell me baby,” you whispered, face at eye level with his hard on, “tell me what you want.”

“T-touch me,” he whined, puppy eyes looking down at you, “please touch me.”

A devilish chuckle escaped from your lips. You looked up at him, teeth marks under his lip from biting down on them too hard as your digits barely slipped under the waistband of his straining boxers.

You were having too much fun teasing his poor man. The sexy, powerful, in control person you had just met yesterday had become all puddy in your hands. The power you felt over him was turning you on to new heights.

You sat up, sinking your teeth into his boxers, eyes hell-bent on seeing the pleasure on his face as you pulled them down, his cock hitting you in the face as it sprung out.

“Oh baby,” you cooed, placing a hand at the base of his cock, “you’re so big.”

A giggle of embarrassment came from Chan when you gave him such a compliment. He was dying for you to touch him now. To wrap those pretty little lips he has been thinking about on a constant loop around his throbbing cock. It was so close. The look in your eyes, full of dark and lustrous ideas that could make him cum right now, on the spot.

Eyes still fixed on him, you smiled, pushing a light thumb over the tip of his pulsating cock, slowly bringing your lips to a similar spot. The sounds that escaped from Chan’s lips were heavenly, enjoying the way he became louder and louder the more you took of him in your mouth. You hummed against him, vibrations trembling through his body and adding to the pleasure he was receiving from them.

“Oh my fucking god,” he growled, digging his hands into the base of your scalp, “so. Fucking. Good.”

You looked up at him, a sense of pride coming into your bones at the way he was straining against the backbone of the couch, eyes rolled completely to the back of his head, only the whites of his eyes visible as you moved along his shaft. He was enjoying this so much. The way your hands were placed on his hips, you on your toes as you quite literally sucked the soul out of him. He had never felt so alive under someone else’s touch, a fire burning in the pit of his stomach, across his arms, down his legs, inside of his chest. Your touch lit him up, igniting him and ways he could not describe.

The way you were able to make him forget about the realities of the world, brain fixated solely on the pleasure he was receiving from your mouth was having an effect on you also. You were so used to receiving things. Expensive gifts, unwanted advances. It was true that you had a lot of things handed to you in your lifetime. It gave you no power, no control. This was the first time you could truly say that you had the power you desired over a man. As sadistic as it sounded, it truly made you so wet. A hand that was previously on his hips now moves to your own body, palming yourself against your clothed core. You looked up to check on him, eyes wide open and jaw completely strung out as he looked down, nothing but admiration in his expression at the way your head bobbed effortlessly on his cock.

“Shit, y/n,” he huffed, “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”

You froze for a moment. There was no way that this was how the night was going to end. You were just as needy as him to feel the sexual touch of another man as much as he was eager to feel the touch of another woman. He gasped for a moment, slightly annoyed at the pop sound that came from your lips as you took them away from his angry cock.

“We can’t have that yet,” you cooed, “what about me?”

“I wanna fuck you.”

“Oh you do? How come I’ve still got all my clothes on?”

The way you stood in front of him, hips swaying gently to the non-existent music as you began to rid yourself of your pants, twirling around as your hoodie hit the floor; thank god you wore nice undergarments at least. He was starting to feel lightheaded. Your presence being so arousing to him. You were enjoying yourself, he was enjoying himself, there wasn’t much more you could ask for. Being able to have fun without any consequences after the fact was the perfect idea of fun in your mind.

“You’re having fun, aren’t you baby?”

His voice took you off guard for a moment. The dark, sultry tone returned to his voice as he stood up in front of you. The way he was completely naked made your creep back into a position of intimidation. For a moment you had forgotten how broad this man really was. Shoulders overshadowing your figure the closer he got to you. He leaned in, lips attaching to your neck as his hand spiralled down your body fingertips cupping your core as he began to speak.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already huh?”

Only a stifled moan could be heard from you, the delicacy of his touch not being enough, yet driving you crazy simultaneously. The gentleness of his touch, mixed with the callous texture of his pads was so good. A filthy chuckle escaped from Chan’s lips as he saw the look of despair etching onto your face. His cock twitched, truly getting off to the way such little touch had such a diminishing impact on you. His eyes were on your lips, then your chest, then your lips again.

“May I?”

“Please.”

He smirked once more, reaching a single hand around your back and unclasping the beautiful black lingerie that previously hugged your chest. All of his movements were so slow, so seductive, so sensual. You couldn’t help but breathe heavily, anticipating what was yet to come. Keeping his fingers on your soft spot, he groaned, other hand tweaking at your left nipple. An animalistic groan escaped his lips at the way your body continuously gave into him. Buds hardening instantly. He pushed himself closer to you, your body shuddering once you felt his prominent member twitching against your inner thigh.

Although you enjoyed this tantalising tease and pleasure his fingers gave you, your impatience was growing. The only thing you really wanted right now was for him to fuck you into oblivion. Be as rough and unapologetic as possible as he put you at his mercy.

“Chan this is, this is r-really good,” you shivered, grabbing him by the wrist, “but I-”

“Are you gonna stop me again?”

“No,” you huffed, “god no I was just gonna ask you to do more.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes,” you chuckled, swiping your tongue across your top lip, “more.”

“Oh yeah,” he purred, gripping your at your sides once more, “use your words. Tell me what you want.”

And so you began, lips smashing against his as he moved his hands down to your ass, squeezing them for you as a sign to jump up and wrap your legs around him, which you did, gladly did as he continued your playful assault with your lips. You giggled against his touch, gasping at the way carried you up his stairs, opening his bedroom door and tossing you on to the mattress like you were barely anything. Chan continued his animalistic behavior, crawling on top of you, viciously standing over your frame as he gripped your now destroyed panties, stripping them swiftly off of your legs and to the other side of the room

“Talk to be baby,” he whispered, lips rubbing across your lobe with each word, “what do you need me to do for you?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You growled, surprising yourself by your own forwardness. Chan stood on his knees, eagerly grabbing his cock and swiping it across your folds. The sudden contact made you jolt, an evil cackle, mixed with a gasp of shock came from your chest. He kept it there, enjoying the way your hips bucked against him, relishing in your anguish to be stuffed by him.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you huh?”

“Yes,” you whined, pushing your hips closer and closer to where you wanted, no, you needed him. He wanted to keep teasing you. Make you beg for his cock, beg for you to fuck him, but at this point, he was too impatient to wait any longer. Stroking himself a couple of times, he smirked, ogling at the way he plunged right in, your pussy so wet and so ready for him as his cock was buried deep inside of you. Your eyes fluttered shut, solely concentrated on the way his hand firmly gripped your sides, hips rolling towards you in such a gentle rhythm.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, absolutely lost under Chan’s control, “C-Chan.”

“Yeah baby you like that? Let me hear you.”

“Chan,” you moaned, sitting up and wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him against your body, “h-harder.”

“Oh you want it harder huh?”

He didn’t even wait for a response, hips already picking up in pace as your skin collided, lewd sounds of heavily slapping filling the room. He growled, overpowering the mumbling breaths and moans that feel from your lips with each thrust. It felt so good, he felt so good. The perspiration on his forehead was gathering, back screaming at the way your nails dug into his skin. He enjoyed the pain, a sadistic streak of his own; he moaned at the burning sensation. Your head turned to the side, jaw broken open and eyes screwed shut as he became ruthless, animalistic almost.

“Fuck,” he growled, “you feel so fucking good around me.”

You couldn’t reply, the only thing coming from your lips was the sound of coming into a state of pure bliss. His pace was starting to become inconsistent, yet you still melted into his touch, the pit at the bottom of your stomach starting to churn. The pleasure was slowly starting to overwhelm you, and you could tell he was close. You clenched around him.

“Don’t do that, don't do that,” he whined, slowing down his pace, “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you moaned, spreading your legs even farther apart for Chan, “you feel so good.”

Chan was giving it his everything to you, hips now slamming against you as he stood back on his knees, wrapping his hands around your legs, pushing them back to maximum flexibility as he was able to pound you from a new angle. Your eyes opened wide, mouth agape as you looked at him, veins popping out of his chest and across his forehead as he was finally hitting you in the perfect spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and you whimper mercilessly.

“Right there,” you cried over and over, “right there Chan, fuck.”

Another unholy growl came from Chan’s chest as his pace slowed, but the roughness of his thrusts gained strength each time, baseless screams coming from your lips the harder he went, cock pushing against your g-spot every second. Before, you tried to keep your pathetic noises to a minimum. Knowing yourself previously you tended to be on the louder side, but at this point, you were too fucked out to care. Your brain was slowly shutting off the closer and closer you came to the brink of your orgasm. Chan wasn't far either, you could see it in the way his lower abdomen started to spasm against you.

“Please, don’t stop,” you whimpered, “p-please I’m gonna c-”

“You’re gonna cum are you?”

“Yes baby, yes I want to cum.”

“Just a little longer.” He purred, knowing that you were at your wits end. You had no control over your body; you belonged to Chan at this moment. Everything he did felt so right. It felt so good. Being at someone else’s mercy and letting them use you for their own personal satisfaction made you so hot. It made Chan hot. The temperature in the room was high, and you knew that your body would sob with climactic pressure at any moment.

“Please” you whined, “please let me cum Chan.”

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes.”

“You wanna be a good girl and cum for me?”

“Please.”

“Go on then baby,” he snarled, “cum for me.”

It only took a few more powerful thrusts for you to be clinging onto him for dear life, moaning his name over and over as you came, legs shaking, eyes clouded in a starry haze. Your body felt like it was on cloud nine. The intensity of your orgasm was something you had never experienced. It was so powerful that you barely noticed Chan’s high hitting him just as intensely, cum spilling down your left leg as he collapsed next to you. Your bodies heaved in unison, completely out of breath and exhausted. You began to chuckle, looking at the way his body was now covered in sweat. He lifted his head, wrapping his arm around your head and under your neck as he pulled you in closer into his chest, burying you in his perspiration frame.

“Wow,” he sighed, “that was, uhm,”

You rolled over on top of him, smiling at him before pressing a quick peck to his lip.

“That was great, but I’m starving, when’s dinner ready?”

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to the moon. [m]

h. jisung x reader | pregnancy au

— ❝Becoming a young mother was never your intention. But you had Jisung there with you, so it all really seemed like it would be okay.❞

WORD COUNT: 5k

CONTAINS: light smut, angst, movie spoilers(???), description of pregnancy/surgery, complications

WARNING: very mild smut, pregnancy sex, do not read if easily triggered by death and/or surgery

A/N: hope you enjoy my first blurb :)

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Never once did you think you’d get pregnant so soon in life. With a belly bump that pushed against even the loosest of your sweaters, and more emotions than you knew what to do with. But after the initial shock of it all, you actually grew excited. A baby was growing inside of you, and for whatever reason, that made you feel so damn happy. Your boyfriend had to take some time to come around to the idea of being a dad at nineteen years old, but he too grew to love the little tot that made your belly round.

At three months pregnant, Jisung insisted on reading books out loud, convinced that the baby could hear him and knew the sound of daddy’s voice. So, every night before the two of you went to sleep, he opened up whatever book was on hand—it really didn’t matter what it was—and read until you fell asleep against him. It was more difficult when he was on tour, considering you were more emotional than usual and prone to outbursts that you never really meant. While traveling, he was often in a different time-zone, so he couldn’t really call at regular times, and when he did have any spare time, he’d use it to eat and sleep. You were frustrated, to say the least. But you pulled through. Thankfully one of the other members of Stray Kids—Chan, you suspected—came up with the voice memo idea. Jisung ended up sending you recordings of him just talking about nothing at all, and you’d play every new one when you woke up or when you had time.

“Hello little one, it’s your daddy. I really can’t wait to see you, so please hurry out, okay?”

You laughed, rubbing your palm over your stomach. “Don’t listen to him. Please take your time…”

“Mommy and I are ready to take such good care of you—oh, and all of your crazy uncles, of course—”

“You’re the only crazy one of us, Sungie!”

“Ah, don’t listen to him, baby. Like I said, they’re crazy.”

You smiled fondly down at your phone as you continued to listen to the boys all bicker back and forth. They really were still kids.

“Ah, shi—daddy’s got to go! Take care of mommy for me and don’t cause her too much trouble while I’m gone! Bye, my loves, I’ll see you both soon.”

And you never told Jisung, but you’d play their music out loud as you did little domestic things around the apartment. Usually, you played their upbeat music when you were doing chores; songs like Gone Days, Awkward Silence and Get Cool. But on nights you missed Jisung, you played their pretty songs. Neverending Story and Mixtape: On Track, were the baby’s favorites, you found. You swore you felt the baby kick every time, and soon came to the conclusion that Jisung was right and the baby did know daddy’s voice.

The little guy seemed to like Seungmin’s parts too—and that was also a detail you wouldn’t mention to Jisung.

At four months pregnant, you began to really crave some strange things; from peanut butter in every form, to literally slicing and eating lemons like they were oranges. Jisung put up with all of it and proved to be the perfect father and boyfriend by following every craving with you and giving up everything you couldn’t eat. You’d heard stories about husbands promising to give up alcohol and deli meats for their wives but quickly copping out after the first week—not Jisung. He stuck with you and kept going no matter how hard it was to eat a lemon with breakfast every morning. He was a determined father, and it brought you to tears one night when Stray Kids were going out to celebrate their comeback with drinks, but Jisung declined to tend to you for the night.

“Baby, wha—why are you crying, sweetheart?”

You held your face in your hands as you shook your head, doing the best you could to direct the conversation away from you. He was doing so much for you and just giving you everything you could want, but you couldn’t even listen to him for three minutes without your body giving you some sort of hell.

“I’m okay, Sungie. Just the hormones.” You sniffed, wiping at all the tears that fell down your cheeks in an attempt to stop them, but to no avail.

Jisung hummed, scooting a little closer to you on the couch. You were wearing one of his sweatshirts, which had been turning into a more common occurrence as you got more round, but he loved it. There would be no complaints on his end. It just made you look so much more soft and fluffy to him—that and the fact that you were carrying his child inside of your tummy. He was really loving the whole father thing more and more as time passed.

“Okay, baby. Come here then.” He cooed softly, pulling you into him and wrapping a blanket around the both of you. “Take a nap, for now, let it pass.”

He was really so good.

“I love you.”

He smiled, placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Five months pregnant, you didn’t expect to be so horny. You were less queasy, and according to your doctor, “there was an increased amount of blood flow to your genitals.” She had said it was normal to have sex during your second trimester of pregnancy, but no matter how much you tried to convince Jisung to just fuck you he was too convinced that he’d hurt the baby somehow. And your pregnant mind decided to play a fun little game on you called, Let’s Make Y/n Insecure. So as Jisung was at the studio, you watched some sad movies and cried. Of course, it was a common activity you took part in when Jisung was gone, but it was a little different due to your newfound self deprecating thoughts. You were getting bigger and it did not make you feel sexy in any shape or form, and Jisung—someone that was so much of a horndog before your pregnancy that he would jump at the opportunity to get his dick wet at any given point in time—didn’t even want to have sex with you when you asked? It led you to believe that he didn’t think you were pretty anymore. And you ended up asking yourself, what if he was going to other girls at the company to meet his needs? Deep down, you knew he would never do such a thing to you, but you were still young and supposed to be in your prime, and your boyfriend didn’t want you. It freaked you out.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Jisung called from the front door, but you didn’t answer, instead, you just shoveled some more ice cream into your mouth as you watched the scene on t.v play out. Jisung frowned, placing the takeout he brought with him on the table. “Baby? You awake?”

His eyes met your form when he walked into your shared bedroom, confusion lacing his gaze. But you didn’t acknowledge him, even when he moved to sit next to you, you just continued to glare at the t.v.

“Baby, look at me,” he said, delicately cupping your cheek, but you jerked your head away. “What did I do wrong, Y/n?”

You sighed, turning to him frustratedly. “Why don’t you want to have sex with me, Jisung? Is it because of my belly? Am I not sexy anymore? Do you want to fuck other girls instead?” You threw questions at him as he stared at you with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. When he remained silent, you turned back to the movie on the screen with glassy eyes, god damn your emotions.

He panicked. “No! No, no, of course not, sweetheart!” He quickly moved to tug you into his arms, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re the only one I want, and the only one I’ll ever want. Sex right now is just…”

“Gross? Weird?” You scoffed.

“Not something I thought we could do.” He confessed with a red face. “Believe it or not I’ve never gotten a girl pregnant before, and I don’t really know what precautions we need to take. The last thing I want to do is hurt either of you.”

You melted into his touch, your feeling of insecurity disappearing. “Sungie, you won’t hurt me or the baby. The doctor had specifically told me that sex was fine, she said it was normal at this point of pregnancy.”

You had to hold back a laugh as his eyes lit up immediately. “Really? It won’t hurt our baby?”

“No, Sungie.” You smiled with a giggle, kissing his lips. “Our baby will be fine.”

Suddenly, Jisung was hoisting you onto his lap with a surprising amount of strength. You could feel just how eager he was through his pants, and it brought you back to the days when you and Jisung were in such a position nearly every day. It was exciting. He groaned low in his throat as you rolled your hips against his hardening member.

“Shit, how could you think that I didn’t want to fuck you, baby? All cute with my baby in your belly.” He sighed, running his hand up your small bump and stopping on your breasts. You moaned; high and whiny due to the sensitivity of your nipples. “And your gorgeous tits.”

“Ji, I missed your hands, baby.” You whined, rubbing your palms over his hard chest.

Jisung hummed, dipping his hands under your sweater to touch your warm skin. “Yeah? You like when I touch you like this, sweetheart?”

“So much.”

“Good,” he said, rutting up against you. “Now move those cute hips for me, baby.”

In your sixth month pregnant, Jisung finally brought you over to the dorm to see the boys—or more importantly, for the boys to see you. You really were glowing; Jisung had never seen someone so beautiful in his life. With your plump belly in all its glory, the boys were ecstatic to finally see you. Jisung had held it off originally because he was nervous of their opinion and didn’t want to put you in that position—of course, he knew they wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or your feelings, but there was always that one doubt that left him hesitant. Of course, he realized how ridiculous he had been the moment you walked through the dorm doors.

Changbin and Chan had immediately tugged you to the couch as carefully as possible—even going as far as offering to carry you. But you denied with a laugh, walking to the couch just fine on your own.

“But thank you, boys.” You had squeezed their hands with a smile and nearly sent them into cardiac arrest.

“Is she only cuter because she’s pregnant?” Minho had whispered. “Is that a thing?”

Jeongin made a noise of discomfort. “I think that’s weird of you to say, Hyung.”

Throughout the evening all of the boys had stepped up to care for you; Changbin had massaged your shoulders as Hyunjin and Felix dutifully moved around the dorm to collect every pillow and blanket in sight to make a little nest around you, and Seungmin and Jeongin conversed with you while Minho and Chan were busy in the kitchen making dinner. It was a bit of a mess, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Hyunjin cooed over your baby bump as you ran your hand over it. “So, Y/n, have you decided—”

There was a sudden kick under your palm, causing you to jump with a small surprised “oh” leaving your lips.

The boys surrounding you looked at your stomach with awe, Jisung laughing at their bewildered faces. “It’s like you guys have never seen a pregnant woman before.”

You smiled. “Do you want to feel?”

And there was suddenly seven pairs of hands groping your stomach. It certainly was entertaining to watch them argue over who felt the kick and who was “the baby’s favorite”. They might have all been a little off their rocker, but at least you had your village to help raise your baby.

At seven months you finally decided to come up with names. Jisung expressed several times that it was his favorite part, and he had been looking forward to it for weeks. Of course, the two of you had briefly talked about the gender and names but came to the conclusion that you wanted it to be a surprise and the name thing you’d just deal with later. Well, when you finally went to Jisung to talk about names, you concluded that Jisung’s father would go through the process of finalizing the name—to respect the tradition in their family—and the two of you would pick the name yourselves. Thankfully, Jisung’s parents had been very accepting of everything so far, his mother just excited to see her grandchild and his father proud of his son for stepping up to take care of you properly.

“What about Soo—something? Or Seo? Han Soo-hyuk? Han Soo-hyun? Or just Han Soo-hun?” Jisung rambled, looking at the ceiling as you cuddled into his side. It was late at night, and neither of you could sleep, so it seemed to be a good time to talk about mindless things. “What do you think, baby?”

You hummed. “I like Soo-hyun for a boy, it’s pretty.”

Jisung smiled as he ran his palm against your belly. “And for a girl? Any ideas?”

“Eun-jin is cute. I like Ye-sung too.”

“What about Ji-hyun?”

“Han Ji-hyun.” You smiled, stroking his cheek. “Yeah, I really like that one.”

On your eighth month of pregnancy, your food cravings shifted over to movie cravings. For some strange reason, you had the urge to watch every Disney and Pixar movie you could get your hands on. It was a flashback to childhood for sure, and you’d just spend days watching Disney princesses until Jisung got home and encouraged you to go for a walk with him for some exercise. Jisung himself was convinced it was all in your head and the baby fever was just hitting you extra hard, but he never once complained. He just sat back in bed with you and watched every movie that you put on.

“How about Beauty and the Beast?” You asked, scrolling through the countless amount of movies on the screen.

“Y/n, we literally watched that last week.” Whined Changbin from the foot of the bed, his legs kicking up behind him like a child. “I don’t want to sit through another session of you pointing at the screen and saying, omg that little cup looks just like Jeonginnie!—OW.”

He reeled back away from Hyunjin’s swinging arm. “You’re just upset that she called you Gaston’s tiny sidekick, knowing full well that you are.”

“At least I wasn’t compared to a gay-ass candlestick.”

You giggled as the boys bickered, all of them throwing comments about how their assigned characters were better than the others, even Jisung chimed in how “unfair” it was that Chan got to be the beast and he was stuck being compared to Gaston.

“Well, it’s pretty true, Sungie.” You cooed, stroking his cheek. “Chan’s way more of a prince type.”

Chan winked cheekily at his friend from his place on the floor.

“It doesn’t matter who’s who—” Seungmin started.

“—you can’t say shit, clock-boy—”

“—just pick another movie,” Seungmin said, raising his middle finger towards Changbin.

So you settled on the movie Inside Out, a cute Pixar film with lots of colorful characters that caught your eye. None of you had seen it, so it was an easy decision. But it still hadn’t stopped you from dubbing each boy as a respectable character every five minutes.

“Oh my god,” you gaped as the character that called himself Bing Bong. “Jisung, that is you.”

The room erupted into laughter at your words, Minho even going as far as falling off the end of the bed. Jisung looked at you with an open mouth, in utter shock.

“Him?! The fat pink elephant? You think I look like a fat pink elephant?”

“She’s right! You do look like that guy!” Seungmin snorted through his laugh, falling into Jeongin for support.

“He’s just goofy, baby. It reminds me of you.”

For the majority of the movie after that, Jisung pouted, his head resting against your chest. Your boyfriend really acted like a child at points, and his dynamic personality only made you love him more. So, every time he huffed, you just giggled and ran your fingers through his hair exactly how he liked. But strangely enough, he started to get too committed to the movie to pout, his eyes never leaving the screen as the scenes became more intense.

Especially when the so-called “fat pink elephant” sacrificed himself to save the main character from being forgotten forever. Unfortunately, you were already an emotional wreck, so it didn’t take much for you to break down, but as the sound of sniffles filled the room, you figured the rest of the boys were in the same boat. And the damn Bing Bong guy was like Jisung—the most loyal person you knew, positive even the hardest of times, and too selfless for his own good. The love of your life was more than just self-sacrificing; he’d give everything up for his family.

“Go save Riley!”

The room fell silent for only a second, everyone holding their breath as the inevitable played out. Jisung held you closer with glassy eyes, his cheek unknowingly pressing harder against your breasts. From the corner of your eye, you saw Hyunjin cling to Felix like Velcro, the two holding each other close as they watched the screen. And there was Seungmin and Changbin at the end of the bed, their legs tangled together and their intertwined hands discreetly tucked between them. Chan’s fingers were threaded in Jeongin’s hair as the younger leaned against their leader’s legs, and Minho smiled at the screen softly, his eyes holding something both sad and happy as he watched the movie. You smiled too, tears slowly covering your cheeks.

“Take her to the moon for me, okay?”

You pressed a small kiss to your boyfriend’s forehead as you felt him let out a brief sob against your chest.

For the first time of your pregnancy, you felt comfortable looking around at your crazy little family and thinking, “yeah, your baby was going to be just fine”.

To say that everyone was ready for you to go into labor early would’ve been a complete lie. Everyone was ready for you to go to the hospital on time, so Jisung obviously reacted with a little panic when you announced that your water broke and a rough pain settled in your side. He was quick to your side, his phone already pressed to his ear as he directed you to sit down—whatever fluid that got on the couch be damned. He called his parents, shouting that you were in labor and needed to go to the hospital, so they quickly responded and told him they’d be there in five minutes. So then he called Chan to spit out the news—and the speed that his words left his mouth could’ve competed with the pace of his raps—before hoping his friend had been able to decipher his words and hanging up. Of course, everything afterward went to plan—you were screaming in pain while Jisung held your hand in his while his parents drove you both to the hospital. But you did just as the doctors told you; you pushed and pushed, Jisung still gripped onto your hand, albeit you both looked pale as hell, but you were able to push one last time and see your baby—your baby girl.

“Congratulations mom and dad, it’s a beautiful little girl.”

She was carefully placed in your arms, and god you knew then and there that you would endure another nine months of torture for your daughter in a heartbeat. She was beautiful.

Jisung lifted his palm to caress the small head of your daughter, he had tears shining in his eyes as he looked at his two worlds in front of him. “Baby, look at her. She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

You smiled with heavy eyes. “Our little girl.” Despite all the energy having been zapped out of you and the killer cramps, you couldn’t look away. “She has your eyes, Sungie…”

Jisung felt a tear drop down his cheek as he laughed. “She sure does. And your lips, and Chan’s eyebrows, and Minho’s nose, and Jeongin’s little dimples, and Felix’s cheeks, thank god she doesn’t look like Changbin—oh wait.”

You laughed, resting your head against his. “Our little family.”

“Han Ji-hyun.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, feeling consciousness slowly slip away from you. “I really like that name, Sungie—”

Your eyes then slipped shut, and Jisung frowned, immediately holding your cheek in his hand. “Hey, sweetheart, what—?” But he was interrupted by a low groan that left your lips, your body twisting in a way that suddenly brought panic to the staff in the room. Slowly the heart-rate monitor’s beeping became incessant and rang louder in his ears as the nurses in the room called for a doctor, taking the newborn from your arms. Suddenly, the room was filled with a chaos that Jisung couldn’t keep up with.

“The patient just had a seizure, get her on a breathing tube immediately.”

“Get it down her throat—”

“Is it eclampsia or HELLP syndrome?”

“There’s no time to take the tests, doctor. Her liver has inflamed at a rapid pace.”

“Get magnesium sulfate in her IV now!”

“Baby?” Jisung whispered, tugging your hand into his as nurses attempted to usher him out of the room. “Baby, open your eyes and look at me, please—”

“Sir, we need you to—”

“Tell me what’s wrong with her!”

But they pushed on. “You need to leave the room, sir.”

You cried out as another convulsion wracked through your weak body, and Jisung felt his heart shatter at the sight. His hand reached out to grip your hand, feeling your shaky fingers intertwine with his as you released a whimper. You were looking paler and paler by the second, doctors and nurses rushing around doing things that Jisung could never even guess, but he didn’t care. You were the only thing he had his sights on.

“S-Sungie,” you choked like you were freezing, your lips quivering. “Our baby—where’s my baby? What happened to my baby?” You yelled, pushing violently against the hands of the doctors.

Jisung felt wetness on his cheeks. “Baby, she’s fine. Our baby’s fine, sweetheart.” He lifted your clammy hand to his lips. He was helpless as the nurses attempted to guide him away from you, all he could do was watch as you struggled and fought hysterically. “Come on, Y/n. Please come back to me, sweetheart…”

You shrieked in pain once again as you thrashed in a doctor's hold, nonsense about them taking your baby was spilling from your lips.

“Induce her!”

Jisung’s eyes widened as a nurse pushed past him, quickly injecting something into your IV. It physically hurt him to watch as you slowly fell limp against the hospital bed, your eyes lazily gazing at him.

“Y/n?” His voice was shaking, he knew. “Please baby—”

“Sungie.” You sighed, your fingers twitching in his grip and your head lolling to the side. “You saw her right?”

Jisung nodded, raising your hand to his face, moving your palm to cup his cheek. “She’s beautiful, sweetheart. Our baby is so beautiful.” He smiled.

Your eyelids dropped as you hummed. “Please, Sungie—” You had to peel your eyes back open, looking at the man you fell in love with, with a smile. He had been so good to you, even before you found out that you were carrying his baby. Maybe you were just kids, but you knew you loved him, and you knew he loved you. And there was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Your sweet little girl could become anything she wanted, and you wanted to watch that. Surely with a family like yours, she would thrive in a loving environment, and there would never be a moment where she would be unloved. With your boys there for her—with Jisung there for her, you knew she’d be just fine. You wanted to watch him grow with Stray Kids, while your child grew beside them. Maybe you still could. “Look at me.”

Jisung’s lip wobbled as he looked up from your interlocked fingers. Your hands were too cold.

So you inhaled deeply as unconsciousness slowly took over and waves of nausea pounded against your head. But you pushed through to look at Jisung—the man you knew would give your baby girl a life to be excited to live. “Take her to the moon for me, Sungie.”

Never once did Jisung think he’d be a dad so soon in life. With a pregnant girlfriend that played his songs for their baby to hear and stole his clothes on the daily. But after the initial shock of it all, he grew excited. He was going to start a family with a woman he’d loved, and no matter how much he thought about the consequences, he was the happiest man alive. Granted, he had to take some time to come around to the idea of being a dad at nineteen years old, but he too, grew to love both the woman bearing his child and the baby inside.

At three years old, Han Ji-hyun looked just like her mother. Precious in every way, shape, and form. Stray Kids looked after her like they were her own parents; uncles in the strangest forms. Chan wasn’t afraid to take her to his studio when it was his turn to watch her, because somehow she knew not to make a sound when he was working. Minho stepped in as Ji-hyun’s mother figure—making her meals, cleaning her up, and simply teaching her about the little things in life. Changbin was the most hesitant to find a role in the little girl’s life, but eventually, he became her favorite uncle in terms of how he showed his love. Hyunjin took her everywhere he could go, solely because he knew how much you liked to see places and found the similar trait in Ji-hyun. Felix was her best friend in the world and she was his, and he didn’t care about what anyone thought of their relationship. Seungmin taught her life lessons every child needed to learn, like how to use the bathroom on her own, how to write her name, how to ride a bike, and countless other things. Jeongin—surprisingly enough—acted as her protector; nothing was going to harm Ji-hyun while Jeongin was alive and he swore to that the day she was born. But they’d all give anything for their precious girl.

Just how you did.

Jisung was her father—and an amazing one at that. Ji-hyun was a daddy’s girl from the very beginning, never once wanting to leave his side. He wanted to do exactly what you wished for, because he wasn’t one to hold grudges or muddle over things for too long, and as your last wish of him, there was no way he’d deny the love of his life anything. Ji-hyun was his whole world. And it didn’t hurt to see you every time he looked at her. Jisung was happy to have a part of you with him, and he knew that you would’ve never wanted it any other way. You were so strong, it baffled him. Ji-hyun was just the same.

“Daddy, can you put on mommy’s movie?”

Jisung was caught off-guard when he looked up from his laptop to see his three year old still up and not in bed. It was way past her bedtime and he knew she’d be tired in the morning, but the way she looked at him made him weak. He sighed. “Get in bed.”

Ji-hyun giggled as she climbed onto Jisung’s large bed, nearly being swallowed by all the blankets. Jisung smiled at her excitement, peeling off his jacket and shoes before taking a seat next to her. Immediately, she crawled into his arms, her head resting on his chest.

By the age of three, Ji-hyun knew all the words to Inside Out by heart. It was a movie she associated with her mother and went to it for comfort at times. So did Jisung, if he was being honest.

She pointed at the screen. “There’s mommy.”

Jisung smiled as his daughter pointed towards the blue-haired character—Joy. And he couldn’t help but agree. “There’s mommy.”

Absentmindedly, Jisung toyed with the engagement ring that sat, snug around his ring finger. It was a beautiful ring, one that confused most people that saw it. The ring was in fact, yours. You just never got the chance to see it, since he had kept in his pocket for nine months too long—never able to ask.

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Back For Her | HJS

genre: angst, slight fluff, dad!jisung

members: han jisung x reader, brother!yang jeongin, bang chan, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, kim seungmin, lee minho

warnings: mafia!skz, gun use, swearing, pregnant!reader

15th March [19:32]

“jisung, i’m serious,” you sighed.

“and so am i,” jisung said, “look, i’m sorry.”

“you told me you’d be home!”

“y/n, this is big. you have to understand where i’m coming from, huh? the government. our government, is actually a bunch of crooks,” jisung spat, disgusted at the memory of jungle city mafia running the government, “you can’t even imagine how much danger the entire country– no, the entire world will be in if we don’t do this.”

“but, what about jiwoong?” you said, tears filling your eyes.

“he’ll be in danger, y/n, we all will if i don’t go and do this,” jisung whispered, crouching in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“why do you have to go?” you asked, letting the tears fall from your eyes.

“i’m front line assassin, you know that,” jisung sighed, “why is this so different to anything else i’ve done?! jiwoong’s almost four now! he knows i go away on business for a while!”

“jisung,” you said, taking a shaky breath as you took jisung’s hand and laid it on your stomach, “i’m pregnant. your second child is inside of me and i don’t know what to do if you and my brother both go to destroy the government!”

jisung let out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding, “serious?”

you sighed, reaching into your bedside table and pulling out the pregnancy tests you’d taken only two days prior, “serious.”

jisung’s eyes filled with tears as he pulled you into a hug, “i’ll be safe.”

“you’re still going?!”

“i have to!” jisung yelled, before sighing into your shoulder, “how far along are you?”

“2 and a half months. 10 weeks,” you sighed, sitting back on the bed, placing your head in your hands, your elbows resting on your knees, “i went to the doctor a couple days ago.”

“no, daddy!” jiwoong yelled, running in the room, “mummy’s sad now!”

“i’m sorry, woong,” jisung pouted, taking his son into his arms, “i’m sorry. everything’s fine, okay? me and mummy are just thinking about something.”

“are you going away?” jiwoong asked, pulling away so he could look at his dad.

jisung sighed, looking up at you.

“yeah,” you nodded, wiping your tears away and joining them on the floor, “daddy’s going to be going away for a while. he has something very important to do.”

jisung nodded, “so you’ve got to take care of mummy, and your new baby sibling, okay?”

“baby sibling?!” jiwoong exclaimed.

jiwoong nodded excitedly, “i want a brother!”

“hmm, we’ll have to see,” you chuckled, “come on. why are you out of bed, huh? let’s put you back where you belong.”

jiwoong laughed as you carried him out the room, his body flailing around in your arms.

jisung stood up and followed the two of you to his nursery, standing in the doorway and watching as you read your son a bedtime story.

he was gonna go. that was for sure. he had to. for you, jiwoong and baby junior.

28th March [15:02]

“just please promise me you’ll be safe,” you said, holding jisung close, one hand on the back of his head, one of the small of his back.

he took a deep breath, his arms wrapped around your waist, “i promise. i’ll come home and i’ll be the best father for these two, okay?��

you nodded, finally pulling away and holding jisung’s face for a second, giving him another kiss before finally letting go.

“he’ll be fine, y/n,” jeongin said, “we’ll all be.”

“i know you will,” you sighed, pulling him into a hug, “i just get slightly worried knowing my twin brother, my husband and all their friends are a mafia group.”

jeongin laughed, “you make it sound like we’re a regular mafia group.”

you rolled your eyes, pushing him away with a laugh just in time to see jiwoong handing his dad a small toy frog he owned, and quite frankly, treasured.

jisung swallowed a lump in his throat, looking at the plastic frog, “are you sure, bud? i might be gone for a while.”

jiwoong nodded, “uncle chan told me that it’s magic! and you need luck. magic luck.”

jisung smiled, pulling his son into one last hug, “thank you, woong. i’ll return him safely, okay?”

jiwoong nodded, watching his dad stand up and smile at you one last time.

“we ready?” chan asked, “bye jiwoong!”

jiwoong ran over to you, clinging onto your leg as he waved goodbye to his dad and seven uncles.

“you alright, jiwoong-ah?” you asked, crouching down to look your son in the eye as he nodded, “you were very grown up for giving daddy your frog.”

“he needs it,” jiwoong nodded wisely, “can we play outside now?”

you chuckled, “of course, come on.”

30th March [18:22]

“isn’t this a bit obvious, chan?” changbin inquired, looking down at the city out the window that took up the entire wall of the bedroom.

“nope, cause they have no idea who we are,” chan sighed, laying out various styles of clothes on the bed, as well as hair dye and scissors.

“oh god,” jisung said, shaking his head.

“desperate times, desperate measures,” chan shrugged.

“yes! now it feels like i’m an undercover spy!” felix exclaimed.

“you’re in the mafia,” minho said, an undoubtably judging tone in his voice.

“i bagsy red,” jeongin said, grabbing the dye before anyone could stop him.

“is brown different enough?” jisung asked, grabbing the ends of his black hair.

“it doesn’t matter, as long as we all slightly change, it’ll throw them off,” chan said, grabbing the bleach, “they’re not very smart.”

“you have a razor?” changbin asked, shrugging, “always wanted an undercut.”

chan chuckled, “crazy bastard. in there.”

“oh god, please don’t do it yourself,” hyunjin sighed, following after changbin into the room where chan just pointed.

jisung sighed, sitting down on the bed nearest the window as the rest of the boys dispersed out, apart from jeongin and chan.

“how do you think red’ll look?” jeongin asked, looking at his brother-in-law.

jisung chuckled, “it’ll be fine. it’s only temporary anyway.”

jeongin squinted his eyes to the box, “hmm, don’t know about that.”

jisung laughed half-heartedly, shoving his hands in his pockets and smiling as he felt jiwoong’s frog.

“you alright?” jeongin asked, looking at jisung with innocent eyes.

“he has a family! he’s soft now!” hyunjin exclaimed.

“fuck off, hwang!” jisung exclaimed, “truthfully...”

“what?” chan asked, peering up at jisung, “if y/n didn’t want you to come, don’t feel guilty.”

“but i do!” jisung exclaimed, “fuck it. she’s pregnant. again. but i just– shit! i’m just so fucking worried that something’s gonna go wrong and i– i’m never gonna even see my second child.”

jeongin’s eyes widened, “she’s pregnant?!”

jisung nodded, “she told me a couple days before we left. jiwoong knows as well, so i told him to take care of them, but... shit.”

“it’s okay, sung,” chan said, “we’ll destroy these bastards and we’ll be home in time for some of y/n’s pregnancy and for sure, the birth of your second child. i promise.”

jisung nodded, “thank you, chan.”

7th April [08:33]

“we go in, we get buddy-buddy. do not try and get any information, just try and get friends,” chan said, “we don’t want anyone suspecting us.”

the boys all nodded, chan giving them one final nod as they all entered the breakfast hall.

“mr. park? oh how great it is to finally be in your presence! nice to meet you, i’m jihoon,” jisung said, “kang jihoon?”

“of course! mr. kang, how are you doing?” park yidam greeted jisung, inviting him to pull up a chair next to him, “i’d say we have a lot of introducing to do.”

“too right we do,” jisung said with a friendly laugh, one hand on mr. park’s back, one holding jiwoong’s frog as tightly as he could.

“uncle chan told me that it’s magic! and you need luck. magic luck.”

jiwoong’s voice rang in his head.

god, please, please be magic luck. please.

28th April [16:38]

“we’ve been successful so far, but we need a moment, we need a time that we can really pounce on them, alright?” chan explained, “from talking to mr. moon, i’ve discovered that they’re having a grand press conference august 5th. that will be our time.”

the boys all nodded as jisung furrowed his eyebrows. august?

“10 weeks. i went to the doctor a couple days ago.”

“august?!” jisung exclaimed.

chan nodded, “august 5th. we’ll take them down and we’ll go back. home by august 7th.”

“chan, do you understand? by august 7th my wife’s gonna be eight months pregnant, taking care of a fucking four-year-old,” jisung spat, “i’m gonna miss my son’s fourth birthday, i’m gonna miss most of my wife’s pregnancy. this baby isn’t even gonna know who their dad is! do you know how much i’m missing right now?! i can’t stay here till august!”

“jisung, that’s the choice you made.”

jisung felt anger pierce his veins. chan was lovely, he really was. he was good at talking, he was nice to people, he was good with kids, but the one thing he wasn’t good at was making long lasting connections with people. not unless he’d seen you at your worst and raised you up to your best.

“i can’t be here right now,” jisung sighed, leaving the long meeting table and storming out the room.

“what do you want me to say, jisung?” chan asked, storming to the door.

“god, i don’t want you!” jisung yelled, “i just want my fucking family! that’s all i want! i want to kiss my wife and sing my son to sleep! i want to watch my baby grow! and i don’t care if all of you lonely dickwads think i’ve become soft! maybe i have! maybe you should try it!”

“jisung, just go,” chan sighed, “i’ll call when dinner’s ready.”

jisung turned away, feeling tears prick at his eyes as he stormed up the stairs. how he longed to hold you in his arms.

he wanted you.

he wanted jiwoong.

he wanted to sleep with you on one arm, jiwoong nestled in between the two of you, peacefully.

1st May [19:13]

“i’ve decided we can’t do this alone,” chan sighed, “seungmin, you keep researching and make sure the city jungle mafia have absolutely nothing to do with nct.”

“nct?” jisung asked, “are you sure?”

“this is what we need,” chan sighed, “we need as many men as possible and who else when you need numbers?”

changbin nodded thoughtfully, “i could call wooyoung if you wanted atz in on it too?”

chan smiled, “i like your thinking. guys, rest time now, sleep well so we can keep making connections tomorrow.”

“hey, chan?” jisung called, catching his leader’s arm as he went to walk out the room, “i– i made up my mind. i’ll stay till august. i mean, i know you think that was my only option but truthfull—”

“don’t be stupid, ji,” chan sighed, “i know that wasn’t your only option. i literally cannot even begin to imagine how hard it is on you right now. but, when we get back in august, you’ll have a baby that is basically here and your family will be safe. i can promise you that.”

jisung smiled, “thanks, hyung.”

“now go and rest, kang jihoon-ah,” chan chuckled.

21st May [09:12]

“daddy! daddy! dad—”

jiwoong stopped in his tracks, looking at the half empty bed in his parents’ room and sighing. he walked over, his bunny hanging from his hand as he pulled himself onto the bed.

“jiwoong, ah,” you smiled, waking up as you felt his cold hands and feet touch your back.

you rolled over, pulling him into your chest, “our jiwoong-ie is four! you’re so grown up! i remember when you were in my tummy like junior!”

jiwoong giggled slightly, but it ended in a sigh and you frowned.

“what’s wrong, baby? you can’t be sad on your birthday!” you exclaimed.

“i made a birthday wish,” jiwoong pouted, “b-but it didn’t come true.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “what was it woong? maybe we could make it come true.”

“i wished for daddy.”

you took a shaky breath, watching as jiwoong started to cry for his dad’s absence. you sighed, sitting up and pulling him into your lap.

“it’s okay, i know,” you cooed, “i know, jiwoong-ah. if i could wish for anything, i’d wish for daddy as well.”

jiwoong screamed and cried and cried, wrapping his thin arms around your neck and burying his head in your neck.

“daddy’s doing something really important, okay?” you sighed, “he’ll be home soon. i promise, he really will.”

19th June [23:00]

“mr. park! what a delight to see you here!” jisung exclaimed, already one glass of wine deep, but he knew that park yidam was a lot further.

“kang jihoon!” yidam exclaimed, “my friend, oh, it is great to see a familiar face.”

jisung chuckled, watching the filthy rich man as he filled his glass with whiskey.

“you’re having a glass?” mr. park offered.

“why not?” jisung laughed, the way posh men do when they’ve said something entirely not funny.

“let me tell you, i really mean it when i say i’m glad to see you,” mr. park said, lowering his voice, “i have a confession to make, but it’s also a proposal.”

“oh?” jisung said, raising his voice in interest as he brought the glass of whiskey to his lips, pretending to take a sip.

“the government, us,” mr. park said, laughing incredulously, “we’re no real politicians. we’re a mafia group.”

jisung’s acting skills were leading up to this moment, he dropped his mouth open, looking to mr. park with wide eyes and quickly chucking his drink under the table while mr. park threw his head back laughing.

“mr. park! i– i don’t– how can i say anything?”

“don’t worry, we have... morals. of sorts,” mr. park laughed, “we’re called jungle city, and we want you, and your friends, to join us. join us in the revolution.”

jisung sighed, trying desperately not to flinch as mr. park got closer and closer to his face with every word, his breath smelling like a mixture of various types of alcohol and cigars.

“what do you say, jihoon?” mr. park asked, sticking his hand out, “join us?”

jisung smiled, shaking mr. park’s hand, before turning to chan and winking.

26th July [12:36]

“jiwoong! lunch is ready!” you exclaimed.

“coming, mummy!” jiwoong exclaimed, skipping into the kitchen.

“ooh, very pretty choice of clothing,” you complemented, looking at his pale blue shirt and black jeans, “you eat, okay? i’ll go and clean your room.”

jiwoong giggled, “can i watch cartoons, mummy?”

you scrunched up your nose, sighing, “how can i ignore that beautiful face, hmm? go on then, use my phone.”

you heaved yourself off the chair, as jiwoong climbed onto one, walking into your son’s nursery where, just as you feared, clothes covered every square inch of the floor.

you sighed, placing a hand on your six-month-pregnant stomach. he really didn’t make it easy for you, did he?

you began to bend down, finding that it was not the best option as you could barely even reach your toes. lifting yourself back up, you went with simply sitting on the floor and picking up each item one-by-one, folding them up and placing them back in the drawers.

you could feel junior moving around inside of you, their little legs working hard to hit the outside world. as you leaned forward and picked up one of jisung’s old t-shirts, you sighed.

“fucking hell, han jisung,” you murmered, “i really didn’t think it was gonna be this long.”

as you blinked, a thought flashed through your head.

what if he wasn’t back in time for junior’s birth?

5th August [14:42]

“they’re coming,” jeongin said through his walkie-talkie, the voice ringing in the ear of each member of skz, atz and nct, “on a massive float, can’t miss them.”

“thanks for that, dickwad,” changbin said, rolling his eyes.

“seungmin, now,” chan instructed, seungmin walking just beside the float, hyunjin and jisung joining him.

as the seven boys followed after the float, chan nodded at them.

“felix, go to nct,” chan instructed, “when i say now, you get them to go, okay?”

jisung nudged changbin, “stay safe, okay? remember your ear plugs.”

changbin chuckled, shoving jisung, “softie.”

jisung smiled, handing changbin one of the bags in his hand, all three containing rifles, as he handed the other one to chan, nodding subtly.

chan smiled as the three boys got into place in the outskirts of the plaza.

“jisung, get mr. park. changbin, get mr. jang,” chan said, aiming his rifle exactly in the middle, “i’ve got mr. moon.”

“you’re dead on,” jeongin said, looking at the cctv screens, “ready?”

“as i’ll ever be,” jisung sighed.

“now!” chan exclaimed, the three boys shooting their desired men as the 29 boys ran at them from behind, some were carrying weapons, some had insane skills.

“chan, i– i don’t think it’s just the government,” jeongin said, a panicked voice, “the crowd. they’re not here for this.”

“felix, attack the crowd,” chan instructed, “we have to stop them.”

“do they have weapons?” changbin asked, “...jeongin! do they have weapons?!”

jeongin sighed, “i can’t see that well.”

“i’m going up,” changbin groaned, climbing onto the podium were the men of the government were just standing.

“attention!” he yelled, the seven other skz boys looking on with bated breath as nct and atz began attacking the threatening members of the crowd, “this was not our government. this was not any government. they weren’t politicians, they had no morals, no values. they were members of a mafia group who were going to take this country into ruin.”

the cameras were all pointed directly at changbin as he took a deep breath.

“you don’t need to know who we are, but you need to know that you were saved from something big,” changbin said, “today will go down in history. now bring mr. kim back to the office. fuck them! thank you!”

“dude, i have a four-year-old who could be watching right now,” jisung sighed.

“oop, sorry jiwoong,” changbin said, “and any other kids watching. don’t join the mafia!”

5th August [18:00]

“jiwoong! jiwoong!” you exclaimed, “daddy’s done! daddy’s coming home!”

jiwoong looked at you with his head tilted to the side as tears poured down your face.

“look! look! it’s uncle changbin!” you said, pointing to the tv as the news re-ran the press conference, “daddy’s safe! he’s coming home!”

jiwoong smiled, bursting out in giggled as he jumped up and down, both of you dancing in glee.

you stopped, laughing at your son as you placed a hand on your eight-month-pregnant stomach, grimacing slightly as you felt a surge of pain through your lower back and abdomen.

“oh god,” you breathed, “oh no.”

“mummy?” jiwoong asked.

“mummy’s alright, everything’s okay,” you smiled, “okay? let’s put you to bed, alright?”

jiwoong giggled, “but i’m too excited! i don’t want to go to bed!”

you felt a proper contraction kick in, gasping slightly at the pain, as jiwoong kept dancing.

“come on, please,” you said, your breathing heavy, “let’s go to bed, hmm? otherwise i’ll tell daddy that you were misbehaving for me.”

“i’m going!” he laughed, running up the stairs, leaving you to wallow in a pain for a moment, before the contraction passed.

“i’ll come and tuck you in,” you said, following slowly behind.

“mummy, are you in pain?” jiwoong asked.

“it’s very hard to have junior,” you nodded, “and junior’s causing me a bit of pain right now. just go to bed, yeah?”

you kissed your son’s head as he smiled, thinking of his dad finally coming home, happily snug in his blanket.

you sighed, walking back out and pulling his door to, jumping at the sound of your phone ringing.

“finally,” jisung panted down the phone, “it’s finally over, i can call you and i’m coming home baby.”

your eyes filled with tears at jisung’s voice, “but sungie. junior’s coming as well.”

“wh-what?!”

“i just– i just got a contraction,” you sighed, “i mean it didn’t last long and i’ll try to hold out but, shit, ji, what do i do?”

“i’ll be home. i promise. i will,” jisung sighed, “i love you. if your water breaks, go straight, okay?”

you nodded, taking a breath, “well done, ji. i’m proud of you.”

jisung smiled, “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

you sighed as jisung hung up the phone, both of you at either end of the country having a flashing thought.

“you’re staying in there whether you like it or not,” you said, rubbing your stomach.

what if he wasn’t back in time for junior’s birth?

“chan, is there any way of going quicker?” jisung asked.

chan rolled his eyes, “i know you miss them, ji, but i’m not putting us in danger after every—”

“bang chan, my wife is in labour and i would appreciate it if i could get home quickly.”

“oh my god,” jeongin gasped.

chan nodded, “ah. let’s go.”

8th August [20:10]

“jiwoong, come here please,” changbin said sternly, grabbing jiwoong’s arm and lifting him onto his lap, “just stay here, mister.”

“but i’m bored!” jiwoong whined.

“want me to tell you some stories?” minho asked.

jiwoong nodded excitedly as minho smiled.

“okay, so once, when we were all on a business trip, we had all our guns taken off us and were left with knives only. loads and loads of different types of knives—”

“guys!” jisung exclaimed, bursting out the hospital room, “she’s here.”

“she?” jiwoong said, “i have a sister?!”

jisung laughed, nodding as he crouched down, beconing for jiwoong to come closer, “you want to meet her?”

jiwoong nodded slowly, happily being lifted up by his dad.

“jeongin?” jisung called, “you wanna come?”

“r-really?” jeongin stuttered.

jisung smiled, “you’re family, you know.”

jeongin smiled, following his brother-in-law and nephew into the hospital room where you were laying half-asleep in the bed, an incubator laying beside you.

“why’s she in there?” jeongin asked, looking at the medical equipment.

“she’s a few weeks early,” you whispered, “it’s just to make her stronger.”

jisung lifted the lid, bringing her out and rocking her gently.

“she’s tiny,” jeongin gasped.

“junior!” jiwoong exclaimed.

“want to know her real name?” you asked.

“it’s not junior?” he pouted.

you laughed, shaking your head, “jaeun.”

“jaeun?” jiwoong repeated, “alright.”

“han jaeun,” jisung said, “our little magic star.”

there was silence for a moment before jisung looked to jiwoong and gasped, “oh! that reminds me.”

he handed your daughter to you, reaching in his pocket and keeping something clasped in his hands as he beckoned jiwoong over.

“here,” jisung whispered, unclasping his hands to reveal two plastic frogs, “this one joined me one day when i was out doing business. he said he made the magic luck even bigger!”

jiwoong’s eyes sparkled with wonder as he inspected the frogs.

“have them,” jisung smiled, “they’re yours.”

“both of them?” jiwoong asked.

jisung nodded, “go on. they helped me, and now they’ll help you.”

“thank you, daddy!” jiwoong exclaimed, hugging his dad.

jisung smiled, hanging on just a bit tighter, “god, i missed you.”

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