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The other safe-line

Summary: You need to make it as an single mom and since the first time your daughter meet Minho, it was like she fell in love and now she just wants to be with him all the time. So when Minho comes over, you realise that maybe he is something more than just a friend who “helps.”

Friends to lovers

( 10,5k words )

Includes - Comfort/small angst in the beginning, pregnancy, soft intimacy/reassuring, mentions of alcohol, drinking, sexual contact Finally!, smut, kissing, praising, fingering, Sexy sexy.

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It was ten pm.

It had been a while ago Minho and Kyuri had been sitting on the couch together watching his Marie Claire magazine cover.

You had been standing in middle of Minho’s bedroom far longer than what was normal. Your silky light dress still clinging to your skin like oil. Minho had told you to take a shower, to just wash off the remaining feelings of him and her sitting together on the couch and relax in his bedroom while he tucked Kyuri to sleep which she didn’t argue about.

Why would she?

The sound of steps outside the room was loud, the air conditioner loud in the dim lights.

Minho’s bedroom was perfectly him, the neat design, the perfect made bed, the sheets clean and in a colour of gray that reminded you of him in a pathetic adorable way. Small shelves sits nice in the corner of his room with decorations of everything. His debut photos, photographs, autographs, trophies and of course Leebit. The white rabbit with that signature smirk of his.

You could really tell it was his room and only his. Neat and clean, exactly him. You thought about his advice to shower, maybe it was good? To just wash off all the expectations, assumptions, the Minho thoughts.

The warm water would maybe make it feel better.

Your fingers slowly reached up to your shoulder to unwrap the small spaghetti straps that was formed as a bow sitting nicely on one of your shoulders.

The silky fabric straps falls down and so does the rest of the dress to your hips. Reaching forward to tug down the dress completely and suddenly you’re standing bare in his bedroom. It felt normal, like you were meant to stand in just your underwear here. The steps to the bathroom were steady, the marble floor cold under your feet.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you felt yourself gently tug your bra and panties off in a swift motion. And then you were standing naked in front of the mirror and you just hoped Minho wouldn’t walk in and see you.

Walking in the shower was nice and cool, closing the glass behind you. You put it on and stood under the warm spray for a while. The hot water hitting off your skin like flames, skimming down your body and suddenly everything felt a little more easier.

Still footsteps could be heard outside the whole room and Kyuris blabbering slowly eased out more and more.

It felt like hours you had stepped in the shower and the hoarse but still sweet voice of Minho could be heard in the bedroom. You only guessed he had came in minutes ago. You did one last scrub and breathing off the warm steam water before you turned off the shower and got out.

Towels were placed on the toilet lid, white fluffy towels that melted into the toilet without any contrast.

Reaching out you slowly took one and wrapped it around your body tightly.

Not a chance so it could slip.

Like it would slip if you didn’t push it plastered against your skin. Like Minho hadn’t seen you naked before. He had been with you when you gave birth for heaven’s sake.

And if you ever guessed you couldn’t think that Minho would care if your towel slipped and suddenly you stood bare in front of him.

You opened the door to the rest of room and your eyes immediately caught on the empty spot on the floor where your light yellow dress with dots on it had laid minutes ago. Slowly lifting your head back you saw your dress hanging neatly on the door. It was Minho, you were sure.

He always made things so it would be easier for you. So you didn’t have to worry about small things and could instead focus on bigger things like taking care of yourself and Kyuri.

It was like a I love you but in actions.

And those words were just meant to be said by you both.

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You turned around and saw Minho already sitting on the bed. Staring back at you like you’re everything. You tugged the towel tighter around your body when you locked eyes with him and he gave you smile.

Now it was you who felt like an idiot standing in the middle of his room instead of reaching out towards him.

“Was she giving you a hard time when you put her to sleep?” You said, your voice cracking at the end.

He slowly shifted on the bed, the sheets rustling around him. He ran a hand through his hair before he slowly pushed himself up from the bed and onto the floor.

“No, she’s out like a sleeping baby.” His voice as low as yours as he stood up.

“She is a baby.” You softly laughed out but were quick to quiet down when you saw his serious expression.

He made his way over to you, his bare face glowing, his black clad outfit making him look better than ever. Stopped in front of you and looked at with those eyes, he only had when he was serious, serious about anything or slightly irritated and you couldn’t tell which or why.

You knew he could be like this sometimes when he had experienced something he wasn’t prepared for.

Some part of you thought it was because of the elderly woman who accused you like that while the other part was involving yourself.

“You got the metaphor, that’s all that matters.”

He suddenly said, his voice was hoarse, clipped like he didn’t know what to say but still knew exactly what he saying in the same sentence. He hadn’t used that tone with you before, the same voice he spoke to the elderly woman.

You felt your body freeze for a second.

You didn’t dare to say anything that would make him more irritated. You only could think that it was a combination of the assumptions from the guests and yourself.

Suddenly you felt small standing in the bedroom. Like he was genuinely irritated, but at you, at everything. You saw him reaching down to the end of bed and he picked up a piece of clothes that laid on the sheets which looked instantly much like his own.

“Here” he said, still stern but eyes soft and glowing.

It was a plain sweatshirt of his, a green one with the words Tokyo Drift printed on the front, nice fabric inside and then some grey lose lose hot pants or shorts that you recognised as your owns. The ones he still had kept because it was the only ones that you could fit into when you were in the last months of the pregnancy. It was the same with the pregnancy test, you didn’t think he kept them. He held them out to you and you slowly took them, his warm hands against yours nice.

“Minho-“ you tried only to be cut off by him.

“Y/n” your name felt heavy on his tongue.

“For gods sake, please.. stop doubting yourself. She’s knows how much you love her.” He said, looking straight at you.

His voice still clipped and stretched. This was the moment you saw Minho snap at you in a silent way. He didn’t do loud assumptions, anger. He simply said the truth. You knew he was right, he was so right and it scared you.

Because you know how much Kyuri knows how much you love her.

You show it everyday.

You do.

But then how is he so good and knows what to say in every situation?

Why does he look at you like that?

Why does he look so lovable?

Why does he offer his clothes for you to wear when he knows that you’re gonna die the second you put them on because it reminds you off him in every good way?

Why?

“And I don’t say this because I feel sorry for you or pity, I do it because I’ll have always seen you as more than a friend.”

Yeah, as simple as that. It doesn’t need to be complicated.

“What?” You felt surprised by how well your voice was holding up.

“No, don’t lie to me like this.” It came out tenser than you thought.

“I thought you knew, I liked you for a long time, probably from the first time you told me you were pregnant.” His voice also fragile but still slightly irritated. You saw how he hard he tried to hide it.

“Minho...” You tried to make out, “..I” your voice cracking and on the edge of tears.

“Don’t think about it, just breathe.” He softly said, his voice still clipped but the sound coming out more softer and softer

You looked at him with small glistening eyes, taking a step forward and felt yourself slowly falling into his embrace once again.

Your forehead fell to his chest, sensing his fast heartbeat under his shirt. You inhaled his soft vanilla scent and just buried yourself into his soft shirt. You didn’t care that you were still wearing the towel because in this moment the towel couldn’t care less.

And Minho had seen you half naked some times and he couldn’t care more. His hand gently slipped up to cup your head, fingers running in smoothing motions in your hair while the other one tugged at his clothes that you were holding close to your chest between you.

“You really like me more than a friend?”

“I really like you, I thought that was clear by now.” He softly laughed out, more like a scoff.

“If this is a joke of yours I kill you because I like you too.” You whispered, the sound low against his chest.

He still heard you but chose not to address it because he knew how much courage it took you to say the words out loud. How many nights, days, hours.

But he knew it was real.

So real.

Because he had an intention of how much he meant to you like how much you meant to him.

“Since the first night you came over when Kyuri wouldn’t stop crying.” You laughed, the sound tear filled and fragile.

“I remember, I had to walk around in your apartment for 3 hours straight because she refused to be put down.” He said, his hand still working in smooth circles in your hair.

“And then you fell asleep in my lap after.” You said, your hands still holding his clothes.

“That was the best sleep of my life.”

It’s these moments that make life beautiful, these small moments that make it better, surviving.

That makes you all stay together. Even when it hurts. Because even if Minho was “just a friend” he surely weren’t for you. And for Kyuri he was definitely not. For her she was like the father she never got, the safe space, the person she could come to when she felt unsure or scared. She knew he would stay, at least for a long time.

And even if he isn’t by blood, he is still hers in her small eyes. He belongs to her and you don’t fight her.

She needs someone like him and he needs someone like her and you.

You clutched his clothes tightly to your chest. Like the clothes were already yours and he didn’t have a chance to get them back.

The warmth of his clothes and him making its way into your skin.

You slowly pulled away from his warmth, your head lifting from his chest to look at him. The soft look in his eyes.

You slowly turned around because you couldn’t bear to look at his glowing eyes. He looked vulnerable standing there, just like you.

The room felt too small for the both of right now but if both of you would have been full rested and not so fragile like now, the room would have felt big and it was.

It was big enough for a lot of people.

You walked to his wardrobe because you hadn’t a bag or packed a bag with clothes for either yourself or Kyuri because you wouldn’t have expected to stay overnight.

But you knew Minho kept a spot for your things in his wardrobe. It was both from before the pregnancy and after. Everything was in there, panties, bras, shirts, pants, hoodies, pregnancy clothes, all of it.

He was subtle like that, especially when it came to you.

Opened the cabinet where he kept clothes for you and pulled out a nice black pair of panties. The lace ones you had always wore before you got pregnant. The sound of the bed madras sinking down and sheets were being moved behind you.

Letting your brain know Minho had sat down on the bed that was some centimetres away from the wardrobe just right behind your silhouette to both make his presence known but also in attempt to make the room feel bigger again. His eyes were burning in the back of your head.

”I’m sorry I snapped at you before.”

His voice popped up, he was now the one who sounded scared, fragile. You knew he didn’t mean to sound so harsh before. But somewhere it tugged and maybe because he was right. Kyuri knows how much you love her and you don’t need to put so much pressure on yourself to function. Because she survives otherwise. And the part where he reached out his own clothes lingered in some other part of your brain, the soft one.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to.”

You bent down quickly to slip on the panties under the towel before you turned away from his sight. Letting the towel drop and now you really were bare before him but with your back turned to him, you slipped on his sweatshirt nicely. The fabric big on you but warm, the remaining smell of his still lingering on the shirt.

You patted down the shirt and the fabric sitting over your chest especially. You weren’t small but weren’t big either, you were in the middle and the pregnancy had shaken over your body. So of course your chest would take the punch.

It felt nice, to just be free and bra less in his clothes. And you weren’t exactly bouncing around, only if you looked close enough you could see that you were braless.

“No, but that doesn’t make it my right either way.” He said, looking at you when you turned back around.

You picked up the towel to hang it up in the bathroom before you quickly slipped back into the bedroom.

You looked at him and slowly made your way over to bed because you didn’t know how to respond. He was quick shifting and letting you take place, you climbed into the bed beside him. Minho was lying on his back with one arm propped behind his head, his eyes tracing your body when you climbed in beside him.

The warmth of him and his clothes nice, you laid down on the pillows and gently tugged the blanket up over you body and for a moment you simply laid there, staring at the wall like it would tell you something you didn’t know.

Then out of nowhere you just feel to your side, the warmth of his body close to your body. Minho slowly raised his arm from behind his head and he held it for you to come closer. You moved in the bed and slipped easily onto him, placing your head on his chest while he wrapped his arm around your back. Placing your hand around his waist, slowly slipping your hand inside his shirt and feeling his warm skin was nice.

“It’s just that I want you to fight for yourself for once.” Again, the sweet voice of his.

You let a sigh and felt the tension leaving your body, gently nuzzled your head closer to neck, inhaling his soft cologne.

“You’re so good at putting everyone first and taking care of others, of me, Kyuri but please please do the same for yourself.” He whispered, his breath warm against your hair.

Minho reached down to give your head a soft kiss before he slipped further down onto the bed and he also fell to his side so his face was close to yours, your noses touching. He simply wrapped his other arm around your waist, hand slipping under the sweatshirt of his you were wearing while the other stayed a little high up on your back. Your own arms wrapped around his waist, fingers moving around under his shirt.

“I don’t know how to stop.” You whispered out, eyes tracing his.

“Putting another people first instead of yourself?” He sounded pathetic saying it like that because he knew exactly what you couldn’t stop doing and he just spoke it out.

“Mm, I have done it ever since she was born”

“I’ll help you.” He whispered out, his breath warm against your hair.

“How?”

You felt him draw small circles onto your back, the sensitive feeling nice in the thick air. Like he didn’t really wanna talk about it right now when you were cuddling in his bed and nothing could disturb you.

Because he knew how to comfort you, he always did. He just didn’t want you to get more vulnerable than you already were because of the things that happened earlier on the day. He was nice like that, he knew how to take care of you.

“I’ll show you.”

And you simply just let him.

You nudged yourself closer to him, nuzzling your face into his neck, he was warm, hot. He looked calm like this, mushy, not having a care in the world. You tangled your legs together with his and the soft sigh of yours was the only things you could hear in the room, the breaths evened out and sleep tugged you in. Minho slowly shifted and pulled you even more into his arms, his arms slipped around your back completely and he gently put his head on top of yours and gave your forehead the softest kiss before he also let sleep tug him in.

Kyuri was still asleep on the couch the last time you checked on her before you cuddled back into Minho’s arms. She was cuddled up with too many blankets that was covering more than half of her body. And the cats were sound asleep around her, Doongie was laying beside, shielding her from everything. Dori laid down at her feet, the soft breath of him cute in the night. And Soonie who had been curious about her the other night was now asleep laying directly on her chest, his paws tucked under himself and his head laid in the crook of her neck while her arms were trying to be wrapped around his fluffy body but the tired state she was constantly in was making it hard for her to keep her arms around him and they just flopped out over the couch instead.

They looked cute like that, safe.

Like the cats protected her without a thought.

Because they had already accepted her into their small little world.

And for her that was more than enough.

Especially Soonie, he had taken the most protective mode over her.

He followed her everywhere she went and hissed at the people he thought was going to hurt her.

And you didn’t know why he had taken the most curiosity in her, maybe because he was the oldest and most sensitive in a special way?

But one thing you knew was that he reminded you of the person that you really really liked : Their human cat dad.

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Today was the day you were going on girl dinner date with your best friend. Suki.

She had called you a few days ago to suggest that you two should met up because it was ages you two met and you knew she right. You couldn’t either deny her when she insisted on something important like this.

Suki wouldn’t call herself “the perfect friend.”

That was a lie because she is, in her own way. The way she puts you first instead of herself but then also in the mean time, in secret, she puts herself before you either way.

She calls herself pretty normal. And she is.

She’s good at her work, a business woman of her own, bratty, she’s sharp and cold.

Ice cold.

So cold you thought you would die the first time you met her. You and Suki met in university. You were going the same program just different experiences.

She was the girl who always looked out for others but didn’t really know how to look out for herself. She was sweet, cute but harsh.

And you were the girl who did both, looked out for others like you did with yourself.

And the one time she met the father of Kyuri you thought you would have to drag her out and away from him to stop her from punching him. She hated him from the start, she stated and she really did hate him more than what Minho did but she hide that pretty well.

The words coming out from her mouth was cold, the tone held the tension she sets. And when he left, she was there for you just like Minho was.

She was there when the nights were horrible.

She stayed, like he did.

She also took care of Kyuri like she was hers and that action was much like Minho’s.

“I won’t fix you or your baby girl, but I’ll sit next to your mess and hold your hand anyway.”

Those were the last words she said to you before she moved out from Seoul because she got a better job offer in America. It was also the last time you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry yourself to sleep like that again.

For a few weeks it was quit after she left, the silence felt like she was dead. She wasn’t, it just felt like that.

Then the silence turned into something more easier.

So sitting here, in a small but nice cafe in the middle of Seoul waiting for your closest friend again felt beautiful.

The steam of your coffee filling the air and the soft hum of people, the door open and closing each time someone walked in. You felt yourself drift away in thoughts about Minho and Kyuri.

Wondering what they were doing.

If they were out right now or at home playing with the cats either way you knew she was happy and that was enough to feel content.

Taking yourself away from your mind, the cafe door open and a neat little figure stepped inside.

Your head sipped around and you saw her so you gave a little towards her to make her see you, she caught your eye and quickly walked over.

The moment she sat down, took off her jacket and put her bag down, everything narrowed.

She looked exactly like the university girl you remembered.

Pretty, unbothered, classy, stern but somehow younger than she was. She was 3 years older than you even though she looked 3 years younger.

“The traffic was crazy, I sometimes forget how lively the roads are here in Seoul.” She said, her eyes sparkling.

“Yeah, it can get pretty hard to get through.” You replied, your own eyes having the same glow.

It felt weird, but not in a bad way more in a I don’t know what to say way. Because you hadn’t met for years and now you’re suddenly sitting in a cafe in both of yours hometown.

She slowly looked at you, her eyes swept over your face. For a moment it felt she would get up and leave before her voice came out soft and small.

“Hi.”

It was easy, a little awkward but real.

“Hi” you mirrored.

“It’s gone years since we last saw each other, how have you been?”

It felt nice to hear her voice again. Just her asking a normal question instead of people doing assumptions of Kyuri.

“Umm.. I got it rolling, you know.”

You didn’t really now what to say, maybe talk about Kyuri or Minho? The way he’s smugly too good looking and takes care of Kyuri?

“Still having troubles with that father?”

You felt yourself freeze at her words, like you didn’t expect to hear that from her.

“No, he was out the picture quite quickly when you tried to knock him down.” You softly laughed out.

“Ha, yeah I remember that.” She slowly reached out her hand to lay it over yours. “I’m proud of you because he was an asshole.”

The real laugh came out from you before you could stop it and then it felt like you were seventeen again. She was easy to talk to and she didn’t fake hate on anyone. It felt good, sitting and just chatting your heart out about the real father which you never really allowed yourself to do before.

She released your hand and sat back down, took a hold of her cup of matcha and sipped it while her eyes were still fixed on yours.

“Speaking of him, where’s Kyuri?”

Suki had meet Kyuri multiple times, after all she was also one of the people who looked after you when Kyuri was born. And they gladly took liking towards each other but not in the way Kyuri took liking towards Minho.

Suki had also met Minho. The second time he came over to check on both of you, Suki also happened to be there. Both of them were quick to learn each other.

They needed to if they were going to help you.

And she had already told you she liked Minho more than the real father so in that perspective it was already settled.

At least for her.

She already knew you loved him the moment he figured you were pregnant and that he was determined to stay.

She didn’t tell you and maybe that was bad of her.

Because then you wouldn’t gone through all the mess about you and Minho being “friends.” But in the same breath then you both wouldn’t have grown and gotten stronger together today.

So in that case, you were grateful for her.

“She’s with Minho and his parents.” You simply said. The words just came out.

You saw the surprise that hit her. They her eyes hopped a pace and they way her eyes brows furrowed together.

“Minho, you mean the Minho?”

Still the surprise in her voice was everything.

“Yeah, him.”

You felt yourself turning hotter and hotter, the blush sinking its way higher to your cheeks.

“I guess he’s still as charming as he was back then?”

You nodded because yeah. She was right, so right you could have told her the truth in her face over and over again without her noticing. Because Minho was as charming, sweet and collected you never thought was possible.

Still the same sweet boy from your friends group that happened to be the person you could rely on anytime.

He was so good with Kyuri you thought he was just living in the moments of your life like you were having hallucinations.

She snapped you out of your daze when her voice popped up while ordering a wine bottle over for the two of you.

“You still drink, right?”

“I do.”

She gently ushered for the waiter to come over and ordered an bottle of wine for you, pouring some of red wine carefully into your glasses.

“Did you ever take a break when she was born?” She asked, low and steady.

“I actually took a break when Kyuri was born but when it became harder again I sadly picked it up.”

You didn’t drink yourself to your limit, neither before Kyuri or after she was born, just an healthy amount when needed.

“It’s the effort that counts besides I know the feeling, I have tried to stop but it’s impossible.”

Both of you weren’t addicted or addicts. You were just two woman old enough to drink and have normal amounts glasses of wine before it slipped further down. And after all you were enjoying your time together.

She poured some more wine into your glass before she did the same with her own.

You picked up the glass and took a sip, the cold red liquid filled your throat too easy. It was a long time since you had any alcohol.

“How’s it going between you?” She sipped her own drink.

Setting down the glass, slowly tracing the rim of the polished glass you answered her.

“It’s better than I imagined, he’s really good with her.”

It was the truth. Because he was scary good with her. And Kyuri didn’t need anything more than Minho to be present and to be with her to be happy. And for you it was all you could ever ask for even if deep down you were still scared.

But the lingering of what happened in the bedroom when he carefully snapped at you was clawing. So you told her. Told her what he said, what you said.

“Apart from that, it seems like it’s going really good.” Her mouth forming a smile that reached her eyes. “You know, I always thought he was fit for you which leaves me wondering have you had it yet?”

You nearly choked on your wine when you heard the words.

“What?! no, no” Coughing and huffing before you calmed yourself down and looked at her, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Come y/n, what are you now, you’re 25 and he’s 27. She said, smirk plastered on her lips. ”It’s time to have some fun.”

“We’re just taking it slow.” You said, suddenly the wine felt heavy in your hand.

And on some part you were right. You and Minho were taking it slow.

For yourself.

For him.

For Kyuri.

But you both were also having a hard time keeping your hands from each other.

“I can see right through you when you lie, If this is about the whole not biological father thing, it doesn’t matter for Kyuri, okay.”

Her voice sweet again but the undertone laid the cold, stern business woman.

“Well yeah it does matter but not in the big way that your brain thinks.”

Her eyes locking onto you while you just took a big sip of your wine to keep your feelings down.

“Besides I know Kyuri loves Minho not because he’s not her father but because she sees him like her real father and that’s all that matters.”

It hits right in the chest, right? Where it hurts most.

It’s a different thing caring about something you know isn’t true and seeing something you can atleast be comfortable in.

Kyuri doesn’t care about the fact that Minho’s not her father. She doesn’t.

She sees him like her father.

That’s a difference.

And maybe it’s you who thinks that Kyuri is bothered by Minho not being her real father when maybe all along it has been you.

It has been you who have been scared, worried, denied for yourself about the feeling that you want Minho to be her father.

It’s you, not her.

“Maybe I been lying to myself all along.”

A clarification straight up your face by your best friend you haven’t seen for years.

You gripped the glass so tightly it could crack, it didn’t. The tears you didn’t know came from where, burned in your eyes.

You down the rest of your wine, before you leaned over and took the bottle to fill the glass up again and then proceeded to down it like before.

The third you poured the wine, fingers gently wrapped around the bottle and yolk the glass wine away from your grip.

You didn’t fight her.

“Okay, sweetie that’s enough wine.” Her voice soft and concerned.

She quickly rose from her spot, walked over to you and gently grabbed your phone, jacket before she took your hand. Making you also rise from your seat and then she tightly held you close to her while she escorted you out from the cafe.

“You love him, don’t you?” She whispered when you had stepped outside, making your way over towards her car.

“How can I not?” you said, your voice cracking, the tears falling not caring about destroying your makeup.

“Come on let’s get you home”

She simply said when she put you in the passenger seat of her car while she walked around the car and slipped into driver mode.

You simply sat there. Wondering how the girl dinner date turned into you crying over Minho. Maybe it was the way she mentioned him so sweet or your little baby girl being mentioned in the same sentence as him?

“Tell me about him.” She said, her hand giving yours a gentle squeeze.

So you did, you told her everything about him.

How good he is, how handsome he is.

How annoying he is.

How irritated he can get when someone goes over the line about you or Kyuri.

How annoyingly amazing he is with Kyuri.

Everything, you poured your heart out while she drove you home towards the man you have loved all your life.

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You pulled up to Minho’s parent’s house, the sound of the engine dying in the night air.

The car door opened and Suki helped you out and you walked together up the stairs to the door before she pressed the door bell. Inside you could hear some shuffling, slippers padding against the floor and sleepy child chatter.

Then-

The door opened and there stood Minho, new soft clothes on. Black sweatpants, a black zip up hoodie and a tank top visible under it which had some remaining stains of mashed potatoes from when Kyuri had eaten her lunch.

Where Minho had texted you it was chaos because she had insisted on eating on the couch and not at the table which resulted in a potato covered couch and a Minho whose energy was drained because he said he hadn’t had enough cups of coffee for breakfast to make his brain functional to take care of a 2 year child. Plus he also told you he was going to stop drinking or at least go down on the amount of cups.

He still managed to look at home like that, barefaced, honey skin and his black hair messy with a sleepy Kyuri sitting on his hip. Kyuri was clutching his shirt while her head sleepily rested on his shoulder, Minho slowly rocking her side to side.

You were still hanging onto Suki, your head tipped close to her shoulder, your tear stained face visible to him. Her arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to herself.

Her eyes drifted from Minho to Kyuri on his hip and then back to him to see his eyes fixed on your emotional, drunk state.

“Hi, umm, she got a bit carried away..” she softy spoke when Minho stepped aside to let her through the door and inside.

Minho only looked at her, gently shifting Kyuri in his arms when he felt her waking up and her small warm breath became content in the crook of his neck.

“Mommy..?” She whispered slowly, her hand coming up to rub over her eyes.

“Yeah, mommy’s home.” He replied, his voice so soft it hurt. His hands wrapped around her small body more and more. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.” He whispered, gently sliding his hand to her hair, running through the small strands of brown hair while he moved her body so she was having her back facing towards you. Her head tucked into his neck.

Suki now saw what you told her. She really saw what you meant by saying he’s so good with her.

Because he was and it really showed.

In the way he cradled her body tightly to his so carefully. In the way he spoke to her like she was fragile.

She felt the smile coming up to her face before she could stop while holding your body close.

“I guess she couldn’t stop herself?” He softly said when they walked down the hall towards the living room.

“You could say that, when it really hits her it’s no going back.” She replied.

And she was right. When you opened up again, both about him and Kyuri. When she told you that Kyuri doesn’t care about the father thing when it all along has been you was an eye opener for you. You couldn’t stop yourself from speaking your mind.

And the way she said it was so something out of the blue.

But it was real.

And you know it.

They sat down on the couch, Minho was carefully laying Kyuri down in the corner of the couch, trying to be so quiet he could. Suki saw the way Kyuri made a breath of sadness, she turned to him automatically with a hitched sigh.

And in that moment Minho was quick to crouch down in front of her, gently grabbing a blanket to drag over her and then he reached for her bunny plushie and put it close to her chest.

“How’s America?” He whispered, low enough to not wake the sleeping child.

“It’s nice but it isn’t the same as here.”

Suki liked America, she did. It was like a new start for her but in the same moment she moved everything shifted and it wasn’t like before.

She saw Minho in the same way.

He knew what Kyuri wanted.

Then he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead before standing back up and made his way back to where you were slumped on the couch with Suki sitting close by.

Minho sat down beside you and like on instinct you pressed yourself close to him, your head tipped down against his shoulder and then quiet came.

You weren’t drunk enough to not know what you were doing. But you were also drunk enough to not stop yourself.

He lifted his arm and carefully put it around your shoulder to pull you closer to him like he did when Kyuri was looking through his Marie Claire cover.

Minho turned his head and saw Suki’s eyes on them, soft and vulnerable.

“Thank you for bringing her home.” His voice softened.

It was the first Suki had heard him again after all these years and she thought he sounded the same.

Still the sweet but serious boy who took care of her best friend in need. Still the same boy who cried to her when he thought you were hurting.

He was the same.

She was the same.

You were the same.

All of you were the same, just in older forms.

“Thank you for helping her survive.”

She saw how he froze at those words, how his arms pulled you just a little closer. His eyes swept over you before he locked them onto her.

“Especially after hearing her talk so vulnerable about you, it’s nice seeing her so safe here.”

Life’s can be nice sometimes, can’t it? To just have people around who understands. Who knows how to handle things without getting angry. To be safe without begging for it.

“She really talks when she drinks, huh?” He softly huffed out, the sound sounding more like a laugh he tried to hold on to not make you wake up from your state.

Suki only huffed out a laugh while she nodded her head before her eyes trailed over his siluette again.

“I heard that you had snapped at her.”

Minho stiffened.

“It wasn’t intentional.”

“I know, she knows that to.”

Suki sucked in a breath before she answered. Her eyes soft.

“Why?” She softly asked after a while.

“Because she doesn’t see her own value.”

Suki breaths caught. Minho didn’t mean to snap at you, not in the way he did. He just wanted you to feel what he felt and he wanted you to realise your own self-respect.

Nothing more.

“She’s always putting everyone else first, I’m just waiting at the moment she does the same with herself.”

Suki slowly reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“I know if you have patience, she will.”

His fingers were running through your hair smoothly. Fingertips warm against your scalp, his vanilla scent taking over the whole room.

“Yeah..”

For a moment the four of them sits there, the small sleeping child on the couch unbothered.

The silence felt nice in some way, Minho beside you, arms wrapped around your figure while Suki sat on the side of you, her body warmth just a nice presence.

“So Kyuri really still likes you.”

Her voice popped up after a while.

“Yeah, but I don’t really mind, I just want her to be happy.”

It was the same way she said. He just wants her to be happy.

Suki thought maybe she was right all along but she was also scared of what might come? Maybe that was why she didn’t say anything when she figured you already loved Minho before Kyuri was even born.

So with all the braveness that was in her body, she decided to say it.

So she did.

“Does it bother you that you’re not her father?”

The question was easy then why did it feel so heavy in his head? Maybe because he also secretly wished for the same thing as you?

You felt his fingers pause in your hair before he caught himself and continued.

“No.”

It was simple.

“Not in the beginning, but as the time went and Kyuri grew, it really caught up on me, you know?”

No, because how could Suki know, she wasn’t the one experiencing the not father-figure. But one thing she could do.

She could be there for Minho and say every smart thing on her mind. She knows Minho like you did.

She knows that he sometimes had a hard time with his feelings. She knows he hated people who were fake. She knows everything but she also knows that he love you.

And no one can take that away from him.

“I thought the feeling would go away, the way Kyuri looks at me like I’m her everythin-“

“She does, she’s does, Minho.” Suki cut him off. The cold business woman back in her prime.

“Both of them do, Kyuri sees you like her everything because you are and y/n.. god she..” she paused, voice dropping.

“She loves you, okay?”

Minho’s whole body dropped and he looked down at you asleep in his arms, your fingers clutching his shirt the same way Kyuri does.

She was right and he knows.

Because he loves you so much it scares him. And all this time he had only prayed you felt the same.

“So don’t let your thoughts take that away from you, take her away from you.”

With that, she stood up from the couch, gave him a smile that said everything. Glanced towards Kyuri and then back to you cuddled up in his arms. Minho’s eyes followed her all the way until her figure disappeared towards the hall and out the door and then it was just you three again.

Minho sat there with you in his arms, the small sleeping child tucked in the corner of the couch, completely unaware of the people hopelessly in love.

His breath shaky in the air, fingers still in your hair but stopped moving. He shifted slightly when he felt you stir beneath him.

You sighed softly as you sat up more the couch and lifted your head from his shoulder. The first thing you noticed was Kyuri laying on the side of the couch, then Minhos eyes carefully looking at you.

“How long was I out for?” You tried to whisper but the wine that laid behind was making it hard for you to keep quiet.

His arm that had been resting around your shoulders now slipped down to your waist, pulling you closer to him, his fingers tracing small circles into your shirt fabric.

“About 20 minutes, Suki just left.” He softly replied, a smile tugging at his lips.

You couldn’t wrap your head why he was all smiley and giggly right now, it was like he was the who was drunk. You only imagined it was because something Suki had said when you were asleep.

You slumped backwards, your head falling to the headrest with your hands coming up to run down your face to save yourself from the embarrassment.

“Did she tell you everything I told her at the dinner?”

Minho let out a small laugh that you couldn’t refuse to copy. The sound light in the room.

“She may have told me a lot more than I expected.” He laughed out, his smile reaching his eyes this time.

If you weren’t so out of your mind had you were right now, you would have kissed him by now. Taken him your arms and just kissed him with the vulnerability your body gives.

Because he looked so much in pain even though he tried to hide it and you just wanted to kiss it better. A small sigh and a turn of a body was heard in the room and both of your heads whipped around to Kyuri.

She was still lying where Minho had left her. Just turned around and her back facing away.

You both looked at her and something loosened.

Like it was okay, because it was.

She was exactly where she wanted to be. She was with her favourite person.

She with him.

She was with the cats.

She was with her mommy.

And you?

You were with Minho and that was enough.

You sucked in a breath before your voice came out shakier than you expected.

“Did she tell you the part where I told her I love you?” You said.

Still sitting beside him, your head lifted from the headrest and you looked at him, his eyes having that vulnerable glow yours had.

“She did.” He softly said.

You looked at him, he looked as scared as you did and something in you decided to be brave. And you weren’t completely drunk to not realise what you were doing or take responsibility for your actions.

Sitting beside each other and not for a long time having his hands on you was dangerous. Because in this moment, your brain just did and you followed.

So you took him.

Your fingers reached out and you gently grabbed his hoodie and just pulled him towards you.

Carefully placing your lips onto his, it exploded. Because you kissed him with a surety you didn’t know you had.

And he kissed you back like he was starving.

His lips were warm and shaky against yours, his arm slid to your waist and fully embraced your back while the other one came up to cup your cheek while you pushed yourself closer to him.

Then it was like something broke and you quickly pulled back, not actually knowing what for. Maybe because Kyuri was asleep on the other side of the couch and you didn’t want her to wake up and see something she wasn’t ready for.

“Hey, hey.” He softly said, his hand resting on your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking over your skin.

Your fingers were still clutching his shirt, the warmth of him close to burning in the air.

Like you were someone who wrote his name on a wall in a burning house and he saw the house turn into spoke but still saved his own name written by your fingers.

His hands stayed on you, his eyes having that vulnerability in them he only knows how to. You looked at him, eyes darting over his soft face while gently leaned forward and connected his forehead with yours.

“Min-“ your words cut off by him placing his lips on yours again to silence you.

“Jagi” he said, this time hoarse. “she’s safe, she’s in good hands, she’s exactly where she wants to be.” His eyes holding focus on yours.

Minho knew what he was saying. He knew how to get you to calm down.

He also knew how to make you believe him. And you did. You did believe for all you had this time. Minho grew with you and Kyuri in the silence the real father left behind.

“Just let yourself relax for once, you deserve it.” He whispered.

His forehead was warm against yours and it didn’t take you more than those words the left his mouth for you to give in. To just let yourself hear that you deserve it.

Just like Suki had said, you will put yourself first, just have patience and Minho did.

You locked eyes with him and gave him a slow nod and then his mouth was on yours again. This time more slow and steady, he captured your mouth with a small sigh of his, lips moving exactly how you think he would kiss. You kissed him back with the same softness, push and pull of your lips warm in the tension that wandered in the air. A small sigh left your mouth when his lips suddenly left your mouth to wander towards to your neck, gently kissing.

“You know that I really love you?”

He nuzzled his face closer to your neck, his lips gracing your skin, gently nibbling at the flesh.

Your hands that have been resting uselessly in your lap now slides up towards his shoulder and your fingers gently slides into his hair and his breath hitches against your neck.

“You made that clear the moment Kyuri was born.” You whispered between breathy words.

His lips left your neck to capture your lips again. Minho kisses you like he never done anything else in life. His hand gripping your waist while the other one still hold your cheek.

“Good then I’m not holding back.”

His voice is hoarse, slick with love.

Just when you feel that the kiss deepens and all the feelings started pouring out, he slowly pulled back with a shaky laugh. His forehead resting against yours. Then a small tear run down his cheek which you are quick to wipe away with your sleeve.

You have never seen him cry before.

He wasn’t the time to cry in front of people and especially not you. So when the tears finally spilled from him, something healed inside of you. That you’re both okay and you have been for a while.

“It was an understatement when I said I like you.” He said, his voice warm and shaky.

You smile through your own tears. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

It’s not perfect, it’s not practiced. It’s real, raw.

It’s him in all he’s glory and utterly in love.

And for you that the best side of him.

That’s all you need.

Him.

Your fingers twirl in his hair before you whispered out, a teary smile forming on your lips.

“I love you, Minho.”

And this time the words didn’t feel scary or too much. It felt right. Because even if you and Minho have had ups and downs, you still made it through together. And Kyuri is surviving on her own and is having all the support in the world.

His eyes were glassy and real. Yours was exactly the same. You leaned forward and gently grazed your nose with his before you captured his lips one more time. This time more certain, hungry, desperate.

His hands tightened around your waist and you pushed yourself closer to him. Lips dragging against his. You let out a low shriek that was muffled against his skin when you felt his hands gripping the undersides of your thighs and he carefully hoisted you up on his lap. “Bedroom.” He mumbled.

Then suddenly he lifted himself off the couch, his arms tight around you while you wrapped your legs around his waist, mouth leaving his, you gently nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling his soft scent.

He carefully walked around the couch, his eyes swept over Kyuri for a moment and to felt him hesitant for a second before he continued walking the hallway towards his bedroom.

“If she wakes up and walks in on us right now, you’re dead.” You laughed out in the crook of his neck while he opened the door to his bedroom.

The bedroom door clicks shut and then with a soft thud he gently laid you down on the bed.

It fell a silence over the room and then everything felt real again.

You were really in his bed again after years of you two just being “friends” and the sheets felt warmer than ever.

”Oh jagiya.”

”Then I’ll gladly be dead. But I’m sure, she already knows.” He said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He towered over you, his perfume filling the room too fast, his hands were still roaming around your waist. His fingers working their way up towards your shirt, grazing your collarbones. His fingers brushes against the skin, fingers moving lower and then he lifts the shirt.

The fabric slides over your head easy. Falls to the floor and then you’re suddenly bare again. His hands skim down your skin, down to your breasts, the bra he remembers too well. His thumb gently graces the underside of your swollen breasts, the fabric light.

“I didn’t know you still had it” he breathes.

You knew exactly what he meant. It was the bra you always wore when Kyuri was born because it was easiest bra for you to breastfeed her in. The stretched fabric nice against your skin.

Maybe you only put it on because you knew Minho couldn’t resist?

You only smiled at him because you didn’t know how to respond. Your own hands stayed at his shoulders, gripping his shirt tightly. His hands slipped up to your shoulders and his fingers hooked under the elastic, the straps slips off your shoulders and then he unclasps your bra like he already knew how.

The fabric falls and your nipples hit the cool air. Minho still looks at you like your everything.

“Is this what I been missing these years we were friends?” He whispers.

His hand works their way down towards your legs and then all in a sudden your pants are gone to and now you’re just in your underwear in front of him. Then his mouth is on you and you react instantly. His lips found your throat, tongue flipping out to taste the hollow of your skin. Your fingers curl uselessly in his hoodie when his lips drag down lower to your chest.

“I think about you all the time.” He says, his hands sliding higher.

He leans in and his mouth finds the curve of your neck and shoulder. The kiss is perfect, open-mouthed, his tongue tracing your throat. You shiver slightly and he feels it because his hand tightened in your waist. His mouth moves lower, lips dragging along your collar until his lips meet with your chest.

“Minho.”

He groans and slips lower. His mouth found the swell of your left breast, his lips kisses the shape of it. The wet, sucking sound fills the room. His tongue slow and neat, swirling their way around your nipple until you’re squirming under him. When his lips grazes over the sensitive peak one more time, you gasp and your fingers tighten in his shirt.

“That’s the beautiful sound of yours.” His voice is muffled against your skin. He slowly switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking, tracing the shape of it, your fingers move towards his hair, gently tugging at the strands when he takes a pleasant moan out of you.

“Let me hear you.”

It's probably him.

That thought breaks your body down.

You get pain in every joint, every nerve, every fiber when you think like that.

Because when did he get so good?

So so good?

His lips left your breasts and his head comes up again, his lips finding yours. It’s hot and messy, you pull him closer by tugging his hair, lips sloppy against each other. Your hands found his hoodie, fingers finding the zipper of it, you search his eyes and then you slip the fabric around his shoulder and off completely.

Leaving him in his tank top, which he looks dangerously hot in, the toned arms, his stupidity nice collarbones. He looked mesmerising, you traced your fingers down towards his stomach, grabbed the hem of his top and then pulled it over his head.

It comes off easy and your fingers found their place on his chest, his warm honey skin, toned and smooth was everything you didn’t know you needed.

You knew Minho always looked good but this good? Your breath hitched when you traced his tone stomach down to his abdomen.

“Surprised?” He mumbled against your neck.

In the same time his fingers found the base of your panties. Fingertips curling in the fabric, then he slips them off and now you’re really naked.

“Stop flexing” You breathed out, gently slapping at his chest, voice cutting out when you felt his fingers skim down to connect with your sensitive part.

Your fingers stopped moving and your arms slipped around his neck, tightened again. Resting his forehead against yours.

“I thought you liked it.” He smiled, his face so desperate it was making you more aroused than what you already were.

Then his two fingers found your sensitive spot, slipped inside and his thumb found your clit. Every movement makes you gasp and jerk, he’s watching you like you the most beautiful thing in the world. Your breath caught and your back arches off the bed into him.

Your hand twist in his hair, his forehead still pushed to yours was sexy warm in the sweaty air. His fingers pump in and out, thumb stroking lazily against your clit. The pace he seats is perfect, the pressure builds slowly, coiling low.

“That’s it, you’re perfect.” He’s hoarse, so fucking hoarse it’s making your climax harder.

His thumb circles your clit slowly, up and down before his fingers drag exactly where you want him the most and your first orgasm hit you like a wave.

“Min- fuck - Minho.”

“Mm, say it, say my name.” He groans, lips wet against your throat.

Your hands hang useless around his neck, face pushed to the side with his head dipped to your throat, his lips peppering innocent little kisses while you’re coming down from your high.

You shift lightly under him and he lift his head to look at you. His eyes swept over your face before he pressed his lips against yours, the quick, heat kiss of his. He was hungry and so were you, so much you forgot about the little girl in the living room.

You kissed back, your tongues colliding, his fingers slipped up to your waist and you feel yourself on his fingers that traces your ribs. You gently pulled back from his lips to let your hand wander down to his shorts, fingers gripping the hem until you take them off completely. The shorts slide down along with his boxers. Leaving him bare against you.

Oh yeah and one little detail.

He was big, normal big and you always knew Minho was big but sometimes it surprises you and you forget just how big he really is. His eyes flickered up to you before his hand cradled your jaw to make you look at him.

“I have a condom if you want.”

The way he said was so nice.

Because you knew he also thought about Kyuri, about the way she would react if she figured out she was getting a sibling.

And for some seconds that thought wasn’t so bad.

“No.” You whispered, your hips already searching for him.

“I want to feel you, all of you.”

Minho looks at you one time and you slowly nod and then he strokes him once, twice and then he settles between your thighs.

The weight of him pressing you into the madness and it feels like home. Like everything you both been waiting on, suddenly went your way. His hips slots to yours and then you feel him. Hot, pulsing, sticky against your folds.

He guides himself through you and his forehead falls to yours while you wrapped yourself around him and he slowly pushed in with carefulness.

“You know.” He breathes.

The stretch is dangerously amazing, you swear for a moment you literally lost your breath and forgot oxygen existed. Minho stays pressed to you before he moves, pulls back mostly all the way and then thrusts in so slowly you want to come right now. His head tipped to your neck and he groans against your shoulder, a small wet kiss lands there.

“I don’t think my mom” he grinds back out. Eyes locked onto yours. “would be so mad if we gave Kyuri a sibling one day after her birthday.”

“She would be trilled.” You breathed out, your breath fanning over his ear, gently nibbling at the flesh, moving your hips closer to his.

In this moment the thoughts about the small sleeping child out in the living is completely blank. In this moment you couldn’t care less about if she heard you. And the thought about giving Kyuri a sibling.

Minho sinks deeper, slowly, its burning until he’s all the way inside of you. For a moment he lets it sits there, his forehead plastered to yours, chest heavy and hair sweaty.

“Then we can also be sure it’s mine.”

There it is. The sentence that’s nagging him.

Haunted.

“No, not that.” You gasp out, fingers tangling in his dark hair.

Minho slowly moves at that, he slides out and then back, tactfully. His thrusts hitting your sweet spot with a carefulness that makes you gasp. His hips roll again, nudging your clit, all it takes to take out a more pleasant moan from you. He’s smug, always been.

“I fucking forbid you from saying that, okay?”

He just hums against you, smirk visible, his cock hitting that perfect spot, he builds a rhythm that’s impossible to break, slow and deep. It doesn’t feel like sex with him, it’s love, commitment, communication. All other than just sex.

Minho knows what you mean by that. He isn’t stupid. He knows that you know he thinks about the father. And that thought haunts him more than ever. But right now in this moment you just want him to relax. To not think about tomorrow or yesterday, you just want him to be in the present.

”Whatever you want, jagi.”

Your hands claw at his back, fingers dragging back and forth. Your moans turn into silent cries, ripping out from your throat.

The bed creaks under you, a steady counterpoint to the contrast of skin slapping against skin. He’s hitting that spot inside you with every thrust of his and you can feel your orgasm coming closer up. He gently slow down by choice, he knows exactly how to make you break, shutter. His thrust is magical.

“Come on, love, I feel how close you are.” He mumbled.

“Min-“

“Let your baby girl hear how good I make her mommy feel.”

His hips drags one last time before its hits. It came out as a broken moan, pulsing, your arms clinging to his body, face nuzzled against his.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant again.” He whispers, you choose not to address it.

And then after some minutes he comes to, a low sound in the back of his throat. You feel every spurt of his release, hot and pulsing. He stays pressed against you before he slides out. You feel him even when he pulls out, hot and sticky.

His body falls on top of yours, face buried in your neck. Whispering sweet nothings as his warm breath fanning your skin. Your fingers come up to gently run through his hair before he gently rolls off you to clean you up.

“You okay?” He murmured against your neck when he comes back, his lips kissing your skin one last time.

“More than okay.” You said, your voice low and hoarse.

Lying there, his blanket wrapped around your naked body felt like home. It felt you were meant to be here, meant to stay here. In his childhood bed, in his home with him and Kyuri.

And for once in your life you didn’t have to be worried about you not being loved or Kyuri not being love because she was so loved as she could get.

And you?

You don’t have to be worried about the father label because Minho already stole that the first time you met.

And you would never be unloved.

Not by him.

Not really.

Because you see, what you kind of love you have. Is the kind people bury because it refuses to die.

So right now, lying in the sheets, on his sheets, messy with sweat, sex and love it felt okay.

Perfect.

You both laid there for a while, tangled in each other. He was laying beside you, fingers tracing patterns on your skin when he slowly sat up, the warmth of his body leaving, his back was turned turned towards you.

His neat but broad back and shoulders big and thick in the warm air. You slowly reached out a finger to run down his toned back, a smile playing at your lips. Your fingers were tracing the shape of him, gently tapping the skin like water-drops.

“I love you.” You softly said, the words felt easy now, normal.

“I know you do.” He replied almost shyly.

He slowly whipped his head around, his eyes searching yours, glowing.

“I love you more.” He softly said.

You laughed out, the smile nice in your face. His whole body turned around and he slowly leaned down, his forehead falling to yours before he pressed a slow kiss to your lips which you returned. Your hand cradled his jaw, lips moving slowly against his.

His tongue swept your bottom lips before he slowly pulled back, gave your forehead a peck before he lifted himself off the bed. Sheets ruffled and then his slim, neat body was on the floor.

“I’m just gonna take a shower.” He said, his voice steady and warm, the blush betrayed him, his ears turning a shade of pink.

“Okay.” You softly said, the same pink shade forming on your cheeks, looking at his naked body. “I’ll miss you.”

“I be gone for one second, baby then we can cuddle for as long as you want.”

You slowly lifted the blanket higher up to cover around your naked body, hearing his voice. The sheets filled with his scent, you nuzzled into the fabric. Sweaty and loving, you gave him a smile before he disappeared into the bathroom.

And for once in your life, you didn’t feel like you needed to beg to be seen or loved.

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Authors note - Okay, soo.. we’re done with all the chapters for now.. you never know.

It was really nice and relaxing writing these even though I had hard time coming up with good ideas for this last chapter but I think it turned out quite good, I always found something that I want to change.. but yeah.

We’ll see if I come back with a bonus post for this serie or not, I’m thinking about it HOWEVER, what did you guys think about this serie?

I’m just really glad all chapters are out and we all can enjoy. :)

See you soon with some new works. <3

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