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A Break : Mingyu & Wonwoo

🌙 staring. Mingyu & Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. You and Mingyu live a perfect life. He’s an idol by day, and a doting husband by night, who showers your new baby with adoration. Life is easy- but when Mingyu starts paying more attention, he realizes why things are so easy: because it’s not just the two of you raising your baby, there’s a third person involved, and your baby has no concept of what differentiates a dad from a baby sitter.

cw/ tw. 3somes, dirty talk, oral (m/f receiving), deep throating, some body worship, spit roasting, unprotected sex, mentions of voyeuristic themes and public sex, man handling, size kink, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15.6k

🍭 aus. idol, husband/new father!Mingyu, baby sitter!svt, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. when your baby calls another man papa 👀

Prologue

The first scream of joy captures Mingyu’s attention, and the tall man turns his head to follow the sound.

The playground is alive with children enjoying the first fallen snow of the year, a sight that makes Mingyu’s heart warm in his chest and his grip on your hand tighten. A smile spreads across his face, and when you squeeze his fingers in return, he looks to you, pleased to see a similar look of wonder on your features.

He opens his mouth, body tingling with energy and anticipation- but before he can so much as broach the subject of having babies with you, another child is screaming- and the voice belongs to Hoshi, who barrels through the two of you, forcing your interlocked fingers apart as he attempts to escape from DK, who is holding a massive sheet of what looks like ice-

Mingyu sighs, putting the thought of babies onto the back burner of his mind while he watches the antics of his friends. You reattach to his side, gripping his bicep and sticking close to him this time- Hoshi won’t be able to barrel through the two of you now.

The snow has picked up by the time you and Mingyu reach the dorms, and cool air brings the smell of winter through the cracked open window next to Mingyu’s bed when he lays you down on his soft, white comforter.

“Mingyu-” You groan as your lover slots himself between your legs, one massive hand hiking your thigh up on his hip so he can fluidly grind down against you, his lips finding your neck and leaving sloppy kisses that make you giggle.

He hums, with no intention of stopping or verbally answering you, his mouth is much more pleasantly occupied.

“What if Wonwoo comes back?” You tangle your fingers in Mingyu’s pretty hair, pulling gently, prompting him to let up from kissing your neck so fervently- a sensation that Mingyu knows makes your willpower run out extremely fast.

“He’s at the gym.” Mingyu assures you, grinding his hips against you harder and smiling at the way your lips open to let a soft sound escape.

Since you and Mingyu started dating nearly a year ago, his roommate and best friend, Wonwoo, has been extremely conscientious of giving up the sacred space of his bedroom to allow Mingyu to have some alone time with you. And while Mingyu has told you multiple times that Wonwoo always texts ahead to make sure he’s not going to accidentally walk in on the two of you, you still get anxious- and Mingyu can’t blame you. He’s used to living in a dorm with a couple of guys around at any given time- you, however, are not.

“Don’t you want me to take care of you?” Mingyu teases, pressing sloppy, smiley kisses against your neck.

You sigh, pulling at his hair again, which finally prompts Mingyu to push himself off of you enough to meet your eyes.

“You seem different today.” You tell him.

“Different how?” Mingyu presses a soft kiss to your lips, grinning at the way you always assess him. He loves how much you care- how well you read him.

“Just- you seem more… eager?”

“Aren’t I always eager?” Mingyu grinds against you harder, and is pleased when a small gasp of pleasure escapes your lips.

“Yes, but I said more-”

“More it is.” Mingyu returns to kissing your neck, grabbing one of your hands in the process and interlocking your fingers, pressing you deeper into the bed with his massive body.

You laugh at his antics, relaxing into his kisses, and Mingyu couldn’t be any more in love with you than he is at this moment.

“Let’s make a baby.” Mingyu groans against your neck, squeezing your hand again, like he had at the park.

“Really?” You let out a small laugh.

“Really.” Mingyu sits up abruptly, grabbing the back of his shirt so he can tear it off his body.

“Okay.” You smile up at him softly, and Mingyu’s heart all but melts in his chest, a massive weight of anxiety thrown off his shoulders from one, little word.

His lips are on yours a moment later, and despite your best attempts, neither of you can stop smiling or giggling.

When Wonwoo comes home an hour later, he finds the two of you watching a disney movie with massive grins on your faces, cuddled up in Mingyu’s bed, your own little world, and it’s clear to Wonwoo, as it will become clear to the others in the coming days, that something has changed in your relationship with Mingyu.

Two months later, the change is made obvious when you and Mingyu announce not only your pregnancy, but your engagement, to the entire friend group.

It’s evident from the way you and Mingyu cling to each other, young lovers, so completely enamoured with each other- that there’s nothing anyone can say to change you and Mingyu’s mind about any of it- despite S.coups’s warnings about sasaengs and the difficulties of being a secretly married idol with a child.

It’s clear there will be difficulties, but it also becomes clear the moment your bump starts to show, that the entirety of seventeen is going to be there for you and Mingyu to help support your new little bundle of joy.

Seventeen is having a baby- and honestly? None of you could be happier.

Chapter 1

“You look exhausted, darling.” You coo, wrapping your body around Mingyu’s back as you hug him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder to see what he’s reading while sitting at the breakfast table and bobbing your baby on his knee.

Mingyu hums, never the type to complain about the exhaustion that comes with being a new father and an idol with a crazy schedule.

It’s a Saturday, and Mingyu cherishes his weekends off- his weekends with you and the baby where he can give you his complete attention- aside from being called in for a v live here, or a dance practice there-

“What should we do today?” You ask, pressing a kiss to Mingyu’s cheek before detaching yourself from him, heading over to get a kettle going for tea on the stove. “We could go to the forest.”

The forest has become one of your favourite locations for family outings, especially as the weather gets cooler. There are lesser walked paths in the forest, and people are few and far in between, making it a perfect place to let loose with your celebrity husband without fear of being seen. Plus, your baby, SaeByeok, adores leaves, she’s always making grabbies at them and forcing her papa to collect them to take home.

“I was actually thinking-” Mingyu stands, bringing the baby with him on his hip as he comes to join you by the sink, dipping down to press a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Maybe uncle Wonwoo would be free to baby sit and we could have some alone time. SaeByeok has a lot of energy today.”

“So we should just dump her on Wonwoo?” You laugh, turning to face your lover and your baby, who reaches for you.

Mingyu allows SaeByeok to climb into your arms, and he grins down at the two of you. “Uh huh.”

“You’re horrible.” You giggle.

“Come on-” Mingyu cups your face, “when was the last time we asked anyone to babysit?”

Now that you’re thinking about it, it has been a while-

“See?” Mingyu smiles. “I’ll call Wonwoo.”

“We really have to start getting your friends gifts to say thank you for all the help they’ve given us since the start of my pregnancy-”

“We already gave them a gift!” Mingyu insists, petting his daughter’s head, “what more could any of them ever ask for?”

You laugh, turning back to your tea while Mingyu pulls out his phone, taking a seat at the breakfast table. Wonwoo must answer on the first or second ring because, a moment later, Mingyu is explaining that the both of you need a rest day.

There’s a pause.

“I see. Well, if you just got there, don’t quit your schedule for us. I’m sure S.coups or Joshua are free- yeah- no, it’s fine, really. Have fun at the gym.”

You continue with your morning routine, making tea and dancing softly with your baby in your arms while Mingyu sorts out a sitter.

Luckily S.coups is free, and within thirty minutes, the leader of Seventeen is standing at your door with a massive smile on his face, a new stuffie for his favourite (and only) ‘niece’, and, alarmingly, Jeonghan in tow.

“I got you this little bear!” S.coups coos, securing your baby to his chest with one arm while he shows her the new small, blue, stuffed animal in his hand. It’s nametag says BESTIE BEAR in big capital letters.

SaeByeok is overjoyed at the gift, as she usually is when her uncles bring new toys.

Jeonghan, meanwhile, stays back, watching the exchange with a smile- and it makes you worried.

One month into having a new baby, you and Mingyu had been forced to rate all of his friends on their baby sitting abilities- and Jeonghan had, shockingly, come in dead last. It’s not that he’s bad with SaeByeok, he’s just somewhat reckless and exuberant.

In other words, he lacks the ability to conceptualize that SaeByeok is a baby. One time, you’d caught him watching a historical K drama, complete with sword killings, with your baby in his lap. He’d insisted she wouldn’t remember it, but Mingyu had freaked out- and Jeonghan’s solo babysitting gigs had since been cut short.

“You didn’t tell us Jeonghan would be coming too.” Mingyu says, voicing your concerns in a very direct manner that makes you latch onto his arm and stifle a giggle.

“Two uncles are better than one.” Jeonghan insists, reaching for your baby.

S.coups looks to you and Mingyu for the green light, which you give, before handing SaeByeok over to your oldest friend, who immediately lifts her up like she’s in the lion king and begins to spin-

“Three uncles are better than two.” Mingyu states. “I’m calling Joshua.”

“We’ll deal with Joshua.” Jeonghan assures you, relinquishing your child to S.coups, who had had enough of the Lion King act after all of two seconds. “You two just have some alone time, okay?”

You groan at Jeonghan’s insinuation, clinging to Mingyu’s arm tighter. It’s always hard to leave your baby in someone else’s hands- you’d thought it would get easier, but it hasn’t.

“If anything happens- call us.” Mingyu instructs, picking up the duffle bag full of SaeByeok’s things to hand to Jeonghan.

“We will.” Jeonghan assures the two of you, although his assurances never really do anything to soothe you or your partner’s nerves. Not when it comes to your baby.

When the door closes behind the two men and your baby, Mingyu lets out a sigh. “I’m worried.”

“S.coups is there. It will be fine.” You tell him, but the two of you move towards the windows regardless, eager to look out and make sure it’s still S.coups holding your baby when the two exit your apartment building.

You wait in silence until S.coups moves into view, and you watch him get your little bundle of joy all set up in the baby seat in the back of his car. What’s surprising is Jeonghan getting into the back seat too-

“I’m worried.” Mingyu repeats.

“You know- maybe him being in the backseat is a good sign?” You suggest. “It looked like he had her rattle in his hand-”

“Liar. You can’t see that far.” Mingyu grabs at your waist, forcing you in front of him so he can wrap himself around you, his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sure it will be fine.” You say again, although, at this point, you think you might be trying to convince yourself more than your husband, who will likely never be convinced.

Mingyu sighs.

“We’re finally alone though.” You grin, turning in his arms. “What should we do?”

“I have a few ideas.” Mingyu says, beaming down at you. His fingers come up to brush your cheek, and you nuzzle against him, enjoying the warmth of his palm when he cups your face.

You and Mingyu have a good sex life. You’re able to find time even between Mingyu’s schedule and taking care of SaeByeok- but whenever the two of you are alone- and i mean, completely alone, no SaeByeok in the other room like a little ticking time bomb of tantrums- well, you make the most of it.

Your husband’s thumb and forefinger find your chin, and he tilts your head up, lips meeting yours.

You melt into the kiss immediately, letting out a sigh of content as you wrap your arms around the back of Mingyu’s neck.

His hands move to your ass, and a moment later he’s lifting you up, prompting your legs to wrap around his hips so he can carry you to the kitchen, where he sets you down on the table. His lips are hungry against your own, passion rising with each passing second. You tug at his plain black sleeping shirt, eager for it to come off, and your husband concedes, revealing his beautiful body to you a moment later.

Your hands find the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him close-

There’s a sudden loud banging at the door, and the two of you tear away from each other. Mingyu’s eyes are wide with panic, and your own heart is racing, mind immediately jumping to the notion that something has gone wrong with SaeByeok-

Mingyu is throwing your front door open a moment later, obviously with the same worry as you- only to find Hoshi and Seungkwan standing there.

“We’re here for the baby!” Hoshi grins, holding up a stuffed tiger from his personal collection that SaeByeok is obsessed with.

“What?” Mingyu asks in shock, and you hop off the kitchen counter to join your shirtless lover at the door, equally confused.

“The baby!” Hoshi says, blatantly looking Mingyu up and down before meeting his eyes again with a very ‘bread like’ smile on his face. “We’re here for her!”

“We never asked you to babysit.” Mingyu’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Yes you did.” Hoshi insists. “Yesterday at practice, it was us three left, and you said ‘I hope someone is down to babysit tomorrow so my wife and I can make another baby’.”

“I did not say that-”

“Maybe not in those exact words, but you pretty much asked us to babysit.” Hoshi states, nudging the man next to him, “tell him.”

“You did.” Seungkwan nods.

“I said I hope someone babysits, not you two-” Mingyu explains, voice exasperated.

“Well now you’re just being rude.” Seungkwan crosses his arms over his chest defensively.

“Come on, please?” Hoshi is nearly bouncing with excitement. “Just let us see SaeByeok? You haven’t let me babysit her in so long-”

Mingyu lets out an annoyed sigh, tone raising as he (once again) explains why, exactly, Hoshi is on babysitter probation. “That’s because last time, you let her hide in your pile of tigers, and took a picture to post, and almost revealed our baby to the entire world-”

“But I didn't!” Hoshi insists.

“Only because Seungkwan stopped you first!”

“Well what if I don't have my phone?” Hoshi asks, pulling it from his pocket. “Here, take it. Phone for baby. A great deal.”

“And if we have your phone, how are you supposed to call us, or 911, if something bad happens?” Mingyu’s voice keeps rising, and you slot yourself next to your husband, grabbing at his bare arm and brushing your fingers up and down his skin in an attempt to sooth him.

“Good point.” Hoshi concedes. “But come on. Let us see the baby.”

“She’s not here.” You say, realizing that there is a much easier way to end this conversation than arguing for hours with Hoshi over his qualifications as a babysitter (or about how those qualifications are non existent). “You actually just missed her. S.coups and Jeonghan picked SaeByeok up a little while ago.”

“Jeonghan!?” Hoshi throws his tiger onto the ground in anger. “Jeonghan?! You let Jeonghan take her but not me?!”

Seungkwan sighs at his friend's antics, bending down to pick up the discarded tiger. He’s used to picking it up for SaeByeok, and you wonder if he’s been conditioned to care for the stuffed tiger now.

“So SaeByeok is at S.coups’s place?” The astute younger man asks.

Mingyu nods.

“Then let's just go there.” Seungkwan says to Hoshi. “Four uncles are better than two.”

“Joshua is there too.” Mingyu says.

“So now there’s going to be five of us babysitting?” Hoshi throws up his arms. “Great! How am I supposed to get any tiger time with baby if S.coups is there hogging her?!”

Mingyu groans, rubbing his face, “Hoshi-”

“It’s fine- don’t answer that-” Hoshi says quickly, “we’ll go see what SaeByeok is up to and you two can get back to baby making so you can give me my own niece that I don’t have to share.”

Mingyu opens his mouth to protest but Hoshi is already running off down the hallway towards the stairwell.

“Don’t let him use his phone or take any pictures or videos.” Your husband says to Seungkwan.

“I promise.” Seungkwan sighs, turning to follow his friend, who is already out of sight.

You and Mingyu stand in your open doorway for a good few moments, trying to make sense of his friends and what goes on in their brains. Then Mingyu sighs, closing the door.

“You look even more exhausted than you did when I woke up.” You smile, cupping your lover’s face to get a good assessment of him.

Mingyu sighs. “I thought we only signed up for one baby- but it turns out we also have Hoshi and Seungkwan-”

“And Dino and DK.” You laugh. Even Woozi has become the epitome of a ‘soft baby boo thang’ when he’s around SaeByeok, and you really can’t blame him.

Mingyu lets out an even deeper breath. “I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I'm so tired.”

You laugh, pressing kisses to Mingyu’s face that prompt your tall lover to grab your waist, pulling you to his bare chest.

“Then maybe we should have a shower.” You suggest. “That always relaxes you.”

Mingyu kisses you, suckling on your lower lip momentarily before breaking away and nodding. “A shower sounds perfect.”

“I’ll get the water running.” You tell him.

Mingyu relinquishes his hold on you and heads to the windows. You know he’s looking out to watch Hoshi and Seungkwan get into their car. He looks deep in thought, so you leave him to it, walking down the hall to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom.

The shower gets to a nice temperature in no time, and you begin to strip your clothes while the room fills with steam. You don’t even hear Mingyu enter or close the door behind him, instead, lips are suddenly pressing against your bare shoulder, and you smile.

Mingyu likes surprising you with some frequency, he’d explained five months into your relationship that he finds having a good surprise to be one of the best feelings in the world. And ever since, he’s made it his mission, to give you at least one good surprise every day, whether it be a quiet approach and a sneak attack kiss on the neck- or waking you up with his mouth on your core.

You turn to face your husband, breasts pressing against his own bare chest as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

Mingyu pushes you forward with his body, in the direction of the shower, his hands smoothing down your bare arms and then finding your shorts- he hooks his fingers in them and you suck in a breath, ready for the cool air to hit your exposed core-

Only instead, Mingyu’s phone rings. And you recognize the annoying ringtone.

Mingyu’s only ever assigned this specific tone to one person: Jeonghan.

For the second time in what feels like a very short window, Mingyu jumps away from you, his papa instincts taking over.

“Jeonghan?! Did something happen?!” He answers the phone quickly, putting it onto speaker so you can hear too, his wide eyes meeting your own.

“No, everything is fine! SaeByeok is okay!”

Mingyu lets out an exasperated breath, recollecting himself. “Then why are you calling?”

“Well- remember when I said I found some cool baby onesies online and you wouldnt look at them? I sort of bought them, and we put one on SaeByeok-”

“S.coups let you dress our baby up in a Squid Game onesie?!” Mingyu gasps.

A pause on the other end, then: “How did you know it was the Squid Game Onesie? Did Hoshi already send you pictures?”

“No?!” Mingyu is nearly raging now, and you take the phone from him, setting it down so he won’t accidentally break it, and he immediately throws his hands into the air in exasperation, “we told Seungkwan and Hoshi no pictures!”

“But how will you know if you want to keep the onesie if you don’t see it?” Jeonghan counters.

“I know we don’t want to keep the onesie because, first, we named our baby before the show came out, and second- Squid Game is even more full of blood than the historical drama we caught you watching with her last time!” Mingyu yells.

“Just because you hate horror-”

“And my baby hates horror! She’s a baby, Jeonghan!”

“Jeonghan?” You interrupt. “Isn’t S.coups with you? Didn’t he tell you not to do this?”

You find it absolutely shocking that the leader of Seventeen would allow this.

“S.coups got called in to talk to management.” Jeonghan says.

“So he’s not even there?!” Mingyu screams.

“No.”

“So it’s just you, Seungkwan, Hoshi, and Joshua?” You clarify.

“Yeah.”

“If Joshua is there-” You whisper to Mingyu, reaching to squeeze his hand.

“Joshua can’t handle Hoshi, Seungkwan and Jeonghan alone-” Your husband shakes his head.

“We should have a little faith.” You say, wishing you felt any faith at all.

Mingyu sighs, looking at the phone.

“Jeonghan?” You ask, making sure he’s still on the line.

“Yeah?”

“Just- please, no more pictures, you can put her in the onesie while she’s with you, and thanks for the idea-” Mingyu squeezes your hand, he hates it when you thank his friends for things you shouldn’t be thanking them for, “but we have enough onesies.”

“Fine.”

“I want to talk to Joshua.” Mingyu states.

“He’s in the bathroom.” Jeonghan responds quickly. “Can I take a message?”

Mingyu groans. “If any of you post a picture with so much as a hair showing from my baby’s head-”

“No phones. Got it.”

And then Jeonghan hangs up, leaving you and Mingyu in your steamy bathroom with looks of shock on your face.

“That asshole-” Mingyu goes to grab his phone and you intercept him, latching onto his front.

“We have to trust them.”

“No we don’t.”

“We do. We have to trust people to take care of SaeByeok when we need a break.”

“Not them though.” Mingyu groans. He won't meet your eyes, and you know he’s extremely nervous. You don’t want to force this step on him, don’t want him being anxious the rest of the day.

People say babies have separation anxiety, but Mingyu is definitely the one in your family who has the most trouble letting go.

You kiss Mingyu, hoping to distract him, and while your lover does kiss you back, you can tell immediately that his heart isn’t in it. Not while he’s this worried.

“Hey, it’s been about an hour and a half since I woke up.” You point out. “So maybe Wonwoo is done his work out. If this is going to stress you out, maybe you should call him?”

Mingyu nods and you reach behind you, grabbing his phone off the sink top to hand it to him. A moment later, Wonwoo’s deep voice fills the bathroom. “Is everything okay?”

Wonwoo gets just as worried as Mingyu does, something that solidified him early on as the best uncle in Seventeen.

“We gave SaeByeok to S.coups to take care of, but he’s been called in to talk to management, and now it’s just Jeonghan, Hoshi, Seungkwan and Joshua.” Mingyu says, and it’s all the explanation Wonwoo needs.

“Got it. I’ll head over to make sure nothing bad happens.”

“I think they’re at S.coup’s place.” You note. You and Mingyu had been the first to leave the dorms, but they've been getting smaller and smaller ever since, and between all the different apartments now, it can be hard to actually find specific members or know their whereabouts at any given moment.

“Okay, I can be there in ten minutes.” Wonwoo’s steady voice promises. “Do you two want me to send a text to let you know SaeByeok’s okay when I get there?”

Mingyu opens his mouth, and you know what his response is going to be, so you’re quick to interject. “No, I think the worst you’ll find is a Squid Game onesie-” You’re very hopeful that this is the case at least. “Thank you so much for this Wonwoo- we’ll call you later to check in?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.”

You hang up the phone and Mingyu looks at you with big eyes. “You don’t want him to text us once he gets there to let us know our baby hasn’t been sacrificed to the tiger gods in return for Hoshi to finally gain a tiger spirit?”

“I think it’s safe to say I'm definitely not worried about Hoshi sacrificing our daughter to the tiger gods.” You laugh. “And I also think, if Wonwoo messages us in ten minutes, you might be inclined to jump out of the shower and check the text.”

“And what’s so bad about that?” Mingyu pouts, reaching for your hands and lacing your fingers.

“Nothing, except I’ll be forced to finish myself off because my husband cares more about his phone and has zero trust in his best friends-”

Mingyu growls, letting go of you in favour of hooking his digits in your sleeping shorts.

This time, when he pulls them down, there’s no interruption, and when your husband carries you to the shower, you’re confident that simply knowing Wonwoo will be with SaeByeok is enough of a safety net to get you to both relax

“Thank god for babysitter Wonwoo.” You breathe as Mingyu presses you against the cold tiles, his mouth hot and wet on your neck.

Your lover makes a small sound of agreement, and within moments, it’s no longer Mingyu’s friend’s name on your lips, but his own.

Chapter 2

It’s Seungkwan who opens the door to S.coups and Jeonghan’s apartment, and Wonwoo can tell immediately- by the way he holds the door mostly closed and covers the view inside with his body - that Seungkwan is hiding something.

Wonwoo doesn’t even bother to say hello, simply pushes the younger member to the side, stepping into the apartment and assessing it with critical eyes.

The living room is a mess- there are at least seven different tiger stuffies, varying in size, forming a circle around-

Wonwoo rushes to SaeByeok, snatching the one year old off the ground even as Jeonghan lets out a sound of annoyance. Wonwoo takes in the onesie, and then he turns to Jeonghan. “You didn’t seriously buy a ‘player 067’ onesie for Mingyu’s baby. Did you?”

“Well obviously he did, you’re staring right at it.” Seungkwan says, moving to collapse onto the couch next to Hoshi, who is looking up at Wonwoo with scared eyes. It’s common knowledge that other than you and Mingyu, Wonwoo’s the one person you don’t want to piss off when it comes to boundaries with baby SaeByeok.

“This is horrible.” Wonwoo states, his lip pulling back from his teeth to make a grimace as he assesses the little green onesie.

“You’re just saying that cuz Mingyu doesn’t like it- I know for a fact you loved Squid Game.” Jeonghan points a finger at Wonwoo, who has adjusted SaeByeok to be on his hip now, his arms securely wrapped around her.

“I’m saying it because you are babysitting, and instead of seeing SaeByeok as a baby, you see her as a toy, and disregard the rules her parents lay out.” Wonwoo responds sharply. “They said no Squid Game. Where's Joshua?”

“In the bathroom.” Hoshi blurts out, earning a smack from Seungkwan.

“You can’t just repeat the excuse Jeonghan gave on the phone-” Wonwoo hears Seungkwan hiss as he heads to the bathroom, throwing the door open to find the space beyond is completely empty of one mister Joshua Hong, aka, ‘good babysitter # 2’.

“I didn’t think he’d go check-”

“Of course he went to check!” Seungkwan whisper screams at his best friend.

Wonwoo turns to face the men in the living room, all of whom he knows Mingyu has on baby sitter probation. “I can’t believe you three.”

“We just wanted to see the baby.” Hoshi frowns.

“No, you wanted to put her in a tiger circle yet again-” Wonwoo seaths, “and don’t think we don’t know why you do it- DK told us about the weird tiger spirit stuff-”

“It’s not weird!” Hoshi insists. “If I surround her with tigers, she’ll be a tiger like me!”

“You’re not a tiger.” Seungkwan rolls his eyes, arms crossed over his chest.

“I am inside!” Hoshi insists, making the claw hand movement he’s so well known for.

Wonwoo groans, bringing his hand to shield his eyes from the men who are draining years of his life right now with the mere stupidity of this conversation-

A little hand grabs at Wonwoo’s cheek, and he looks down at SaeByeok, who is smiling up at him with eyes so similar to her father’s that Wonwoo can’t help but sigh, all his anger dissipating.

“Come on.” He says, heading to the door. “We’re going for a walk.”

“A walk?”

“SaeByeok loves walks.” Wonwoo reminds them, securing a baseball cap that hangs by the front door onto his head with his free hand. “Where’s the bag of her stuff?”

Ten minutes later, the small, rag tag gang is outside, bundled up and looking inconspicuous. Hoshi’s white hair is tucked under a toque and all four have sunglasses and/or masks to obscure their features from anyone who might notice them as they head to the park down the street.

SaeByeok hates disguises, and she keeps attempting to snatch Wonwoo’s glasses from his face from where she’s attached to his chest in her little carrier. The curly haired man dodges her attacks easily, allowing the one year old to tire herself out with giggles of joy at the fun ‘game’.

“You guys have to be better about babysitting if you want to babysit more.” Wonwoo says sternly when they reach the park, taking a bench and getting settled. “Mingyu and Y/N can’t be worried about SaeByeok the entire time she’s with you three.”

“They worry too much.” Jeonghan says simply, shrugging as if he isn’t known for directly breaking Mingyu’s SaeByeok rules.

“Maybe. But that’s not for you to decide.” Wonwoo says, looking down at the little bundle of joy his best friends had brought into the world a little over a year ago. “They need to feel like they can count on you guys to babysit, otherwise they go too long without a break.”

“A break.” Hoshi scoffs, shaking the smallest tiger stuffie he has at SaeByeok, who tries to grab at it with her hands while she giggles. “As if we all don’t know the only break that’s happening is the breaking of Y/N’s back.”

Jeonghan and Seungkwan snicker at Hoshi’s lewd remark, but Wonwoo’s mouth forms a firm line. “Just because you’re single and depressed about it doesn’t mean Mingyu and Y/N shouldn’t be able to have some alone time.”

Chapter 3

“You look sleepy.” Mingyu says, rolling on top of you, his body pressing you into the mattress.

“That happens after two rounds.” You grin, looking up at your beautiful husband, who is breathtaking in the afternoon light.

“Should we have a nap?” Mingyu asks, pressing kisses to your neck that move up your jaw.

You sigh, shaking your head. “It’s only been two hours since SaeByeok left- if we nap now, we’ll be wasting our time alone.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” Mingyu grins, lips meeting yours softly, only for the kiss to turn hungry a moment later.

You smile into your husband's kisses, pushing at his shoulders to prompt him to let up, allowing you to roll to be the one straddling him. Your hands find Mingyu’s broad chest, fingers tracing lines across sensitive skin, and Mingyu jolts beneath you, always the ticklish type.

Your husband’s hands find your hips, and he prompts you to grind down against him. You’d both gotten dressed to have a little snack after the shower sex had turned into bathroom floor sex, and you wonder now why you’d even bothered. Your fingers grab at the waist band of Mingyu’s boxers and he groans, hips pushing up in anticipation-

Mingyu’s phone vibrates loudly on the nightstand, prompting both you and Mingyu to immediately grab for it- a momentary clash of fingers that leads to giggles, another kiss, and you coming up victorious with the phone in your hands.

The notification had sounded from a text Hoshi sent, and when you open it, you find a picture waiting for you.

Wonwoo is asleep on Jeonghan and Scoups’s couch, your baby equally as knocked out on his chest. Your whole body lets out a sigh, relaxing at the sight, and Mingyu is quick to sit up, abdominal muscles jumping deliciously as he uses a hand to prop himself up, angling his head to get a better look at the picture.

When you’d messaged Wonwoo after your shower for an update, they’d all been at the park, and it’s no shock that your baby is fast asleep now. Parks always tire her out, and Wonwoo it seems- or maybe that’s from the babysitting- after all, taking care of four children, three of whom are, in fact, adult men, takes a toll.

You’d told Hoshi no pictures, but for this one- neither you nor Mingyu care. You both miss your baby, but knowing she’s fast asleep with Wonwoo, safe, just a short distance away, brings you both immeasurable peace.

“They’re so cute.” You sigh, a soft smile forming on your face without you even being aware of it.

“They are.” Mingyu agrees, pulling the phone from your hands to set it back on the nightstand. He remains sitting up, and his lips find your neck, one hand moving to cup your breasts under one of his oversized shirts you’d thrown on earlier. You moan at the action, all thoughts and worries dissipating, and you lean into your husband, allowing yourself to be completely over taken by him and the moment you’re sharing, which has only been made possible by the kindness of your best friend.

Thank god for babysitter Wonwoo.

Chapter 4

“Did she just-” Hoshi can’t even finish his sentence, his eyes locked on Wonwoo and SaeByeok, who have been on the couch for over an hour, but have just recently roused.

“Did you get that on camera?!” Jeonghan screeches manically, grabbing the phone out of Hoshi’s hands to replay the video.

The sound that had caused the shock once more rings through the room: SaeByeok had said ‘Dada’.

And she’s said it to Wonwoo.

“She-” even Seungkwan is at a loss for words.

“Dada!” SaeByeok says again, grabbing at Wonwoo’s face, which brings life back into the body of the man who had all but frozen at the initial title.

“No, I’m not dada-” Wonwoo says, taking SaeByeok’s little hands in his own and shaking his head, “Wonwoo. I’m Wonwoo.”

“Dada!” SaeByeok says again, giggling at the reactions that come out of Hoshi and Seungkwan, who are now blatantly laughing at the turn of events.

“Stop encouraging her.” Wonwoo hisses at his friends.

“I mean, she’s not wrong.” Jeonghan says, going back to the kitchen where he’d been making food. “You are practically her dad.”

“Am not.” Wonwoo insists.

“Are too.” Jeonghan fires back. “Half the time you’re over at Mingyu and Y/N’s place and it’s not even to visit- you just go over and hang out.”

“It's easier for them to have another person around for SaeByeok-”

“So you’re daddy 2.0 because you’re a good person? You take on all that responsibility out of the goodness of your heart?” Jeonghan scoffs. “I didn’t know we had a saint in Seventeen.”

“It is out of the goodness of my heart.” Wonwoo says firmly.

Seungkwan rolls his eyes. “Don’t pretend you’re not over there all the time to see Y/N. We all know you’ve been in love with her for like- how long?”

“Two years.” Hoshi says helpfully. “It’s been two years since Mingyu introduced her to us.”

“You guys are crazy.” Wonwoo scoffs, but they all see his lack of conviction.

“Look, you can be honest with us. We won’t tell Mingyu- I mean, if he doesn’t know already.” Jeonghan smirks devilishly.

Wonwoo is silent for a long moment, then he says quietly, “It’s just a crush.”

“So you admit it!” Jeonghan screams triumphantly.

“Just a crush!?” Seungkwan yells. “Crushes don’t last two years and stick around while one of the people gets married and has a baby!”

“You’re in love with her.” Hoshi pokes at Wonwoo, who smacks his hand away.

“Fuck off.”

“Language!” Seungkwan rushes over, grabbing at SaeByeok, who Wonwoo relinquishes- it feels weird for him to be admitting to being in love with you, SaeByeok’s mom- especially because everytime Wonwoo looks at your daughter, he sees Mingyu’s big eyes staring back.

He’s never sworn in front of SaeByeok, and he can’t believe he just did. He can’t believe any of this- he never has.

He never really believed it was love, he thought he just really liked you- for the longest time. He watched you and Mingyu fall in love, watched you get pregnant, get married, give birth to a baby that is your pride and joy- and he’s always just been happy watching from afar- but now that he’s admitting it- admitting that it’s love- that the feeling deep in his chest this whole time, that he’s been trying desperately to ignore, has been complete and utter adoration- bordering on obsessivity and Wonwoo knows it- well, now it feels kind of sad.

Because he knows he can't have you.

“So what if it is love?” Wonwoo says finally. “I can’t do anything about it.”

The room is quiet, and Wonwoo hates to see pity in Seungkwan’s eyes when they look at each other.

“Well, baby did just call you dada.” Hoshi points out.

“Maybe I look like Mingyu.” Wonwoo is quick to come up with an excuse, but he can tell by his friends’ expressions that they don’t buy it.

“Maybe you need to think long and hard about what you want, because that child is starting to think of you as her dad, and I think you see yourself that way at times too.” Jeonghan says, and Wonwoo hates that the elder male can flip flop between being a manic little devil, and a matured man who sees right through his friends.

“It doesn’t matter.” Wonwoo says firmly. “I still think I've done a good job hiding my-” he sighs, “infatuation. And I’m going to keep hiding it, so if any of you say anything to Mingyu-”

“You’ll what?” Seungkwan asks, bobbing SaeByeok up and down and using her as a little human shield to protect himself from Wonwoo retaliation, “scold us to death?”

Wonwoo groans, hiding his face in his hands. “I can’t believe I didn’t immediately take SaeByeok home when I got here, and instead let you three keep me here for hours-”

“And we can’t believe you’re in love with Mingyu’s wife slash the mother of this child.” Seungkwan states factually, swaying SaeByeok back and forth, and making silly faces that cause her to giggle, “but here we are.”

Chapter 5

“Fuck, that’s him-” Mingyu groans, pulling away from you to look at the door.

Wonwoo had messaged to say he was bringing SaeByeok back twenty minutes ago. You and Mingyu had gone to wait in the living room- only to be distracted by each other after only two minutes.

Mingyu feels hot, his skin clammy from being pressed to your warm body for the past fifteen minutes without being able to do much more than grind against you for fear of being interrupted. You’d suggested a little quickie, but Mingyu had shaken his head, too nervous about being forced to stop mid fuck- and now, he thinks maybe he’s even worse off.

The tall man is extremely aware that his skin is flushed, and he attempts to fix his hair, throwing on a shirt before rushing to the door to open it.

Wonwoo is standing there, with Mingyu’s little nugget of joy strapped to his chest. “SaeByeok!” Mingyu coos, immediately pulling his daughter from her carrier and spinning her around, grinning when his baby lets out a squeal of delight.

“My turn!” Comes your voice, and Mingyu laughs at you tugging on his arm, just as eager to see your baby as he is.

“Come in-” Mingyu says after handing SaeByeok off to you, and he grabs Wonwoo, pulling him past the threshold so the door can close securely behind him. “Tell us about your day!”

You’re already heading to the living room, and Mingyu grabs the back of Wonwoo’s neck, directing the man to follow.

No matter how many times Wonwoo comes over, he still needs to be invited in, otherwise he can’t settle- and Mingyu’s always found it endearing, he’s always done his best to make sure Wonwoo knows how welcome he is.

You and Mingyu take one corner of the couch, with you and SaeByeok bundled up in Mingyu’s arms while you face Wonwoo on the other side, another common layout for when Wonwoo comes to hang out with you and Mingyu.

“First- and I don't want you to get mad, I already scolded them for it-” Wonwoo sighs, running a hand through his dark curls, “but Joshua wasn’t there.”

“What?!” Mingyu nearly screams, always letting his emotions get the better of him, and a moment later, your hand is on his arm, soothing him. “But they said-”

“They lied. Joshua was never there. From what I can tell, as soon as Jeonghan and S.coups got to their apartment, management called- I think S.coups trusted Jeonghan to call Joshua for back up- but, well, you know how that works out.”

“So SaeByeok was alone with Jeonghan, Hoshi and Seungkwan-” You clarify.

“Yeah- and you were right about the Squid Game onesie.” Wonwoo says, “it was a little ‘player 067’ green track suit thing-”

Mingyu can’t help but groan, and your fingers dance up and down his arm, calming him once again.

“Hoshi also had a bunch of tigers there, but it wasn’t that bad when I arrived.” Wonwoo explains.

You ask a few more questions that Mingyu doesn’t really listen to, the most important thing has been established: that all was good at S.coups’s place today… well, that’s semi debatable but Wonwoo did say he’d already scolded the others for any bad behaviour that did take place-

With his anxieties out of the way, Mingyu is able to be more aware of his surroundings, the little voice saying ‘be scared’ in the back of his head is gone now that you and his baby are safe in his arms.

This new clarity lets Mingyu go back to something he’s been doing for the better part of four months now: assessing Wonwoo.

Mingyu has always been able to tell his friends found you attractive- after all, who wouldn’t?

And Mingyu has always trusted Wonwoo, his best friend, his ex roommate- so seeing Wonwoo be close with you has never been a problem.

It’s not even a problem now, not really. Mingyu just finds it interesting to watch Wonwoo while he talks to you. With Mingyu at your back, your husband gets a perfect view of Wonwoo’s face while you chat, and he can see the way Wonwoo focuses so completely on you.

When you shift, leaning back against Mingyu, Wonwoo mirrors the motion a moment later- and Mingyu wonders if he’s even conscious of it.

He wonders if Wonwoo is aware he’s in love with you.

They’ve never talked about it- after all, why would they? What would Mingyu say? “Hey, I see you checking out my hot wife all the time- I'm not jealous, but tell me the truth, are you in love with her?”

Mingyu is pretty sure Wonwoo has never lied to him before- and part of him wonders if asking the question would prompt the first withholding of information.

“I’m going to cook dinner.” Mingyu says, kissing your shoulder. “Wonwoo, you’ll stay for food right?”

“I should probably go-”

“No, stay for dinner.” Mingyu insists. “I have to clean the kitchen anyways and need someone to keep these two entertained.” He gives you a little squeeze, fingers brushing by SaeByeok’s head.

Wonwoo caves instantly and four hours later, after Mingyu’s cooked dinner and cleaned up too, Wonwoo is still sitting on the couch. SaeByeok is in his arms, and the two of them are, once again, completely passed out.

Mingyu pulls you to his chest and the two of you stand in the kitchen, looking at the sleeping forms on the couch.

“They must have had a long day.” You say quietly, afraid to wake them.

“They had to deal with Hoshi, Seungkwan and Jeonghan- I think I’d be passed out too.” Mingyu smiles, rubbing his face against your shoulder.

“Should we wake them so Wonwoo can go home?” You ask, running your fingers up and down Mingyu’s arm, which is wrapped securely across your stomach, keeping your back pressed to his front.

Mingyu shakes his head. “Let them sleep. SaeByeok sleeps best with Wonwoo.”

It’s true, for whatever reason- and there’d been a time you and Mingyu had been somewhat jealous of it, but when SaeByeok had also fallen asleep easily on Jun’s shoulder one evening, a drunk DK had exclaimed ‘SaeByeok likes cat boys!’... which had promptly made Hoshi cry because SaeByeok is not a massive fan of his, and he’s a whole ass tiger-

“You’re right.” You sigh. “We should let our babies sleep.”

You detach from Mingyu, heading towards the bedroom to begin your night routine, and Mingyu stays in the kitchen a moment longer, mind lingering on the term ‘our babies’.

Chapter 6

Something makes you sit up in bed, and your eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness. Beside you, Mingyu is asleep, and obviously not the reason you’ve awoken-

A soft cry sounds from the door, and you realize that’s what had roused you.

You exit the bed carefully, tiptoeing to the door and exiting the master bedroom, heading to the living room.

You’d left the blinds open when you went to sleep, and the living room is lit by the moon and the flickering city outside. Wonwoo’s form is easily identifiable, silhouetted as he sways by the window, a bundle in his arms.

“Wonwoo?” You whisper.

The man whips around to look at you, and a moment later he says, “Sorry- did we wake you?”

“You’re sorry?” You can’t help but chuckle, running a hand through your hair and approaching Wonwoo. “My baby literally woke you up, and you’re apologizing to me?”

“I guess.” Wonwoo responds.

SaeByeok sees you now that you’re closer, and her little hand reaches out for you, a cry leaving her lips that Wonwoo immediately tries to soothe by rocking her gently. “Maybe she just wants her mom.”

You go to take SaeByeok from Wonwoo, and he adjusts to help- only for SaeByeok to grab both of your shirts in her shockingly strong little grip.

“Oh-” Wonwoo tries to detach her first from his hoodie, but SaeByeok lets out a distressed sound that stops him in his tracks.

“Our fussy little princess.” You laugh, too tired to argue with your one year old. “I guess she wants us both.” You move forward, wrapping your arms around Wonwoo, hugging him with your little princess happily squished between your bodies, something you’ve often done with Mingyu to get SaeByeok to calm down when she’s particularly fussy.

At first, Wonwoo is rigid, and you brush a hand up and down his back, “shhhh-” You coo, “it’s okay. We’re all sleepy. Let’s just- let’s just sit down.”

You’re so exhausted, your eyes already half closed, and Wonwoo helps you find the couch. He sits down first and SaeByeok immediately gets upset, making grabby hands at you again as you quickly collapse next to your friend, trying to right the wrong by cuddling up to his side again. “There. You happy?” You ask your baby, petting her head as you get comfortable against Wonwoo’s shoulder.

SaeByeok lets out a small giggle, and her hand latches to your finger. She finally rests her head down again, letting out a little sigh that has both you and Wonwoo smiling. “That’s better.” You coo, reading your daughter like a book.

“Now we can all get some rest.” You mumble, enjoying the warmth of Wonwoo’s body. You’re half asleep, and by the time you’re done your thought, you’re already back in dreamland.

Chapter 7

The first thing Mingyu does when he wakes up is throw his arm across your side of the bed, expecting to find your warm body there, which he can then tug close and pepper your skin in kisses, earning the giggles that will be the first sounds he hears in the world on each lovely day he wakes up next to you-

But today, your side of the bed is empty, and Mingyu’s eyes flash open. He sits up, brows furrowed, sleepily assessing the room for any evidence of your whereabouts.

He’s up and dressed within the minute, groggily heading out into the hallway that will take him to the living room.

Mingyu’s not shocked to find you, Wonwoo and SaeByeok on the couch.

SaeByeok’s always been a fan of sleeping in the living room for whatever reason- and there have been many nights where she insists on you and Mingyu taking her out here and collapsing in the exact position you’re in with Wonwoo now.

It looks like you’d started sleeping sitting up, and had since fallen over, with Wonwoo laying flat, SaeByeok on his chest, and you squished to Wonwoo’s side between him and the back of the couch.

Mingyu watches the three of you sleep for a few minutes.

If Wonwoo is here, that means Mingyu can run some errands and not worry about you and SaeByeok waking up alone. He considers whether or not to leave for a short while before deciding the three of you look so exhausted, he’ll likely be able to go out and come back before you even realize he’s gone.

Mingyu is generally the first person awake in the mornings, and usually SaeByeok seems to have a sixth sense, waking up at a similar time and demanding attention, but not today.

Mingyu hasn’t had a morning off in what feels like months, and when he leaves the apartment, he finds himself going on a walk, enjoying the peace and quiet of the early hour. The tall man stops at a bakery on his way home, eagerly ordering your pastries he knows both you and Wonwoo will enjoy.

Mingyu’s excited for a morning with you and Wonwoo, which you haven't all had together since back when they lived in the dorms. When you and Mingyu had gotten engaged and moved into an apartment, Mingyu hadn’t considered what that meant in terms of not seeing his best friend in the mornings- and his entire walk home is spent thinking that maybe Wonwoo will be interested in hanging out.

His hopes are crushed when he arrives at the apartment to find you and SaeByeok in the kitchen, with Wonwoo nowhere to be found.

“Did Wonwoo leave?” Mingyu asks, setting the box of pastries onto the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, he was being a little off-”

“Yeah, no wonder.” Mingyu scoffs, pieces falling together in his mind. “I'm guessing you two didn’t fall asleep laying down that way?”

“No-?”

“So he probably woke up like that and had a heart attack.”

“What? Why?” You ask, confused.

Mingyu looks down at the pastry he is setting onto a plate for you.

Just as he’s never broached this subject with Wonwoo, he’s also never bothered to ask if you’ve realized Wonwoo’s infatuation with you- and over the past few months, it’s become somewhat clear to Mingyu that you have no clue the power you wield over your shared best friend.

“Well, I mean-” Mingyu sighs, “you’re hungry right?” He pushes the plate in front of you.

“Yes, thank you- but Mingyu, what are you talking about?” You ask, not willing to drop the subject.

“It’s just-” Mingyu sets his hands on the table top, leaning forward and sighing, “it’s a lasting thing that Wonwoo’s kind of into you- and obviously he’d never overstep boundaries, and I try to tell him not to be so rigid, because- I mean, even if he is into you- I’m not a jealous person-”

“Wait- back up.” You hold up a hand. “It’s a ‘lasting thing’ that Wonwoo’s into me? What do you mean it’s a lasting thing?!”

Mingyu shrugs. “He’s never talked to me about it directly, but I think it’s kind of obvious- if you think about it.”

“It’s not obvious to me!?”

Mingyu cocks his head at you. Then he shrugs. “Plus, we both appreciate his help- I mean, I think it’s pretty clear after yesterday that we probably wouldn’t have gotten through this year without him.”

“I mean-” You close your mouth, and Mingyu can see you understand what he’s saying.

Before either of you can continue the conversation, SaeByeok is stirring on your shoulder, and she looks around wildly. “Dada?!” She cries.

“I’m here.” Mingyu assures her, rushing to your side.

“No!” SaeByeok says, “dada!”

“She doesn’t mean-”

“She definitely means Wonwoo.” Mingyu frowns. “I'm going to try not to take this personally because we were just talking about how much of a help Wonwoo is-” Mingyu coos as he picks his daughter out of your arms, “but we also have to start teaching you an easier way to say Wonwoo apparently.”

“Dada!” SaeByeok wails again, reaching for you instead.

Mingyu sighs, handing SaeByeok over to you again. “I’m going to call Wonwoo.”

“Really?” You ask in shock.

Mingyu nods. “We should probably deal with this right?”

You sigh, turning your attention to soothing SaeByeok. “Probably.”

Mingyu heads to the bedroom to make the call, setting his phone down next to the sink in his bathroom while he washes his face. The call goes to voicemail.

The second time Mingyu facetimes someone, they answer, and Mingyu is met with Hoshi pressed up to the camera.

“Did SaeByeok miss me!?” Hoshi asks, eyes wide.

“No-” Mingyu wipes his newly cleaned skin with a cloth, “I’m actually calling cuz Wonwoo won’t answer my calls- have you heard from him today?”

Hoshi sits back from the camera, frowning. “No- did something happen?”

“He stayed over last night, fell asleep on the couch with SaeByeok, and during the night she cried so Y/N went out to deal with it- and they both fell asleep on the couch- and now I just think Wonwoo’s probably overthinking all of this and beating himself up.”

“Pfff probably.” Hoshi laughs. “Especially after what happened yesterday at S.coups’s.”

“What happened at S.coups’s?” Mingyu narrows his eyes at his phone screen, and he tosses his used face towel onto the ground by the door.

“Just- well-” Hoshi swallows thickly, “SaeByeok called him dada.”

Mingyu groans. “She called him that today too.” His hands find the sink edge and he grips it tightly, shaking his head. “I’m definitely starting to take this personally.”

“I’d be pissed too dude- if Wonwoo was after my wife and my baby-”

“I’m not jealous about Wonwoo being after my wife-” Mingyu interjects, “and he’s not even ‘after her’-”

“You’re not jealous he likes Y/N?”

“No, she’s my wife, she’d never leave me. But I am jealous that SaeByeok is calling him dad. Is Wonwoo really that hard to say?”

“A lot harder than dada.”

Mingyu groans. “Okay, but back to the point, you haven't seen him.”

“No.”

“Then he’s probably at the gym.”

“So what are you going to-”

Mingyu hangs up because he has no idea how to answer Hoshi’s question.

He has no idea what to do- all he knows is his baby is still crying in the living room and it appears there’s only one person who can make her stop.

When Mingyu returns to find you still trying to soothe SaeByeok, he gently takes your daughter from your arms. “Go back to sleep gorgeous, you look exhausted.”

“But SaeByeok-”

“I’ll take her out for a walk.” Mingyu assures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “don’t worry, go back to bed.”

You concede after a moment, and Mingyu watches you trudge back to your bedroom, the door closing behind you.

“You want dada?” Mingyu whispers to SaeByeok when they're alone.

“Dada!” SaeByeok nods.

“Then papa is going to take you to dada,” Mingyu says, grabbing the baby carrier, “and you’re going to learn the difference between your P’s and your D’s or so help me god-”

Chapter 8

Wonwoo’s knuckles are starting to get uncomfortable from being squeezed into boxing gloves and then repeatedly smashed into a hundred and fifty pound bag, but he can’t even bring himself to care. If anything, he welcomes the flashes of pain, because he deserves it.

He deserves to be punished for being in love with his best friend’s wife- after all, what kind of sick bastard-

“Wonwoo!”

The man taking his issues out on the punching bag whips around, heart lurching in his chest.

Mingyu is standing there, looking completely out of place in his long black jacket, SaeByeok strapped to his chest like a little ticking time bomb of tantrums that Wonwoo can see other people at the gym watching wearily-

But there’s no you- and warning signs flash through Wonwoo’s brain.

“Are you okay!? Did something happen? Where’s Y/N?”

Mingyu holds up his hands, approaching, “slow down, it’s okay. Nothing happened. Y/N’s at home, she needed more sleep- and from the looks of it, you do too.”

“Is that your way of telling me I look horrible?” Wonwoo groans.

“No. It’s me saying you look tired. Now take my baby because she wants ‘dada’ and apparently that’s not me anymore.” Mingyu pulls SaeByeok from the carrier on his chest, holding her out to Wonwoo- who has no choice but to accept the wiggling baby, despite the gloves still on his hands.

“I’m sorry.” Wonwoo says as SaeByeok grips the front of his shirt, rubbing her face against his neck.

“About what?” Mingyu asks, walking up to the punching bag and giving it a test shove.

“SaeByeok calling me dada.” Wonwoo responds, looking at the baby in his arms instead of meeting Mingyu’s eyes.

“Pff,” Mingyu scoffs, “how could that possibly be your fault?”

Wonwoo shrugs.

“It’s not your fault my kid loves you. It’s not your fault my wife loves you. And it’s not your fault you love them both back-” Mingyu says, “you can’t control feelings.”

Wonwoo is frozen everywhere but his hands, which are beginning to shake as he holds SaeByeok tightly to his chest, his brain trying to process Mingyu’s words-

“And look, when I say my wife loves you- I don’t know how much, because we haven’t had time to talk about it directly- but I watch the two of you, and I’m not stupid.” Mingyu approaches Wonwoo, and Wonwoo immediately steps back, too scared to look up at his friend to assess the emotions on his face, so instead he’s ready to defend himself.

“Wonwoo, stop being so weird about this.” Mingyu sighs. “Look at me.”

Wonwoo groans, letting out a deep breath, clenching his jaw- and finally he looks up.

“I’m not upset.” Mingyu clasps a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I just said- feelings are feelings- and dude, you’re my best friend. Even I love you- in a no homo kind of way-”

Wonwoo can’t help the look of ‘what the fuck’ that immediately appears on his face, and even though he can feel it, he also isn't able to wipe it off- so shocked and overwhelmed by what Mingyu is saying to him.

“You’ve always been our plus one, in this weird kind of way- especially since SaeByeok came.” Mingyu reaches for SaeByeok and she latches onto his finger with a hand, pulling her papa close as she had her mother the night before. “I mean- come on.” Mingyu coos, “can you really imagine not letting her have you in her life the way you are right now?”

“Nothing has to change.” Wonwoo says quickly. “I’m not going to try anything-”

“I know you won’t. You’re a good friend, Wonwoo.” Mingyu claps the shorter man on his shoulder again. “And you’re right, nothing has to change, but- I mean, like I said, I see the way you and Y/N look at each other, and we’ve clarified I’m not a jealous person-”

“Do you want me to fuck your wife?” Wonwoo asks, too astonished to check his language or his deadpan facial expression. “Are you two swingers?”

“We would have told you if we were swingers- what the-” Mingyu’s brows furrow and he lets out a bark of a laugh, “as if I’d let anyone else touch Y/N-”

“You just said you’re not jealous.”

“I’m not-” Mingyu sighs. “As if Y/N would let anyone else touch Y/N- come on, Wonwoo, you see how in love we are- do you really think she’d ever go for anyone else? I hate to say it, but she wouldn’t put our marriage on the line for you either, and I think you know that.”

Wonwoo clenches his jaw. He hates that it’s true.

“Look- you want to sleep with her, she probably wants to sleep with you- the only thing getting in the way is me and I just said I’m not in the way-” Mingyu holds up his hands.

“So you do want me to fuck your wife.”

“Stop saying that word please,” Mingyu groans, covering SaeByeok’s ears, which causes her to erupt in giggles.

“Stop being confusing,” Wonwoo hisses, his brain running a million miles a minute- he just wants everything to slow down-

“I’m saying, you’re already pretty much our plus one. I’m not saying you should come over and fuck my wife like- tonight,” Mingyu pauses momentarily, “because I haven’t even talked to her about this in detail. I’m just saying that you’re part of the family. And I don't want you coming here and ruining your hands because you feel guilty about my feelings, when the only thing I'm jealous about is the fact that SaeByeok is calling you papa now.”

“Then we have to get me a different nickname,” Wonwoo states. “Something easy to say.”

“We do,” Mingyu agrees. “But I also want it to be clear, our sex life is great, it’s not that Y/N needs more, I just think it would be fun. I’ll talk to her about this later, but you are still down for threesomes right?”

Wonwoo’s skin flushes, it’s been so long since he and Mingyu tag teamed a girl- they’d been more into it back in the day, back before you’d come along- and Wonwoo would be lying if he said that blowing a girls back out with a friend there isn’t his preferred way to have sex-

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“Okay,” Mingyu nods, “good. Good.”

Wonwoo studies Mingyu, and he can tell Mingyu has meant every word he has said. He’s really not jealous- and this knowledge gives Wonwoo the confidence to ask: “But who’s going to replace me as the baby sitter on nights when we fuck your hot wife?”

Mingyu opens his mouth, then shuts it, then opens it again, “you know what? Hold that thought and I'll get back to you.”

Wonwoo cracks a smile. “Okay.”

“Now give me my baby back and stop punishing yourself with exercise.”

Chapter 9

“You can’t be serious,” you say in disbelief.

“But I am.” Mingyu grins, holding you tighter to his chest as he peppers your neck in kisses. He’d arrived home a while ago with a tired baby, who had immediately gone to sleep, and then he’d explained everything that had happened since you’d last seen him.

“So you want me to fuck Wonwoo?”

“You’re both so funny pretending this is about what I want, when it’s clearly about what you both want.” Mingyu laughs against your skin. “And yes, I do want you to fuck Wonwoo.”

“But why?”

“Because I think you’d enjoy it, and I think he’d enjoy it, and I know I'd enjoy it because you’d both be enjoying it- it’s a win, win, win.”

“But won’t you be jealous?”

Mingyu shakes his head. “I told you. It’s Wonwoo. Also-” his fingers find your jaw, and he forces you to turn your head so you can look at him sitting behind you, “tell me you don’t love him.”

“I-”

“Tell me you don’t love him,” Mingyu repeats. “How about this, tell me you don’t wonder what it would be like having us both.”

You groan in frustration, looking away, only for Mingyu to grab your jaw again. “jJust admit it, baby. If you’d both admitted it months ago, I wouldn't have had to Sherlock Holmes this whole thing together myself.”

“No one asked you to Sherlock Holmes us-” you sigh. “And I do love Wonwoo, but I’m not in love with him-”

“Well, not the same way you are with me, that’s for sure,” Mingyu grins. “But, I think you are in love with him. A small piece of you is at least. And I think there’s no reason that piece shouldn’t be bigger, you have more than enough love to go around... for just us two.”

You laugh. “‘I’m not jealous’ my ass.”

“I’m not jealous of Wonwoo, how about that? Is that better?” Mingyu presses a kiss to your neck and you sigh, enjoying the feeling.

“Yes.”

“And how about this, we have a busy week of scheduling, but it’s still the weekend right now.”

“Mingyu!” you squeal, turning in his arms and pressing your hands to his chest, pushing him into the couch so you can mount him, legs straddling his waist as his fingers find your hips. “Are you saying we should invite him over tonight?! Is that what I'm seriously hearing from you?!”

Mingyu shrugs, a lazy grin on his face. “Maybe.”

“And who is going to babysit for us, last notice, on a Sunday night?”

“I know just the person.”

Chapter 10

Wonwoo is just about to knock on the door to your apartment when it opens, and his fist almost collides with Vernon’s face.

For a moment, they’re frozen there, Wonwoo’s hand in mid air, and Vernon standing with SaeByeok in his arms and the baby duffle bag over his shoulder. Then Mingyu is saying “Wonwoo!” and grabbing him by the arm, dragging the poor, shocked man into the apartment and past the equally stunned baby sitter.

“Wait-” Vernon turns, “if Wonwoo is here, why am I babysitting?”

“It’s just for an hour or two.” Mingyu is quick to assure his friend. “Goodbye princess, be good for uncle Hansol!” He coos at his daughter.

Vernon opens his mouth to ask more questions- only for Mingyu to close the door in his face.

It’s as if Mingyu had woken up and decided to be a glitch in the matrix, leaving everyone astounded in his wake at his erratic behaviour.

He’s downright giddy as he looks at you and Wonwoo, and your husband practically bounds over to you, grabbing both of your hands.

“Remember,” Mingyu tells you, “I love you. And I love our soft domestic life, and the cuddles, and all this stuff- but you also remember how fun it was when we first met, right?”

You look away, sighing, only for Mingyu to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell me you remember all the dirty things we used to get up to.” Mingyu grins, hands finding your waist to pull you close to him.

“Mingyu-” You whine, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment- you’re into Wonwoo, you definitely are, but it feels so odd to be talking like this in front of him-

“You’re being shy.” Mingyu coos, suddenly spinning you so you’re now with your back to his chest, facing Wonwoo. “You weren’t shy the night you first met Wonwoo.” Mingyu’s lips brush against your neck, and he speaks loud enough for you both to hear. “Do you want to tell him what happened, gorgeous? Or should I?”

You let out a soft moan and Mingyu spreads your legs with his thigh, one hand cupping your breast and squeezing deliciously. Your eyes are locked on Wonwoo, who watches everything with an unreadable, yet intense expression.

“Tell him how you wore that cute little skirt just so I could have access to that pretty pussy of yours, baby.” Mingyu presses a sloppy kiss to your neck that sends shivers running through you. “Tell him how you let me bury my fingers inside of you and make you cum three times while he and S.coups sat across from us in that booth at your favourite restaurant.”

Your husband’s hand slips between your legs now, and you moan louder. “Fine,” he says. “If you don’t want to tell him about that, I’ll tell him exactly what makes your head spin.” Another kiss to your neck. “She likes praise, our good girl always has to know how well she’s doing, isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

You nod, letting out a soft whimper, your head falling back against Mingyu’s shoulder, eyes closing so you can enjoy the sensation of Mingyu’s fingers teasing your clothed core.

Why had you worn such thick sweatpants when you knew you were going to be getting laid? But, to be fair, you hadn’t expected Mingyu to initiate things so soon upon Wonwoo’s arrival.

“She likes to be manhandled,” Mingyu continues, suddenly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “And it’s fun to fuck her on counters when she’s been bad, but she makes the sweetest sounds when she’s in the safety of a bed.”

Mingyu heads off towards your room, and you look up at Wonwoo, who is trailing behind the two of you. He searches your eyes, and you search his for any signs that he’s uncomfortable. You must both come up satisfied because neither of you say anything.

When Mingyu throws you onto the bed, and you’re met with the visual of both men standing at the foot of the mattress, your body tingles with delight.

You can’t believe this is happening.

You can’t believe how excited your husband looks- and the hammering in your chest, the tingling between your legs, and the racing of your heart tells you how excited you are too.

“You two are both being really shy tonight, huh?” Mingyu laughs, shaking his head. “Here,” he gets onto the bed with you, sitting with his back against the headboard and patting the space between his legs for you.

Once you’re settled, leaning back against your husband’s chest and facing Wonwoo, you realize how similar this position is to how you often find yourselves situated on the couch. However, Wonwoo’s never had a hungry look in his eyes the way he does right now, a thought that makes your heart lurch again.

“Let's take these off.” Mingyu says, pressing a kiss to your neck as he grabs at your sweatpants. “Generally I'd let Wonwoo unwrap his present,” he tears your pants down and you kick them off the rest of the way, “but he’s obviously more into the waiting game than I am.”

“You know I'm more patient than you are, Gyu.” Wonwoo retorts for the first time, voice low, tone menacing.

“I know- but don’t you want to go first this time?”

“This time?” you squeak.

“He didn’t tell you?” Wonwoo’s gaze shifts to you, and the visual of him, combined with the low voice that you’ve honestly never heard from him before- it makes you lick your lips in anticipation. “This isn’t the first time me and Gyu will be sharing.”

Your heart lurches at the notion- you suppose maybe you should be jealous- but you can’t find it within yourself to be anything but excited- because this means they have practice working together- in more ways than just on stage, which would already make them a compatible pair for this sort of thing-

Mingyu hums happily, having felt your body shiver at the notion, and his warm hands find your thighs, spreading them for Wonwoo.

The man at the foot of the bed licks his lips, letting out a sigh. Then he pulls off his hoodie and shirt in one fluid motion, leaving his chest bare and beautifully on display.

“Guess he is going to go first,” Mingyu chuckles, suckling on your ear lobe. “Lucky you.”

“Unlucky you though,” Wonwoo says to his friend, putting one knee onto the bed, “because it means you’ll have to wait your turn.”

Mingyu’s hand slips under your shirt and he finds your breast, fingers tugging your bra down so he can access your nipple, which his thumb brushes over, making you shiver again, “i don’t mind.” The man behind you brings his mouth to your neck, pressing kisses there that make you whimper.

Wonwoo watches your expressions with a look of intense concentration, and he approaches you on the bed until he’s on his knees, your feet on either side of him- he’s right there, and you know your core has probably soaked through your panties by now-

Your legs start to close in shame, and Wonwoo’s hands find your knees, keeping them open. He has a ring on his pinky, like your husband does, to signify they’re part of a team, and while the coolness of it is familiar, and you’ve obviously touched Wonwoo’s hands before- having them on your bare skin like this makes you suck in a breath.

“Let me see you,” Wonwoo says, and you’re shocked by the confidence in his voice, his clear statements and commands- he’s nothing like the flustered guy who’d nearly knocked Vernon’s head in on the way into your apartment just ten minutes ago- and this new Wonwoo is incredibly sexy.

Mingyu’s the one that actually follows through with the command, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and removing it as quickly as he had your pants, leaving you in the cute little set you and Mingyu had spent an hour choosing.

“This is cute,” Wonwoo says reaching out and touching the soft blue lingerie that keeps you mostly hidden from him. Mingyu is still playing with your left breast, and his thumb repeatedly soothes over your nipple, sending pleasure coursing through your body that's eager to be let out in the form of a moan.

“Blue’s your favourite colour,” you whine, arching your back in an attempt to get more comfortable even as Mingyu’s fingers pinch your nipple, earning another soft moan that you try to keep in by sinking your teeth into your lower lip.

Wonwoo’s hand is cupping your jaw a moment later, thumb pulling your lip from your teeth. “Don’t stop your sounds. I want to hear them.”

“Bet he’s been dreaming about those pretty sounds for years, baby,” Mingyu chuckles against your neck, and you see Wonwoo visibly stiffen. “Come on you two, stop being so rigid-” Mingyu ruts slightly against your back and you can feel his cock, your hand instinctively moving behind you to find his length and cup it even through his pants.

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, digits moving from your breast to your jaw, knocking Wonwoo’s hand away so he can turn your face and access your lips. He kisses you eagerly, tongue invading your mouth- it’s such a weird position with Mingyu behind you, and you make an attempt to turn- to maybe get onto your own knees and face your husband- but Wonwoo has other ideas.

“So you’re both impatient.” His voice comes a moment before you feel his breath against your neck, and then a second pair of lips is worshiping your body. Where Mingyu is sloppy and eager, Wonwoo is precise and aggressive, easily finding your sweet spot and sucking at it.

You let out a moan, hips pushing forward, desperately needing something to touch you-

Mingyu stops kissing you, and the hand that had been on your jaw moves between your legs. Your husband's fingers find your clit through your panties and he immediately adopts a fast pace.

You close your eyes, opening your mouth to release more sounds of pleasure, only for your whimpers to be swallowed up by Wonwoo, who presses his mouth to yours for the first time.

You let out a squeak of surprise at the sudden, unexpected motion, but a moment later you’re wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, pulling the fluffy boy closer while Mingyu sends shivers of pleasure tingling outward from your core.

Wonwoo kisses you hard, but you feel him relax into it, his tongue entering your mouth briefly only to disappear, his teeth sinking into your lower lip and making you whine pathetically.

Wonwoo pulls away then, and your eyes snap open, desperation flooding your body as you attempt to keep him close, but he’s much too strong for you, and his attention shifts down.

You watch him take a deep breath, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. Your panties are off before you can even fathom Wonwoo’s movements, and a moment later he’s laying between your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs and dragging you towards his awaiting mouth.

His tongue is hot against your entrance, licking bottom to top and stopping to focus on your clit, which is already nearly throbbing from Mingyu’s previous toying. Your husband moves his hands to your breasts again now that Wonwoo has all but claimed your core, and Mingyu helps you remove your bra, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulders.

Your hands find Wonwoo’s hair and you rut against his face when he suctions his lips onto your clit, flicking at it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh my god!” you wail, head thrown back on Mingyu’s shoulder as Wonwoo forces an orgasm out of your body.

The combination of Wonwoo’s tongue, aggressively licking at you like you’re the tastiest ice cream he’s ever had the pleasure of receiving, and Mingyu’s worship of your breasts, makes your orgasm last achingly long- until your legs are quivering on either side of Wonwoo’s head.

Wonwoo finally lets up, straightening on his knees again, and you watch through hooded eyes as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“She tastes good huh?” Mingyu asks, nuzzling his nose against your neck and wrapping his arms around you to give you a squeeze of adoration.

“Better than good,” Wonwoo says lowley. Then he grabs the back of your head, leaning in to press his lips to yours. His tongue invades your mouth, and you can taste yourself there, a notion that has you whimpering and digging your nails into Mingyu’s thighs.

The moment Wonwoo releases your face, Mingyu is grabbing you, kissing you aggressively, and you know he’s hoping to taste you on your own lips- an idea that has your hips pushing forward and your hands grabbing at the waistband of Wonwoo’s pants.

Mingyu chuckles against your lips, then lets out a deep sigh, his chest rumbling behind you. “I think she wants you to fuck her Woo,” he says.

Wonwoo laughs. “Can she even take me yet?” His thumb finds your clit and he rubs you gently, but it’s still enough to send shocks running through your limbs. Your legs attempt to close- only for each man to grab a knee and hold it, working together in unison- a thought that is so incredibly sexy-

“She should be able to.” Mingyu’s free hand slips between your legs, and two digits enter your slicked core. You let out a gasp, pushing back against Mingyu, eyes clenching shut at the sensation of two different people simulating you at the same time. “Yeah,” Mingyu removes his digits much too soon and you whine, “she should be good- and baby-” Mingyu grabs your jaw, slipping the two fingers that had been inside of you past your lips, “who’s our dirty girl?”

You groan around his digits, eyes closing, so overcome by Mingyu that you forget to watch Wonwoo- and a moment later, fingers wrap around your ankle, tugging harshly, and dragging you from the warmth of your husband without so much as a warning.

Wonwoo flips you onto all fours easily, and you’re reminded that Mingyu had told him you enjoy manhandling. “Here,” Wonwoo adjusts you so your face is hovering over Mingyu’s crotch, “incase you want something to suck on while I fuck your brains out pretty girl.” A pause. “You ready?”

You let out a moan of desperation, pressing your face into Mingyu’s thigh and grabbing at the sheets. “Yes- Wonwoo- please-”

He pushes into you in one fluid motion, hands gripping your hips and keeping you exactly where he wants you, forcing you to simply stay still while your walls flutter around him, whole body shocked by the new intrusion. Pleasure courses through you, your toes curling and your teeth sinking into your lip as you get used to his length, which is fully buried into your aching core.

“Fuck,” Wonwoo groans behind you, and the one word of semi praise makes you shudder, pussy fluttering even more- “can’t believe-” Wonwoo pulls nearly all the way out of you, only to slam back in, forcing your face against Mingyu’s thigh, “you kept her all to yourself all this time-”

“Can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t be down for you to fuck her.” Mingyu retorts, hand finding your face and prompting you to open your eyes and look up at him. “Look at my pretty baby all fucked out and gorgeous- and he just started-”

You’ve always known Mingyu likes looking at you while you’re fucked- he enjoys mirrors and mutual masterbation- but you’d never considered he’d take it this far-

You wonder why the thought never crossed your mind- it feels so obvious now- Mingyu has always been the person who takes joy from seeing those he loves happy- but you never realized just how selfless - if that's even the right word - your husband is.

You grab at the waistband of Mingyu’s pants, pushing them down. Your husband chuckles at your new eagerness, and lifts his lips, helping you get his cock free of it’s confinements.

Your fingers latch onto Mingyu’s cock, guiding it to your mouth, and you immediately start bobbing your head, wanting - more than anything - to make Mingyu feel as good as you’re feeling right now.

Wonwoo is hitting all the right spots, his thrusts just the right amount of rough, and you feel yourself going closer and closer to the edge yet again.

You lick Mingyu sloppily, pumping him with your hand and gasping when you move off of him to catch a breath that’s cut off by a moan tearing through you when Wonwoo smacks your ass.

“You look like you’re good at that kitten.” Wonwoo coos, and your heart jumps at the pet name. “But, I bet I can make you cum faster than you can make him cum.”

“Wait-” Mingyu immediately tries to protest, but the damage is already done.

You’ve been challenged, and you never stand back from a challenge.

Your lips find Mingyu again, and you focus all your attention on the head of your husband's cock, sucking on him and moving your hand just the way you know he likes it- but then there’s another smack to your ass, and your entire body quivers, teetering on the edge.

You know there’s only one thing you can do to make Mingyu cum as quickly as you’re about to, and you sink your mouth onto his length, taking as much of him past your lips as you possibly can until he hits the back of your throat and you’re gagging, something that always causes an immediate reaction from your lover.

“Fuck- shit- fuck!” Mingyu grabs the back of your head, pulling you almost all the way off of him, but you refuse to relent, your hand moving quickly as you focus on his head again.

Wonwoo smacks your ass one final time, and you’re not sure who cums first- all you know is that all three of you topple over the edge, bodies moving of their own, primal, accord.

Moans fill the room, Wonwoo’s hips working you both through your orgasm while Mingyu cusses, hastily wrapping one hand over yours to make sure you keep a steady pace and grip on his cock, while the other grabs your discarded shirt to use in an effort not to get cum all over your face.

Wonwoo’s thrusts come to a stop around the same time Mingyu lets go of your hand, his cock empty of all it has to offer, and the man behind you pulls away, leaving you empty. Mingyu immediately collects you in his arms, and you watch Wonwoo head to the bathroom, pulling his pants back up in the process.

The curly haired man returns a few moments later with a warm, wet cloth, and he gets on the bed again, approaching you. Mingyu’s the one that taps your knees, prompting you to open your legs for Wonwoo to clean you up.

Wonwoo touches you gently, wiping at your entrance and being careful of your clit, which, when he does accidentally bump it, makes you quiver. “Sorry.” He apologizes, eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to finish his task.

Then Wonwoo hands the towel to Mingyu, and your husband gets rid of any lingering stickiness on his own body.

“I can’t believe-” Mingyu sighs, “you pretty much dared her to make me cum- I can’t believe you did that-”

Wonwoo grins, collapsing onto the bed next to you and Mingyu, he looks up at the ceiling, running a hand through curls you notice are damp with perspiration. “I thought it would be funny.”

Mingyu groans and you laugh.

“Now we have to wait for round two,” Mingyu whines.

“Well, we do,” Wonwoo says, turning onto his side, his hand reaches out and his fingers touch your knee, gliding down almost to your core before skittering back up. He smirks at you knowingly. “Do you want more?”

You nod before you even process the movement in your brain, and Wonwoo laughs.

He’s ethereal when he laughs.

“Mingyu, do you want to do the honours, or should I?” Wonwoo asks, sitting up and continuing the motions of his fingers on your leg, getting closer and closer to your core with each pass of his digits.

“Go for it.” Mingyu sighs, running a hand through his hair and adjusting you in his lap again so you’re more easily accessible for Wonwoo.

Mingyu watches Wonwoo get between your legs again, his fingers slipping into your core and making you dig your nails into Mingyu’s thighs again. The man behind you feels his cock twitch in excitement and he chuckles to himself, Mingyu should have propositioned the two of you months ago.

But he didn’t. And from the looks of it, Wonwoo is definitely attempting to make up for the lost time.

Mingyu enjoys it. Enjoys knowing you’re being pleasured, enjoys listening to your sounds and simply hugging you, pressing kisses to your skin, while his best friend works another orgasm out of you.

Mingyu’s been tired for a long time, you both have, and having someone with new, vibrant energy in the bedroom is a much needed break.

Chapter 11

“You know. SaeByeok kind of looks like Wonwoo.” Seungkwan says after looking at the baby in his hands long and hard for two minutes while Vernon makes ramen.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Vernon groans, immediately snatching the baby away from his friend.

“I’m just saying-”

“You’re being petty.” Vernon sighs. “SaeByeok obviously has Mingyu’s eyes, don’t you, you little princess?” He coos at the child, who grabs at Vernon’s face with a massive smile, her eyes crinkling up just like her father’s.

“This whole thing is weird,” Seungkwan says for the tenth time since showing up at Vernon’s place. He’d called Vernon not long after Vernon had picked up SaeByeok, and when Vernon had accidentally mentioned he’d run into Wonwoo on his way into your apartment while Vernon was on his way out- well, Seungkwan had insisted on coming to gossip. “Do you think if you ever got a girlfriend, hypothetically-”

“Right, because me getting a girlfriend is so crazy.” Vernon rolls his eyes, bobbing the baby on his hip while he brings food to the table.

“I just mean- if you did- would you let me fuck her because we’re best friends?”

Vernon sighs. He sits down and puts his chopsticks into his noodles.

Realizing he’s going to be ignored, Seungkwan pulls out the chair next to his friend.

“Come on- I mean, if it works for them-”

“We don’t even know if it’s going to work for them.” Vernon sighs. “If I let you sleep with my future hypothetical girlfriend, it would be way too much drama.”

“It would be? Or I would be?” Seungkwan asks loudly, teetering on the verge of a tantrum if Vernon doesn’t clean up his mess.

“It.” Vernon sighs. “Polyamory. It’s hard. Or so I've heard.”

Seungkwan is quiet for a moment, and then he asks, “so how long do you think this will last? Do you think we should be worried about our careers?”

Vernon takes a good minute to collect his thoughts before answering. “I wouldn’t worry about our careers,” he says. “I don’t think it will end badly, but I doubt this whole Wonwoo, Mingyu, Y/N thing will last long.”

Epilogue

“You’ve got your lunchbox?” Mingyu asks, checking SaeByeok for the seventh time since they left the car.

“Yes daddy.” SaeByeok groans, rolling her little eyes- something you’re sure she’s picked up from being around her uncles too often.

“And your sunscreen?” You double check it hasn’t fallen out of the side pocket of her bag yet again.

“Yes mommy.” SaeByeok rolls his eyes again and it makes you snicker, she’s beginning to look a little like Woozi with this level of exasperation.

“And you have your special bear?” Wonwoo questions, cocking a brow at the little girl standing outside preschool on her first day.

SaeByeok’s eyes widen, and she looks down to her coat pocket, which is empty.

Wonwoo is quick to produce the stuffie from behind his back, holding it out for SaeByeok to grab. “You left it in the backseat, honey,” he says. “Don’t worry, I won't tell uncle S.coups that you almost went to the first day without Bestie Bear.”

SaeByeok’s brows furrow, and then she’s lurching at the three of you, trying to capture you all in a hug that’s only made possible when Mingyu lifts her up, allowing a group hug with your daughter in the center- well, almost the center.

The newest addition to your little family, a four month old boy, is attached to his dad’s chest, and Wonwoo does his best to adjust for SaeByeok without waking her little brother.

“You’re going to do so well today!” Mingyu assures his daughter when she’s finally down on her feet again.

“And we’ll be here to pick you up in a few hours, okay?” You grin, reaching out to adjust the blue bow in your daughter’s hair, she’d picked it out herself.

SaeByeok nods.

“You can do this.” Wonwoo says, holding out his fist for his kid to bump, and you always find the hand size difference endearing.

As soon as Wonwoo makes the little explosion with his fist, SaeByeok grins, and she nods, “I can do this!” Then she turns and bounds off towards the school, leaving you, Mingyu, Wonwoo and your new baby in her wake.

“She’s not going to miss us at all. They grow up so fast” Mingyu frowns. Then he sighs, clapping his hands together in front of him before looking at you and Wonwoo. “Did one of you text Vernon to babysit or what?”

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