could you maybe write a fic where chan and reader did a really intense scene and she falls DEEP into subspace for the first time and she doesn’t know what’s going on and chan is js there to help pls🙏🥺
━━━━ ϐecause i’m still in love with you , b.c. x reader
a/n : omg i just saw bby ku-lia talk about sub space this was meant to be i have to write this RIGHT NOW
it was intense, and you couldn’t lie, chan was being kinda mean. as to be expected, you did ask him to degrade you after all, but now that your orgasm had come and gone, you were starting to worry if what he had been hissing in your ear were true. as chan rolled off of you, trying to catch his own breath, your mind started to whirl. your breath was sucked out from your body and you felt you couldn’t catch a proper breath as your mind started to convince yourself that chan was telling the truth when he had called you a slut and a cock whore.
you had never felt like this before, never had such a deep seeded feeling of sadness effect you this deeply before and you didn’t know how to react. your chest started to rapidly rise and fall as you desperately tried to catch your breath, tears trickling down your cheeks as you did your best to hide your shuddering breaths as to not alarm chan next to you.
but, of course, he noticed. as he rolled on his side to face you, chans face immediately dropped seeing your wet face, “baby? what’s wrong honey? you ok, did i go too hard?”
you couldn’t form words, just gasping for air as your bottom lip pathetically trembled. you wanted his comfort, wanted him to touch and hold you but as chan gently laid his hand on your cheek, you whimpered at the feeling. your body was so sensitive from just moments before when he was pounding into you. this had never happened to you before with sex, you knew that this was your first time having rougher sex, but didn’t think it would’ve effected you this much.
chan immediately pulled his hand back, studying your face before sitting up off the bed, “are you hurt baby?”
words still wouldn’t come to you so you just slightly shook your head. once chan realized that you weren’t in any immediate danger, he gave you a slight nod, his hand hovering over your skin before jumping off the bed and running to the kitchen to get you something to drink. your mind was still running wild, wondering if you had blown the whole relationship by being so weird after sex, this was probably a huge turn off for chan, he probably thought you were so strange.
when chan comes back in the room, he finds you now curled in on yourself, hugging your knees to your chest.
“sweetie? can you sit up for me? i got you some water, you need to drink.” his voice is calming and soothing and for a split second it makes all your dark thoughts slip away. but you don’t want to be any weirder in front of chan, so you force yourself to sit up and shuffle a bit closer to the edge of the bed, taking the glass from your boyfriend with shaky hands.
you bring it up to your lips and do your best to not let it dribble down your chin as you hold back sobs long enough to gulp down some water. he smiles softly, his shoulders relaxing seeing you do as he asked.
“feeling better?”
you just shrug, because you really don’t know how you’re feeling, everything still feels fuzzy like your mind is stuck in a fog and you don’t know if you’ve reached euphoria or if you’re utterly depressed.
chan nods, he knows what’s happening, this isn’t his first rodeo, “is it ok if i touch you? are you still sensitive?”
your voice comes out quiet and shaky, your throat still raw from getting throat fucked just mere minutes ago, “i don’t know…i think i feel a bit better?”
he nods again, slowly reaching out his arm to wrap it around your shoulder, studying your face intensely to see any signs of discomfort, but when he saw none, he continued. chan eventually wrapped you up in his arms, carefully pulling you into his chest, still pausing at every slight movement to check that you were ok. your body was still trembling slightly, the waves and physical shock from before still coursing through your veins, but you felt your brain slowing down, giving you the slightest peace of mind.
your boyfriend seemed to have been reading your mind as he quietly whispers, “you know i didn’t mean any of that, right? you’re not a slut or a dirty girl, you’re my perfect little angel,” one of his hands came up to cradle the side of your head, “you’re the light of my life honey, i was just saying it for the moment, i promise i don’t think less of you.”
you melted against his skin, your heart rate slowing as you focused on his words and the rising and falling of his chest. you didn’t respond to what he was saying, you didn’t need to, chan knew how you were feeling and what you were thinking. he just kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as he gently rocked you back and forth.
synopsis: this was NOT what you signed up for. You were originally hired to only babysit one kid. You thought it’d just be one. So how did one turn into eight?!
It was a one-off side job. Just a little something to get you by for the week.
Cash was short and you desperately needed any sort of income to shove down your landlord's throat before he curtly kicked you out to the curb.
Any amount was good. It'd all add up anyway.
And you were willing to do just about anything to get those sweet dollar bills between your crusty little fingers.
You had seen a post online. It was simple, and attracted you like a kid's magnet to the surface of a fridge.
A one day job. Good pay. Just looking after one mini rich kid.
How hard could it be?
You clicked 'apply' before you could even register your finger hovering over your mousepad. And before you knew it, you were standing in front of a house much too big to even be considered fair.
Your neck was cramping up just trying to take in the whole thing. The sheer size of it appeared to block the sun.
Just thinking about their passive wealth made you shiver in your shoes.
...Should I just rob them?
Good instincts. Bad morals.
To be fair, you were sure a singular item from this property could set you up for life.
"Oh! You must be the stand-in babysitter!"
Jolting on the spot, you whipped your head around to find not one soul near your vicinity.
What the...
"Yoo-hoo~ Over here!"
Ah.
Your eyes found the small electric box attached to the side of the gate's entrance.
The intercom.
"I'm so glad you could make it, my dear."
Straining your face at the foreign feeling of being liked for the bare minimum, you inched your face closer to the box. You hoped your appearance was being transmitted properly through their side of the screen, 'cause you sure as hell couldn't see them.
"Happy to be here." You smiled casually, earning a rather luxurious squeal from the speaker of the intercom.
"Why, aren't you just the cutest? Come on in, come on in!"
A dangerously loud buzz later, and the gate slowly opened itself unto you.
You had a mind to whistle in amazement, but you were half-sure that the intercom was still rolling, so you opted to behave like a normal human instead and act unimpressed.
It was just a gate anyway. 20 feet tall. Probably made out of vibranium and organically harvested gold bars all the way from Dubai.
With the kind and much needed help of one of their security staff, you managed to get inside without pocketing anything that looked mildly expensive, under your coat.
Mission failed successfully.
"Right this way."
The older security man guided you into a living room, then disappeared behind the door with a thud.
"Welcome." A deep voice spoke up from further inside the room.
A couple, perhaps below middle age, stood practically at each other's hip, smiling down at you with that peculiar wealthy-people-gaze that all the rich had.
"I see you got here in one piece." The man continued, an amusing lilt to his tone.
You blinked for a moment, wondering why he said it in such a suspicious way.
"Was...was that a rich people joke, or?..."
A beat of silence. Then laughter.
"Oh, my! You've got a humour to you~" The woman gleamed with pure joy.
"Anyway, we ought to get going! We have a reservation booked in two hours, and we would rather not be late for that."
Two hours. And they were going...now?
Nevertheless, you held her gaze, fighting the urge to stare at her in bewilderment. "Right," looking around the room, you failed to catch sight of the kid you were supposedly meant to take care of.
The parents were halfway out the door, already prepared to flee the scene and you nearly lunged at them in panic because where the hell was the kid?!
"Sorry," your voice came out much louder than you intended. "Where is the kid?"
As if struck by lightning, the mother guffawed richly, slapping her husband's shoulder with so much force he nearly blasted through the door.
You don't recall saying anything funny, but it seemed like you standing there, eyes lost and looking stupid as ever, was enough for her to nearly keel over laughing.
...Okay then.
Her amusement finally came to an end as she sent you a blisteringly pearly white smile. Her dentist must've been making racks off her canines.
"Goodness! I nearly forgot!"
Your eyes widened by a fraction.
She nearly forgot about her child?
"Our little Seungmin is in the room next door...or was he upstairs?"
Because of course she couldn't remember.
Stretching your lips the furthest they could possibly go in your current situation, you let out a fabricated laugh, tilting your head for extra effect.
"It must be hard to remember with all these rooms." You mused a little passive- aggressively.
"Honestly! Finally someone who understands me~"
You closed your eyes.
"Anyway! I'm sure you'll find him in his room... somewhere. Toodles!~"
"Wait! Where is his roo—"
Bang!
A cold sigh was the only thing you could muster. Mind going through all sorts of regret.
Just think about the money. Think about the money. Think about the money.
Garnering your self control, you assessed your environment.
The house was rather clean and the entirety of it remained so silent that you could probably hear a pin drop.
Huh. The place is quieter than I thought. Maybe he's a mellow kid.
Snorting in victory, you felt your shoulder begin to relax.
Okay, I can do this. This will be easy pea—
A barrage of countless concerning sounds rumbled from directly above you.
The slowest you've ever done, you lifted your head to the ceiling, narrowing your eyes at it like it personally offended you.
"That better not have been the kid."
You couldn't afford the long-winded explanation of how a 7 year old got a toothbrush up his nose. So without a moment to spare, you exited the living room, moving up the steps with great haste.
The sound had mysteriously vanished by the time you got up the first set of stairs, and for a second you wondered if you overreacted. After all, it could've been falling furniture...
Right, you weren't being delusional at all.
There was genuinely nothing to panic about(?)
Choosing to move in a calmer manner, you made your way through the various doors in the house until you reached one specific door that looked a little bit different from the others.
A tiny, singular, SpongeBob sticker at the foot of the door.
You felt like Sherlock Holmes with the way you were looking for clues.
But this had to be it.
Your fingers hugged the handle, took in one last breath, and plastered the friendliest smile you could muster.
You opened the door—
And immediately wanted to close it back up and pretend you didn’t see anything.
"NOOO! THAT'S MY DINOSAUR—"
"—Get off of me!"
"Where's my pet spider gone?"
"Is that poop on the floor?"
"Let's eat it and see if it tastes like chocolate!"
"Jeongin did an oOpsie!" One of them laughed like there was truly anything to laugh about.
Shaking your head in disbelief, your eyes glazed over in animated tears.
You were practically looking at the worst case scenario.
This couldn't be happening right now.
And just when your brain was ready to deny reality, a fat load of something gooey and suspiciously green, slapped you square in the face.
You felt your body stumble to the ground in disgust.
Your worst mistake.
Like ants to an abandoned apple, thousands of little people toppled over you with squeals of joy.
A deer to a pack of lions.
"Argh—wait—ooF!" One of them accidentally stepped on your stomach, knocking the wind out of you.
"Guys!—" More hands tickling you.
"—Kids—" A scream right next to your ear.
"People?!" A dirty foot in your mouth.
You nearly gagged at the smell and fluff from the sock.
Lurching forward with your arms open and ready to catch any falling babies, you quickly skedaddled your way off the floor—finally standing to your full height.
How they coordinated such a well-planned attack was beyond you.
"Everyone stop!"
They successfully looked at you for the hurtful span of one second, then resumed their chaos.
"I said, STOOOOP!" At the raise of your voice, they all froze in place.
Seriously, how did one kid multiply into eight??
You had to be getting paid eight times the amount or you were suing.
Huffing between each word, you looked at them dead in the eye. One by one. The most intimidating glower to your eyes.
"Which. One. Is. Seungmin?"
...All mini hands pointed to one direction.
The boy gulped.
Then took off running.
"No—" one of the kids hugged your leg just as you were about to stretch for Seungmin.
Curly set of brown hair and a protective glint, the small child screamed after the fleeing boy, a commander to his troops.
"Run Seungmin! Get away before the evil witch gets you!"
Wha— Evil witch?!
One hand was all you needed. You grabbed the troublemaker with ease, tucking him under your arm.
Turning to the others with a warning look, you quickly grinned after realising how threatening you probably looked. The evil witch comment still ringing in your head.
"Kids. Stay right here, or you won't get any gummies." And you bolted off running.
Your eyes locked on every corner of the house, random kid still in your arms as you searched diligently for the main character of the story.
"Here Seungmin, Seungmin. Come here boy."
"He's not a dog, you know?" The boy in your arms commented lightly. His big eyes peered up at you, unimpressed.
You felt a vein twitch in your forehead.
He had to be the oldest one. His clear height difference aside, he had that seasoned and advanced technical-attitude that could annoy just about any inexperienced adult.
Sighing, you looked at him.
"What's your name?"
He turned his head away from you with a hmph.
"Not telling ya!"
"Do you wish to be set free?"
With the loudest gasp ever, he turned back to you. "Yes!"
"Then tell me your name." You demanded blankly.
"It's Chris!"
"Awesome. Nice to meet you, Chris."
You in fact, did not let him go.
But good news, you found Seungmin. Now...to get him out...
Dark orbs blinked back at you from the most exaggeratedly high cupboard known to man.
He was in the kitchen. And rich people always had lavish kitchens with the type of ceilings and assortments that would fit the likes of a biblically accurate nephilim.
"Seungmin, get down from there. It's dangerous." You carefully inched closer to him, gently plopping Chris to the ground. He was just as worried as you, looking on with huge eyes.
"Who are you?" It was the first time you heard him speak, and you couldn't help but think he'd know who you were if he didn't run off like a wanted criminal at the mere sight of you.
But he was a kid. And kids didn't know better.
You softly told him your name, stretching your arms out towards him.
"Come now, I'll catch you. Just trust me, okay?"
"I'm not scared."
Okay, but you were.
Feigning amazement, you gasped. "That's amazing, you're so brave!"
You tried one more time, making sure to keep eye contact during the whole process. "Should we go tell the others how brave you are?"
The boy looked at you pensively.
He didn't move for what felt like minutes, but eventually, he nodded his head with a small smile.
Your heart started beating again.
"Great! Come on then," you made grabby hands and he successfully leapt into your arms with no scratches involved.
Pulling him into your warmth, you held him close for a while, before reaching out your weaker hand to Chris.
"You too, buddy."
His chubby fingers closed in on half your hand and you would've melted at the cuteness had it been for how fast your heart was beating.
That was a close one.
You honestly didn't know how you got that under control.
A slow breath filtered through your lips.
The fact that one child had nearly become one with the kitchen floor in the sad span of ten minutes made you wonder how you were going to get through the rest of the day.
You looked down at the tiny hand still clasped around yours.
Chris.
Then over to the little boy nestled comfortably against your hip.
Seungmin had wrapped both arms around your neck at some point during the walk to the stairwell. Whether out of muscle memory or because carrying was simply more fun than walking, you couldn’t quite tell.
"...Okay." Your voice came out quieter this time. “Let’s get back to the others.”
To your surprise, they listened. No screaming. No running. No climbing suspicious cupboards.
Just Chris' tiny feet padding against the ground, and Seungmin's fluffy hair against your skin.
By the time you got back to Seungmin's bedroom, the others had managed to calm down.
Kind of.
Two of them were silently sprawled out on the ground with their eyes closed and you couldn't quite tell if they were sleeping or practicing a new yoga pose. Three of them doodled across the white wall. And one of them was hiding under the bed, for some reason.
Taking a lasting look at the wall that was now something between pink and army green, you pried your eyes to meet the gaze of the one under the bed.
He appeared to be the smallest, quietly watching you from the dark he shielded himself in.
"Hey guys," you started lightly, your feet walking you into the room. Chris, who had now let go of your hand, ran into the room and quickly grabbed one of his dinosaur figures.
"I think we started off on the wrong foot." Seungmin started wriggling against your grasp, so you lowered him too.
You now had the full attention of a bunch of tiny people again.
"My name is [name], and I'm here to play with you for a bit." You scratched your head, unsure of what else to say.
"Anyway," your eyes roamed around the room slowly.
"Wait..."
One.
You blinked.
Two.
Three.
Four…
“…Seven?”
Your stomach dropped.
"Where's number eight?"
For some odd reason, this was the time that all of them decided to collectively be the quietest they've ever been.
Feeling your breath cut short, you were just about to lose it all over again when—
"I'm here."
You looked down.
A tiny blonde head poked out from behind your leg.
How did he even get there? He was just drawing on the wall a second ago?
Your eyes followed the way his body moved to stand next to another short and fluffy-looking fellow.
Right.
Children were short.
You cleared your throat, ready for this day to be over-with.
"Okay. Roll call, everyone."
Blank stares.
A breath through your nose and a face palm to your face.
"...Names." You corrected, and the room burst with oohs and ahhs of understanding.
"I'm Felix!" The blonde piped up with a cute smile. Which would've been healing if it didn't trigger a mass eruption.
"No, you're not!"
"Yes, I am!"
"My name is Lee Know—"
"His name is Jonathan, actually."
"What?"
"I'M HYUNJIN!"
"No, I'M Hyunjin."
"Can we all be Hyunjin?"
"I'm Spiderman." Came the calmest voice yet, and you looked down to find Seungmin with the straightest face.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache blossoming right behind your eyes.
“One at a time!”
A moment of silence. Then eight mouths immediately began talking at once all over again.
Spectacular.
Deciding democracy was dead, you spent the next several minutes pointing at random children and assigning identities.
"You."
"Han."
"You?"
"Minho." A kid with bored eyes looked at you.
"...Right. You!"
"JEONGIN!"
You couldn't help but coo a little. "And you're Seungmin."
“…Spiderman,” the boy corrected, frowning deeply. “I’m not Seungmin.”
There was a long pause of you just staring at him with no particular emotion.
"Spiderman it is."
"If he's Spiderman, can I be Changbin?" Felix questioned innocently, still standing close to the one and only Changbin.
The corner of your mouth twitched. But before you could lose your battle against a smile, a tiny voice intervened.
“My tummy’s says it's hungry.”
Quiet.
All heads snapped towards the speaker.
"Me too!"
"And me..."
"I'm starving."
"Can I eat the crayons?"
"No." You didn't even have to know who was speaking to answer that one.
"What about your shoes?"
"What the... no!" You eyed Hyunjin weirdly.
"Then what about—"
"How about we all go downstairs for some nice, healthy food?"
Sixteen pairs of eyes stared at you like you had just grown eight heads.
"Yuck!"
"Healthy?..." One of them repeated, sounding genuinely petrified.
Putting your hands up in surrender, you raised your eyebrows at your rookie mistake.
"Okay, okay, fine. Let's just go see what you have in the kitchen. No healthy. Promise."
They looked at you for a moment, skeptical and distrustful until one of them, Jeongin, screeched out of nowhere.
"I WANT DINO NUGGIES!"
Words couldn't begin to express how perplexed you were at the sheer ability of this kid permanently speaking in caps.
"I want pizza!"
Before another rowdy battle could commence, you shushed them gently, gathering them up in a little bunch.
"The road to the kitchen is dangerous, children. We must look out for the crocodiles below and walk slowly and quietly in single file."
The kids gasped dramatically, turning to each other and grabbing themselves tightly. Minho, ever the smart one, silently looked at you.
"I don't see any crocodiles. Are you lying?"
Jeez, where is your imagination, kid?
Nevertheless, you narrowed your eyes into a careful squint. "They're surrounding us, can't you see them? Look!"
You pointed at a random direction that accidentally ended up being next to Han. The poor kid nearly burst out crying when you told him there was one approaching from behind.
Admittedly, it earned a short laugh out of you.
"Alright. We have to be quiet, guys. Follow me."
And so, your journey to the kitchen began.
One after another, little pads of feet trickled after your tall form. The soft sound of various mini socks plopping down against the carpeted floor.
Felix kept on accidentally stepping on Han's heels.
Minho walked with his hands clasped behind his back, feeling like some sort of mini dictator.
You were sure he was silently judging your whole existence. You just couldn't prove it.
Chris was up-front and tasked with the responsibility of holding Hyunjin's hand because Hyunjin stopped every few seconds due to something shiny catching his eye.
And you.
You fully embraced your new role as mother duck.
Once again, another kid, Jeongin this time, had declared your arms superior to his own legs. His limbs latching unto you like a dedicated leech.
A tiny Changbin waddled along the hallway, little arms swinging by his sides without a single care in the world, visibly unbothered at the growing distance between him and his peers.
You glanced over your shoulder.
They were all present, and without complaints.
Step.
Step.
Step.
The rest of the children, including you, had already reached the foot of the staircase.
They waited quietly, which sort of surprised you as you had half-expected the majority of them to scurry off to who-knows-where as soon as their feet touched the ground floor.
Changbin, meanwhile, had yet to take a single step, still contemplating the concept of moving forward.
Placing Jeongin on the floor despite his cute lament, you made your way back to him.
"...Hey buddy."
He looked up.
"We're going downstairs, for food." You spoke slowly, just in case he didn't get the memo.
He gave you one big nod.
"I know." He shuffled his feet to the edge of the first step.
"Almost there." He muttered to himself, carefully climbing down one step with his entire body.
You waited.
He made another microscopic shift, and plopped down another step.
"..."
His tongue poked out in concentration as you watched him move in a speed you didn't think was possible.
"...Would...you like me to carry you or...?"
"Shh." He raised his palm to you without even looking at you. His little face scrunched up as though you’d just proposed the most ridiculous idea imaginable.
"I'm a big boy. I got this."
You pursed your lips, fighting the urge to smile.
"Alright. Suit yourself, buddy."
You stayed by his side through it all, learning the ins and outs of what patience truly meant.
Eventually, by some miracle, you got everyone in the kitchen in one piece.
Huzzah.
And to add the cherry on top, you discovered a concerningly large bag of dino nuggets in the freezer.
Double huzzah.
The kitchen was filled with the strangely calming sounds of little mouths happily demolishing breaded dinosaurs.
You yourself were seated in the middle, munching on your very own plate full of nuggs.
You took a bite.
...
Huh.
It was surprisingly calm for a lunch table of eight kids.
Your eyes glanced towards the oversized clock mounted above the kitchen entrance.
2:14 p.m.
Okay. Not bad. You were doing good.
Only six hours and forty-six minutes left to go.
...Easy peasy.
The late-lunch rolled to an end and the boys were practically a spectacle of burping dragons.
Taking your time, you got the dishes cleaned, wiped the surfaces, swept the floor in case of any runaway crumbs and sat the kids down in a line on Seungmin's ridiculously large couch.
That thing looked like it could sit 50 people and a small colony of pandas.
With your hands on your hip, you smiled down at them.
"Right. What do kids do after lunch? Answers, anyone?..."
You peered at them, fully expecting at least one hand to go up but they just stared at you blankly. So much for your compulsory engagement.
You released a breath.
"TV. They watch TV. Is this your first time being a kid or something?" You snorted at your own joke.
More bland stares.
"Alright, alright. Tough crowd. Jeez."
Anyway, the plan was simple.
Serenade their tiny little brains with the irresistible hypnotism of kids TV. The hours would pass by like a breeze. Parents come home. You get paid. Happily ever after.
It was practically foolproof.
Moving to find what you would've guessed to be a magical switch to materialise the TV from nowhere, you stopped dead in your tracks at the lack thereof.
A tiny silence.
"Seungmin, where's your TV?"
The little boy could only shrug at your confused look..
"I don't know."
Your smile dropped in record time.
"Wha...what do you mean you don't know? Don't you watch TV?"
He thought for a moment.
Then shrugged again.
You dragged your hands across your face.
"I don't think we have one." He finished proudly.
The happiness in his tone nearly sent you over the edge.
"This house is the size of a small city."
He nodded.
"It has fifteen bathrooms."
"Yup!"
"It has a gate that could survive mass destruction."
"...Mhm." (He had no idea what you were talking about.)
"And you're telling me," you inhaled sharply, drawing your hands in front of him like a helpless victim. "...you don't own a television?"
Big eyes blinked up at you innocently.
"Nope."
Haha.
You fought to hold in your tears.
"What do you even do all day?"
"I torment my toys and scare the cleaners."
You weren't even going to unpack that. Nor question how he knew the word torment.
"And sometimes I hide from the security guards too."
At this, you raised a brow. "...Why?"
He didn't even answer you, little face in complete seriousness, as if reliving the moment of pain.
Then, with a whisper and an unfocused stare—"They always find me."
"Then what on Earth do the rest of you do?"
Chris spoke first.
"I watch TV."
Felix nodded.
"Yeah, me too. I watch Hell's Kitchen."
You were going to ignore that.
"Wait... but if you watch TV... how come he doesn't?"
They all shrugged at you, little pouts to their lips.
"I don't know."
Why did nobody know?!
"Don't you live together?" Voice quiet and exhaustingly perplexed.
"...No?"
"You're not siblings?!"
Seven confused faces, and a smiley Jeongin.
"I don't think so." Comes Chris' small voice.
"We're just having a sleep over." Hyunjin adds, and you can feel your brain giving up.
"Oh..."
Everything suddenly made sense.
The lack of information.
The parents fleeing.
The over-joyed laughter of freedom.
No wonder the job listing wasn't popular.
Finding one babysitter willing to watch one child was difficult enough.
Finding one willing to watch eight?
...Actually.
Your mind wondered back to the suspiciously enticing pay-rate.
Yeah, you still would've accepted.
"...You know what."
You pinched the bridge of your nose, thinking of any do-able replacement that would entertain a 7 year old.
"Let's just play charades."
You spent far longer than you’d care to admit searching for a television that apparently didn’t exist. Even after Seungmin repeatedly told you he really didn't own one.
"Not even a secret one?" You had asked.
To your absolute horror, he just quietly held your hand.
Charades began despite your silent mourning.
You mumbled answers half-heartedly, your attention split evenly between all the dramatic flailing and the increasingly aggressive protests coming from your stomach.
It was Han's turn to act.
"...Chicken?" You chipped in.
"No."
"...Employment!"
Han stared at you in complete disbelief.
"No!—"
"—Changbin!"
Okay, you got a little carried away with that one. Said boy just looked up at you, confused.
You ruffled his hair affectionately, catching the way your lips tugged upwards with no warning.
You immediately straightened your face.
Han couldn't help the huff at his cheeks.
"It was a hubba-blubba."
"..."
Blinking at him, you raised your brow, lost as ever.
"What's... a hubba-blubba?"
He looked offended.
“You know.”
“No. I...don't think I do, actually.”
“A hubba-blubba.”
You turned to the others.
"Do you know?"
"Yeah, a hubba-blubba."
You suddenly felt very outnumbered.
"Right. That. My bad for not knowing. Anyway, who wants to go up next?"
One small hand from the excited blonde decorated in freckles.
"Okay, Felix. The stage is yours pal."
It started off pretty normal, everyone pitched in with their own guesses and you felt an odd sense of familiarity at the dramatic hand gestures the little boy was doing.
You tried to beat them at their own game and offer a nonsensical answer only to be completely humbled by what Felix was actually acting out.
"Sorry bud. No one got the answer. What was it?"
"I was being you."
A beat of silence.
Your eyes lazily watched him unblinkingly.
He stared right back.
"I don't move like that."
"Yeah, you do," said Minho because he's your number one opp.
"I do?"
Eight heads nodded with alarming urgency.
You narrowed your gaze. "Okay, well I don't sound like that."
Quiet snickers.
Guilty stolen glances.
Felix even copied the little squint you’d been giving them all afternoon, folding his arms and tilting his head with surprising accuracy.
You sighed.
"That is deeply offensive."
The giggles around the room amplified.
You watched them for another long second, expression unreadable.
Then, with what little dignity you had left, you stood up.
"Dinner time."
Dinner ended up being far less of a battle than anticipated.
Mostly because the boys had abandoned the idea of helping altogether. Which was great for you.
Instead, they perched themselves around the kitchen island like a family of curious meerkats, little heads just barely peeking over the countertop.
It was a rather memorable image.
Every time you reached for something, sixteen eyes followed.
The pan slid across the hob. Their heads slid along with it.
You opened the fridge and you'd see them all leaned ever so slightly to see inside.
It was mildly unsettling.
And eccentrically endearing.
When the food was finally ready, you barely had the time to open your mouth before eight pairs of sock-covered feet padded towards the table in perfect unison.
Each child climbed into the same seat they’d claimed earlier that afternoon.
Almost as if they'd been eating dinner with you for years and not the collective span of seven hours.
Pouring out a cup of juice for everyone, you watched them begin to tuck in with a warm smile.
Your heart blossomed ever so slightly.
This time, you didn't argue with it. You let it linger. Allowing yourself to sink in the soft ambiance of random coughs and clattering cutlery.
The same routine followed, after all food was safely secured in mini versions of 'beer bellies'.
You silently washed the plates, Chris by your side, rhythmically passing you each used item.
You quietly thanked him every time.
The others had opted to try and clean the table. And you had to admit, they did a pretty decent job for their size.
Slowly but surely, the majority of them began to disappear out of the kitchen as the cleaning intensified.
Chris was still there though.
The soft sound of the broom to the floor.
"Aren't you going to go with the rest of them?"
Wherever they went...
A small yawn left him. His eyes blinking at the speed of a retired turtle.
"It's okay. I'm not tired yet. I can stay with you."
You pursed your lips and didn't push it further.
Once the cleaning was done, your eyes drifted to the clock above.
7:49 p.m.
Wow. You had survived. And all eight children were still alive.
An achievement worthy of the Guinness book records.
Sliding your orbs over to Chris, you reached your hand out.
His soft hands took yours immediately.
Not a single verbal exchange took place.
The two of you walked back into the living room, and to your surprise, a nest had been made.
A nest made out of tiny children.
It was almost like watching a family of cubs squeezing into their cave during hibernation.
Adorable. But their joints must've hurt.
Before letting go of Chris' hand, you assured him you'd be back, and hopped upstairs.
You returned in under a minute, blankets wrapped around you like sashes.
Making your way closer to them, you carefully began the process of untangling intertwined limbs.
One by one, you placed each sleepyhead on the long couch, leaving a space in the middle where you'd be able to watch over all of them.
Jeongin was last. He was practically already in his REM sleep. The food-coma hit him like a truck.
You handled him softly as you took your position in the centre, Chris following closely and fixing himself at the end.
You let out a yawn, starting to feel sleepy yourself.
Chris had already rested his head on Felix's back, his eyes fighting the pull of slumber to no avail.
You watched him very slowly fall asleep too, a snoring Jeongin against you.
They were all asleep.
With the free hand you had left, you threw the blankets over them.
You couldn't tell the time as there was no clock in the living room. And for once, you couldn't care less.
You listened in on the gentle breaths around you. The automatic lights shutting off at the lack of movement.
You blinked in and out of consciousness, fighting the urge to relax.
At some point you felt Changbin's head on your leg whilst Hyunjin opted for embracing your arm.
You were tangled along with them.
Another yawn.
You blinked.
Just once.
And your body gave in to the pull.
You didn't recall hearing the front door open, but a gentle shake was all it took for you to groggily awake in alert-mode.
Your arms held Jeongin tighter instinctively, despite not even knowing what was going on yet.
"Oh my goodness."
A familiar voice.
The mother stood a few metres away, one hand covering her mouth whilst the other tapped on her screen, aggressively snapping away.
The father appeared behind her, equally stunned.
Erm...
"I've never seen them this quiet before." The father's voice whispered.
"I've never seen them asleep before!" The mother whisper-yelled.
"They look comfortable....I think they like her."
Finally collecting the strength to fully open your eyes, you blinked up at the couple that were staring you down like you were some sort of exotic bird.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Kim." Your head tried to bop back to sleep but you persevered.
"I hope your date went well." Your sentence died out as your lids closed again.
They softly laughed at your exhaustion.
You don't remember how it happened, but somehow, you got separated from the kids' embrace.
You were still half-asleep when you felt the satisfying bundle of cash against your palm.
"You did great. Thank you for your hard work today."
It was the father that walked you out to the gate. Which mildly surprised you as you half-expected for them to send a security guard instead.
He disappeared back into the house and you stood without making any motion to leave.
Your eyes stared blankly at the compound, wad of cash now safely secured in your pocket.
You know...
With a tired smile, you turned around, finally starting your way back home.
Chan and company make it to Changbin's childhood home, giving him the opportunity to meet some of his family.
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The next day passes in a blur, the journey taking a bit longer than it typically would, but Jisung was right about the darkness making it easier to move through the city. About 20 minutes outside the village, Felix artfully wraps a scarf around Chan’s head in hopes that the encroaching dark will be enough of a disguise.
“Perfect!” He announces once he’s satisfied with how it lays. The little minx surprises them all when he smacks a kiss right on Chan’s lips before bounding over to take Changbin’s arm. When no one moves, all staring between him and the wide-eyed prince, Felix just shrugs. “I wanted to make sure I’m not last. Let’s go, I’m hungry.”
Seungmin, Jisung, and Minho laugh, Jeongin covers his face with his hand and groans, and Hyunjin seems like he’s checking in on Chan. Changbin, for his part, kind of wants to laugh but feels like he should say something. “Lix, I know he’s kissed some of us, but remember we agreed to do things at his pace.”
“To be fair,” Felix smirks. “It was just a peck, and sometimes it’s nice to let others make the first move. I hate waiting.”
Changbin sighs. “I know, but just let him come to you, baby. If it helps, you’re not the only one feeling a little impatient. It’s like acknowledging my feelings out loud to everyone has me buzzing, waiting to see if he’ll return them.”
“Aw, Binnie,” Felix coos. He hugs the arm closest to him, shamelessly feeling up Changbin’s bicep while rubbing his face against his shoulder. “I’m sure he will. You know what Hyuni told us.”
“I know, I know,” Changbin says simply, because he does. Everything has moved quickly enough with Chan already, he can wait. Unlike Felix and Jisung, Changbin can be extremely patient when he needs to be.
The rest of the walk is easy. Changbin sneaks a few peeks back at Chan every now and then. He’s flanked by Hyunjin and Seungmin, and the headscarf is doing its job. Still, he catches a glimpse at his face, pleased to see a smile as he takes in the street food stands and goodies glittering in shop windows. It strikes him that Chan has been ‘dead’ for weeks, holed up in their cabin when he used to spend a good part of each week going out into town to see his people. He must miss it.
The front door to his family home opens before his first foot even lands on the porch. “My boys are home!” His mother Mido shouts joyously, rushing down the front steps. As expected, the first thing she does is throw her arms around Seungmin before grabbing him by the face to look him over thoroughly as though that alone will allow her to determine how to cure his magic cold.
Strong arms come around Changbin as he watches the scene. “Good to see you, Appa,” he says, not needing to look to see which of his fathers is hugging him.
“How was the journey, son?” Dongseok asks, keeping an arm around his shoulder.
“It was good,” Changbin responds. He watches as the rest of his parents greet his partners and a shy Chan. He finally turns to look at him. “They’re going to be chill with him, right?”
Dongseok gives him a skeptical look. “You know your mothers, right? And when they heard you’d be here for dinner, a few of your siblings showed up.”
“Appa, really?” Changbin asks in exasperation. “People are supposed to think he’s dead. The more people know about him, the more dangerous it is!”
“These aren’t ‘people,’ Changbin-ah. This is your family.”
“You know that’s not what I mean!” Changbin huffs. “Who’s here?”
“Everything alright, honey?” Hyunjin is beside him before Dongseok can even answer. He lays a gentle hand on Changbin’s arm, concern alighting in his eyes.
Dongseok immediately pulls the empath in for a hug. “Changbin-ah is just concerned that a few of his siblings are waiting inside, but they won’t betray your trust.”
“Fine, whatever,” Changbin mutters, earning a narrow eyed glare from his father. He mumbles an apology for his disrespect before turning to address the rest still gathered on the lawn. “Let’s all get inside. I’m sure dinner is getting cold.”
This has his mothers ushering everyone toward the door. They file in past him, headed for the dining room. When Chan is about to pass, Changbin takes his arm. “Chan, just so you know, my parents told my siblings we’d be here, so a few of them have decided to visit as well. I’m sorry I didn’t know until now, or I would’ve warned you, asked if it is okay. I’ll impress upon them the need for secrecy, but if you’re uncomfortable with more people knowing you’re here, I can take you somewhere else.”
Chan considers him for a moment. “It is still your family, which is who you said would be here. If you trust them, that’s all I need to know. Because I trust you,” Chan adds that last bit shyly.
It warms Changbin’s heart. He offers his hand, relishing the feeling when Chan takes it. As he leads him up the stairs to the door, he thanks him and tells him, “I hope you know that I’ll do everything I can to keep you from harm.”
Together they enter the dining room, where nearly everyone has claimed a seat. The table is laden with delicious smelling foods, but none have been served yet. They left the two between Inyoung and Mido for them. Changbin pulls out the chair for Chan, guiding him to sit. Then, he kisses Inyoung’s cheek as he sits down. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you earlier, Eomma.”
“Nonsense. I had so many handsome young men vying for my attention, I hardly noticed,” Inyoung jokes.
Across the table, Myungshin scoffs, “Darling, you know you shouldn’t be so shameful until you reach at least my age.”
“Oh Keun Imo, isn’t there hardly a difference between you?” Felix asks. Myungshin pinches his cheek and coos.
Jongkook speaks up then. “My son, where are your manners? You apologize to one mother but continue to ignore the rest of us and fail to properly introduce this lovely man.” He gestures to Chan, who blushes deeply.
“Sorry, Dad. It’s really wonderful to see you all,” Changbin says immediately. Jongkook’s tone and affect show that he’s not being serious, but he feels a touch of shame all the same. He takes Chan’s hand again, under the table this time. “This is Chan.”
There’s a small chorus of greetings. Then Changbin is pointing to each member of his family as he names them. “These are my mothers: Myungshin, Inyoung, and Mido. My fathers, Dongseok and Jongkook. Woozi is my older brother. Jihyo is my older sister, and this is one of her partners, Momo. And Ryujin and Chaeryeong are my younger sisters.”
“I never thought I’d meet a prince!” Chaeryeong nearly squeals. “Your Highness, will you tell us what it’s like at court?”
“Chae, stop, ” Seungmin hisses beside her, eyes on Chan.
Chan gives him a weak smile as Chaeryeong whines asking what’s wrong with what she said. “I am honored to meet you all, but I would ask that you treat me as any other. I am no longer a prince and would greatly appreciate if you didn’t address me as such,” Chan tells them all.
Chaeryeong mumbles out an apology. More than one of Changbin’s parents look at Chan with pursed lips before meeting each others’ gazes to have a silent conversation.
“It’s okay, really,” Chan tells her, hand reaching out though he knows he can’t touch her from this distance. Seungmin finishes the action for him, laying a hand on hers gently. “Maybe after dinner I can answer some questions for you, if you’d like.”
“That’d be awesome,” Ryujin says with a smile. “Thank you!”
“Woozi, Changbin, girls, why don’t you all grab a dish and start serving,” Dongseok says. When more than one of the guys tries to offer to help or reaches out to grab something, he clicks his tongue. “Until you agree to a wedding ceremony, you’re all still guests in our house. Kim Seungmin, youth spent here means that you can help as well, but the rest of you can wait patiently.”
Felix lets his eyes shine gold for just a few seconds, not long enough to actually see anything. He gives a mischievous smile as a new tinkle alights in his eyes. “I think that we’ll all be more open to that in the near future.”
“Stop teasing, Lix,” Minho says immediately before any of Changbin’s mothers can react. “We haven’t made any decisions, and there are a few things to discuss.” His eyes subtly flick over to Chan. Changbin might’ve missed it if he hadn’t been focused on him.
Even without everyone helping, they make quick work of filling all the plates and bowls around the table. Conversation from then on is relaxed, no touchy subjects broached. Jihyo and Momo talk about their other partners, while the younger girls try to deflect by gossiping about the rest of their siblings. Woozi surprises them by supplying a few bits of gossip of his own, though Changbin gets the sense that he does so to help keep the conversation away from Chan.
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They don’t leave the table until hours later when Inyoung recommends they all wash up from the journey and start turning in. With Woozi, Jihyo and Momo, and Ryujin and Chaeryeong all in different rooms, that leaves two rooms for them to use. His parents have long since transitioned their childhood rooms into guest rooms, but Changbin still likes being able to stay in the room he once shared with his older brother Mingyu. Each room now contains two decent sized beds, so they’ll pair off for the night. Minho, Jeongin, Jisung and Jeongin take Nayeon and Jeongyeon’s old room, while he, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Chan will be in his.
As he bids goodnight to Myungshin and Inyoung, his mothers once again comment on how nice it is to have Seungmin and Jeongin around when so many people are staying in the house.
“You say that like Dad doesn’t have spells for filling and heating the tubs,” Changbin says, but he can’t hide the pride on his face at the praise of his loves’ abilities. “Do you guys need anything before I turn in for the night?”
“Our sweet boy,” Myungshin coos, pinching his cheek softly. “We’re fine. Go rest up. You all agreed to wake early tomorrow, and you’ll want to be well rested for your travels.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Changbin quips with a little salute. As he heads toward his room, he hears Chan emerging from the bathroom and greeting Mido. Before he turns the corner, he pauses when he hears what she’s saying.
“– know that I’m particularly invested in magic, yes? Hyunjinnie told me about your problems,” she’s saying in a softer tone than usual. “If you drink this, you’ll have a nice dreamless sleep. It’s very safe. We used to give it to the kids when they struggled with nightmares.”
Changbin had forgotten about that, as he had rarely had nightmares himself. He’s kicking himself a bit for not having thought of it himself, not that he thinks Hyunjin’s minded soothing him each night. It’s what Mido says next that has a slightly guilty feeling bubbling up in him.
“If you’d like to have the chance to sleep on your own again, Woozi is fine to bunk up with the twins,” she tells Chan. “That way you can have his room to yourself.”
Changbin waits with bated breath. Chan is starting to care for them, sure, but he’s been forced to be closer than he might’ve chosen. He might relish the chance to put some distance between them.
“Thank you, that’s so kind,” Chan is saying. “And I very much appreciate the offer, but I… I would like to stick with the guys. No need to kick Woozi out of his room.”
That response lifts a weight off Changbin’s chest. He takes a deep breath and rounds the corner in time to see Mido patting at Chan’s cheek.
“Of course, darling.” Chan looks a little overwhelmed at her mothering. “You go have a good night. Oh, Binnie baby, take Chan here with you. And tell the others I say goodnight. “
Changbin accepts her kiss on the cheek and gives one on his own. Then she leaves them alone in the hallway. When Changbin looks down at the flask in Chan’s hand, the other shyly tucks it into a pocket. For the third time that night, Changbin takes his hand as he apologizes for not having thought of the draught before.
“You don’t need to apologize, Bin,” Chan says immediately, and Changbin relishes the use of his nickname. “I’ve had Hyunjin, so I’ve been just fine. Though, you may want to apologize to Hyunjin…”
“No, I don’t,” Changbin laughs. “He loves being able to help, and I know he treasures his nights with you.”
Chan’s ears burn red, but his smile shows he’s so clearly pleased to hear it. Changbin suddenly wonders why he was concerned about Chan feeling their closeness was forced at all. He leads him down the hall to the room, noticing that only Hyunjin is there brushing out his hair before getting in bed.
“Channie, you can pick whichever bed,” he says, meeting their eyes in the vanity mirror.
Chan clears his throat and pulls the potion back out. “Actually, um. Mido gave me something to give me a dreamless sleep.”
Hyunjin whips around to look at him. “Oh. That’s so nice of her. Does that mean you would rather sleep alone?” He asks simply. Even Changbin has a hard time discerning what he hopes the answer will be.
“Well, I,” Chan begins. He’s fiddling with the lid of the flask, not looking up from it at all. Changbin watches him, wondering why he’s hesitating, but notices a bit of lavender light in his peripheral. Chan’s shoulders relax, but he still doesn’t look up as he says, “I thought you might like to get to sleep with one of your partners since you haven’t gotten to in a while. I wouldn’t mind sharing the bed with someone else.”
Changbin knows that his expression has to look just as soft and proud as Hyunjin’s does. “That’s so sweet of you, Channie. I have been missing my Jinnie cuddles,” he jokes with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“Oh I have missed being all wrapped up on you, baby,” Hyunjin purrs out in a tone that sends a bolt of heat flashing through him. Changbin notices that Chan must’ve had a similar reaction based on the way his blush has spread. Hyunjin, of course, knows the effect he had on them both, so he laughs much too loudly for the moment. He goes on in his regular tone, pink blossoming on the apples of his cheeks as well. “Are you sure? I’d be happy to stay with you, Chan.”
Chan nods, gaze darting over to Changbin. “I’m sure. You should get to cuddle with Changbin. I’m sure I’d miss it too, if I were you.”
Changbin almost can’t believe he said something so forward. Forward for him, anyway. He’s torn between wanting to drop it so Chan’s blush stops spreading before it reaches his toes, and offering to sleep with him instead.
Then Seungmin enters the room, looking between the three of them, obviously noticing the way none of them are in bed yet. He looks around then, as if searching for something. “Is there a pink light in here somewhere, or are we all confessing our most embarrassing moments or something?” They all laugh at that, some of the tension bleeding out of the room.
Changbin wonders if he should save Chan the task of asking Seungmin to share his bed, but Hyunjin beats him to it. “You’re in that bed,” Hyunjin says simply, pointing to one while he sits on the other. He gives Chan an encouraging smile as Seungmin moves to get under the covers. His eyes widen when Chan follows suit as Changbin blows out the lamps in the room. He can hear the prince explaining the sleeping draught and switching things up. He regrets the lack of light when he hears a slapping sound.
“Bin, how did we forget about that!” Seungmin complains. Adjusting to the faint moonlight, Changbin can see he must’ve smacked himself on the forehead. “I swear there was a whole month when Kyehoon used this every night after the landslide incident.”
“I know,” Changbin sighs. “It’s just been so long, it completely slipped my mind.”
“It’s alright. It worked out fine anyway,” Hyunjin assures him as he climbs into bed behind him. Hyunjin lowers his voice as he turns around, snuggling right into Changbin’s arms. “But I really have missed this.”
Changbin kisses his forehead and squeezes him tight. “Me too, baby.” He runs his hands over as much of Hyunjin’s body as he can. With Chan around, they have been trying to confine intimacy to their bedrooms at night, and with Hyunjin sleeping with Chan, he’s been missing out on that aspect of their relationship. Even with that in mind, it shocks him when Hyunjin starts to kiss his way up Changbin’s neck.
“Jinnie,” he starts, but then a finger lands on his lips.
“I just want a few kisses. We can be quiet, right?” Hyunjin asks, and who is Changbin to deny him. Their lips meet, but he holds back, eyes floating beyond him to the other bed. Hyunjin bites his lip, not enough to hurt, but to get his focus. “I’ll know if they hear us, and we can stop right away. Please?”
He kisses him with increased intensity and tangles his hand into Hyunjin’s hair. It’s Hyunjin’s hand roaming over his body now, stopping to squeeze his pec before trailing down to sneak back up under his shirt. Changbin jerks back a little when he feels Hyunjin roll his nipple between his fingers, a small gasp escaping him. “Hyunjin,” he scolds quietly, hand coming to rest over his, through his shirt.
“He’s already asleep,” Hyunjin giggles.
“Are you sure?” Changbin asks, peeking at the other bed again.
“I’m sure you guys are bad at whispering,” Seungmin deadpans, prompting more laughter from Hyunjin. Changbin even chuckles a little bit. “Remember, babe this stuff works super fast. He’ll be dead to the world til morning.”
“Oh great!” Hyunjin pinches Changbin’s nipple again. He stage-whispers, “So I can have my way with you without worry. Mini, baby, we’re making out, ‘cause it’s been forever. You can come over and join, if you want.”
Seungmin laughs. “Hell no. Chan wrapped around me like a koala the second he fell asleep. Like his body had been craving the contact but he was feeling too shy to make it happen while he was awake. I’m not moving unless he does.”
“Can’t blame you on that,” Changbin nods, though he knows Seungmin can’t see him. “When he implied that he’d like to cuddle with me, I almost abandoned Hyunjinnie.”
“He may be a good cuddler, and it would’ve been a first between you two,” Hyunjin actually whispers this time, nipping at Changbin’s ear. Then his hand slips down to cup Changbin’s crotch, immediately starting to rub and coax him into partial hardness. “But I promise I’ll make you happy you stayed with me.”
“Hyunjin, that is not making out,” Changbin hisses, unsure how to feel about this development. Seungmin is right, now that he thinks of it. His baby brother never stirred on nights he drank the sleeping draught. Nor had Dahyun when they gave it to her after that potion mishap. But Chan is still in the room, not to mention Seungmin.
“Baby, I lied,” Hyunjin raises his voice again to address the firemaker. At the same time, he starts working his hand into Changbin’s underclothes. “I’ll say we’re messing around, not just making out.”
Seungmin groans, and Changbin is about to pull his hand out, but then he speaks. “Just try to keep it down. If I get too horny listening to you, you’re sleeping with me tomorrow, and I’m taking it out on you.”
Changbin can see Hyunjin’s smile shining in the dark. When his hand closes around his length, Changbin lets a tiny groan slip out. “See, we have Seungmin’s stamp of approval.”
Then his plush lips are back on his, and Changbin lets go. He licks into Hyunjin’s mouth, actions becoming more passionate now. He does end up pulling Hyunjin’s hand from his shorts, biting that pouty lip he gets in response before pushing Hyunjin onto his back. He moves between his legs, immediately grinding down so that their cocks press together.
Hyunjin whines, wrapping his legs around Changbin’s hips and trusting up. The friction the clothes between them provides is unsatisfying. He tries to enhance it by kissing and nibbling at Hyunjin’s neck, but the empath pulls at his waistband and whines.
“It’ll be easier to clean up if we take them off anyway, Bin-ah.”
He has a point. So, Changbin pulls back to take his shorts off while Hyunjin does the same. Before he can retake his place between Hyunjin’s legs, the other man is pushing him on to his back now. He straddles Changbin, attacking his lips with new fervor. Rather than grinding down the way Changbin had, Hyunjin wraps a hand around both their cocks, stroking them as one. He feels a surge of lust as Hyunjin takes what he needs.
With each kiss, lick, bite, Changbin’s climax ratchets higher at an incredible rate, a sign that Hyunjin is using his gift on him. He doesn’t do it often, and when it does, Changbin can normally tell without checking his eyes. He assumes that Hyunjin is feeling more pent up than he’d realized, going weeks without much of a sexual outlet, and he knows that Hyunjin loves to finish together when possible. He finds it romantic.
In no time, Changbin is biting back a moan, already so close. Hyunjin is panting against his neck, hand working fast. He bites down on Changbin’s shoulder, not enough to hurt, just enough to muffle his cry as he comes. Changbin follows right after, finally groaning out loud, the sound seemingly amplified by the quiet of the room. He tries to care about disturbing Seungmin’s peace, but he feels too sated and drained to care.
Hyunjin presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw before he’s pulling off his shirt to quickly clean them up. He has to force himself to move to pull his shorts back on as Hyunjin creeps over to Seungmin. Hyunjin returns, shorts on but he hasn’t replaced his shirt. He snuggles back into Changbin’s embrace, thanking him with a few much more chaste kisses.
“Why’d you go over to the other bed? Did Chan wake up after all?” Changbin asks after a moment.
“No, but Seungmin-ah was feeling a little jealous, so I wanted to give him a little kiss goodnight,” Hyunjin explains.
Changbin nods, though he knows Hyunjin can’t see it. He traces shapes on his back until the effort outweighs his alertness.
“I love you, Binnie,” Hyunjin murmurs into his neck, already sounding half asleep.
Changbin drops one last kiss into his hair. “I love you, too, baby. Goodnight.”
Author's note: guys i’m actually so hyped for todays football game (rooting for England!!🏴) ALSO idk WHY but for some reason i can’t tag some people in my taglist like the accs just don’t show up and it’s pissing me off so bad tumblr can u jst work
Pairings: bf!Kim Seungmin x fem!reader
Summary: a quiet lazy morning with your boyfriend Seungmin.
word count: around 409? (a short one today)
Genre: fluff, quite short
First thing you felt when you woke up was the almost burning hot sun on your face. The second thing you felt were the arms of your boyfriend trapping you in place on the bed. You were both under the same blanket sharing the heat, that mixed with the morning sun made you felt like melting under it. You wanted to just rip the blanket off but you could barely move under Seungmins arms. Also you didn’t want to wake him up. Today was his off day which he doesn’t get often and you knew he needed this extra sleep he was getting.
plus even if you really wanted to move, Seungmin would just not let you move. He would most likely wrap his arms around you even tighter. Deciding not to test that theory, you just relax and breathe him in. You don't get a lot of mornings like this. Usually by the time you wake up, he's already ushing to get up and get ready for whatever schedule he has that day.
You felt him start to slightly move around, signaling he was starting to wake up. You press light feather kisses right on his neck and somehow you could feel his smile growing. ''don't do that. It tickles.'' I ignored him and kept pressing light kisses. He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head, a weak attempt to make the tickling feeling stop.
Deciding not to keep torturing him, i moved upwards to his face and started kissing all over his face. His cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, just every part of his soft face. His eyes were still closed, tired with sleep but he was awake and smiling. I stop kissing him and lay my head down back again, just admiring and taking him in. He gently opens one eye and looks at me “why’d you stop.”
I ignored his question and let out a big sigh. “How’s your schedule today?” I asked him, a slight pout on my face. He smiled and kissed my forehead “completely free today.” He answered quietly, voice a little deeper than usual. My eyes widened a little and my lips turned upwards into a bright smile “actually? No joke?” I asked and he just nodded.
“What do you wanna’ do today then?” I asked hopefully. Seungmin looked away like he was deep in thought, then looked back to me again. ''Can we just stay here for a while? Let's just lay here today.'' He suggested.
''You wanna' lay here all day?'' I asked him and he simply nodded back. ''I'm hungry though..'' I complained, trying to get out of his grip only for him to wrap his legs around mine and tighten his grip on me.
''Stayy'' He whined out. ''We can eat later. I'll make breakfast just stay here with me for 10 minutes.'' I decided to give up trying to get out and just accept my fate.
''Fine. But only 10 minutes.'' I saw the corners of his lips turn up in satisfaction, that he got exactly what he wanted.
“Han Jisung,” Minho starts, smiling wide. “I knew I loved you from the moment—”
“Wait!” Jisung shoots up and scrambles to set his phone and earbuds on the bench, all while fumbling for the box in his own pocket. Once his hand finds purchase on it, he stumbles down to kneel on one knee in front of Minho, holding out the box in the same way Minho is.
After a couple seconds of silence, both of them on one knee with ring boxes in hand, they start to giggle. The giggles explode into full-body laughs, and Jisung finds himself fully on the grass with the box in both of his hands.
Minho is the first one to recover. “Do I need to get into the whole speech I had planned,” he manages through giggles, “or do we just skip that now?”
Jisung wipes his tears of glee as his laughs finally subside. “I think we can skip it.” He smiles and opens the ring box, holding it up with both of his hands. “Lee Minho, will you marry me?”
Smiling, Minho opens his own, and holds the box out for Jisung. “Only if you’ll marry me, bug.”
aka jisung and minho get married
pairing: lee minho x han jisung
genre: mature
word count: 8.6k
tropes: established relationship, modern au, autistic jisung, autistic minho, minor chanlix, minor seungbin, minor hyunibini, proposal, wedding
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff<3
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[ read original on ao3 ]
D-370
It’s a little hard to type on his shoddy little laptop keyboard with his boyfriend’s arm linked with his, but Jisung wouldn’t dare to ever stop touching Minho. If anything, the physical contact helps ground him, so he’s able to finally get some lyrics down on the digital page shared with his bandmates.
Jisung glances over every now and then, just to check in. He’s always been beyond impressed with Minho’s ambidexterity, watching Minho write in his notebook with his left hand and flip through his veterinary textbook with his restricted right arm. He looks away, flushed, and buries himself back in the laptop that Chan ever so gracefully gifted him for his birthday last year.
Then Minho nudges his shoulder and squeezes his arm. He says something, but it’s muffled through the earbuds blasting the track in Jisung’s ears. Jisung takes one bud out and hums, signaling for Minho to repeat what he said. Minho nudges Jisung’s arm again.
“Do you wanna get married?” Minho asks.
Jisung freezes, and after a moment starts to laugh. “Is this the proposal? If so, no.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Jisung watches Minho roll his eyes. “I’d do a real proposal. I’m just asking if you’d say ‘yes.’ I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
Jisung flicks Minho’s forehead. “Of course I’d say yes, pabo. Now get back to studying; I’m not the one paying rent.”
Minho rolls his eyes again, but his smile indicates an overwhelmingly deep fondness. “Freeloader,” he mutters.
Jisung puffs his cheeks out. “When 3RACHA makes it big, I’ll be your sugar daddy.”
Minho giggles. “I can’t wait, bug.”
D-369
On his way home from the studio, Jisung stops by a jeweler and puts in an order for a ring.
He won’t let Minho beat him to it.
He’ll be the one to propose.
D-365
Every Friday night, they go on a date.
They’ll go out more throughout the week if their schedules allow it, but Minho is usually swamped in clinicals and Jisung has gigs regularly with 3RACHA; they don’t typically have the time for more than just their Friday date.
Minho is a little more dressed up than usual. Jisung doesn’t take much note of it; he’s learned not to question Minho’s decisions. He’s learned to not question Minho at all, really.
Minho does look a little silly, though— his black suit jacket and slacks clash with the storefront of the burger joint that Jisung chose this week. Neither of them complain. Jisung loves to ogle his disastrously hot boyfriend as much as he can, and the suit perfectly accentuates Minho’s body.
After they’ve eaten and fed each other the last bites of their burgers, they walk hand-in-hand to their favorite bench along the Han river. Jisung takes out his earbuds, going through the motions he’s done every Friday for years, and hands Minho a bud. He presses play on the latest 3RACHA demo as they settle in next to one another and watch the streetlights flicker along the river.
“Sungie,” Minho whispers, head on Jisung’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” Jisung rests his head on top of Minho’s.
“How elaborate do you want the proposal to be?” Minho asks.
Jisung falls silent to think. The ring box burns a hole in his pocket. He’s been carrying it everywhere, waiting for the right moment. He didn’t even think about asking Minho how he’d want to be proposed to. Maybe Minho doesn’t want to be proposed to at all. Maybe he wouldn’t enjoy the surprise of Jisung beating him to the punch.
“Bug,” Minho hums, interlacing his fingers with Jisung’s. “Get out of that pretty head of yours. Just answer my question.”
Jisung lets out a shaky breath. “It doesn’t need to be anything crazy. I’ll say ‘yes’ no matter what.”
Before Jisung can even blink, Minho’s taken the earbud out and gotten onto one knee in front of him. Jisung’s eyes widen as he watches Minho take a small box out of the inner pocket of his suit.
“Han Jisung,” Minho starts, smiling wide. “I knew I loved you from the moment—”
“Wait!” Jisung shoots up and scrambles to set his phone and earbuds on the bench, all while fumbling for the box in his own pocket. Once his hand finds purchase on it, he stumbles down to kneel on one knee in front of Minho, holding out the box in the same way Minho is.
After a couple seconds of silence, both of them on one knee with ring boxes in hand, they start to giggle. The giggles explode into full-body laughs, and Jisung finds himself fully on the grass with the box in both of his hands.
Minho is the first one to recover. “Do I need to get into the whole speech I had planned,” he manages through giggles, “or do we just skip that now?”
Jisung wipes his tears of glee as his laughs finally subside. “I think we can skip it.” He smiles and opens the ring box, holding it up with both of his hands. “Lee Minho, will you marry me?”
Smiling, Minho opens his own, and holds the box out for Jisung. “Only if you’ll marry me, bug.”
They exchange the boxes and stare at their respective engagement rings. Jisung hopes the little cosmos flower engraving in Minho’s silver band is to his liking. As he turns over his new ring in his hand, he finds that Minho had the same idea— there’s a little tulip engraved in the near-identical silver band.
It fits perfectly.
Minho tackles him to the ground and peppers kisses all over his face. Jisung bursts out into giggles again and pretends to push Minho away, but doesn’t put any strength behind his resistance.
“We’re in public, hyung!” Jisung whines between laughs.
Minho presses a long, wet kiss to Jisung’s cheek. He ignores Jisung’s groan of disgust. “Brat. You were gonna try to propose before me, weren’t you?”
Jisung giggles. “Mayyybe.”
He smiles wide as Minho lifts up off of him and extends an arm. Jisung takes his hand and lets himself be pulled up.
“You’re lucky I got to it first.” Minho jokingly glares. “You’d be in trouble if you proposed first.”
Jisung sits back on the bench and bites his bottom lip, batting his eyelashes. “Can I get the punishment regardless?”
Minho flicks Jisung’s forehead. “Freak.”
Jisung smiles. “You love me anyways.”
Minho smiles, so fondly. “I do.”
Jisung reaches out for Minho and helps him sit down with him. They admire one another’s rings, turning them back and forth.
“We really both went for the flower engravings, huh?” Jisung giggles.
Minho twists the ring around his own finger on his left hand. “It’s beautiful,” he whispers, lost in thought.
Jisung lets silence fall over them, lets Minho take his time admiring the ring. He knows Minho is overwhelmed— he knows Minho better than anyone and everyone. Gently, he takes Minho’s right hand into his, and brings it up to his lips. Jisung kisses each of Minho’s knuckles like he’s done a thousand times before.
Minho stares at him as he kisses his hand, unblinking. After a minute or two, he shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “Sorry.” He squeezes Jisung’s hand. “Overwhelmed.”
“I know.” Jisung kisses the back of Minho’s hand before letting go. “It’s okay. This is a big deal.”
Minho leans in and kisses Jisung’s cheek. “I love you.”
Jisung chases Minho’s face as he pulls away to kiss his cheek back. “I love you, too.”
D-330
“So how are we even going to do this?”
Jisung saves his progress on the recording software and looks over his shoulder from his desk. “Do what?”
“You know what I mean.”
Jisung spins around in his chair and smiles, patient. “I don’t. I really don’t. Please enlighten me.”
Minho sighs and leans his head back against the headboard of the bed. “Us getting married. How are we even going to manage that?”
Jisung stares at Minho, but he’s not really looking at him. His eyes have glazed over. “Ah. Right.” He didn’t think about that. “Uhm.” He feels a pit grow in his stomach. “I think we could in Australia? Chan and Felix got married there.”
Minho closes his eyes. “I don’t know, bug.” His voice sounds strained, high-pitched and unsupported. “Maybe. That could work.”
Jisung abandons his laptop and walks to the bed and throws the notebook from Minho’s lap, taking a seat there instead. He traces Minho’s face with his fingers and kisses Minho’s forehead. “We’ll figure this out, hyung. Don’t worry.”
Minho smiles and looks up at him, taking Jisung’s hand into his and kissing his ring. “We’ll figure this out.
D-329
Chan instantly jumps to be of help.
“There are some beautiful venues in Sydney,” Chan rambles on, scrolling through a spreadsheet he made years ago. “Felix and I toured a bunch before we landed on the one by the beach. My parents could visit some and take more photos for you guys.”
Jisung breathes a sigh of relief. “That would be really nice. Thank you, hyung.”
Chan beams. “It’s no worries. You know I love to feel needed.”
Changbin clears his throat from inside the recording booth. “Are we going to get some work done or are you guys going to keep me in here forever?”
Chan and Jisung share a look before laughing. “Sorry, Bin,” Chan apologizes. “Let’s get back to work.” He gives Jisung a smile before closing the tab. “I’ll talk to my parents tonight and give them your contact information.”
Jisung smiles. “Thanks, hyung.”
“Yah!” Changbin shouts.
Chan and Jisung look at each other again and manage to stifle their laughs this time.
D-265
With Jisung’s head on Minho’s shoulder and Minho’s head on top of his, they scroll through the gallery of photos Chan’s parents have taken of their first pick of venue on Jisung’s laptop. It’s a beautiful flower garden, starring mostly tulips. The compromise is for the party afterwards to be covered in cosmos flowers, so both of their respective flowers are given their time to shine.
Some anime they’re not watching drones on in the background as Minho scrolls through the dozens of photos. There are too many locations in the garden to choose from, and every single place looks as beautiful as the last, and Jisung’s mind feels like it’s filled with cotton.
Jisung groans. “This is sooooo complicated,” he complains. “Let’s just elope.”
Minho laughs and kisses Jisung’s scalp. “You wanna? We totally could.”
Jisung buries his head deeper into the crook of Minho’s neck. “No. I want at least our friends to be there.”
Minho hums. “Just our friends? You don’t care about our families being there?”
Jisung shrugs. “Our friends are the most important.”
Minho kisses Jisung’s head again. “Alright, then. Just a tiny little wedding. Shouldn’t be too hard to plan.”
Jisung nods. “Shouldn’t be too hard,” he repeats.
D-264
“It’s sooooo hard to plan a wedding, Yongbokkie,” Jisung whines.
Felix laughs and takes a sip of his taro boba, then offers it to Jisung. Jisung trades him for his dirty brown sugar boba and takes a drink. “I understand, Sungie,” Felix sighs. “It took years for Chan and I to plan ours.”
“But you guys had a super big wedding.” Jisung accepts the queue as it pops up on the heavy-duty monitor of the PC Cafe. “Minho and I want it super small.”
“Weddings are still a big deal to plan. If you need anything, let Chan and I know.”
Jisung sighs as his champion gets banned. “Yeah. I know. We will.”
Felix pats his shoulder. “Start with the smaller things. You guys have the venue, right?”
Jisung hums and takes his boba back to take a sip. “Yeah.”
“Good. Do you know what season you want to get married? Or a specific day, even, since it’ll be a big anniversary?”
Jisung freezes even as his screen lights up with his turn to lock in his champion.
He hadn’t even thought about that. What day?
What if…
D-263
Minho laughs when Jisung brings it up.
“You want to get married on the same day we proposed?”
Jisung pouts. He thought it was a good idea. “Yeah…” he trails off, bottom lip jutting out. “Then we can celebrate the anniversary easier!” he rambles on. “And we could like, I don’t know, get our wedding bands engraved with the date and it could be our day and—”
Minho cups Jisung’s face with both of his hands and squishes his cheeks together so he can’t talk. “Shh, bug,” Minho sings, high-pitched and cutesy. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me. I’m down, Sungie.” He smiles and squeezes Jisung’s cheeks harder, then lets go to wrap his arms around Jisung’s neck. “Let’s do it. Let’s get married exactly a year after we got engaged.”
Jisung beams and jumps onto Minho with his full weight, giggling as they collapse back on the bed behind them. He’s beyond thankful he brought this up with a soft landing nearby. Between giggles, he presses kisses all over Minho’s face and chin and neck, every inch of skin he can reach.
Minho just laughs and holds Jisung close and lets him go wild. “My crazy little bug,” Minho whispers between breathless giggles.
Pressing soft kiss after kiss to Minho’s lips, Jisung joins him in laughing softly. “I love you.”
Minho smiles so wide that Jisung can see his gums. “I love you too, baby.”
Jisung buries his face in the crook of Minho’s neck and kisses every inch he can get to. He slots his leg between Minho’s and pushes up and oh.
Slowly, Jisung lifts his head up. “What, you got hard just from me kissing your face?”
Minho smiles a crooked little grin. “I’m always hard when I’m around you.”
Jisung laughs and flicks Minho’s forehead. “Freak.”
“You love me anyways.” Minho winks.
Jisung presses his lips to Minho’s neck again and kisses the same spot over and over again. “I do.”
D-230
Everyone finally gets together for Halloween.
Jisung and Minho dress up as Aziraphale and Crowley respectively.
Chan and Felix dress up as Wriothesley and Neuvillette, to nobody’s surprise.
Hyunjin and Changbin dress up as Joker and Harley Quinn.
Seungmin and Jeongin miss the memo. They show up in normal clothes, no costumes in sight.
The party is hectic, as every get-together does with the eight of them, and Jisung loves the madness in small doses— so he steps away from a moment to catch his breath.
Growing up, he never thought he’d belong anywhere. He’s always felt like an alien; no place has ever felt like home. But with all of his friends and his fiancé in his apartment, Jisung finally feels like he’s found where he belongs.
Minho’s not with the others. Jisung isn’t sure where he is, really; Minho left the living room a while ago, and he doesn’t seem to be in the kitchen either.
But Jisung doesn’t think much of it. They both need the time to decompress after being around the others for so long. Minho gets overwhelmed even easier than Jisung sometimes— he’s probably taking a breather in their room.
Jisung makes himself a drink in the kitchen as he takes his break. Chan seems to appear out of thin air and nudges Jisung’s shoulder as he leans back against the kitchen island. “Hey, Sungie.”
“Mm?” Jisung hums, nudging Chan back.
“Not to spoil the mood, but,” Chan whispers, “how’s planning going?”
Jisung laughs. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. And it’s going okay. Definitely a little dumb of us to give ourselves less than a year to plan.”
Chan chuckles under his breath. “You said it, not me.” He steps forward to fix Jisung’s blonde wig and combs through it with his fingers. “But if anyone can do it, it’s you two.”
Jisung smiles. “Thank you, hyung.”
Chan smiles in response. “Don’t mention it.” Then, ruffles Jisung’s hair so aggressively that Jisung’s wig almost falls off. Jisung whines and lifts both of his hands to attempt to put it back in place as he watches Chan skip back to the living room where the others sit.
“Hyung! Why!” Jisung whines after him, but Chan’s already out of his sight. He sighs and tries to fix his wig again, but it’s too far gone. Sighing, he heads for the restroom, in order to correct himself in the mirror.
He finds Minho there, sitting on the bottom of the empty bathtub, knees to his chest and head hung.
Jisung stands there in silence for a moment, craning his neck to see himself in the mirror; once he deems his wig far beyond repair, he rips it off with the cap and sets them on the sink counter. After closing the door behind him and locking it, he sits in the bathtub in front of Minho, one hand on Minho’s knee.
They’ve been together long enough to know what to do in these situations. Minho doesn’t like being asked what’s wrong— it only makes him more upset. He’ll come around eventually and tell Jisung what’s bothering him, so all Jisung needs to do is be patient and provide comfort for now. It took years for Minho to be comfortable with Jisung being close to him when Minho’s overwhelmed; but, quickly, Jisung became Minho’s biggest comfort.
One of Minho’s arms unwraps itself from around his legs and seeks out Jisung’s. Jisung takes it and holds Minho’s hand gently, like Minho would shatter if Jisung used any amount of force (he will, in a way; Minho will retreat into himself if he’s pushed too far too quickly).
A few minutes pass of comfortable silence before Minho lifts his head. His eyes are bloodshot. With a small smile, Jisung runs his free hand through Minho’s hair and ignores the way the red hair chalk stains his hand.
“You took out the contacts, hm?” Jisung asks softly. It’s not time to ask what’s wrong yet. It’s best to distract Minho for now.
Minho sniffs and nods. “Figured it would be bad to cry with contacts in.”
Jisung tucks Minho’s hair behind his ear. “Maybe it’s a good thing you took them off. Every time I looked at you with them in, I felt the need to bend you over the nearest surface in front of everyone.”
Minho laughs so hard he starts to cough, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. Jisung squeezes his hand every couple of seconds and smiles, happy he’s at least able to give Minho this brief moment of relief. Eventually, Minho catches his breath, and chokes out a fond, “Freak.”
Jisung squeezes Minho’s hand again. “You love me anyways.” He brings Minho’s hand up to kiss the back of it.
Minho nods and pulls Jisung’s hand to his lips, kissing Jisung’s hand back. “I do.” He rests their hands on his knee again as he stares down at his lap. Jisung traces figure-eights on the back of Minho’s hand, giving himself the time to think and gather his thoughts.
“I’m really stressed about the wedding,” Minho finally says, hushed, so quietly that Jisung strains to hear him.
Jisung sits closer and rests his chin on Minho’s knee. “Do you want to vent more or do you want solutions?”
Minho lets go of Jisung’s hand to rub his face with both of his hands. He groans and buries his face into his palms. “I don’t know, bug.”
Jisung kisses Minho’s knee. “We can postpone. Maybe we can do it in another year, we don’t have to do it so soon. That’ll give us more time, and we’ll be less stressed, and—”
“No,” Minho interrupts, then lifts his head to look Jisung in the eye, dead serious. “I want to do it as soon as possible. I’d get married to you today, if I could. I want you to be my husband.”
Jisung melts. He gently pushes Minho’s legs down to stretch them out, then makes his way to sit on his favorite seat in the world on Minho’s lap. Cradling Minho’s face in his hands, he peppers kisses to his cheeks. “I want you to be my husband too, baby.”
Minho looks up at him with so much love in his eyes that he looks close to tears. “Do you have any idea how silly I’ve felt, calling you my boyfriend for all this time?” He blinks hard, and Jisung wipes away the few tears that escape as he waits for Minho to continue. “You mean so much to me. It feels trivial to call you just my boyfriend. You’re my other half, my soulmate, my everything. I need you more than I need air.” His eyes flutter shut as he basks in Jisung’s hands on his face. “I think ‘husband’ communicates that better than ‘boyfriend’ does.”
Jisung can’t hold himself back. Minho seems to be feeling well enough, and Jisung can’t keep pushing down the need to shower Minho with everything he has.
He presses his lips to Minho’s and kisses him as slowly and gently as he can manage with his entire body buzzing with need. Minho opens his mouth and slips his tongue into Jisung’s mouth, licking against Jisung’s waiting tongue.
“Hyungie,” Jisung whispers between kisses. “You know,” he pulls away enough to speak freely. “You’re more than welcome to call me your husband now.”
Minho smiles and kisses the tip of Jisung’s nose. “You know it’s not the same as the real thing, bug.”
Jisung attaches his lips to Minho’s and kisses him again, tracing the inside of Minho’s mouth with his tongue. Minho wraps his arms around Jisung’s waist and kisses him and deepens it and whines when Jisung pulls away.
“Baby…” Minho pouts.
Jisung caresses Minho’s cheeks with his hands. “Let’s elope, then,” Jisung jokes. “Let’s go fly out to Sydney and sign the papers at a random courthouse and be married as soon as tomorrow.”
Minho laughs and pulls Jisung back in to kiss him by the collar of his costume. The kiss is needier than before, hungry and wet. “I want the others there,” Minho breathes into Jisung’s open mouth. “I want to keep planning like we have been. It’s okay. Just be there for me when the stress gets to me like this.”
“I’ll always be here for you,” Jisung whispers against Minho’s lips. “It’s you and me. Always.” He kisses down Minho’s neck and latches his lips to one spot and kisses it again and again and again, sloppier and sloppier. When Minho’s whimpers turn into full moans, Jisung pulls away. The dejected whine Minho lets out only makes Jisung giggle. “Should we kick the others out and have some fun, hyungie?”
Minho pretends to think. “I’d hate to kick them out so early…” he trails off.
Jisung laughs. “It’s past midnight, I’m sure they want to head out soon, regardless.”
Minho smiles a goofy little grin. “Do you think a text would suffice? I like how we’re situated right now.”
Jisung pulls his phone out of his back pocket but freezes before he can even open the group chat. Minho makes an inquisitive noise.
“What?” Minho raises an eyebrow.
Jisung smiles. “I’ll text them to all leave if… you put the contacts back in.”
Minho giggles. “You really like those, huh?”
Jisung huffs. “Yes! You’re hot with them in!”
Minho rolls his eyes and points to the sink counter. “They’re in the box with the solution. Freak.”
Jisung sends the quickest text of his life and tosses his phone aside. It makes a brutal clattering sound as it hits the ground, but he trusts the heavy-duty phone case Minho bought him for his clumsiness. He gives Minho one last kiss before getting up to retrieve the contacts case. “You love me anyways.”
Minho’s hand lingers on Jisung’s as he pulls away. “I do.”
D-90
The days turn into a blur after Halloween. Chan and Changbin spend less time in the studio, studying hard for finals then diving back into classes in the new semester, so Jisung doesn’t have any excuses to not work on planning.
He gets all of it done by himself— Minho trusts him, and all Minho wants a say on is the outfits. That doesn’t mean Jisung stops asking for his opinion on every little decision he makes. That doesn’t mean Minho stops whining every time about trusting Jisung’s judgement; preferring it, even.
June 18th. Exactly a year after they proposed to each other. Winter in Australia, so it won’t be miserable wearing their beautiful suits.
The one thing Jisung forgets about completely is the wedding invitations. He doesn’t realize he’s forgotten one of the most important parts until Hyunjin’s birthday.
“So,” Hyunjin starts, petting Jeongin’s hair as he rests his head on Hyunjin’s lap. “Are we invited or nah?”
Minho scoffs, offended. “Of course you are! Why would you ever think differently?”
“He’s been checking our mail every couple of hours, waiting for the letter,” Jeongin butts in. “He wants to make fun of whatever Canva-ass design Jisung used for it.”
“Hey!” Hyunjin exclaims, flicking Jeongin’s forehead. “Don’t give away my master plan!”
“We’ve been waiting for ours, too,” Changbin offers.
“Not for nefarious reasons, though,” Seungmin adds, sitting across Changbin’s lap.
Minho sighs. “I’m sure my Sungie has sent them out. Haven’t you, bug?” He ruffles Jisung’s hair, then freezes when he sees Jisung’s expression.
Jisung’s stare is boring a hole in the TV in front of all of them, barely managing to remember to breathe.
Minho wraps an arm around his waist and whispers to him. “Bug, what’s wrong?”
Jisung’s throat closes up. It’s near impossible for him to respond. He just shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut.
“We’ll be right back,” Minho addresses the room, then picks up Jisung effortlessly to carry him out of the room. He makes his way to one of the bedrooms— it seems like Hyunjin’s, covered with elaborate paintings and empty canvases; he sets Jisung down on the edge of the bed and kneels on the ground in front of him. “Sungie, what do you need?”
Jisung shakes his head again and presses his hands to his face. “I’m so dumb.”
Minho makes a pained noise. “Baby, no. Never. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I forgot about the wedding invitations,” Jisung mutters into his hands. “I thought I’d finished everything. I thought I was done. Fuck.”
Minho kisses the backs of Jisung’s hands. “It’s okay, bug. It’s okay. It’s one little thing, and all of the others know they’re invited, anyways.”
“But…” Jisung trails off. “I should’ve made the invitations so much earlier. What if they’re busy that day? It’s so close. Hyung…” He takes his hands off of his face and his eyes instantly well up with tears. “Hyung, what if they can’t all come?”
Minho frowns and takes Jisung’s hands into his. “They’ll all come. I promise. You don’t have to worry about that.”
Jisung’s bottom lip trembles. “How can you be so sure?”
Minho caresses Jisung’s hands in his. “Even if they are busy, they’ll make time. We’re all family, aren’t we?” Minho kisses each of Jisung’s knuckles. “Don’t worry about a thing, bug. They’ll all come.”
Jisung pulls Minho up and kisses him. His tears drip down into the kiss, and Minho licks them away. “I love you,” Jisung whispers.
“I love you more, baby,” Minho whispers back. After pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Jisung’s nose, he pulls away. “How about we work on the invitations together when we get home? Then when Hyunjin makes fun of it, we’ll share the blame.”
Jisung laughs as his tears subside. “Okay.” He leans forward to peck Minho’s lips. “Or I’ll lie and say you did it all yourself.”
Minho giggles against Jisung’s lips. “You’re more than welcome to, Sungie.” He kisses both of Jisung’s cheeks and stands up, hand extended. “Come on, let’s go back before they start to think we’re fucking in here.”
Jisung laughs as he takes Minho’s hand and is helped up. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Minho squeezes Jisung’s hand. “No. No, it wouldn’t.”
D-79
Minho helps Jisung with every tiny little thing on the invitations. They want to keep their suits a surprise until the wedding, but they’re not opposed to letting everyone know what colors they’re centering everything around.
The letters are white and green and pink, little doodles on the envelopes designed by Minho and executed by Jisung. There’s only six letters to send out, after all, and it doesn’t take long to decorate each of the envelopes for each of their friends.
Minho pulls Jisung into his lap once they’ve sealed every single one. He kisses all over Jisung’s face, smiling wider with every giggle Jisung lets out.
“Let’s just hand deliver them to the others,” Minho hums against Jisung’s skin. “I’d love to see their faces when they see the personalizations we’ve put into each of them.”
“Okay, hyung.” Jisung kisses Minho’s lips and licks into his mouth. “Thank you for helping me.”
Minho opens his mouth and lets out a breathy whine as Jisung licks his tongue. “Mm, anything for you, bug.”
Jisung pushes Minho down onto the bed and kisses down his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” Minho manages through whimpers. “Fuck, baby, right there.”
Jisung latches his lips to the side of Minho’s neck and sucks, hard.
“Shit, fuck,” Minho groans. “Sungie, need you, please.”
Jisung licks the poor bruise blossoming on Minho’s neck and straddles Minho’s lap. “How do you need me, hyung?”
Minho’s eyes close, tight, and his entire face crumples. “Anything. Any way. I don’t care. Just need you, Sungie, please.”
Jisung smiles and leans down to whisper against Minho’s lips. “Anything for you, hyung.”
D-78
Jisung brings two of the invitations to the studio with him. Chan and Changbin nearly vibrate out of their skin with how excited they are to receive them.
Chan hugs him even before opening the envelope. “I’m so proud of you, Jisungie.”
Jisung laughs, but melts into the hug. “What for?”
Chan hugs him harder. “You’ve grown up so well.” He pulls away and cups Jisung’s face with both of his hands. “You’re so big now. My son’s getting married.”
Jisung swats his hands away. “Gross. You’re not my dad.”
Chan ruffles Jisung’s hair before sitting back on the couch with Changbin. “Sure, Jisungie.”
Changbin’s already opened and admired his invitation in silence. He looks up at Jisung and gives him a soft smile. “It’s beautiful, Jisung. I can’t wait.”
Jisung beams. “You can make it?” he exclaims, giddy.
Chan and Changbin both let out offended gasps. “Of course I can make it!” Changbin presses his hand to his heart. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
Chan nods, tracing the date with his thumb. “Same here. I’d do anything to make sure I could be there.”
Jisung chews his bottom lip. “Even though it’ll be in Australia?”
Chan cocks an eyebrow. “Especially since it’s in Australia. You think I wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to go home?”
Jisung shakes his head. “Not what I mean. It’s far. Flights and hotels are expensive.”
“We can all stay at Chan’s family’s place!” Changbin offers.
Chan laughs. “There’s not nearly enough room. Besides,” he clears his throat. “I don’t want to be in the same vicinity as Minho and Jisung the night of the wedding.”
Jisung’s face turns red. Changbin slaps the back of Chan’s head. “Which is something you should’ve thought about when you booked all of our hotel rooms to be next to each other after your wedding,” Changbin whines. “I’ll never be able to forget the noises I heard that night.” Changbin shivers. “Ugh. ‘Yes, daddy. Harder, daddy. I love you, dadd—’”
“Shut the fuck up.” Chan groans into his hands. “I’m sorry! I thought the walls were thicker than that.”
Jisung smiles, content, as his friends bicker and argue on the couch in the studio.
He wouldn’t change this for the world.
D-77
Minho delivers Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Seungmin’s invitations one day at clinicals. Jisung waits patiently at home for him, catching up on animes that Minho has sworn off of and brainstorming lyrics for 3RACHA’s next EP.
Around seven in the evening, Minho comes home with takeout bags in hand.
Jisung shoots up off the couch and rushes to the entryway, taking the bags from him so he can slip off his shoes more comfortably. “Welcome home, hyungie,” Jisung sings as he carries the food to the kitchen. Minho follows close behind.
“Missed you, baby.” Minho wraps his arms around Jisung’s waist and rests his face on Jisung’s back. “Had a long day.”
Jisung pouts. “You didn’t have to get food if you had a long day, baby.”
He can feel Minho shake his head against his back. “I wanted to. It was on the way home.”
With one hand over Minho’s hands, Jisung squeezes. “Thank you.”
Minho nods. “Anything for my baby.”
Jisung turns around in Minho’s arms and kisses both of his cheeks. “How did it go? With the others?”
Minho chases Jisung’s lips. Between kisses, he responds: “Good.” Kiss. “They were excited.” Kiss. “Hyunjin didn’t even criticize them too much.” Kiss. “All of their schedules are free for the month of June.” Kiss. “They’re all coming.” Kiss. “I love you.”
Jisung giggles. “I love you too.” He lets Minho pick him up and place him on the kitchen island. Minho starts to trail kisses down Jisung’s neck and Jisung whimpers. “Hyung…”
“What?” Minho hums against his neck. “Don’t like it?”
Jisung huffs. “You know that’s not it.” His breath hitches as Minho bites down on his skin. “Fuck. Hyung, save it. The food’s going to get cold.”
Minho sighs and pulls away. “Fine. Since you hate me.” He pouts and crosses his arms over his chest.
Jisung rolls his eyes and kisses Minho’s forehead before hopping off the counter. “Let’s eat, then I’ll let you fuck me so hard I can’t walk for a week.”
Minho beams. “Deal. Freak.”
Jisung rolls his eyes. “You love me anyways.”
Minho hugs Jisung from behind and squeezes him. “I do.”
D-70
Jisung didn’t intentionally leave Felix for last. He just didn’t want Chan to pass along the invitation, and he was meaning to invite Felix over the day after Minho invited the three who study alongside him; but then Minho fulfilled his promise to fuck Jisung so hard that he was unable to move properly for a week.
Once Jisung can walk and sit without grimacing, he invites Felix out to their favorite PC Cafe. As soon as they sit in their usual seats and get the Riot client booted up, Jisung slides the envelope over.
Felix hugs him tighter than he ever has in his life.
D-10
Chan, Felix, and Changbin have their bachelor’s party with Jisung.
Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Seungmin have their bachelor’s party with Minho.
Despite Chan planning an elaborate night for him, Jisung spends the whole night texting Minho. He’s not used to being away from Minho, and being in Australia makes the distance feel so much further.
They end up merging the parties halfway through the night.
Jisung spends the entire time on Minho’s lap.
D-3
The eight of them set everything up in the venue on a bright yet chilly morning. Not cold enough to warrant multiple layers, but cold enough that Minho attaches himself to Jisung’s back and doesn’t let go the entire day.
Jisung turns around every now and then to press his lips to Minho’s.
Minho smiles into the kiss and holds him tighter.
D-2
“Are you nervous?” Minho asks, tracing patterns into Jisung’s bare chest.
Jisung chuckles. “Of course I am.”
Minho lifts his head. “Why?”
Jisung raises an eyebrow. “Are you not nervous?”
“Dunno.” Minho shrugs. “It’ll just be our friends. And the officiant. Who’s one of Felix’s oldest friends. So I’m not too worried.”
Jisung chews on his bottom lip. “What if I mess up? What if I forget the vow speech? What if I—”
Minho shuts him up with a kiss. The taste of Jisung’s cum lingers on his lips. Jisung doesn’t mind even a bit.
“It’ll be okay,” Minho assures him, whispering into Jisung’s open mouth. “Even if you mess up, it’ll be okay. Nobody’s going to judge you. It’s a nerve-wracking thing, getting married.”
Jisung nods and pulls Minho down to kiss him deeper. “Thank you, hyung. I’ll…” he trails off, moaning as Minho licks his tongue. “I’ll be okay.”
Minho hums happily against his lips. “You’ll be okay,” he repeats.
D-1
The eight of them have dinner prepared by Chan’s parents the night before the wedding.
After a week and a half of takeout from various Australian restaurants close to the hotel, the homecooked Korean food warms Jisung’s soul.
Amongst his closest friends and his soon-to-be husband, Jisung feels more at home than ever before, despite being thousands of miles from Korea.
“Hot?” Jisung beams, straightening out his silky green tie. “Sexy?”
Chan breathes out a laugh. “I think Minho would kill me if I called you either of those things.”
Jisung shrugs. “I don’t know. He might be open to it. He’s talked about wanting to do a threesome one day.”
Chan covers his face with his hands. “Jisung!” he shouts into his palms. “You’re about to get married!”
“Yeah? So? I can’t joke around anymore?”
Chan peeks out from in between the gaps of his fingers. “It better be just a joke. Freak.”
Jisung bites back the “You love me anyways.” That’s saved for Minho and Minho alone.
Felix knocks on the door before peeking his head in. “I think it’s time to— Oh.” His jaw drops as he sees Jisung. “Oh, Jisungie-hyung, you look…”
Jisung giggles. He looks down and moves his hands across the white and green fabric. “Is it cute?”
“It’s so cute, hyung.” Felix steps inside fully to get a good look. “Wow. Did you and Minho pick your outfits together? Because—”
“Ah, ah,” Jisung interrupts. “I don’t know what he looks like, he doesn’t know what I look like. All we communicated to each other was the colors.”
Felix and Chan exchange a look, then bite their bottom lips to keep themselves from speaking.
Jisung wavers. “What?”
Felix and Chan both shake their heads. “Nothing,” Chan whispers. “You’ll see.”
Jisung swallows the lump in his throat. “O-kay,” his voice cracks. “I’m ready to see, then.”
Chan links his arm with Jisung’s. “Come on, Sungie. Let’s go get you married.”
Jisung smiles and leans his head against Chan’s shoulder. “Yes, dad.”
Chan flicks his forehead. “Don’t call me that,” he hisses as they follow Felix out of the dressing room.
“Are you not walking me down the aisle?” Jisung bites back. “Besides, I know Felix calls you—”
“Shut up!” Felix whisper-shouts. “God, I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
“No,” Jisung sings. “No, you’re not.”
They get to the opening between the shrubs concealing the aisle and Felix stops walking. He turns back around and says, “I go sit down. You guys wait until the music starts.”
Jisung rolls his eyes as Chan squeezes his arm. “I know,” Jisung whines. “Go, go.”
Felix rushes off and leaves Chan and Jisung alone. It takes only about half a minute for Jisung’s skin to feel like it’s about to fall off.
Chan nudges Jisung’s shoulder. “Sungie. You okay?”
Jisung nods, clinging closer to Chan’s side. “Yeah. It’s just a lot.”
Chan squeezes Jisung’s arm. “It is. If you need a break, just say so. It’s just us.”
“I know.” Jisung breathes slowly, grounding himself. “I can do it.”
Chan kisses Jisung’s temple. “Yes, you can. Trust me, once you see Minho, everything will be so much easier.”
“Is his outfit really that pretty?” Jisung whispers.
Chan laughs quietly. “It’s not that. It’s…” he trails off. “I was so nervous, too. But the second I saw Felix walking down that aisle… nothing else mattered. Even though there were a hundred people there, all I saw was him. All I heard was him. I was just giddy to finally kiss him and be his husband officially.”
Jisung lets out a long, shaky breath. “I can’t believe this is finally happening.”
Chan squeezes his arm again. “Live it up. Just focus on Minho. That’s all you need.”
“That’s all I need,” Jisung repeats. “Do you—”
He’s interrupted by the piano starting to play, the familiar notes of the song Jisung wrote for their first anniversary. “Volcano.”
Chan nudges Jisung’s shoulder. “You ready?”
Jisung nods. “I’m ready.”
They step forward, turning the corner, and Jisung slowly rakes his eyes up the aisle. When his eyes land on Minho, he nearly trips over the white sheet of the aisle between the seats.
Minho’s suit is near identical to Jisung’s. White suit jacket and slacks, with a pink vest and tie and handkerchief in the breast pocket. Fuck. Why didn’t Jisung think of getting a green handkerchief instead of the white one?
The outfit is bad enough, but Minho’s face does it for Jisung. His expression is one that Jisung doesn’t see often, because Minho doesn’t cry often. But he looks seconds away from bursting out into tears.
So Jisung beats him to it.
Just a couple of steps from the arch of pastel pink flowers, Jisung starts to cry. Minho instantly steps forward and takes him from Chan’s arms and pulls him in for a hug.
Jisung buries his face in the crook of Minho’s neck. “Hyung, fuck,” he cries. “You’re so hot.”
Minho laughs, fond as ever. “I love you.” He kisses Jisung’s forehead. “Come on, baby, you can do it. Let’s do this.”
Jisung becomes horribly aware of where he is and what they’re meant to be doing. He blinks away his tears and pushes himself out of Minho’s arms. “Sorry, agh.” He clears his throat and bows in apology to the officiant.
The man standing between Jisung and Minho just gives Jisung a kind smile. “Don’t worry,” he assures. “This is your day. Take all the time you need.”
Jisung nods, more to convince himself that he’s okay than communicating that he understands. “Thank you,” he whispers, still choked up.
Minho takes his hands into his. “Just focus on me,” Minho says, squeezing Jisung’s hands. “Just look at me.”
Jisung does just that.
The celebrant drones on and on, and it’s not his fault that his voice bores Jisung to death. It’s not his fault that Jisung’s full attention is on the way Minho’s lips start to quiver from smiling so wide for so long. It’s not his fault that Jisung wants to feel that quivering against his own lips.
He only snaps out of it when Minho’s voice cuts through the fog forming in his head. “Bug,” Minho hums. “Are you going first?”
“Huh?” Jisung blinks his eyes rapidly, just another quirk he’s picked up from his soon-to-be husband.
Minho smiles so wide that Jisung can see nearly all of his teeth. “The vows, baby. Are you going first?”
“Oh,” Jisung breathes out. “Oh, uhm. I don’t know.”
Minho squeezes Jisung’s hands. “I’ll go first, then, okay?”
Jisung squeezes back. “Okay.”
“Han Jisung,” Minho starts, smiling wide. “I knew I loved you from the moment I saw you.” Finally, Jisung gets to hear the completion of that sentence. “You know this, but the others don’t: you were my first everything. I had an inkling that I was gay, but you helped me to realize just how much I liked men. Or, you, really.” Minho squeezes Jisung’s hands. “You’re the only one for me. You’ve always been the only one for me. I don’t think I’m gay, really. I’m Han Jisung-sexual.”
Jisung bursts out into giggles through his tears. Just about everyone sitting in the seats seem to laugh along. “Shut up,” Jisung hisses. “Freak.”
Minho narrows his eyes. “It’s my turn to speak, bug.” He mouths a “You love me anyways.”
Jisung mouths back an “I do.”
Minho clears his throat before continuing. “Anyway. That was how my proposal was supposed to go, before you so rudely interrupted me. Not that I minded.” Minho squeezes Jisung’s hands. “But vows are meant to be promises we make to each other, and I think we’ve made a million promises to each other through the years, so I don’t know what else is left.” Minho pauses to breathe in, eyes closed, and the exhale is shaky.
“Han Jisung,” Minho repeats, eyes glossed over as he opens them. “I promise to keep annoying you every day for the rest of our lives.” Jisung laughs through his own quiet sobs. Minho lets go of one of Jisung’s hands to caress away the tears streaming down Jisung’s face. “I promise to keep making you cry like this because of my love for you.” Jisung can’t even laugh— he full-on bawls against Minho’s hand, then pulls him in to bury his face in the crook of Minho’s neck.
“Hyung…” he cries into Minho’s shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you so much more, my baby,” Minho coos, petting Jisung’s hair.
Jisung is so, so grateful he decided against either of them wearing makeup. He knew he’d cry. At least Minho’s suit is only getting damaged by tears, and not a full beat.
Minho rocks him back and forth and coos with every stroke of his hand on Jisung’s head. “You’re doing so well, bug. So perfect. As always.”
Jisung sniffs against Minho’s suit. “Stop it. I’ll cry harder. I’m trying to stop.”
“Oh.” Minho’s face lights up as he laughs. “Baby, I thought something was wrong!”
Jisung wipes his eyes and purses his lips together. “Something is wrong. You’ve made me cry twice and we’re not even husbands yet.”
Their friends laugh from the small crowd, and Jisung glances over for a moment. All of them are crying. Jisung feels a little better, then, and turns back to face Minho. He reaches his hands out and Minho takes them instantly.
“Are you done with your vows, hyung?” Jisung asks softly.
Minho nods, blinking hard. A tear streams down his cheek and lands on his shoulder, adding to the massive grey spot left by Jisung’s tears.
Jisung makes it his goal to have a matching stain on his suit after his vows.
“Lee Minho,” Jisung starts, rubbing the backs of Minho’s hands with his thumbs. “I don’t need to tell you that I love you, or that I’ve always loved you, because you know that better than anyone. Better than me, even.” Minho nods and bites on his bottom lip, keeping it from quivering. “Every little thing in my life has led me to you. Coming back to Korea, choosing one of the worst colleges in the country, running into you head-first in the library.” Minho laughs, but it comes out choked. He’s holding tears back.
“My reason for living was always to meet you,” he continues. “I think I was born just to be yours.”
Minho crumples. He collapses into Jisung’s arms and cries into his shoulder. “Evil,” Minho hiccups into Jisung’s suit. “Evil man.”
Jisung hugs Minho tight and resists the urge to plant kisses all over his face. That can wait. “I love you, hyung,” he whispers instead, hand buried in Minho’s hair.
Minho nods against Jisung’s shoulder and squeezes him once before pulling away. He wipes his tears away aggressively and shakes his body. “Okay, okay. I’m okay.” Minho clears his throat and blinks rapidly. “I’m okay.”
Jisung giggles. “You’re okay?”
“I’m okay,” Minho repeats.
“Okay.” Jisung takes Minho’s hands back into his and squeezes them. “I don’t think I have many promises to make you, either. Not with how many we’ve already made. But…” Jisung trails off, staring at their intertwined hands. “I guess I’ll use your promises as inspiration for mine.” He looks up and admires Minho’s eyes, big and wide and beautiful. “I promise to keep putting up with you, no matter how annoying you are.” Minho laughs and squeezes his eyes shut. “I promise,” Jisung continues, “to keep crying all of the time because of how much you love me.” He resists the urge to kiss Minho’s hands, and instead squeezes them for the millionth time. “I also promise to keep trying to make you cry because of how much I love you.”
Minho sniffs, eyes still closed tight. “That won’t be too hard to accomplish, bug.”
Jisung smiles. “No. No, I don’t think it will be.”
The celebrant clears his throat. “Have the vows been completed?”
Jisung and Minho both blush and stare down at their hands. “Yeah,” Jisung whispers.
“Good.” The officiant signals to the others, and instantly, Felix is at their side. Spooked, Jisung’s hands shoot out of Minho’s, but he isn’t given any time to apologize before Felix is handing the pillow holding the rings to the officiant.
Minho takes the ring for Jisung first and rolls it around in his hand. A thick silver band, engraved with cosmos flowers, pink-purple gems in the center of each of them.
They decided to have one anothers’ symbols and colors on their own ring, so they’d be carrying around a part of each other everywhere for the rest of their lives.
Minho gently slides the band onto Jisung’s ring finger.
It fits perfectly.
Jisung takes the ring for Minho next and traces the edge. A thin rose-gold band, engraved with stars, green gems in the center of every other star.
They wanted the rings to be a little different, not entirely identical; but still similar enough that they looked like a perfect match. Just like Jisung and Minho.
Jisung gently slides the band onto Minho’s ring finger.
It fits perfectly.
“Lee Minho,” the officiant begins. “Do you take Han Jisung to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love and cherish him, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and forsaking all others, keeping yourself only unto him, for so long as you both shall live?”
Minho squeezes Jisung’s hand. His lips quiver as he smiles and opens his mouth. “I do,” he whispers, breathless.
Jisung needs to kiss him. Now.
“Han Jisung,” the officiant continues. “Do you take Lee Minho to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you—”
“I do, I do, I do,” Jisung interrupts. “Please, fuck, please, I want to kiss him so bad.”
The celebrant laughs. “Alright. You may now share your first kiss as husbands.”
Jisung jumps into Minho’s arms and presses his lips to Minho’s as soon as Minho hoists him up. Tilting his head to the side, Jisung deepens the kiss and opens his mouth, all while Minho spins them around and kisses back with Jisung’s legs wrapped around his waist.
The others cheer from their seats— a couple of them whistling, a couple of them crying loudly and openly, a couple of them clapping. They only spur Minho and Jisung on further, blatantly making out in one anothers’ arms under the arch of pastel pink flowers and light green leaves.
Minho pulls away just enough to have room to speak. Jisung closes his mouth and smiles down at him, waiting to hear what Minho has to say.
Rather than saying anything, Minho leans forward and licks the tip of Jisung’s nose.
Jisung’s face crumples. “Ew. Freak.”
Minho beams. Ah. That was his plan all along. “You love me anyways,” Minho replies.
Jisung softens and kisses Minho’s forehead.
“I do.”
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Jeongin and Chan have a little one-on-one time while they walk through the forest.
❄◌✴︎˚Jeongin｡✴︎◌❄
The journey to Changbin’s parents takes about two days. They're the closest out of all of their families. They don’t make the trip often, but it’s nice to know they have the option if they feel like they need to.
I must really be living up to my nickname, Jeongin thinks as he looks away from Chan again, ears already feeling a little warm. He’d thought about approaching him this morning, but that was before he walked in on him making out with one of his boyfriends. Again. The man seems pretty bashful himself, and Jeongin doesn’t want to make him feel embarrassed. So when they pick back up after lunch, he’s surprised when he hears his name and sees Felix pulling Chan over to him.
“Jeonginnie, I was telling Channie about how you and Seungminnie helped me the other day with the ice mirror,” Felix tells him. “I figured it would be easier to hear from one of you about how you made and maintained it. He’s really interested in hearing about our magic.”
“Oh,” Jeongin looks at them in surprise. Felix could easily describe what they did to start, but Jeongin guesses he’d rather not explain what he couldn’t witness while he was seeing. “Yeah, of course.”
“Splendid!” Felix unleashes that thousand watt smile. And with that he skips off to catch up to Minho, clinging to his arm.
Chan and Jeongin chuckle in tandem before Chan speaks. “So you made a mirror out of ice?”
“Mirror is a bit of a stretch in actuality,” Jeongin explains. “It wasn’t really too reflective, but with my power I was able to freeze the water evenly, which helps, along with it being thin. The pan we used made it easy for me to focus on smoothness since the shape was covered.”
“Really? Felix said that it was surprising how reflective it turned out.”
Jeongin laughs, “I think he was probably exaggerating to make me sound good. Anyway, after that, Seungmin needed to warm the pan. Turned out that we didn’t even need to use the springform pan, it slid right out.”
“Um.” Chan looks a little embarrassed maybe. “What’s a springform pan?”
Jeongin can’t help what he knows is a much too fond looking smile from spreading across his face. “I suppose you wouldn’t know much about kitchen tools, huh. It’s a two-part pan with a removable bottom. The other piece has this, like, buckle on the side to make it bigger so it can be taken right off.”
Chan murmurs in understanding before clarifying that they thought they might need to leave the bottom on for it to work. “So that means Seungmin’s control had to be precise to ensure he didn’t take too much off?”
“Exactly!” Jeongin says brightly. He’s so busy smiling at Chan that he trips over a tree root. Luckily, Chan catches him before he can faceplant on the forest floor. Having those muscular arms around him makes it obvious how Jisung imagined he was Changbin. It’s that same feeling of security he gets when the healer holds him. Pink blossoms over his neck, ears, and cheeks as he thanks Chan for the save. He’s pretty sure the color deepens when they straighten and the prince loops his arm around Jeongin’s and just keeps walking like that.
“Is this okay?” Chan asks shyly, his own pretty blush just adding to the whole effect.
“Um, yeah. Yeah, of course. Though,” Jeongin rushes to say. He removes Chan’s arm from his own so that he can slide his hand into his instead. He loves the way Chan’s smaller hand fits in his own. “I think this will make it easier if we run into any rougher terrain.”
“Okay,” Chan says, giving his hand a squeeze. “So, um, would you tell me more about your power in general? How it feels when you use it?”
Jeongin thinks about it for a moment. His gift has been a part of him, of his daily life, using it is like breathing. He tries to think back to the beginning. “Well, one thing kids used to ask me a lot is if my hands get cold, but it’s kind of the opposite? They don’t get warm, really, but they kind of feel like a buffer against the cold, if that makes sense?”
Chan nods, and it seems like he’s really interested in what he’s saying. It makes something in Jeongin feel warm, being able to share with him like this.
“But it doesn’t exactly come from my hands, anyway. Not anymore. When I first started it seemed like I needed to use my hands. That’s kinda how they teach most kids. I think it’s a focus thing,” he muses. He thinks about his boyfriends. “It’s more necessary for people like Binnie, and you know that touch enhances Jinnie’s gift, but he doesn’t need it, especially for people he’s closest to.”
“So if someone had taught me,” Chan wonders aloud. “Would they have had me use my hands?”
Jeongin considers it. “I’m not sure. Maybe they’d have you touch animals? That actually might be a good question for Bin’s parents.”
That shy look is back. Jeongin finds it incredibly endearing; it makes him want to throw caution to the wind and plant a kiss on one of those adorable dimples. “What are his parents like?” Chan asks.
“Oh, they’re great. He has three moms and two dads.” He peeks over to see Chan’s reaction to that. For someone who isn’t accustomed to polyamorous relationships, they might be able to wrap their mind around a polycule like theirs, but he knows it’s another thing to conceptualize having children in this situation. Chan doesn’t blink, though, just waits for him to go on.
“So, his fathers are Dongseok and Jongkook. Some people find them intimidating, but they’re super nice,” Jeongin starts. “Myungshin, Mido, and Inyoung are his mothers’ names, though Inyoung is the one who gave birth to him, which is why he took her surname. They’ve always been really supportive of Changbin, and the rest of us when we got together. Myungshin, Mido, and Jongkook are all really into magic and the arcane, so they’re the ones that’ll probably be the most help figuring this stuff out.”
Chan has been nodding along, lips slightly pouted in thought as he takes in the information. “You think they’ll be able to tell us how I have magic?”
Jeongin squeezes his hand. “I do. They’re very knowledgeable.” He observes him for another second. “What does it feel like when you use your magic?”
The prince looks a little stunned to have the question turned back on him. He frowns and says, “Nothing. It just feels like I’m singing. It doesn’t feel any different than it’s ever felt. I don’t understand it.” He looks as lost as he sounds.
This time, Jeongin rubs his thumb over Chan’s knuckles. “I think that’s how using magic is for everyone, though. It’s just part of you; like breathing or walking, you don’t really have to think much about it, it just happens,” he tells him.
Chan smiles up at him, but before he can say anything, Minho calls that they’ve reached camp. He’s back to looking a little confused when he asks, “Are we not camping in a clearing?”
“Oh, you’ll love this!” Jeongin grins as he pulls Chan along through the trees to the mountain wall. “Minho, wait for Chan!”
Minho is facing the rock wall with a strange, wrinkled face that appears like a relief carving. Jeongin can see that Chan hasn’t figured it out yet. He smirks at them, and the others that have gathered around him as well, and his eyes liquify into those beautiful, bronze-gold pools. The rock in front of him shifts, melting and molding into the shape of two large cats, each sporting that ridiculous jureumi face.
Jeongin usually enjoys watching Minho work, but this time he prefers to keep his focus on the wonder that’s taken over Chan’s face. He misses the third cat’s formation, but he knows just when it happens because of the small gasp Chan lets out. It’s incredibly endearing. He turns sparkling eyes on Jeongin as the others presumably go into the cavern.
“What is this place?” Chan asks, only peeking into the doorway rather than letting go of Jeongin to go take a proper look.
“So we moved into the cabin partially based on where the mines were, partially because we loved the land,” Jeongin explains. “When we mapped out the best routes to visit our families, this was a good central location after a days’ journey. Obviously our work involves trade, as well, so where better to do it than our hometowns and surrounding areas, so that means we’ll travel with at least some frequency.
“That led us to talking about how to make travel a little nicer for us. With our skillset, plus Minho’s gift, it made perfect sense to make ourselves a little permanent camp.” Jeongin gestures again to the cavern, this time pulling Chan through the door. He settles them out of the way of the rest, sitting on one of the beds. “It’s not the fanciest, but we have a shelter from the elements, decently comfortable beds, and plenty of room for our packs and all the gems.”
It’s pretty impressive, in Jeongin’s opinion. They even have a way to close the door and a chimney for an indoor fire, thanks to Minho. He can tell that Chan thinks so, too, as he watches him take it all in.
“This is,” Chan begins as he continues to look around. Then he brings his eyes back to Jeongin’s. He repeats, “This is, no you are all incredible, so clever and resourceful. I never would’ve thought to do something like this.”
Jeongin giggles, shy and proud all at once. “I couldn’t tell you, really, but I think you’re probably giving us a little too much credit.”
“I doubt it. You’re all so wonderful and impressive.” Chan pauses, eyes and smile soften. He glances around, prompting Jeongin to do the same; the others seem to all have gone, likely to wash up at the nearby stream and sort out dinner. “And beautiful. Jeongin-ah, I was wondering if, um, if you’d like to kiss me?”
Jeongin’s eyes go wide, and he can feel his cheeks burning a bright pink. Chan misinterprets his response, though. He immediately starts sputtering an apology and tries scooting away from him, but Jeongin stops him. “No, no, I’d like that. I just wasn’t expecting you to ask. Do you mean right now?”
Chan scratches at the back of his neck. “Not necessarily. I didn’t plan to ask right now; I’ve just been thinking about it, so it kinda just came out.”
Jeongin glances around again. They’re still alone, but that doesn’t mean someone isn’t about to come through the door and see them sitting there like a couple of tomatoes. But his mind hinges on the way he phrased it – ‘not necessarily’ is not a no. Plus, while he might act like it, it wouldn’t kill him if someone walked in on him for once.
“You’ve been thinking about it?” He asks with a sly smile.
The giggle that escapes Chan is beyond cute. He decides that they can probably risk a quick kiss. Jeongin brings his hand up, fingers landing under Chan’s chin so he can tilt his head up. The giggles are gone, and Chan’s eyes are fluttering closed as he closes distance between them.
The first touch of their lips is soft, sweet. One kiss turns into two, slow and gentle. As Jeongin begins to lick along the seam of Chan’s lips, he hears Changbin’s laugh near the door. So instead of slipping his tongue in, Jeongin stands up swiftly. Chan looks dazed, seemingly unaware of the fact that at least two of the guys are about to walk in.
“Innie! Are you and Chan trying to decide on sleeping arrangements?” Changbin asks when he walks through the door a second later, Felix and Seungmin in tow.
The question sinks in then. While they’d immediately sat on one of the beds, and he’d even mentioned them, Jeongin hadn’t considered the fact that they only have two beds in the cavern. It’s never mattered before, since they all sleep with each other all the time. Chan has only really slept with Hyunjin. The beds are of a decent size, but they can’t do six in one bed while they’re in the other. He sits back down, drawing Chan’s attention back to himself.
“You kinda napped with Jisung yesterday, and you seemed pretty comfortable with that, right?” He asks.
“Oh, um, yes.” It seems silly to Jeongin that Chan looks a little embarrassed to have it brought up again, even though he was kissing him just a minute ago.
He gestures to the bed they’re on and the one behind them. “Since there are only the two beds, as long as you’re comfortable with it, I figure Hyunjin and Jisung can sleep in one with you. Is there anyone else you’d be okay with in your bed so we can have a four-four split?”
Chan fiddles with a string on the hem of his shirt. “Yeah, that’s fine.” He peeks back up at Jeongin. “Would you like to be our fourth?”
That pride bubbles up in him again. Chan wants me in his bed. He tries for nonchalant when he says, “Sounds good.”
He lets Changbin know it’s sorted and leaves Chan to his own devices when Seungmin asks him to come help fill the pot for the soup Felix is making for dinner. For some reason, he’s bursting with desire to tell them what they interrupted by coming inside. When he does, he nearly has to smother Felix, who gets way too loud about it.
“You’re going to embarrass him!” Jeongin hisses. It’s his turn to almost shout, however, when Felix licks his hand.
Seungmin laughs at their antics, but supports Jeongin. “He’s right, Lix. You know he’s shy about this stuff.”
“But where are my kisses?” Felix demands, in a hushed tone this time. “I’ve flirted with him from the start basically. Am I less kissable than Innie and Jisungie?”
Jeongin rolls his eyes as Felix flings himself into Seungmin’s arms, who of course gives him just what he’s looking for. “You’re very kissable, Lix. You just need to spend some more alone time with him, and I’m sure he’d want to. Plus, he’s only been kissing us for two days, counting today. Give him time,” he tells him.
Felix tries to pout, but his smile wins out as he moves to wrap his arms around Jeongin’s shoulders now. “Oh my wise Jeonginnie, you make a good point. And in the meantime, you and Seungminnie will give me all the kisses I need, right?”
He’s too cute to deny in this moment, so Jeongin drops a kiss on his nose. “Of course, baby. And so will everyone else. Just not tonight because I’ll be too busy cuddling Chan.” This starts the cycle of complaints all over again, especially when Jeongin informs them that their bed is full. He loves this silly man.
Soon, they all sit down around the fire for dinner. It’s quiet at first, just a few compliments to Felix for the meal, as they sate the appetites they worked up walking all day.
It’s Minho who breaks the silence. “So we have another day of walking ahead of us, but I think we need to start thinking about how we’re going to keep Chan safe.”
“Oh, of course,” Seungmin says when he realizes what Minho means. He looks at a confused Chan to explain. “We’ll still be in the forest tomorrow morning, but around midday we usually pass through and stop in this village to trade. We don’t want too many people to see you, in case they recognize you and it gets back to the Queen that you’re still alive.”
“We could always just take the long way around the village,” Hyunjin suggests. “Even with a wide radius to avoid as many people as possible, it’ll only add, like four hours max.”
“If we do that, we’ll end up having to travel in the dark a bit for the last leg of the trip,” Jisung points out. “Though, I suppose that would mean it’ll be harder to recognize Chan when we walk through town.”
Changbin looks over at the gems they’ve brought with them and frowns. Jeongin knows just what he’s thinking: they don’t usually offload too much on this stop, but some is better than none. Plus, while they won’t necessarily know if they don’t stop in the village, they do have an agreement with the Noweul-eup elders to stop when they pass through the area.
“Bin, we’ll be at your parents’ place for at least a few days, right?” Jeongin asks, though he knows the answer. Changbin agrees, so he goes on. “What if I bring a pack full of gems back this way so we won’t be going back on our word. Plus, some of us will be leaving to trade past Gumsan-si anyway, right?”
He sees the relief land with his words. “Great idea, Innie. I can come with you. Don’t want you to have to travel alone,” he says.
“Maybe we should plan for who else will be trading now, too,” Felix suggests. “I think I should stay with your parents and Chan. Just in case I see anything concerning and we need to act.”
A few of them nod as Chan’s face pales at the idea. Seungmin speaks up next. “I’ll stay, too. At least at first. It’s gotten better, but you know I’ve still been sneezing.”
“Of course, Seungminnie,” Hyunjin says. “We want to get you well, and maybe if you work together, you can figure out how to prevent it from happening again.”
Jeongin considers where they usually go when they visit Changbin’s parents. “So, Bin and I will go to Noweul-eup. Do you wanna take Saebit-ri, too?”
“That works for me,” Changbin agrees. “But let’s stop back at home before heading there, okay?”
“Alright, well, do you want to go to Songpyeong-si and Uncheon-gun with me, Jinnie?” Jisung asks when Jeongin nods his assent.
“No, no, I’ll go with you.” Minho says before Hyunjin can reply. “Hyunjin has to stay in Gumsan-si with Chan. He hasn’t been having nightmares, but I don’t want to find out that it is just because of Hyunjin being there for him.”
The look Chan gives Minho is precious. After a second, Jeongin realizes that he’s not the only one. Hyunjin is clearly touched by his care as well. Seungmin, Felix, and Changbin both have that lovestruck, proud look they sometimes get when Minho randomly decides to wear his heart on his sleeve.
Jisung, for whatever reason looks amused. He pushes at Minho’s arm. “You softie,” he teases. His mirth is short-lived, because the next second a small, rock-cat jumps at him, knocking him flat on his back.
“Minho, what if he still had stew in his bowl!” Felix chides.
Of course Minho just shrugs and points out that he didn’t. They start quibbling, signaling the end to their trade discussion. Jeongin watches as Hyunjin starts to whisper with Chan before he realizes that Seungmin wants his attention. They talk for a bit about making a plan for seeing Seungmin’s parents as well while they’re in Gumsan-si. He wants everyone to be able to get together for dinner or something, so they need to make a plan that’ll fit with the four of them traveling for trade.
Later, when they’re settling in for the night, Jeongin doesn’t actually expect to cuddle with Chan. It makes sense for him to be on the end with Hyunjin next to him. Hyunjin seems to have other plans for them. He pulls Chan into the center of the bed with him.
“Innie is an excellent big spoon, Channie,” Hyunjin tells him with a grin.
At that, Jeongin can feel his ears heating up. Chan’s cheeks pink up a little bit as well, and Jeongin is about to tell Hyunjin to stop being silly, but Chan pats the bed beside him and turns onto his side. His voice is low but steady when he says, “Can’t wait to see if you’re right.”
Jeongin is shocked by his boldness, despite Chan having asked for a kiss earlier. He wonders if this is what he and Hyunjin had been chatting about after dinner. Either way, he won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. So, he slides into bed behind Chan, immediately wrapping his arm around his waist. It feels pretty great.
He hears rustling and giggles coming from the other side of the bed, but ignores it in favor of snuggling into Chan further. He’s asleep in no time.
