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Pairing ✨ Wonwoo x Female OC (ft. Jeonghan + Mingyu)

Synopsis ✨ When you had a baby with your on and off again situationship/ best friend, you couldn't cope. He and his friends took care of the baby whilst you got the help you needed. Now she's four, you're all living together and somehow all four of you are trying to navigate being normal 30 year olds and raising your daughter.

🩵 Very much a take on Three Men And A Little Lady (six year old me's favourite film) 🩵

Genre ✨ found family, fluff, angst, smut

Plot warnings ✨found family but also all their families are supportive, Wonwoo is a surgeon, Mingyu is a vlogger, Jeonghan is rich? (stay at home dad), OC is an artist, their daughter is called Areum (referred to as Areum and Ari), Wonwoo isn't the biological dad, descriptions of struggling to cope, postnatal depression (this is only really explicitly talked about at the start), very brief reference to abortion, she leaves the baby with the guys, Jeonghan being an absolute supportive king, IDIOTS in love, Jeonghan and Mingyu are unhelpful to the max when it comes to oc and Wonwoo's relationship, bi Jeonghan, Jeonghan struggling to come to terms with being bi, drinking, misunderstandings, Seokmin slander (he's a terrible date), spiralling, Wonwoo hating every child that isn't theirs, they're all the best girl dads there's ever been, mentions of cheating and homewrecking (there isn't any, OC is just a grade A idiot), sort of cliff hanger ending but it's obvious what'll happen and I'm going to do a little follow up to this when I get round to it

Smut warnings ✨ oral m.receiving/ dildo receiving(?), use of sex toys (aforementioned dildo), dom Wonwoo, deep throating, choking, body worship, Wonwoo is big, slight finger sucking (it has been pointed out I almost always include this so I'm just doubling down on the finger sucking), slight body insecurity (it's more nerves really), mating press, fluffy yet filthy sex?, unprotected sex-ish (she is on birth control), possessive Wonwoo, slight possessive OC, marking (back scratches), creampie, A LOT of saying I love you, slight cum play

Word count ✨ 19.5k

a/n ✨ I have deleted this no less than three times, written about ten other stories when I decided it was rubbish and then fell in love with the idea again and finally got my shit together and rewrote it. So this has been sitting in my drafts since I finished it, waiting for the loml's birthday (why does it feel like Wonwoo has been away for 300 years? I swear they're making my man do double the amount of time). And it took a lot of self restraint to not give one of them a comically large mustache so it was more like the original film. I won't be uploading anything for a few weeks because life is about to be hectic, so I hope you enjoy this little piece of chaos for Wonwoo's birthday!

Four Years Ago:

“What do you think you're going to do with those?"

“Defend us?" Mingyu says it like it should be obvious, holding his hair straighteners aloft ready to fight off anyone and everyone.

“Oh you'll really show whoever it is you mean business in that fluffy robe."

“Fuck you Wonwoo, at least…."

“Shut up! Let's just…take a deep breath,” Jeonghan dramatically breathes in and out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two? People hardly ring the buzzer if they're about to rob or murder you."

“You don’t know that Wonwoo," Jeonghan holds up a finger to shut him up.

“Yeah, it might just be a really polite murderer," Mingyu adds.

“Pair of fucking idiots."

"You shouldn't let him talk to you like that, it's your penthouse Jeonghan,"

“I pay rent! Try it sometime Mingyu!" Wonwoo hollers as he struts to the front door.

"He's really fucking mean when he's tired.”

"He is right dude, it's been months since you paid me rent.”

"You're a gazillionaire.”

"It's the gesture, y'know?”

"Whatever,” Mingyu rolls his eyes as they come to stand at the front door either side of Wonwoo.

"Well. Open it then,”

"Oh noooooow you're not so brave!”

"I just think it's your penthouse, you should open the door."

“Mingyu," Jeonghan turns to his friend, “open the door."

“Why me?!"

“You've got the straighteners."

“And you're built like a house." Wonwoo chimes in.

“And what’ll happen when you give me a complex huh? Who'll be the butt of your jokes then?”

"Still you.”

"Just open the door Mingyu!” Jeonghan barks, clearly having had enough of his two best friends come roommates.

"Alright! There's no need to shout!”

He wraps his hand around the doorknob, taking a deep breath as his two friends shift awkwardly on their feet, dreading whatever is behind the door. Because nothing good ever comes of unannounced guests at three in the morning.

Mingyu flings the door open and they all frown, there's nobody there? Had they spent so long arguing that whoever it was walked off in boredom? Or it was just some kids messing about? But this is the penthouse of one of the most exclusive buildings in the city, you can't get up here without a code.

A babbling shocks them though.

“Is that?"

“What the hell?"

“Is that a……”

A baby's giggle makes them all jump back.

"How did it ring the buzzer?” Mingyu whispers to Wonwoo.

"There's a note idiot.” Jeonghan reaches down but pauses when he sees his name written on the envelope.

“It knows your name?" Mingyu asks in wonder.

"Did you go to school?”

"Hey fuck you Wo…" he stops himself when he realises he's sworn in front of the baby.

“Are you gonna, y’know, open it?" Wonwoo presses.

“O-oh, yeah sure,"

His fingers shake as he opens the envelope, a weird feeling of doom hanging over him.

Jeonghan,

I don't even know what to write. I guess I should start with I'm sorry? I know we were nothing serious, I know I just stopped picking up your calls but I just didn't know what to do.

I've tried Jeonghan, I really have but I can't do it. I can't be what she needs, I can't be what I need right now.

I feel like I'm sinking and I can't take her down with me, she deserves someone, anyone other than me.

Her name's Areum, she's two months old and she's yours. And don't worry, you have my full permission to do a DNA test. I wouldn't trust me either. I've put her favourite blanket and teddy bear in her bag, there's some formula too and some clean clothes.

Just know that I tried. Please please know that I really did try my best for her.

And tell her mommy loves her, I'm just doing what's best for her. My best was just never going to be good enough for her or anyone.

I hope you'll both forgive me,

______

“_____!" Jeonghan throws the note at Wonwoo and sprints to the elevator.

He needs to find you, he needs to get to you. He knew it was weird you stopped picking up the phone but you're a free spirit, always have been ever since you both met at university.

He should've kept calling, he should've hammered your fucking door down.

You've had a baby, you've had his baby and you've done it all on your fucking own. Sure, it wasn't planned, you two just fooled around whenever you were drunk and single at the same time. It was reckless and stupid but you both got what you needed and so you didn't see a problem with it. But he'd never desert you, he'd never not step up to be what you and the baby needed. You're his friend and he loves you, he should've shown you that. Maybe then you wouldn't be in this state.

He slams the button again and again until eventually the doors open and he rushes in. A part of him hoped you'd still be in here but it's just silence, so silent he feels like he can hear his heart beat.

The doors open in the foyer and he was rushes out onto the street, his head in his hands as he looks up and down over and over again hoping to spot you disappearing into the distance.

But it's no use.

You've already disappeared.

You've disappeared and he's got no way of finding out if you're ok.

What the fuck is he thinking he knows you're not ok but that only makes everything so much worse. He's not bothered you didn't tell him about the baby, he's not bothered you've had the baby at the moment, his concern is you and whatever state of mind you're in.

But he knows he can't do anything about it at three in the morning. As soon as the hour is a bit more reasonable, he'll call your parents, he'll call your old school friends, fuck he’ll call the police if he has to. But he will make sure you're ok. He owes you that much.

At some point his feet bring him back to his apartment, the door slams behind him and he finds his two best friends watching a baby he didn't know existed ten minutes, as it bounces in its carrier.

“Did you find her?"

“She's gone,"

“We'll find her Jeonghan, I promise." Mingyu squeezes his shoulder.

“I don't know what to do," Jeonghan whispers, staring down at a baby that has his eyes.

“We take care of her." Wonwoo mumbles.

“_____ or the baby?"

“Both."

“Yoon Areum if you don’t get down here right now I’ll send Mingyu up there!” Jeonghan booms up the stairs.

“What’s Mingyu gonna do, paint their nails together?”

“He’s got a new thing where he pretends to cry because he realised she’ll do as she’s told then,” You tell Wonwoo as you sip your coffee.

“That’s manipulation.”

“And you reading her the dictionary is child cruelty.” Jeonghan fires back as he pours pancake batter in the pan on the stove.

“Excuse me? I think you’ll find that our daughter has the reading age of a high schooler.”

“She also has the reading tastes of an old lady,”

“Jeonghan’s right, I found her reading Agatha Christie the other day.”

“One of the greatest female writers of all time,” Wonwoo says proudly.

“It’s about murder Wonwoo.” You deadpan.

“Murder happens. It’s better she knows.”

“She’s four!” Jeonghan spins round.

“This is just another thing that they’re going to use against us,” you groan and rest your head on the kitchen island.

Wonwoo and Jeonghan share a look. You’d been panicking, they all knew it. For the past almost four years you’ve all been living together at Jeonghan’s penthouse. You’d been friends for years but when you found out you were pregnant you just spiralled. Like massively spiralled. You shut everyone off, ashamed that you’d fucked up so much. Sure you weren’t a complete mess but you were in no way ready for a baby. You’d made an appointment, you were going to go to the clinic and the whole thing would be over.

But when it came to it. You just couldn’t. You ran away from the clinic and away from everyone in your life. Even at the hospital, when you were giving birth, they pleaded with you to let them contact your parents or the father but you just wouldn’t. You were adamant this was your fuck up and you’d deal with it.

And then she arrived, the most beautiful baby you’d ever seen in your life. You took her back to your apartment and then things just went from bad to worse. You couldn’t get out of bed, you couldn’t eat, you just couldn’t function and you knew you were letting her down. You weren’t even looking after yourself well enough that she had enough milk, she had to go onto formula and that was just another thing that showed you how shit a mother you were. No matter how many times the medical visitor said it was totally normal for some mothers not to be able to feed as well as others and not to blame yourself, you still did. You were letting her down.

You brought her into this world and now you were letting her down. It was when she’d been crying for hours and you were sobbing on the floor that you knew you had to do something. It wasn’t loving her right to try and struggle through, it was loving her more to not be around her. You’d just ruin her life. You already were ruining her life.

Your parents would help. You knew they would. They’re well off, you’d never wanted anything in life, hell they’d even let you live at home for years until your paintings finally started selling and you could sustain yourself. But if anything that made it worse. You came from a good family. You’d made yourself a more than comfortable life, you had enough money to do whatever you wanted which is pretty rare for a 26 year old.

So if money and family and surroundings weren’t the reason you were struggling so much to give your baby what she needed. The only problem, the only common denominator in how shit life was for you and Areum. Was you.

Jeonghan was a good man, you’d been friends for years and he had a good family. Better than good. One of the richest families in Korea though they were somehow a close knit loving family in spite of the money and power they had. They’d look after her. And that’s what she needed, people that loved her like you but weren’t fucking terrible at everything.

It broke you to leave her. It broke you to see Jeonghan running after you. If he’d have just run down the stairwell instead of taking the elevator, he’d have found you.

You wanted to walk away but you couldn’t.

Not until you knew she was safe in his hands.

The next day he sat outside your apartment until you finally answered, telling you that he had all the time in the world because Wonwoo and Mingyu were knee deep in diapers. Eventually you answered and he didn’t shout or scream. He just sat and listened and held you when you cried. By the end of that week you’d seen a doctor, your mom, Jeonghan’s mom and Jeonghan with you, as the doctor told you that none of it was your fault and you weren’t a bad mother. A bad mother would never wait to make sure her daughter was safe. A bad mother wouldn’t have realised how bad the situation was for you or the baby. They diagnosed you with post natal depression and you spent a couple of weeks with your parents.

The guys would bring Areum by every couple of days and between her smiling face and the chaos of the three men who had come to dote on her, you gradually got better.

After a few weeks Jeonghan suggested you move in with them. He had more than enough room for you to have your own space and they’d even decided to turn the home gym into Areum’s bedroom for when she was old enough to sleep on her own. They’d bought everything they needed for a baby and more besides. And when you said you weren’t sure, all three of them descended on you saying it was what they all wanted. They wanted to be there and surely the more help, the better.

You agreed and the rest is history.

It wasn’t always easy but it worked. She had three men who would do anything for her, who you see in her ever flourishing personality and you’d managed to become the mother she deserved. It didn’t stop you doubting yourself or worrying about what people thought but with three of the best cheerleaders in the world on your side, life was good. A bit mad. But good.

“He’s on the phone to Hyeji anyway, they’re probably going you hang up , no you hang up. There’s more chance of Ari throwing up than doing what she’s told.”

“I like her! She’s been good for him!”

“I’m not saying she hasn’t, I just wish they didn’t live in two different countries, I’m sick of hearing them having phone sex.”

You and Jeonghan grimace at that.

Mingyu and his girlfriend met online. They’re vloggers. Or bloggers. Or….something to do with going to cafes and eating too much food on the internet. He makes decent money off it, even enough to pay Jeonghan all the rent he owed him over the years, but you’ve no idea how he makes money off just wandering around the city when it’s raining and then drinking an overpriced latte. But he’s happy and that’s all that matters.

“When are you going to introduce us to your new girlfriend?” You turn on your stool to smirk at Jeonghan.

“I don’t have one.”

“Oh please, you’re always smiling at your phone.”

“Do you not think it’s weird to try and pimp out your baby daddy?”

“Not at all, I’m just trying to get you to leave the house.”

“It’s not my fault I’ve somehow become a maid for you three and our daughter. Talking of her, AREUM YOU HAVE TILL THREE OR I’M COMING UP THERE,” He marches off with his hands on his hips.

“It’ll all be fine you know,”

“I know it will you,” you sigh as you turn back to Wonwoo, “it’s just I know people will think it’s weird and I don’t really care about them, I just don’t want them to take it out on Ari.”

“Ari can handle herself.” Wonwoo nods, smiling.

“I know but this is the first time she’s going to be around normal families,”

“Hey, there is nothing normal. And she’s one of the most well adjusted, intelligent, beautiful little girls I’ve ever met. And I’m a doctor so I should know.”

“You’re a heart surgeon,” you narrow your eyes at him, “how many kids have heart attacks?”

“It happens,” he shrugs, “but I see them in the hospital, roaming around the place like feral animals. She’s way better than other kids.”

“I’m not sure you can say that,”

“Well I did,” he takes a slice of toast as a flustered Jeonghan stomps back into the kitchen.

“She wants Wonwoo to do her hair, apparently the way I do plaits is wrong.”

“I am good with my hands,” Wonwoo beams, throwing his toast down as he rushes off to do your daughter's hair.

He’s no idea what he’s just said or the road your mind is currently travelling down but Jeonghan smiles knowingly at you watching Wonwoo disappear up the stairs and goes back to making pancakes.

“Why don’t you just tell him?”

“Tell who what?”

“Tell Wonwoo how you feel.”

“He’s already asked me how I’m feeling today, it’s a big day, you’ve all asked me.”

“Don’t get smart with me _____, I know you better than anyone.”

It’s true. He does. You’d realised pretty early on, probably before you even had Areum, that you and Jeonghan worked really well together. But it’s very much just as friends. It was just letting off steam whenever you had sex, like a weird situationship where you were best friends until you were both horny and then you were both just means to an end.

It worked. There was no jealousy or arguing about other people because you knew you didn’t love each other like that. You did love each other but like he’s a family member. You loved that you both brought Areum into the world. And that’s lucky. Because couples break up all the time and ruin their kid’s lives. But you two are best friends raising your child with your two other friends and if anything, you feel more secure than you would in a relationship and raising a child.

“What do you want me to say?” You whine quietly.

“Tell Wonwoo….”

“Tell Wonwoo what?” The man himself jumps down the bottom step of the stairs whilst a very excited Areum runs at you.

“Mommy! Can you please tell him that I wasn’t late. I’m right on time, we only start at 9am.”

“I thought it was 8:30?”

“That’s what mommy told you but it’s because you’re always late.”

“Are you serious?!” Jeonghan spins round, almost knocking the pancakes off the counter.

“You are always late.” You dismiss him.

“You,” he points at his daughter with the spatula, “come here and eat these pancakes. I demand it.”

“Is there syrup?” Ari asks, her hands on her hips, the complete double of her father.

“Obviously. I’m not a monster.”

“Ok then,” she giggles and Jeonghan scoops her up into his arms as they flip the last pancake.

“What did you need to tell me?” Wonwoo asks softly as he sits back down.

“O-oh!” Fuck you need to think of something convincing, “I er, I have an appointment at the hospital and it’s around lunch time.”

“Ok?” His eyebrows knit together, “It’s nothing serious is it? Anything I can do?”

“No! No, it’s just a dermatologist appointment. Not that I have a rash or something! It’s just a follow up about some dry skin.” Fuck, shut the hell up ______.

“Thanks for letting me know? I guess?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to grab lunch? What with me being there and you being there and us living together, y’know as friends.”

He sits in silence until you finish whatever bullshit is coming out of your mouth.

“Sorry _____, I have plans for lunch.”

Of course he fucking does. You weren’t even going to tell him you were going to the hospital, you’d be happily eating your breakfast if it wasn’t for fucking Jeonghan.

“No problem!” You smile fakely and grab the jam.

“We could…..”

But you don’t hear Wonwoo’s gentle voice because Jeonghan launches a pancake so high into the air that it sticks to his ten foot ceilings and chaos ensues.

The rest of the morning passes in a whirlwind of a messy kitchen, photos with all of you and Areum before her first day at school and then Jeonghan and Wonwoo trying to calm you and Mingyu down as you both bawl in the back of the car about how your baby is all grown up.

Why do they insist on putting the pharmacy in hospitals so far away from literally everything? You swear you've been round this hospital five times and it's not like you've not been following the signs, you have.

You thought you'd finally found it. There seemed to be a gaggle of people huddled around and you presumed they were waiting for meds but instead you stumbled on the cafeteria.

It is lunch time. And you have walked thirty four miles in search of the pharmacy so you don't suppose it'd hurt to get something to eat. You haven't got too long until you'll need to pick Ari up from school. You and Mingyu had said you'd go mainly because you've both been checking your phones every ten minutes in case she'd fallen to the ground in a fit of tears declaring she needed her mommy. But she hadn't, it was you that felt like you needed your mom.

You settle on just grabbing a drink from the fridges. The place is packed and you won't be the person that takes the spot in the queue for food from an overworked doctor because you're bored and in a mood about pharmacies.

Grabbing a soda and closing the door, you're ready to head to pay when you hear a name you know better than most. You don't know the voice speaking it, but you definitely know the name.

You search through the tables, hoping to spot him. You know he said he was busy but surely he wouldn't object to you saying hello, you do raise a child together after all.

Just how many tables are in this fucking cafeteria?! You can't spot him for shit, maybe you were wrong, maybe it wasn't his name. But then you spot him and you feel like throwing your bottle of soda at the man at the table in front of you.

He's smiling, the same smile you love so much, at a woman. Yes, not the most damning of situations to find him in, but he's still laughing. And if anything they're sitting pretty close to each other. Too close in your opinion, they should be at least two metres away from each other to make it decent. It's just those two at the table and they're chatting and laughing and probably falling in love and forgetting you or Ari exist completely.

You’re not sure why you're so pissed off but why hadn't he just said he had a date. They've all been on dates since you've lived there. You have one firm rule. They don't bring anyone into Areum’s life until they know they're serious about them. She doesn't need hundreds of people in her life and it confuses her.

It was a good rule. It worked. Not that you've ever used it, you haven't been on a single date since you had her. But it worked in general for you all as a family but right now? You'd quite like it if the rule was that none of them go out of the house except for work and even then they can't speak to anyone else that isn't you.

Well.

You're not so bothered about the rule for Mingyu and Jeonghan but for Wonwoo? No. He needs to be chained to his desk or something so this woman can't get near him.

You need to get out of here, you can't risk him seeing you, fuck knows what you'd end up saying. It'd either be sobbing that you loved him or you'd aim the soda you've just put back in the fridge at his little girlfriend's head.

You rush back to the car, you'll get your cream the doctor prescribed another time, and slam the door behind you.

Why did you think he'd ever think of you as anything more than Areum’s mom?

Thank fuck you didn't listen to Jeonghan. If you'd have told Wonwoo exactly how you feel and he turned round and said “Cool. Here's my girlfriend." You'd never be able to step foot out of your bedroom again. Ari would need to tell her friends that her mom was like a modern day Mrs Haversham and you'd just get little updates from Jeonghan through the door.

You've no idea what takes over you. But you do something you swore you'd never do. You'd always claimed it was like wading through the depths of hell.

But you do it anyway.

You take out your phone. And you download tinder.

"Does every breakfast need to be so dramatic?” Wonwoo groans, looking at you. But frowns a little when he realises you're not really paying attention to him. He likes your little chats whilst all the chaos unfolds around you both.

"Ari, come here let me do your hair.”

"Woowoo does my hair."

“Just," you sigh, scratching your brow, “come here. He's eating his breakfast,"

“I don't mind……”

"It's fine,” you don’t look at him and just turn Ari around when she comes over so you can do her hair.

"I was thinking we could have burgers for dinner. I got some steak and I want to try the new mincer thing I bought.”

"Yeeees!!!” Mingyu and Ari shout together.

"I can't, I've got plans.”

The three men stop eating their breakfasts and stare at you, the cereal from Mingyu’s spoon falling from his spoon.

"With who?”

"A friend.” You finish plaiting Areum’s hair and pat her bum to send her back to her chair.

"I thought we were your friends.”

“Yeah! What she said!" Jeonghan points at Ari, frowning at you.

“I do have a life, Jeonghan."

“Is it a new friend?" Mingyu asks bluntly.

“I met them on that thing." You mumble, not really wanting to have this conversation in front of Ari.

“What thing?" Wonwoo demands next to you, his face like thunder.

“The thing where people meet new friends."

They all share blank stares as Areum happily eats her cereal, her little legs swinging.

"What?”

"I met someone on tinder.” You say loudly and the silence that follows is palpable.

"What's a tinder?”

"It's, er, well,” shit you didn't want to just blurt that out, this is the first time you're using the dating rule and it's already going wrong, "it's….."

“It's something you use to start a fire."

“Why would mommy be starting fires?"

“I won't be," you glare at Mingyu, why the hell would he mention fires to a four year old?!

“You're going to start a fire with your new friend?"

“I'm just going to dinner with my new friend honey, there's no fire."

“Is she nice?"

“Yeah," Wonwoo glares, Mingyu and Jeonghan lowering themselves slightly in their seats, “is she nice?"

"Seems to be,” you shrug, not being drawn into admitting it's very much a man that you're going to dinner with.

"I think it's nice you have a friend mommy. I made some friends at school and I really like them. I think your friends will make you happy like my friends make me happy.”

"Hopefully,”

"Can I come?”

"Not this time honey, it's a fancy restaurant anyway, you won't like the food,” you tickle her tummy and make her giggle.

"Does that mean you'll get to dress like a princess?”

"I don't know, I haven't decided what to wear yet.”

"I think,” she puts her spoon down and kneels up on her chair so she can lean over to you, her little hands on your cheeks, "you always look like a princess. And," she puts her head close to yours so she can whisper to you, “don't forget that I'm your best friend mommy."

"I won't honey,” you take her little hands and place a kiss on each palm, "c’mon let's get you to school, if we hurry we can leave these three with all this mess.”

"Good plan mommy,” she whispers back and runs off to get her stuff.

"Soooooo,” Jeonghan says once Areum is out of earshot, "you're going on a date?”

"Is that not allowed?”

"I-it is!” Mingyu rushes to add in but throws a tentative glance at Wonwoo, "I just didn't know you were looking for that right now.”

"I haven't been on a date since I had Ari. In fact it was probably like two years before that. And you three all see people, no matter how much you hide it. Or think you do.”

They all frown at each other, Jeonghan rolling his eyes a little because he presumes you're talking about him and whoever you think he's seeing.

"Just, be careful.”

"Do you say that to Wonwoo or Mingyu?!”

"_____,” he groans, "I'm just looking out for you!”

"Well thanks,” you scrape your chair back and stand up to take your daughter to school, "but I'm 30 years old. I can't just watch everyone live their lives. What happens when you all get married and move out? I'll just be on my own!”

"Who said anything about getting married?!” Jeonghan shouts after you but you ignore him.

You're going on this date. Whether they like it or not.

You're an idiot. If you were to look up the word idiot in the dictionary there'd just be a huge fucking picture of you holding a big sign that reads "here's the world’s biggest idiot.”

Why did you think a date would be a good idea? Especially with someone who you've spent a grand total of forty hours talking to. But then when you subtract sleeping, panicking over what to reply and washing weird stains out of Ari's clothes, you'd probably spent closer to about two hours speaking to your date.

And you wish you hadn't.

Seokmin seemed nice enough when you matched with him. He was hot. He had a good job. He was the right age. But he spent the whole night laughing at everything you said.

You're hilarious, or you and Areum think you are anyway, but you literally said "do you want some bread?” And he more or less started rolling around on the floor laughing. You've no idea if it was a nervous habit or whether he was just on really hard drugs that made him think the simplest word was the funniest thing he's ever heard.

Whatever it was, when he dropped you home (around the corner because you didn't want this cackling creep to know where you lived), you vowed to delete tinder off your phone.

On your short walk home, you've prepared yourself for life.

You'll live your life painting, something you already do, but now you're a spinster you'll do it much more dramatically. You'll no longer paint landscapes, which is what you specialise in now. You'll become one of those artists that throws paint at things and then says it shows the bleak end that human civilization is heading for.

And you'll buy a cat. Or a dog. Or maybe a farm.

Jeonghan would probably take Areum, you've proved you can't look after her on your own. Fuck. You need to stop that, you can't start spiralling down that hole again because of this one set back.

Areum can come with you to the farm. You can be that weird mother and daughter that live on the edge of a forest and scare people as they go for hikes. She’d like that.

One thing is for sure, you're done dating. It isn't for you. You'll just have to wait until they've all got married, take the pitying looks from everyone as they see you gradually turn to peak eccentricity and then leave for your farm by the forest.

You take a deep breath before you open the apartment door and then enter the code. Everyone will be in bed, it's pretty late. But it's just knowing that at some point you're going to have to tell them that it was all pointless, that you'd embarrassingly chosen the weirdest man you could to go on a date with.

The apartment is dark other than a lamp they've left on for you and you head straight for the kitchen. You need a glass of wine and you didn't dare drink on your date for fear the laughing idiot made a move you weren't ready for.

The fridge light makes you squint and you grab the wine, wondering whether weird old ladies prefer red or white. It's probably rosé.

The wine glugs as you pour it. And then glugs a bit more as you fill it perilously close to the top.

“Bad night?"

“Fuck!" You spill wine on the kitchen counter, “shit."

“I’ve got it," Wonwoo rushes from his stool and grabs a cloth.

“I didn't know you were there," you shake the wine off your hand and put the bottle back in the fridge.

"Needed a glass of water,”

You just hum and take your glass of wine.

"Night then.”

"Wait,” you stop on your way to your bedroom, "do you not want to talk about it?”

"There's nothing to talk about. It was a date.” You still don't turn to look at him.

"Have I done something to upset you?”

"No.”

"Then why won't you turn around?”

"I'm going to bed.”

"Was he cruel or something?”

"Nope, it was fine."

You hear him sigh but you can't face him. It's fucking embarrassing knowing they're all moving on in life and you're stuck where you are.

“Goodnight," you mumble quietly and rush off to your room.

Wonwoo watches you go. He doesn't understand what's going on or why you've suddenly decided to download tinder. But hopefully, eventually, one of them can figure it out.

It turns out you were wrong. That photo of you in the dictionary with your big sign declaring yourself the world’s biggest idiot is now wrong. You now need a sign that reads “the universe’s biggest idiot” because as you lie on your daughter’s bed, your head pounding and your whole body cringing in horror, you can’t think of a single thing you’ve done that’s made you feel as horrible or as guilty as you do now.

Last night:

“Do you think I need to ring your mom again?

“No,” Jeonghan sighs.

“My mom?”

“_____ seriously she’s only gone for two nights and she’s with all of her grandparents, if anything she won’t even remember we exist.”

“You don’t think she loves us?”

“Why are you always such a whiney drunk?”

“I used to be a horny drunk but look where that got us.”

“I don’t think we’ve done too badly,” Jeonghan smiles as he leans against the kitchen counter with you.

“True,” you knock your beer back and squint into the distance, “do you know any of these people? I swear I only know Wonwoo in that whole crowd.”

“Nope. But Mingyu’s happy and he’s stopped crying because he’s turning thirty so I’ll happily take the loud music and an apartment full of strangers.”

You hum and take another sip of your drink.

“Why didn’t you bring someone?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he smirks at you.

“I haven’t got anyone to bring.” You turn away from him, your eyes drifting to Wonwoo who's trying to leave the little makeshift dance floor before Mingyu makes him dance with him again.

“Me neither.”

“Why do you keep doing that? I know you’re seeing someone, why can’t you just tell me?”

“I’m…..Fuck…..” He looks at the ceiling with worried eyes.

“Do I know her or something?”

“It’s…..It’s not a she.”

If you weren’t four beers in, your brain might not need quite so long to catch up with what he’s just said. But you’ve always been a light weight which means Jeonghan has to wait awkwardly whilst you realise what he’s just said.

“A he?” You turn to him fully, putting your beer down.

“Hm-mm,” He looks down.

“Is he nice to you?”

“What?” He frowns.

“Is he kind?”

“Yes?”

“Good.” You nod, “That’s all that matters.”

“That’s it?”

“Jeonghan, I just want you to be happy. If you’ve realised that happiness is with a man, then that’s great.”

“You’re the first one I’ve told. I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks.” He says like he’s had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I knew you were up to something,” You narrow your eyes at him and poke his chest, “I love you Jeonghan.”

He pulls you in for a hug mumbling an “I love you too” with a roll of his eyes. It’s clear he’s been worrying about telling you, or even anyone, about who he was seeing but why, you don’t know.

“Thank you _____,”

“What for?” You ask into his shoulder.

“Everything. I’ve got the most beautiful little girl and an amazing life. Just. Thank you. For trusting me all those years ago.”

“And I’m the whiney drunk?” You pull back to look at him.

“I guess we both lost our drunk horniness.” He chuckles as you both lean back against the counter with your drinks.

You wait what you hope is an acceptable amount of time before you ask what you really want to know.

“Is he hot?”

“So fucking hot.” He high fives you.

“SHOTS. COME ON YOU TWO!”

“Do we have to?”

“He isn’t going to leave us alone if we don’t.” Jeonghan grumbles and drags you over to the party.

----------------

You’ve had far too much to drink. Everyone has had far too much to drink. Some idiot decided that playing spin the bottle was a great idea and when you, Jeonghan and Wonwoo said absolutely not, you’re not seventeen years old, you got forced into the circle anyway.

The bottle missed you every time thankfully but when it was your turn to spin the bottle of dread, it landed on the one person you didn’t want. Because of course it did.

The bottle landed on Wonwoo and even through your drunken haze you could see he wasn’t impressed. Handily. Right at the second you’d tried to make your way over to him, he got a phone call from the hospital he couldn’t miss.

Because what’s more embarrassing than playing spin the bottle at thirty years old? Playing spin the bottle at thirty years old and the recipient of your impending kiss literally running away from you.

The game finishes and you’re more than a little drunk and you’re more than a little pissed off.

You’re going to find that gorgeous ass hole of man and you’re going to defend your own honour.

You march around the apartment until you finally find him, trying to sort the trash out.

“Wonw-woo,” you stammer, swaying towards him.

“Hey! I wondered where you’d got to!” He smiles.

You want to punch him. How dare he smile at you like he smiled at that woman.

“I’m not the one who ran off!”

“What do you mmmpf,”

He doesn’t have a chance to answer you. You throw yourself at him, your lips smacking into his more like you’re attacking him than kissing him. If you were sober you’d see his wide eyes and arms flailing around so he doesn’t fall. But you don’t because you’re more interested in kissing him with so much force that his lips will be too sore to show that smile you love so much to anyone else other than you. Your hands hold his cheeks as you lose yourself for what feels like an hour but is probably more like a few seconds and then finally release him.

“What the…….”

“I’m gonna be sick,” You manage to get out before you run off to the bathroom.

So that’s how you find yourself here. The day after Mingyu’s thirtieth birthday party, on your daughter’s bed and avoiding the world outside of these four walls. You’ve no idea why you’d decided to spend the day in her room. You woke up, had a shower and then the flashbacks started and you felt yourself folding in on yourself. You weren’t just embarrassed, you were fucking mortified.

It’s probably because her room is literally like being in the clouds. You’d spent weeks painting clouds on the walls and ceiling when she was ready for her own room.

It was relaxing to some extent and it felt like she was near to you, cuddling by your side and telling you about her day. Instead of it just being you in your cave of embarrassment.

The door creaks open and all you can think is that you hope it’s not Wonwoo.

It’s obvious why he didn’t want to kiss anyone. It’s obvious why he pretended he had a phone call. Maybe not obvious to everyone who doesn’t know he’s seeing someone but you did. And in your stupid drunken state you kissed him anyway and you feel fucking terrible. You know he would never be the kind to cheat, he must be feeling fucking awful. He probably hates you and he’d have every reason to.

Such a stupid, selfish thing to do to a man who has only ever shown you and Areum kindness and warmth.

“Hey,” Jeonghan’s head pokes through the door with Mingyu’s head just above it, “can we come in?”

“Sure.” You keep staring at the ceiling with your head on your daughter’s pillow. “Do you have to do that!”

“What?! How else do you want me to lie down?” Mingyu glares down at you as he clambers over you so he’s between you and the wall.

Is nothing sacred? Now you’ve got Mingyu on one side and Jeonghan on the other, all three of you staring at the ceiling on Areum’s single bed.

“This bed isn’t built for three. You're barely on it."

“Well if you’d mope in your own room, we’d have more space wouldn’t we.” Jeonghan scolds you.

“What’s going on?" Mingyu asks softly.

“Nothing."

“_____, please. You've been weird for days. Please just talk to us." Jeonghan reaches for your hand, Mingyu taking your other.

“I'm," you sigh, “I'm scared."

“Of what?"

“Life?"

“Should I call the doctor or something?" Jeonghan rushes to sit up but you make him lie back down.

“It's not that." You think about how to phrase it. “You're all moving on."

“I've been dating for a month or so!"

“And Hyeji is already on a plane home! I actually think we work better in other countries."

“I don't mean like that. I just mean, you're all dating, you're open to dating. And I'm scared of the future. Last time I was on my own with Ari I couldn't be what she needed.”

"You're a great mom!” Mingyu interrupts.

"I am now,”

"You were then.” Jeonghan says bluntly, squeezing your hand.

"I'm just……I'm scared to be on my own when you've all moved on. I'm not saying you won't be there for her,"

“We'll be there for you too. And you can date! You can do whatever you want to!"

“I don't want to. Well I do……what I want isn’t important. I can't have what I want."

They both stay silent. They know what you want. They know who you want.

"I feel like life's moving on and leaving me behind and I don't want to be the reason you all hold yourselves back. I don't want to be the person I was when I left Areum at your door but I don't want you to not be able to move on because I left her at your door."

“Fuck that's a lot of feelings all at once _____." Mingyu mumbles.

“Do you want to know something?"

“Go on," you and Mingyu turn your heads to Jeonghan, him still looking at the ceiling.

“I worried you'd all move on without me. I was having all these feelings about who I was attracted to……"

“He's told me about his hot piece of ass," Mingyu whispers in your ear.

“And I didn't think I'd ever come to terms with being bi."

You squeeze his hand, knowing that's the first time he's probably said that out loud.

“But before that I'd already decided, you all wouldn't get rid of me."

“What do you mean?"

“My parents are building a new luxury complex. And the top floor has three apartments, even bigger than this one. We'll have one each." He says matter of factly.

“And you've just decided that?"

“I mean you can all do what you want but it's there."

“You planned it out? For us?"

“I like our little family. I think it's good for Areum."

“I couldn't face having to tell her that she couldn't see any of you anymore, she has three dads. She proudly tells people she has her daddy, her Wooowoo daddy and Gyugyu daddy. I couldn't bear her not seeing any of you, that's what I've been worrying about. That and how I’d cope."

“Wait, we're not moving yet are we?"

"They're still trying to get planning permits. It'll be a couple of years yet.”

"A couple of years of more of this sounds good.” Mingyu snuggles his head onto your shoulder and you do the same to Jeonghan.

A gentle silence falls, some of the worries eased about what would happen as you all kept growing. And knowing you'd be able to meet people or date or marry or just do whatever you wanted but still near each other, helps more than Jeonghan probably realises.

“Did something happen at the party?" Jeonghan asks softly.

“I think I upset Wonwoo. I think I made him do something that'll hurt someone."

“Who?"

“When I was at the hospital I saw him with the woman he's seeing. I don't know why he didn't just tell us he was seeing someone."

“He is? I don't think he….”

“Yeah. And I've done something that’ll hurt both of them."

"He'll understand, whatever it is.”

"I doubt it.”

"Go see him,” Jeonghan replies.

"He's not here is he?”

"Go see him at work. If it's making you feel this bad, go and say you're sorry. At least then when he gets home from work and Ari comes back from being with her grandparents, there'll be no awkwardness."

“When did you become so good with these things, Kim Mingyu?”

"I finally fucked my girlfriend in real life. It changes a man.”

"Oh my god is that what that noise was?! I thought there was a cat being strangled somewhere!”

You laugh but smack Jeonghan on the chest for being mean, though even Mingyu snorts. He was pretty fucking loud, taking full advantage of there being no Areum around.

"Jeonghan?”

"Yeah?”

"These apartments, do I……”

"Yes you have to pay rent Mingyu.”

The three of you giggle and keep staring at the painted clouds on the ceiling but you know what you've got to do. Just two more minutes of peaceful bliss and you'll do it. You'll man up and take responsibility for your actions.

If only it was as hard to find cardiology as it was to find the pharmacy. Once Mingyu and Jeonghan had told you it'd all be fine for the four thousandth time, you got in the car and seemed to arrive at the hospital way quicker than you thought was possible.

Will he be even more pissed at you because you're disturbing him at work? Will he have already told his girlfriend what happened? Fuck if she's also working today she'll probably have security throw you out of the hospital.

“Can I help you?"

“Oh!" You spin round to find a woman in scrubs sitting at a desk in the centre of the department.

“You look a little lost." She says kindly.

“I'm looking for Won…I-I mean Dr Jeon?"

“Are you a patient? I think he's in surgery at the moment. I could…..”

"_____?”

"Wonwoo?” You look up to find him walking out of some double doors that lead to the operating theatres, pulling his scrub cap off and looking confused.

Fuck. She's with him. She doesn't look pissed, so maybe he hasn't told her yet. Maybe you should? It might sound better coming from another woman? You could explain everything you're feeling and she might not be as pissed. But that's fucking selfish, to expect her to just understand that you've kissed her boyfriend.

“Is Ari ok? What's wrong?" He rushes over to you, all of his colleagues trying to not look interested in who this woman is that clearly knows the hot heart surgeon.

"She's fine. I just needed to talk to you,”

He gestures for you to move a little further away from where his colleagues have congregated.

"Why? What's wrong?"

What's wrong?! He can't be serious.

“Do you think she'd talk to me?"

“Who?"

“Your girlfriend," you mutter under your breath, looking over at the woman who doesn't seem bothered that you're talking to him.

So she must not know then.

"_____ what are you talking about?” He's looking more and more concerned, he must've been stressed all day about it.

"I know she'll have every right to hate me and I know you probably hate me. Fuck I shouldn't have done it, I'll tell her it was all me. I was just upset, I swear I never meant to cause any trouble,”

"What? Wait. Er Dr Kim,” he gets the attention of another doctor by the desk, "I just need to sort something out, could you do the post op checks and then we'll run through what you'll need to do tomorrow when I'm off.”

"No problem boss!”

"Come with me.” He mumbles, making you follow him down a corridor.

Surely he's not not going to tell her what happened. That's not Wonwoo.

He opens a door and gestures for you to walk into what appears to be an on call room and your stomach drops. This is where he tells you he hates you and he wants you to leave the apartment, he'll probably say you're a bad influence on Ari and you shouldn't be around her either.

"Right.” He closes the door. "What are you talking about?”

"I've been worrying all day and I swear I didn't mean to cause you any problems! I was just sad you obviously didn't want to kiss me during spin the bottle but my drunk brain didn't comprehend that of course you didn't want to kiss me. You've got a girlfriend that you're clearly more than happy with. And I suppose I should apologise for telling Mingyu and Jeonghan about her, you were obviously trying to keep it private but I saw you when I came for my appointment, I wasn't spying on you," you rush to say, “I just stopped for a drink when I was looking for the pharmacy and saw you. I left straight away, I promise."

“Why didn't you come over if you saw me while you were here?"

“You said you had plans, I didn't want to interrupt your date."

He blinks at you.

“Is this why you've been weird with me? Because of what you saw."

Curse him for being so clever. Though it doesn't take a doctor to figure out why you crashed out so much.

“Fuck I may as well just be honest." You sigh, “I saw you and it was like everything flashed before me, you all moving on now you're all seeing someone and me just stuck where I am now. Or worse back where I was before I moved in with you all. I got back in the car and downloaded that fucking app and ended up on a date with an absolute weirdo. I actually blame Jeonghan more than anything, he was going on about telling you and what would that have even achieved!"

“I thought you did tell me? You said you had an appointment and asked me for lunch,"

“R-right," you still need to cover up what Jeonghan actually meant, “exactly you said you were busy. You had a date."

“So why just be weird with me? You've been fine with Mingyu and Jeonghan."

You stare at him. How the hell do you get around that?

“Fuuuuckk," you groan with your head in your hands as you take a deep breath. “I like you. I've liked you since about six months after I moved in. I've sat in my bed and cried every time you've been on a date over the years. And last night I took it too far, I saw you clearly fake a call to get out of kissing me during that stupid fucking game and I saw red. I just wanted…. I don't even know what I wanted." You pause, “I wanted you. But you're not mine and now I owe you and her a massive apology. My head's been all over the place and that's no excuse and I've probably ruined your relationship and…."

“_____,"

“....you probably hate me and….”

"_____,”

".....you probably don't even want me near you, I'll move……”

"_____!!!”

You jump when he shouts at you.

“Take a deep breath. Please."

Why is he being nice to you? He should be telling you to fuck off. But you follow his breathing when he takes a deep breath and you feel a little less anxious.

“Thank you," you breathe again, “but you shouldn't be being nice, you should….."

“Will you please shut the fuck up!"

You slam your mouth shut, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"That woman,”

"I'll apologise to her! I promise!”

"_____.” He grabs your cheeks, "Please. Stop talking. Just shut. Up. And listen to me.”

You nod dumbly, his hands still on your cheeks.

"I don't have a girlfriend. And I haven't been on a date in fucking ages, in fact I think I've had five since you've been fully in our lives and they've all been shit.”

"Then who….."

“Shut up," he whispers, smirking at you like he knows it's physically hurting you to shut your damn mouth, “the woman you saw me with is a student who's been with us for two weeks to learn about a new technique we're trying out. What you saw was an interview for her research paper."

He must see the relief in your eyes because his smirk turns into a small smile.

“I wouldn't go on a date with anyone because I like someone else."

Well fuck. You're certain he must've been able to hear your heart break. Whoever works in the well hidden pharmacy probably heard it.

“Do you want me to tell you about her?"

No. You don't want to hear about her. Why would you want to hear about her?!

And besides. He's told you not to speak and so now he can deal with the consequences of those words.

"You can speak.” He rolls his eyes.

Oh fuck.

"I don't really want to hear it,”

"No?” He steps even closer to you, his hands still holding your cheeks, his thumbs brushing your skin a little.

You shake your head.

"I'll tell you anyway. She's a similar height to you." He smiles softly, “she actually has the same hair colour as you. And really similar eyes. She's funny and kind and so fucking hot."

You hate her.

“And she makes me excited to get out of bed each morning."

Fucking bitch.

“She’s the most talented artist I've ever met."

She's probably a sculptor. They're all hot. Fucking assholes.

"She’s actually really good friends with Mingyu. And she knows Jeonghan better than anyone. And she has the most beautiful daughter, who loves to read murder mysteries and does makeovers on me every Friday night. I'm still actually getting the glitter off me from the last one.”

Well if he wanted all that he could've just….wait. You frown at him.

“Are you saying?"

“I literally couldn't make it more obvious _____," he smiles at you, his thumbs still brushing your cheeks.

"So you're not in love with that woman?!”

"No, I'm in love with someone else.”

"Me?” You point at yourself.

"Yes _____, you.” He chuckles. "Surely Jeonghan and Mingyu told you that me dating someone would be bullshit? They've been telling me to tell you for months. If not years."

“They probably tried," you admit, you did think Mingyu wanted to say something when you were telling them.

"Why didn't you just tell me? Instead of downloading fucking tinder and making me want to strangle whoever you'd been on a date with.”

"Is that why you were in the kitchen?”

"I'd been there two hours.”

"That's a pretty big glass of water.”

"Hm,” he hums, pulling you against him, his arms around your waist, "almost as big as your glass of wine. I would’ve made a bigger deal out of you ignoring me but a massive part of me was just pleased it had clearly gone badly."

“Well thanks!" You scoff.

"You still should've told me.”

"I didn't want to ruin things when you said you didn't feel the same, I couldn't bear it if it affected your relationship with Ari or it ruined our little family. And,” you think about it, "you could've told me y’know!”

"I just have.”

"After several breakdowns on my part.”

"Well I didn't know why you were being weird!”

"At least Jeonghan isn't wasting his time with the apartment complex now I know you don't hate me. Wait.”

"What?” He mumbles, watching you thinking about something.

"He said there were three apartments.”

"Who did?”

"Jeonghan.”

"Can you rewind a bit. What apartments and what complex?”

"Jeonghan’s parents are building a new apartment complex. He said earlier when we were in bed,”

"When you were what?!”

"I was spiralling in Ari’s room and then they joined me and we just sort of lay there and figured life out.”

"I've always wondered what you three do when I'm at actual work.”

"Hey we work! Well. I do. Well I paint. And Mingyu does whatever he does. And I don't really know…..what would we class Jeonghan as? Our house husband?”

"I don't know,” he laughs, putting a stray piece of hair behind your ear and making you shiver a little. "Tell me about how you figured life out in the space of a day please.”

"Oh yeah. Well his parents are building a whole new luxury apartment complex and he's reserved the whole top floor for us. Obviously we'd pay rent,"

“I bet Mingyu was thrilled with that,"

“Oh he's probably still pouting," you dismiss, “but he said there's three apartments. And I didn't think anything of it when he said it but he knew? Not that I'm saying we’re going to live together…”

"We do live together,”

"Oh yeah,” you grin, "but yeah, so he said three. That man is so sneaky.”

“Wait so we're moving?"

“Oh they're not built yet, it'll be a couple of years.”

“I could do a couple more years of this," He holds you closer.

“That's what we said." You smile and finally wrap your arms around him too.

You gaze at him and it feels very like he's about to finally kiss you, his eyes keep flitting down to your lips but that reminds you of something.

“Hold on. If you like me,"

“Love you." He corrects.

“Love me,” you roll your eyes, "I love you too by the way. But if you love me, why did you run away and pretend to have a phone call during spin the bottle?”

"Because, and call me old fashioned, but I'd have quite liked the woman I've been in love with for years to be sober when we had our first kiss. And I didn't want it to be in front of a room full of drunk strangers.”

"Oh.” Your cheeks heat, "I ruined that then.”

"Not really. You just very aggressively kissed my chin last night.”

"Well you could've told me that! I've been worrying about being a homewrecker all day!”

"How could I tell you when I didn't know what you've been thinking!”

You narrow your eyes at him.

"Very clever Dr Jeon.”

"Don't do that.” He mutters.

"What?”

"Call me Dr Jeon."

“Don't people call you that all the time?"

“They do," he holds you a little closer again, “but it sounds different when you say it. Makes me feel like I've got all the power."

“Is that right?" You quirk your brow at him.

“Mm,"

His lips are so close you can feel his breath, fuck it's actually happening.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Fuck,” he pulls his phone from his pocket and checks it, "I've got to go, the shifts ending and I need to do hand over. I'll be like twenty minutes? I'm off work tomorrow so I need to do handover to the night team and my team who’re in tomorrow.”

"It's fine,” you smile, but he's still holding you.

"Did you drive here?”

"Yeah,”

"I didn't. I got a cab. I know I only had two drinks but I didn't want to take the risk and it was so early when I left for work. Wait for me? And we’ll go home together?”

"Sounds good.”

"I really want to kiss you,” he glances at your lips again, "but if I start I won't want to stop.”

"Then go, the sooner you're done, the sooner we can go. It works quite well actually, I need to find the pharmacy.”

“Still?"

“Well I was trying to not cry when I left the other day."

"It's near the entrance.”

"What?! I walked around this damn hospital hundreds of times the other day!”

“They’re probably closed now," he checks his watch.

“How can a hospital pharmacy close? Do people not need things all the time?"

“They do," he strokes your cheek again, “but it's separate for inpatients. What is it you need?"

“Oh," you search your pockets, these are the same jeans from the other day you threw on, “a-ha! This," you hand it to him.

“Er," he checks the prescription, “I'll get one of the nurses to get it. He owes me a favour for covering for him doing something completely unsanitary in here last week."

You grimace at the dingy bed in the corner. The horrors that bed must've seen.

“I'll wait in the car then.” You kiss his cheek and try not to smile at how it flusters him.

"Ok.”

But he doesn't move, he just gazes at you, his fingers drawing patterns on your back.

“Go," you shew him off you, “go be an important doctor and I'll be waiting in the car."

“Promise?" He opens the door and you follow him out.

“I promise." You kiss his other cheek but this time he's ready for you and he kisses you back on your cheek straight away.

“Bye then," he whispers, kissing the other.

“Bye." You grin and turn to head out, turning left off the corridor.

“_____? Other way!"

He smiles as you reappear sheepishly.

“I'll be in the car,” you point and head in the right direction.

"I'll be as quick as I can!” He shouts after you and heads back to work.

You more or less skip to the car, a smile plastered on your face and your stomach full of butterflies.

You intend to do two things when you get home. One, kiss Wonwoo until your lips are chapped. And two, kill Mingyu and Jeonghan for clearly knowing a lot more than they were letting on.

"Where are you two going?”

"Hello!” Jeonghan replies looking like him and Mingyu have been caught doing something they absolutely shouldn’t be doing.

"Fancy seeing you here!"

“Mingyu. We live here. Where are you going?" You refuse to move out of the way of the elevator, Wonwoo looking pretty sheepish too at the side of you.

"We've decided we can't go on without seeing our daughter. So we're going to see her.”

"You're driving two hundred miles to the coast to see Areum when she'll be home tomorrow afternoon?”

"Y-yes.” They look at each other.

"You told me I was being ridiculous last night when I said we needed to keep checking on her.”

"Oh y’know, things change.” Jeonghan shrugs.

"Jeonghan.” You step closer to him, narrowing your eyes, "You're willingly travelling all that way, to arrive really late at night when Areum will already be asleep to spend a few hours with her and your parents and my parents,”

"Wonwoo’s are there too! Mine couldn't go because they……" Mingyu's words trail off when you all glare at him.

"What's the point?”

He glances at Wonwoo who's still looking more than a little awkward.

"Oh I can't lie to her Wonwoo, she knows all my tells,” he gives up. "He rang, told us to fuck off for the night.” He points at Wonwoo. "We're going to stay at my parents’ while they're not there.”

"When did you do that?” You frown at Wonwoo.

"As I was walking to your car. I just thought we needed some space before Ari comes back,”

"Space.” Mingyu snickers.

"Yes Mingyu space. It's been a bit of a mad day." Wonwoo's stern look stops Mingyu's smugness.

“We'll be going then," Jeonghan barges past you, dragging Mingyu along with him.

“Don't have too much fun." Mingyu wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Idiot." You say under your breath, you and Wonwoo looking at them in the elevator.

The doors start to close.

“_____!" Jeonghan says quickly before the door closes, “don't forget to use protection!" You hear them both fall about laughing as they disappear completely.

Silence. Clearly Wonwoo was hoping they'd already be gone before you got home.

“I'm sorry," he groans, scratching his neck, “I just thought we needed to talk or just spend some time together? Without having to be quiet or having those two just listening to everything we say."

“Wonwoo," you sigh, “I'm not annoyed or anything. It's just we've only just confessed and I don't want all our parents asking questions, because I know those two won't be able to keep their mouths shut, and confusing Ari."

“I've already told them all. Check the group chat. I'm sorry I couldn't keep it in, I've just waited so long and I thought it's one less thing for you to worry about."

Your eyebrows knit together as you pull your phone out.

Wonwoo: Just so we're all on the same page. Me and _____ are in a relationship. I'll be taking no questions and please don't tell Areum yet. Enjoy your break, see you when you're back.

Well. Putting that in the group chat you have with all your parents and Mingyu and Jeonghan is certainly one way to tell them all.

“Very efficient." You chuckle. “Wait. Your mom says it's about time? Mine says it's only taken us four years? Even Jeonghan's mom is saying she knew. My dad owes Mingyu's dad money, they had a bet?! They all knew?!"

“It appears the only two that didn't know, is us." He smiles.

"Typical.” You scoff.

"You're not annoyed with me for telling them to fuck off?”

"A whole night without the troublesome twosome? I'm ecstatic.”

“Did you eat yet?"

“No. But that's why you sent them away? To eat?" You smirk, stepping closer to him.

“Don't start something you can't finish _____."

“Who says I can't finish it?"

“You weren’t lying,” you smile as Wonwoo grabs your t-shirt and pulls your lips back to his.

The second you uttered those fated words near the elevator, his lips were on yours and you’d barely detached yourselves from each other to breathe let alone check where you were going. Your bedroom is on the third floor of the penthouse and you’re certain both of you will have shins covered in bruises from how many times you bumped into shit on your way up here. Yes, you could've just stopped kissing. But that’s not an option. Not now you know how fucking good he is at it.

“Wait what? You think I’m lying about loving you?”

“No,” you giggle, kissing his lips one more time, “I meant you weren’t lying about not being able to stop once you’ve started.”

He just rolls his eyes and drags you back to his perfect lips, backing you towards your bed but he bangs into your bedside table as he does it.

“For fucks sake!” he switches your lamp on, ready to give you a stern talking to for laughing at him but he spots something that causes him to do a double take.

“No!!” You launch forward but it’s too late, he’s already grabbed it.

“What’s this?” He murmurs, inspecting what’s in his hand.

“What does it look like?” You mumble, trying to grab it, “give it to me Wonwoo.”

“Do you always just leave your dildos about the place?”

“I don’t have dildos, I have a dildo.”

“So if I open this draw I won’t find like ten more sex toys?” he raises his brow at you.

“No,” you fold your arms, “I mean sure there’s a clit sucker thing but what do you want me to do?! It’s not illegal! It’s not……”

He fists your t-shirt and pulls you flush against him.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” He smirks as he grips your chin and moves your head to the side, “just thinking of all the things we could do. May as well make you well and truly mine whilst I can, once everyone is back it’ll be sneaking around and trying to be quiet. Something you’re famously not good at.” He hisses in your ear.

“Are you saying I talk too much?”

“Oh baby you never shut the fuck up.” He smiles wickedly. “I do have some ideas of how to make you shut up though. Would you be interested in hearing them?”

You clench your thighs together. You always got the feeling that he was like this in the bedroom. You’d never heard him, he’d never brought anyone home at all. But he’s just too sweet and caring in everyday life to not be a fucking freak in the bedroom.

“I might be.” You try to say like you’re not ready to let him do whatever the fuck he wants.

“Is this all ok?”

He makes sure you look at him properly, his kind eyes showing you he doesn’t want to do anything you’re not ready for or comfortable with.

“Yeah,” You smile, kissing him again, “I’ve thought about this for so long. Do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

You pause.

“No anal. At least not now.” You think about it for a minute, “Or slapping. And I haven’t got any condoms but I am on birth control so if you’re clean, I’m fine with going raw.”

“Really? I thought you…….”

“You thought I’d be scared of getting pregnant? I got pregnant because we were both fucking idiots. I’m not going to do that again. Not yet anyway.”

His face softens when he realises that you’re implying you want everything you can with him. Just not right now.

“I really do love you y’know.” He smiles, kissing your forehead. “But,” he stands back from you. “Kneel down.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? Kneel down.”

“Should I?” You look down at your clothes.

“Keep them on, until I’ve moulded your throat to the shape of my dick at least.”

“Fuck.” You fall to your knees in wonder, Wonwoo trying not to smile at how quickly you’ve submitted to him.

He places the dildo down on the bed side table, the glint of something wicked in his eyes and slowly undresses in front of you.

Your eyes follow every moment, every inch of skin being uncovered that you've craved to touch for so long. He's big, he always has been but recently he seems to have grown even bigger, even stronger. You've always got the impression that if you were wrapped in his arms, nothing bad in the world or in your head could get you.

His boxers are the last to go and the second they're off his dick slaps against his abdomen.

Well it turns out all of him is big then. Fuck he's going to ruin you and you're going to enjoy every last second of it.

He crouches down, tucking his finger under your chin and makes you look at him.

“For someone who talks so much you've really hurt me these past few days _____. Ignoring me, making me feel like I've done something wrong," he sighs. “I think… I think I need some reassurance. That'll you treat me well, that you'll use your pretty little mouth properly in the future. Do you want to show me, baby? Show me just how well your mouth works?"

You frown in confusion before he reaches just a little behind where you're kneeling and brings the dildo back into view.

“Show me."

Jesus.

He's still crouching down to you, completely naked and dick rock hard whilst you're kneeling on the floor fully clothed and clearly nothing more than a source of entertainment to him.

He brings the silicone tip closer to you and every part of you melts for the man in front of you. Fully ready to give him whatever he wants.

Making sure you look him in the eye, yours burning into his, you let a little spit drip from your mouth. Just enough to wet the tip as it slowly falls from your mouth. His eyes falter a little like he didn't think you'd match his freak quite as much.

But that's where he's wrong.

You've spent night after night thinking of the most obscene fantasies your brain could conjure.

You let your tongue trace around where the hole would be, flicking it a little showing him exactly how good you'll be for him.

Your lips wrap around the tip, imagining it's his and your eyes finally leave his to look at his dick. Your eyebrows knit together, a look of concentration on your face as you focus on how he's already dribbling a little precum. You start to bob your head as he holds it for you, his eyes transfixed by the way you're sucking the dildo but clearly imagining it's him.

You hum around it, desperate to show him just how much you want him, weirdly even wanting to make him proud of the way you're performing for him.

“You're doing so well," he murmurs, his free hand coming to hold your cheek as you keep bobbing on the dildo.

He kneels on the floor in front of you but sitting up on his knees so he's taller than you, giving you an even better view of him and making you moan around the dildo.

“Awww baby, are you desperate?"

You nod as best you can, hoping this means he'll let you near him.

“Yeah?" His smile turns wicked, “prove it for me."

And he shoves the dildo further into your mouth making you gag on it. Fuck this is more than you could’ve imagined and he's not even touched you. You're not even undressed and you feel like he's wrecked you.

Wonwoo starts fucking the dildo in and out of your mouth, a smirk on his face as he watches you gag around it, the tears and drool only making the sight even prettier for him. And yet his thumb strokes your cheek like it did when he was telling you he loved you earlier, nothing but gentleness in the loving touch.

"Good girl _____, you're doing so well. You look so pretty like this, so needy for me,"

You move your head even quicker, desperately sucking the dildo, him meeting your movements and making your gag occasionally.

“I'm so sorry _____. If I'd have known you were up here, fucking yourself with this," he shoves it down your throat and your eyes roll back as you choke, "I'd have done something sooner, ruined you so much sooner."

His gentle voice mixed with him fucking your throat with the dildo has you in a space you've never been in before but fuck you love it.

It's when he spots you wiggling a little bit, desperately trying to relieve some of the tension between your legs, that he realises just how much he needs to feel you. You've put on a pretty little show for him but he’s dreamt about your lips wrapped around him for so long and you're clearly so ready for him.

His hand that was on your cheek moves to your hair. He isn't overly harsh with it, he doesn't want to hurt you, but he gets your hair in a half assed ponytail as he stands up. Wonwoo yanks you off the dildo, your lips swollen and chin wet and he was going to check in with you but you lunge forward and he doesn't stop you. He's not even sure if he could.

You don't even ease him into it, just adjust your mouth because he's bigger than your dildo and go to town. Your tongue runs flat along the bottom of him whilst you bob your head frantically, your hands on his thighs steadying you because of how desperately you're fucking your face onto his dick.

“Fucking hell," he throws his head back, “I told you to show me on your fucking dildo," he groans, his hips twitching when you swirl your tongue around his tip and go back to your bobbing, “you didn't show me shit. Fuck why are you so good at that?"

Oh he's not seen anything yet, of course you weren't going to really go to town on a fucking dildo.

You bob a little more, your cheeks hollowed and lips tight around him. Just a couple more bobs and then you fully take him in your mouth. Well your throat. And then swallow around him.

The whine Wonwoo lets out above you should've been recorded. Then you could listen to it on nights when he's at work and you need him. Because just that one whine could get you off again and again.

"Right. No. Get off,” he tries to move you back but you send a glare his way and flick his tip defiantly.

"_____,” he warns, "Get. Off.”

You roll your eyes and take his dick out of your mouth.

"What?!”

He pauses for a second, something clicking in his mind and he finally realises this is actually happening. You're actually kneeling in front of him, you drool on your t-shirt and cheeks damp from your tears.

“I'm not about to cum in your mouth for our first time having sex."

“Then cum wherever you want," you say like it's obvious, “but why have you stopped me? Come back here,” you try to crawl forward.

"No.” He crouches down in front of you again, a weirdly proud smile on his lips. "Get on the bed.”

You clamber up, not really caring how needy you look. You are needy for him. Just the same way he is for you.

“Wait," you huff as you flop down on your bed, leaning on your elbows as he watches you fondly, “should I take these off?" You gesture to your clothes.

“I'll do it," he shrugs, crawling up the bed to you, looking like an overly hot predator.

"Oh I could get used to this.” You lie back.

"Good.” He hovers over you, his thumb wiping your lip, "I'm gonna treat you so well _____. We've spent so long avoiding what was clearly so obvious, if you said you wanted the moon I'd try to find a way to get it for you.”

You smile up at him, the man who you're fairly certain is the love of your life and realise you've never been happier.

His lips linger on yours one last time before they move slowly down your neck, feather light kisses heating every patch of skin they touch.

One of his hands rests by your head, the other stroking your waist as his lips travel over your cloth covered breasts, mumbling into your t-shirt the occasional “so pretty" and “I'm so lucky."

His hand that was on your waist moves to shimmy under your t-shirt and he must feel you tense up.

You hadn't even been worrying about it. It simply never occurred to you. It didn't need to occur to you.

"What's wrong?” He asks straight away, a flash of worry on his handsome features, his hand paused.

"I haven't been,” you swallow, a whole new bunch of worries now fogging your brain, "I haven't been naked in front of anyone since I had Areum. I didn't even realise I was worried about it until you moved your hand.”

"No one?”

"Do you think I've been sneaking men up here?”

"No,” he smiles, "I just wasn't sure….."

"The last time was when I got pregnant with Areum."

“I swear it doesn't bother me," he rushes to say, “I know you and Jeonghan were nothing serious. I just wasn't sure." He shrugs, stroking your hair now he's moved his hand.

"I'm used to my body. And I don't hate my body. It just hit me that it looks different from the last time someone else saw me naked.”

"I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met,” he smiles when you fluster a little, "but if you want to wait and stop, we can do.”

"I don't want to stop.” You say much too quickly and make him laugh.

"Then tell me how you want this to go baby.”

"I've told you, whatever you want.” You move his hair off his forehead, "I just got in my own head for a second. I'm good now.”

"You're sure?”

"So sure." You peck his lips.

He looks at you for a couple more seconds, just to double check and then goes back to his little kisses all over your breasts through your t-shirt. His hand moves slowly back under it so his finger tips can wander over your stomach and along your waist.

Wonwoo glances up at you one last time and then lifts your t-shirt. You sit up so he can take it off easier and before you can even lay back down properly he kisses you again so you don't have any chance to feel self conscious. His tongue is messy as it explores your mouth and your fingers bury in his hair to hold him closer to you, losing yourself in the taste of him.

His hand slips under your back, his tongue still dancing with yours, and unclasps your bra. Huh, turns out he is really good with his hands. Your bra is thrown on the floor with your t-shirt and his lips go travelling again.

You watch as his eyes take you in every time his lips travel lower down your body. Teasing kisses are dotted over your tits and on your nipples, making you squirm when you think he's going to take one into his mouth. But he doesn't, he just shows you with his lips how much he loves you.

He kisses down your stomach and stops when his lips meet your jeans.

“You're perfect _____." His eyes run all over your body, marvelling at you beneath him. “I'm so lucky."

He kneels between your legs and you prop yourself on your elbows.

“Can I?" He plays with the button on your jeans.

You don't answer with words, just lift your ass up so he can take them off.

“Fuck." He stares down when he's thrown your jeans on the floor and spots just how wrecked your panties are.

“What?"

“You're fucking dripping."

His fingers trace over your pantie clad pussy making you shiver. The touch is hardly there and yet drives you crazy.

“So wet," he says in wonder, “and it's all mine isn't it ____? It's all for me?" He pulls the drenched cloth away from your aching pussy with his finger and lets them snap back, the sting making you startle.

“Answer me _____," he presses two fingers onto your soaked mound and if you didn't have your underwear on, they'd be between your folds, exactly where you want them.

“All yours," you nod desperately, “it's just for you."

“Yeah?" He says darkly, “do you get this wet when you're up here using this?" He holds up the dildo.

Where the fuck had he hidden that?!

"I bet you're fucking dripping aren't you?” He presses the tip to you, "fucking yourself with this night after night. What do you think of, baby?”

The pressure of the tip is exactly on your clit, it would just take the tiniest movement and you'd get some sweet relief.

“Who," he presses a tiny bit harder, it doesn't hurt but fuck does it make you twitch from the added friction, “do you think of?"

“You." You whisper. “Always you. Only you."

“What a waste of fucking time." He turns the dildo so it presses harder onto your clit and you throw your head back in pleasure. “I could've been wrecking this pretty pussy every night."

“Wonwoo, please just do something!"

You're all for foreplay. You're all for teasing. But you've not had sex in five fucking years, surely he could show you some reprieve.

"What's the rush? We've got all night.” He muses as he runs the dildo along your soaked underwear.

"Wonwoo.” You give him a stern look, "I haven't had sex in fucking years. If you don't do something soon I might actually burst into tears. Just fuck me!” You whine.

"I have always dreamt of you crying my name.”

You look at him in horror. What a fucking tease.

"Give me my dildo.” You demand and hold your hand out.

"No.” He looks at your hand in disgust.

Right then. You're not above making him do something.

"What are you doing?” He mumbles as you flail around, him not moving from between your legs making it difficult as you wrestle your panties off.

"Look,” you lie back, two fingers running through your drenched folds, trying to not moan at the feeling, and hold them up to him, "do something. Or I'll finish myself off.”

He hasn't heard a single word you've just said to him. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw your pussy and he nearly fainted when you ran your fucking fingers through it. You're moaning at him because you've not had sex in five years. He hasn't had sex since you moved in here. You cannot just tempt him like that.

"Hey!” But he ignores you, grabs your hand and shoves your fingers in this mouth, licking and sucking your essence, his eyes closing in delight at the taste.

Something takes over him and before you know it your knees are bent and near your chest and he's holding your ankles, the perfect view of your pussy.

You expected a lot of things, maybe sloppy romance or tentative touches for your first time. You did not expect him to go with fucking mating press after him making you choke on your own dildo. Not that you're complaining. You once had a dream where you were literally sitting upside down in his lap whilst he ate you out. Luckily, dream you is clearly an acrobat.

"Is this what you wanted?” He glares at you.

"Yes,” you whisper, eyes on his dick.

"So selfish,” he mutters, "hold your legs.”

You do as he says straight away, your hands holding the backs of your thighs, your pussy dripping in front of him.

"Didn't even get a chance to play with it a little bit,”

"I'm not one of your computer games.” You glare between your legs.

"Shut up,” he flicks your clit, "now,” he lines himself up with you, "ready? You're sure about this?”

"So sure. Just do something Wonwoo.” You whine.

He holds one of your ankles, just his tip against your hole makes your breath hitch. He spares you one last glance and then his tip pushes in, stretching you open deliciously and making you both moan at the feeling.

He’s gentle, his hips rocking, gradually feeding you more and more of his dick and your walls feeling fuller than you probably ever have. The stretch burns just right and finally having him like this feels like you're exactly where you should be. It was always meant to be him, that's the reason it feels so fucking good already and he's not even fucking you yet.

"Shit.” He hisses when he's fully bottomed out, "you feel incredible baby. So perfect, fuck it's like you were made just for me.”

You don't answer, you're just basking in how fucking full you feel.

"Can I move?"

“Please," you manage to croak out.

Wonwoo puts his weight on you, allowing you to wrap your arms around his back instead of holding your legs and rests his hands either side of your head.

"I love you.”

"I love you t…..shit!"

He doesn’t even let you fucking finish saying it before he pulls out just to the tip and slams back into you, deeper than you're certain anyone has ever gotten and makes you throw your head back on the pillow in pleasure.

The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping and your drooling cunt being pounded by the man of your dreams. Your finger nails dimple his back with little crescent moons, not that he’ll need anything to remind him of tonight. This is everything he's been waiting for, it'll be etched onto his brain how fucking good it felt to finally feel you and be close to, until his dying breath.

You feel like you can't breathe. His weight is on top of you, you're more or less folded in half and he’s fucking you so hard it's a wonder you've not smacked your head on the headboard. But you wouldn't have it any other way because if anything, the lack of breath only adds to how insane you feel right now.

His dick is bullying its way into your warm willing walls, he's so deep you're certain he's crashing into your cervix and all you can do is hold onto him and enjoy the ride.

“You feel so good," he groans when he hits a squishy spot inside you that drives you both wild.

“You too," you whisper, trying to hold him even closer to you.

“You're a fucking goddess baby. And you're mine, all fucking mine,” He moans when you clench around his perfect dick.

"Y-you’re,” you try to get out but you're already so close to cumming, "m-mine too,”

“I've always been yours _____, always. Fuck I'm already close, shit."

“Me too,"

“Yeah? Gonna cum around my dick baby? Let me feel how good I'm making you feel?"

“Hm-mm,"

He moves one of his hands from beside your head, his dick still slamming but when two fingers drift down to your clit and rubs tight little circles on your bundle of nerves, you completely lose it.

“Fuckfuckfuck," you cry, your hole clenching repeatedly around him.

Your whole pussy is quivering, his dick dragging against your walls deliciously and his magic fingers drawing perfect little patterns on your clit. What was it he said? I'm good with my hands? He really wasn't lying, his fingers somehow know exactly how to tease your clit just right.

Just one more thrust and you cry out, your whole body vibrating beneath him and hole contracting around his dick again and again. You're not sure you've ever cum so hard in your life. The weight of Wonwoo on top of you and the way he looks like he's completely lost in the feeling of you cumming for him only drives you on even more. You can’t move but you don't need to, Wonwoo doesn't stop fucking you, making sure you ride your orgasm out for as long as possible, revelling in the way you feel around him.

“Wonwoo," you shakily breath out, “cum. Please cum inside me, fill me up, I," you sigh, still shaking from the end of your orgasm, “wanna feel you cum in me."

He lets out a deep, guttural growl, your words being the tipping point for him as his body stills on top of you for a second before he keeps fucking into you. Fucking his cum into you.

"Fuck I love you _____,” his hips keep sloppily fucking into you and he moans when you clench a little, "I love you so fucking much.”

"I love you too,” you say softly, your hands gliding up his back to hold him close to you so you can whisper in his ear, "so, so much Wonwoo.”

His hips gradually slow, your fingers deciding to draw patterns along his sweaty, marked back, hoping to soothe his heavy breathing and hold him as close to you as possible.

Wonwoo raises his head to look at you, his cheeks flushed and pupils blown out, but he looks at you with so much fondness and so much love you feel like doing a little happy cry.

“Are you ok?" He asks quietly, helping you move your legs and smiling as your waggle your feet now they're free.

“I am," you hold his cheeks, “I love you."

The kiss on his lips is sweet and filled with promise.

“I love you too. Can I," he moves back, taking his softening dick out of you.

His eyes widen as he sits back, watching his cum drip out of you.

“Fuck," he whispers in awe as his fingers move to pick up a little bit of it and stuff it back in.

“Don't giggle," you chastise him when he chuckles a little at your thighs twitching, “I'm sensitive."

“I fucked you that well?" He asks, keeping his eyes on your cum filled hole as he moves to lie next to you.

“I don't think I've ever felt like that…..don't look so smug!" You tap his chest when he looks more than pleased with himself.

“What?!" He pulls you into his chest, your leg hooking over his hip, “not everyday you hear that from the woman you love."

“That makes me feel all tingly," you murmur into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you.

“What does? That I luuurve you," he squeezes you and then squeezes you again just to hear the laugh he loves so much.

"Yes.” You giggle.

He holds you, kissing your head occasionally, both of you basking in the afterglow of what's just gone down.

“_____?"

“Hmm?"

“Just so you know. I'm all in. I want whatever you want, I just want to be with you."

“Me too."

You think for a minute, wondering how to bring up the last thing that's been worrying you. You only thought about it on the drive home but now all your horniness has been satiated, you need to ask him.

“This doesn't change anything does it? I mean with Ari and the guys? Like you're all still…..I don't know how to put it. Equal? Like you don't think you trump Mingyu because…..”

"Never.” He cuts you off, "what we have works. She's our daughter, she always will be. I don't feel any different in terms of our family _____. The only thing that changes is my relationship with you. They're my best friends, we all love her the same and you're my girlfriend.”

"I just wanted to check,” you kiss his chest and he holds you a little closer.

"I'm a bit worried about whether she'll think differently of me.” He murmurs.

“Ari?" You prop yourself on your elbow.

“Hm," he nods, “what if when we finally tell her, she decides she doesn't want me near you? She doesn't want her mommy to have a boyfriend or for that boyfriend to be me."

“Are you joking?"

“No! Like what if she hates me for holding your hand or something. That little girl dotes on you, she's never seen you with a man. What if she decides to wage war on me!"

"You're talking about the same little girl that pretended to operate on her dolls with you when she was three because she said she wants to be a doctor like her daddy woowoo…”

"But…"

“The same little girl who doesn't let anyone do her hair other than you. I did it the other day when I was upset with you and she spent the entire drive home after school telling me how she felt like her hair was falling out all day because you hadn't done it."

“That's not the…."

“The same little girl," you sit up and cross your legs, him following and holding your hands, “who has spent her whole life being treated like a princess by three of the best men this world has to offer. She could never hate any of you. And we don't need to tell her quickly, we can take our time. Figure out how we work before we do anything else."

“So you don't think she'll stop reading with me on Sundays?"

“I think the only time she'll do that is when you both finally run out of books. She loves you Wonwoo," you stroke his cheek, “so do the guys. But none of them love you as much as me.” You smile proudly, kissing him softly.

"It's gonna feel like we're teenagers sneaking around,” he pulls you to sit between his legs with his back against the headboard.

"Yeah and there's spies on both floors. Areum's up here and the guys are near you downstairs.”

"Guess we'll have to get really good at shower sex,” he mumbles into your shoulder, his fingers tracing hearts on your skin.

"Or maybe,” you look back at him, "car sex.”

"Absolutely not. Mingyu told me a horror story about a handbrake and rectal bleeding once. That's not happening.”

"He disgusts me sometimes.”

"Can I stay in here tonight?” He whispers in your ear before kissing just beneath it.

"Oh now I've got you, I'm not letting you go.”

“OH LOOK JEONGHAN WE ARE HOME,"

“YES, IT IS NICE TO BE HOME."

They have to be the most ridiculous pair of people you've ever met in your life.

“WE ARE WALKING INTO THE APARTMENT NOW."

“IF THERE WAS SOMETHING WE SHOULDN'T BE SEEING I HOPE IT IS FINISHED NOW."

“What the fuck are you two doing?" Wonwoo asks as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, glancing at you on the sofa.

"Oh.” They both come to a stop. "We thought you'd be doing something disgusting.”

"No, we've decided to just be friends.”

"WHAT?!”

You fall back on the sofa laughing, Wonwoo watching you happily.

"I hope she's joking.” Mingyu points at you.

"She definitely wasn't calling me her friend half an hour ago.”

"Wonwoo!” You scold, sitting up again.

"Oh my ears!” Jeonghan walks to the kitchen, covering his ears.

“When’s Areum back?" Mingyu throws himself on the sofa next to you before Wonwoo can sit down, sending him a middle finger.

“In about twenty minutes. Hey Jeonghan," you holler back to the kitchen, “did you have anything planned for dinner? Because your mom promised Ari pizza if she got dressed when they told her to."

“Bribing kids," Mingyu shakes his head in disgust.

“Yeah because pretending to cry to get them to do what you want is so much better. Move.” Wonwoo stands in front of you and Mingyu.

You glance at Mingyu and then turn back to Wonwoo, pretending to not know what's annoying him.

"Me?” Mingyu points to himself, pretending to be a little shocked.

"Obviously.”

"Why? Do you want to sit with your girlfriend?”

"I'll sit on you.”

"Is that a promise?” He smirks at Wonwoo.

You stand up, shove Wonwoo down onto the sofa and then throw yourself on his lap. Sure he groans at the shock but you'll be damned if Mingyu upsets your boyfriend.

"Oh for god's sake. There's two other sofas!”

"Then go sit on one,” you flick Mingyu’s forehead as Wonwoo's arms wrap around you.

"Wait, hold on!” Jeonghan rushes over to you all and sits on Mingyu.

"Dude there's other places to sit.”

"We need a family meeting.”

"The head of the family isn't here.” You point out.

This must look ridiculous, you and Jeonghan sitting on Wonwoo and Mingyu's laps facing each other.

"She's right.” Mingyu picks a rogue thread off Jeonghan's top.

"I think we need to get this sorted before she's home.”

Your stomach drops a bit and Wonwoo takes his arms from around you, settling on a gentle hand on the small of your back.

"Jeonghan…" you try to start but he holds a hand up to stop you.

“When you trusted us with Areum, we all took care of her. You two," he glances at Mingyu and Wonwoo, “didn't hesitate to help me. To help _____. I know we've asked you a few times over the years whether you still wanted to be in this and you've always shot us down saying it was what you wanted. But I just want you to know, that it meant a lot. It means a lot. You care for Areum like she's your own, she's surrounded by love and not just because of me and _____ but because of you two, even your parents treat her like a family member."

You all stare at him, the fact he's sitting on Mingyu’s lap not even looking entertaining anymore.

“Our stupidity brought Areum into this world." He smiles a little at you. “But I'm so pleased we were stupid back then. She is the most precious thing to me and I thank the universe everyday that you trusted me enough that day when you needed help. You're the best mom in the world _____,”

You sniffle, Wonwoo rubbing the small of your back.

"And I know you. It probably won't be better than anyone soon,” he smiles down at Wonwoo, "but I know you and know you'll be worrying somewhere in there,” he taps the side of your head with his finger and makes you laugh, "that I'll see you differently or I'll be annoyed or angry or something but I want you both to know, I have been waiting for you both to realise you loved each other. And I still feel the same as I did before yesterday. I love that you're part of Ari’s life Wonwoo, I love that there's little quirks in her personality that come from you. That come from all four of us. She's a little mini version of all of us and I love that. It may not be normal to everyone but it's normal to us. So. You didn't need my blessing or anything. But just know that I love you both and I know me and Mingyu will joke around about it but don't feel the need to not be yourselves. Because I can't wait to see what you become."

“Jeonghan," you sniffle and pull him into a hug, Wonwoo and Mingyu trying to steady you both what with you both still being on their laps.

“I would threaten you and tell you not to hurt her," he wipes a tear from his cheek when he pulls back, “but I know you won't."

“I won’t," Wonwoo says softly, his arms finally wrapping around you again.

“We er," you wipe your eyes, “we said last night that we'd wait a while to tell Areum. Figure how we’re us before we do it."

“Good plan." Mingyu smiles, squeezing Wonwoo’s shoulder.

“Right. Enough emotions," Jeonghan slaps his legs and stands up, “the boss’ll be back soon. Mingyu you said you needed to edit something. If you do it now then we can all eat the pizza together."

“Oh right yeah," he rushes to stand up. “I'm pleased for you," he ruffles Wonwoo’s hair and kisses the side of your head before he jogs up the stairs.

“I've got really great sister husbands." Wonwoo beams at you as you laugh at him.

“Would it not be brother husbands?" You ponder, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Whatever it is, they're really great."

“So great." You smile and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Happy?"

“More than I've ever been."

"MOOOOMMMMMY I’M HOOOME!”

"Shit!” Wonwoo basically throws you off him before Areum and three sets of grandparents appear in the living room.

“I've been reading a new book."

“Don't eat with your mouth full of food," Mingyu says and Ari very dramatically stops talking to finish what she's eating, all four of you waiting to hear what she's going to say.

If this is another Agatha Christie then you're going to really need a stern word with Wonwoo. You're all for them reading together. She won't even need to learn to read at school because Wonwoo’s been reading her full novels since she was a baby. She just sort of knew how to read and started reading full on tomes. But she's going to be reading Great Expectations before she's even in double digits, you're going to run out of books at this rate.

“Finished.” She shows Mingyu her mouth and he recoils in disgust.

"What's your book honey?”

"Cinderalla,”

"An age appropriate book?” You mumble, smiling sarcastically at Wonwoo’s glare he sends your way.

"Did you like it?”

"It’s a bit boring. I don't know why she needed a prince, she could've just locked her step mommy away and stolen all the jewellery.”

The three of you turn to Wonwoo.

"What?” He says defensively, taking a bite of his pizza. "That's not an Agatha Christie.”

"It is,” Areum corrects him happily. “And Gyugyu said you shouldn't talk with your mouth full of food."

He stops chewing for a second in shock, the three of you trying not to laugh at him being told off by a four year old.

"What about Cinderalla Ari?” Wonwoo ignores all your very pointed looks.

"Well the prince,” she wriggles in her seat to get comfy and tell you all about her book, "is really nice to Cinderella even though she looks a bit boring at the start he does all of these nice things for her like finds her shoe and then she's really happy and he keeps being nice to her and then they live happily ever after.”

“Did you enjoy it then?" Hoping this new found interest in fairy tales might draw her away from Poirot.

“Not really. But I was thinking."

Oh god.

“What about honeybun?" Jeonghan asks, giving her another slice of pizza.

“Well Woowoo does really nice things for mommy and he's always finding things she's lost and even when she looks like a scarecrow when she's just woken up and he's grumpy because he's woken up late he still smiles when he sees mommy and you and Gyugyu don't do that and so I think Woowoo probably makes mommy as happy as the prince because he does nice things for her and makes her happy and I think" she takes a deep breath from her rambling, “that they will live happily ever after."

All four of you gawk at her, not that she cares, she's too busy taking the pepperoni off Mingyu's pizza and adding it to hers.

“Ari," Jeonghan says softly, deciding to ask this himself because he can see you and Wonwoo are a bit shocked, “would you be ok with that though? If they lived happily ever after like the prince and Cinderella?"

“Mmmmmmmm," she taps her chin, thinking and leaving a greasy finger mark from the pizza, “I think so. Mommy smiles a lot when Woowoo is here." She whispers to Jeonghan like she's telling him her darkest secrets. "And I like it best when mommy smiles because she's my best friend.”

Fuck a duck.

"Why are you crying mommy? Did Gyugyu do something?” She frowns very seriously at Mingyu, her little arms folded.

"No honey,” you wipe your eyes, "and I'm not sad. I'm just very proud of you.”

"Because I read Cinderella?”

"Well yes, but more because you're you.”

"Who else would I be?” Her brows knit together as she picks her pizza up.

"No-one honey,” you chuckle, the other three joining in with you as you watch her tuck into her pizza with much too much pepperoni, not caring that she's just taken a massive weight of all your minds.

"Turns out it was just you two that didn't know.” Mingyu mutters, but soon stops looking so smug when you kick him in the leg.

"God I wish they wouldn't just roam around,” Wonwoo dodges a six year old dressed as a sheep.

"I don't see why they need to do this at all. Why not just put on a normal talent show?” Jeonghan glares at some glitter that's landed on his new jacket.

"Because it's Christmas.” You say through gritted teeth, pulling Wonwoo out of the line of fire of a three foot candy cane who was running past, “and so everyone needed to dress for the festive season."

“What’s festive about a sheep?" Wonwoo demands.

“I don't fucking know." You grumble.

“_____!"

No. No no no. You cannot deal with the mothers of the parent teacher association.

“Hi!" You turn around to them, your biggest and yet fakest smile plastered on your face.

“I see you've all come," the three women nod at the men flanking you.

“We wouldn't miss it," Mingyu beams proudly.

“We just wanted to ask, we're putting on a dance for valentine's day."

“Isn't that months away?" Wonwoo asks.

“Which one are you?" One of them asks condescendingly.

“Jeon Wonwoo, senior cardiothoracic surgeon at Asan Medical Centre," he holds his hand out and you try not to smile.

“O-oh," they all look a little taken aback as they shake his hand. Clearly they weren't banking on that. You swear they think you're in a quadruple or whatever it would be. It really isn't that hard to grasp that four people can bring up a child and it doesn't mean they're in a cult or a weird joint marriage.

“Mommy," Areum rushes up to you, “I've forgotten my tinsel crown."

“I've got a spare!" Mingyu pulls some tinsel out from his pocket.

“Thank you Gyugyu!" And she runs off again.

“We just wanted to know if you remembered the bake stall for after the talent show,"

You hate how they look at you. They think because your home set up isn't normal that it must mean you're all idiots that don't know what day of the week it is, let alone able to function like a regular family.

“I've made brownies, cupcakes and a pretty impressive bunt cake, if I do say so myself," Jeonghan cockily high fives Mingyu.

“Oh. I see."

Fuck do you feel smug.

"And we needed a donation for the……..”

"I made a sizeable donation on behalf of all of us two days ago. The principal actually called me herself saying how grateful she was.” You say in a sickly sweet voice.

"Really?” They all falter, looking between each other.

"Moooommmmy,” Areum comes rushing over again, "sorry I just need to speak to my mommy.” She says to wicked witches of the pta, "Mommy. Could you please remind Woowoo that he said we were going to the bookstore on the way home, I'm not talking to him because he ate my last chocolate Santa."

“I'll tell him." You nod very seriously.

“Bye!" She waves at the pta mothers and runs off again.

“I wish mine would read willingly," one of the kinder of the mothers mumbles, much to disgust of her friends.

“You were saying something about valentine's day?"

“What?"

“Isn't that why you came over? I presume you had a reason and it wasn't just because you like to belittle my girlfriend."

Ooooooh, now he's done it. All three of them bristle at Wonwoo’s comment but you can tell they're still trying to keep that fake polite exterior. You're going to give him such good head when you get home.

“Not at all, well all love seeing you all!"

Just as they finish that lie, a loud crash rings around the room and a teacher starts shouting at two boys.

“Oh," Mingyu frowns, “isn't that two of yours?" He points at two of the pta women.

“It's not Areum is it?" Jeonghan asks knowing full well it isn't.

“No, she's sitting with her friend over there, helping her plait her hair.” Wonwoo points out.

Satisfaction. In it's purest form, seeing your perfectly behaved, if not overly opinionated daughter, showing just how well she's been brought up by her "not normal” family. And then their son’s acting like little shits and being given detention at six years old. Perfection.

"Valentine's day?” You ask again.

"Oh right,” they drag their eyes away from the chaos, a look a evil on their faces again, “We wondered if we should have a daddy/ daughter dance or if it would upset Areum.”

"Why would it upset Areum?” You demand before the other three can ask anything.

"Well,” the leader smirks, "we wouldn't want to cause trouble.”

These fucking people. What gives them the right?

"Areum has three dads who love her. Who are here, unlike your children’s fathers. You might not get our family but you are no better than us because your children have just a mother and a father. Families come in all shapes and sizes and she’s loved and cared for and that's all that matters. If you don't like that, then I feel sorry for you. But do not go out of your way to insult the three men that have helped make that girl what she is today."

They stare at you before scuttling off back under whatever hole they wriggled out of.

"That,” Wonwoo pulls you to him, "was fucking hot.” He whispers in your ear.

"I feel like a princess when a knight defends her honour,” Mingyu smiles.

"Hey _____,” someone grabs your arm, "I couldn't have put it better myself, they did the same to me and my wife. Well done.” One of the mother’s from Ari’s class says proudly before she needs to rush off to find their daughter.

“Seats please!" Someone shouts and cuts off any proud gloating you were about the embark on.

“We should've bought a hip flask," Jeonghan complains, leading the way.

“Is that a goat? What does a goat have to do with Christmas?" Wonwoo complains, glaring at the other children as you drag him to his seat, Mingyu following behind you both.

"Maybe it's the goat of Christmas past.” You and Wonwoo stop and turn to Mingyu, a look of disgust on your faces.

"What?! That was a good one!”

"Come on, I don't want to miss Ari,” you sigh.

You take your seats, Mingyu next to an old lady who flusters when he says hello to her, Jeonghan next to him and you inbetween Jeonghan and Wonwoo. All of you waiting for the torture that's to come.

Children come and go, singing (or trying to), dancing (and falling), one even did a performance of her impersonating her fish. Five minutes of her just opening and closing her mouth dressed like what seemed to be a trout before someone finally put her, and Wonwoo, out of their misery.

But finally it's Areum's turn. She's performing Jingle Bells with her friend, dressed entirely in tinsel for reasons only known to them, and they even have little sets of bells to accompany their singing.

The old lady on the piano starts and they start singing. No nerves, no tantrums, just a happy little girl singing the song her and friend had learnt two weeks ago in your kitchen when Jeonghan said he'd help them.

For all of Wonwoo’s complaining about the calibre of performances and declaring that most of the children should be in a zoo, you watch him watching Areum and her friend with nothing but pride in his eyes. They're horrendously out of tune and the bells are definitely not in time with the piano or the singing. But to Wonwoo? He'd probably declare it a Grammy worthy performance.

Their song ends and people politely clap them like they do for every perfomance but this round of applause is a little different. Because this time three men stand and give a standing ovation to the two little girls on the stage, hooting and hollering making sure that both girls know how well they've performed.

It's as you join them, sour faced parents around you who glare out of the corner of their eyes, and cheer your little girl, that you realise just how lucky you both are that you realised how bad things were that day when baby Areum wouldn't stop crying.

Things got better. Things got a whole lot better. And it isn't just down to Mingyu, Wonwoo and Jeonghan. It's down to the fact that you knew you had people to help you. That even when you felt alone in the world, you still deep down knew that you weren't.

As the cheering ends and you sit back down, Wonwoo turns to you, his hand taking yours.

“I love you."

“I love you too."

“Marry me."

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